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A really good day

In these three months of taking care of Michael, there have been up days and down days. Days that go by like this:

And days that go by like this:

And there are many days when I feel like if Baby Michael could talk, he would ask me:


Lady, do you even know what the heck you are doing?!

Of course, the over-arching sentiment is that I am having a blast, despite my constant worry over whether or not he is getting enough sleep, or I am messing up his schedule by bringing him here and there, etc.

But there are certain days that are just more fun than others. Certain days where I feel like, for a fleeting moment, we got the hang of it. Certain days where I don't have suspicions that baby Michael is filling out a secret baby petition to be mailed off to the Mommy Distribution Center, asking for a reassignment.

Today was one of those days.

From his first waking up, Michael was all smiles today (minus a block of time where, for one reason or another, he was just totally and completely inconsolable. Not sure what was up with that. He had napped, he was clean, he was burped, he was fed. I suppose he has a certain quota of crying he must fill for one day. Usually he spreads it out...I guess yesterday he just got it out all at once and was perfectly charming the rest of the day).

But most of the day:

I look at him...he laughs.

I kiss him...he laughs.

I go in after a nap...and instead of crying, here's what I see:

It's been such a fun day!

Michael's mom came down to look after Baby Michael while I took care of a Bible study at Church. It was great to not worry about dragging Baby Michael everywhere late at night postponing bedtime.

And he was all smiles for her too! It was great! Definitely a win-win!

So, tomorrow is promising to be a good day as well (because Grammy and Poppy are coming!)....

But whatever the next day brings, today is a day that I thought to myself...I think I'm kind of getting the hang of this!

They must think I'm crazy

I was reading the washing instructions on one of Michael's outfits and couldn't help but utter a loud "Yeah right!" when I saw this:

Notice the instruction:"Warm iron when needed."

Is it just me, or does it seem ludricous to iron a baby onesie? First of all, it's smaller than an iron itself...but secondly, what is the point? To impress all their friends at the Baby Country Club? So the Baby Employers don't think they are slobs? I've done baby laundry before, and let me tell you, the biggest problem an outfit of a baby can have is definitely not a little wrinkle...I'll leave it at that.

Maybe I'm a lazy mommy...maybe I should develop a keener sense of presentation for my kid, so that ironing his onesie doesn't seem so silly. Maybe I need to get a nanny so I have time to tend to these meticulous details. I'm satisfied if no one can see the baby spit-up on my shoulders I have on any given day!

So to you moms out there who do iron their child's onesie, I salute you! If we meet on the playground of life, please feel free to stop by and give me some advice on how you find the time. I'll be easy to spot...I'll be with the kid in wrinkled clothes!

Random Thoughts....Bad Product Name

I know I am no marketing specialist, and I know that Breyers is simply naming the product for what it is double-churned ice cream. But everytime I see this in the freezer section of the grocery store:




I always have to do a double take because it looks like it says Double Chin.


Not exactly the type of word association you want with a product like ice cream....right? People have an inkling to buy it, they see the word "double chin" and maybe think twice about it, because the product is foretelling the future. And that future looks something like this:

Bon Appetit!

Tummy Time is improving

Michael still does notlike tummy time very much, but his skills at keeping his head up are greatly improving.

Check out this adorable picture of the Michaels:

He lifted his head up really high to get a good glimpse of Daddy!

The last time we went to see the Campbells, she pulled out her Boppy pillow and demonstrated with Peter how well it can be used to make Tummy Time a little more palatable to babies. So I went home and tried it with Michael and she was right! The pillow gives them a little head start on seeing the world with a new perspective, which helps them maintain interest enough to want to see more!

I also love how Michael needs to raise his eyebrows in order to lift his head higher. I guess that little lift of the forehead gives him the momentum he needs to keep his head up!

Why a few minutes in Photoshop is a Dangerous Thing

After seeing Kathy's recent blog post...





I just couldn't resist it.



It only took a few minutes in Photoshop, yes, minutes I should have been sleeping. But nonetheless. I was up anways and the picture just insisted that this be done to it:




Crazy babies.

The Mommy Substitute

Tonight, I have a class at the Diocese, and so Michael is going to be putting Baby Michael to sleep by himself tonight. I'm going to feed him at the class, but in case Michael wakes up before I get home and wants a second feeding, I left Michael Sr with a bottle for him to feed him.

In order to make sure everything goes smoothly, Michael practiced last night, and it went well! This was not our very first time bottle feeding, but it was the first time that it was a substitute for a full meal. The other times have been just supplements, and then I will feed him the rest myself.

I think it was WAY cute to see father and son together. Little Michael, I think, was a little confused as to why Daddy was feeding him and Mommy was over on the other chair..definitely a mix up from the normal routine. But, with just a little fussing, Michael got a full tummy and went off back to sleep.

Which means, that Mommy is officially "replaceable" :) My one corner on the market is now up for grabs to anyone that can heat and hold a bottle. It's nice to know that if I need to be somewhere and it just isn't conducive to bring the baby, he'll be taken care of in my absence.

Yet, it did cause me to reflect on the fact, that after a rough month getting adjusted to nursing, I actually really enjoy it, and when Michael was feeding him, I found myself feeling like I was missing out a little on something that I normally do. I was looking forward to the next time he was going to eat so I could feed him again. Even if that next time was at 3 am :)

But this really does open up a whole new world of freedom for me! Now we can have someone watch the baby which extends over the time it takes between feedings. Now I can say "the bottle's in the fridge when he gets hungry" and that buys me 2 additional hours of away-time, whether that time be for a class, or errands, or even a special night out with the mister.

We'll see what horizons this new world opens up!