Ten Months

Ten Months

He’s going to be a toddler before I know it. He’s been getting into all kinds of trouble this month. He’s up the stairs in a flash every chance he gets, climbing into the dishwasher, getting into drawers. Yesterday he was standing on the bench chewing on the top of his pack n play and doing pull-ups on the baby gate.

His sleep is steadily getting a little better. He flips onto his tummy now when he’s done eating and sometimes does two hour stretches.

Carolyn texted me Connor’s bedtime routine: bath, book, boob, bed. This was my response:
We do bath, diaper, jump on the bed, say goodnight to all the things, try to read book, boob, book, boob, book, boob, bed, cry, boob, crawl all over mommy, cry, boob, crawl, cry, boob, roll over onto tummy, cry, boob, roll onto tummy, repeat x 10, sleep

Started wearing him on my back since he’s getting pretty heavy. He seems ok with it, though it makes him a little sleepy.

He’s had a couple of play dates with his new buddy, Nolan, who lives in the next set of houses over. Super convenient.

Had a girls brunch earlier this month. Was nice to get out and see my friends. Carolyn and Connor came over yesterday. The looks Connor gave Owen were priceless. The funny thing is he’s six months younger, but they’re nearly the same size. Big little dude, and so cute!




Nine Months

Nine Months

And loving life. Not so much sleeping. Just when you thought sleep couldn’t get any worse, enter the nine month sleep regression. Is it teething, is it gas, who knows? Then there’s the times he wants to play, though that’s gotten a bit better. At least he doesn’t wake up wanting to play these days.

He is a mobile little dude. Probably the standing and the crawling has interfered with his sleep too. He gets into all sorts of trouble. We’ve mostly baby proofed… we watch him. He’s really into shoes. First thing he goes for. He likes shoes, walks, he bites, he drools, he eats food off the floor, he barks in his sleep, I think this kid was a dog in a previous life.

We had a lot of excitement this month. Cheryl and Yori’s wedding, a day trip down the shore. He had a lot of fun dancing at the wedding and trying to eat my food. They had some good food. They did part potluck. I had a kiwi artichoke cupcake for dessert. It was amazing.

He had fun playing with his cousin down the shore. He was too hot on the boardwalk. Didn’t care for the merry-go-round much. Spinning around in a circle is good, but doing it on an actual ride… We’re just happy he slept in the car. I was on the edge of my seat the entire trip waiting for him to wake up. And he did, going down, damn toll booth guy, but he slept the whole way back.

He’s not too into food, but he’ll pretty much eat anything if he gets to feed himself. More ends up on is clothes than in his mouth, but he tries. I’ve been trying out baby recipes, but so far I’ve been eating more of the stuff than he has.

His sixth tooth is almost through. Those top four teeth sure do take their time punching through. He’s constantly rubbing his face, I think because his gums itch. Going to ask the doctor when he goes Tuesday. Last night he gave himself two scratches. I felt awful.


A Look Back at My 20s

A Look Back at My 20s

So, I’m turning 30 29 again on Friday. As many of you know, Back to the Future has been my favorite movie since forever so I’ used to think a lot about what my life would be like in 2015. 30 seemed so so so far away. I don’t think life is too far off from where I thought I would be. I certainly don’t look or feel as old as I thought I would, yay.

My 20s started out pretty terrible. I had an awful stomach thing, looking back it was probably an ulcer. I really should have gone to the doctor. I had just finished a very lonely semester at school because Rachelle transferred, and I was dealing with that stalker guy who did turn out to be harmless, but I really shouldn’t have talked to him in the first place :-/

I briefly dated Adi and then I was back to being alone again, though at least Carolyn was at Rutgers, which helped.  One night, I was feeling particularly depressed and couldn’t sleep.  I logged into Facebook and saw this:

I work at the Busch Convenience Store, and the other night I was in charge of the store for the night and I happened to be on register when you checked out. I know I’ve seen you in there a lot, and every time I see you I think you’re really really really attractive. As soon as I was done with that transaction I went to have my dinner, and we have a computer in the back. So I just thought I’d look you up on facebook, since I couldn’t help but remember your name flashing up as “Elissa”… It’s a really cool name, and not that common so it stuck in my head.

Though getting him to ask me out was pretty difficult, so I finally asked him over t watch Rent and we’ve been together ever since.

Senior year of college was better socially with Bryan, Emily and Helen around, but my classes were really tough and I nearly had a nervous breakdown a few times. I had planned to go to graduate school, but I couldn’t take anymore, so I shifted my focus and looked for a job instead of a summer internship.

I had two offers in March. One place up by my parents and AT&T down here. It wasn’t a hard decision. Even at the interview I felt like I fit in there. I manged to make it out of school alive and with straight As, CS degree, highest honors. I also stopped wearing my retainer apparently. I still have nightmares about that thing.

I moved into the apartment with Bryan and started working. Our first project at att was DBOR test support which pretty much involved us getting yelled at on conference calls for things we had no control over. Then I started doing real development on NCD and finally RUBY. I started really getting into fitness and exercising every day due to my desk job and the cake that came with it.

Bryan and I went on our first trip to Disney together where he proposed  on the balcony of our hotel room. On my first real project on RUBY, NFM, I remember meeting with Roy and he wanted me to look at the code while I was on vacation. I told him I’d be busy looking at wedding dresses. I looked at a lot of dresses.

2009 was mostly spent wedding planning. We also went for our first round of CP training in CT and TX. In January 2010, Bryan and I got married and of course went to Disney on our honeymoon. We actually went twice that year. We also couldn’t take the tiny apartment anymore and bought a house. We probably could have gotten a better deal if we waited a year, but this place has worked out nicely. Once we fixed the  deadly bathtub and other DIY improvements the previous owners made.

I finally made my community theater debut as Little Miss Muffet in Babes in Toyland. I think I was shaking the first ten minutes of every show. Despite performing and joining Toast Masters, my social anxiety still gets the best of me most of the time.

At work I took over as the lead of the One Team, our social planning committee and held that position for over 2 years before passing it off. That was a lot of work, but at least I got a nice bonus that first year.

I went to Rome with my parents and ate a lot of gelato, got lost frequently, took a cooking class. Our tour of the Vatican was pretty incredible and it was nice to see Melanie in Naples.

2012 I traveled to Florida twice for CP training and once for Disney. That was also the year of Hurricane Sandy where we lost power for nine days and lived like Nomads. Carolyn and Rachelle both got married that fall. Helen and Darian’s wedding was the following year along with our trip to San Fransisco to visit Chris and Rae.

Of course the best year of my twenties was this past year. Lyra was born early, but strong. Being pregnant with Owen was quite an experience and giving birth of course, life with a newborn. Those first few months were rough, but things are pretty great now. I hope life continues it’s upwards trend.

Over the next decade, I hope to have another baby, you know, once this one is potty trained. I had wanted a girl, but I can see us with another boy too, plus I actually have another boy name I like and I’m no longer crazy about our girl name. I also want to finally get a dog, but don’t know if it’ll be between kids or after the second one.

I don’t plan to ever leave att. It’s so nice being able to work from home and play with Owen during breaks. Plus it’s close by, not too stressful, interesting projects. I don’t know how I feel about this SDN stuff yet, but there are always other projects.

I’d like to do another show at some point, probably not at least until Owen’s old enough to be in one. And by then we’ll have another one, so who knows.

I don’t have too many goals left to fulfill. Just to spend as much time with family as possible. Can’t wait to take that first trip with Owen to Disney.


Eight Months

Eight Months

I’m confused because I thought I had already written and published this post. Well, what I said was that he’s gotten much better at tummy time. He’s trying very hard to crawl. Or maybe he’s trying to walk by going from his tummy to standing, it’s hard to tell. He can pull himself to standing very well and he can even get back down again gracefully.

He climbs all over me. He’s always pulled my hair, but it’s gotten worse now that he can always get to it. He also has some interesting nursing positions. Last night he fell asleep with his butt in the air. Sleep is still the same.

He loves to jump. He likes to stand and jump in his crib. Ironically, he’s not all that fond of his exersaucer/jumper, but he likes it more than he used to.

His eyes still haven’t turned brown. He might actually have hazel eyes. We’ll see.

He can feed himself a bit, but eats much better from a spoon. Peaches seem to be his favorite, but he’s also fond of pears, blueberries and mango. He had a lot of fun with the spaghetti squash.

Chris, Rae and Lyra are visiting. More adorable baby pictures to come. So much fun playing with these two little ones.

I took some time off work this week. Went shopping, spent too much on shoes. I also got my first stitchfix this month. I ended up keeping a skirt and a shirt they sent. More than anything it was fun and it’s good for me to buy some adult clothing. Don’t worry, I balanced it out by buying unicorn leggings from Kohls.

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Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day!

I had no idea how great having a baby would be. I knew I wouldn’t sleep and he’d cry and he’d poop, but I didn’t know how much fun we would have. I didn’t know how much he would like walks or how magical his giggles would sound. I didn’t know rolling a ball on the floor or making funny faces could be so entertaining.
I didn’t know watching him learn and grow would be the most fascinating and exciting part of my life. I didn’t know cuddling with him would be so cozy. I didn’t know I’d rather be here, nursing and rocking him to sleep, than any other place in the world.
I had no idea I would love him this much and how much I’d want another one :D
I knew our moms would make the best grandmas though. Owen loves his Grammy, Grandma and Great Nana so much. Happy Mother’s day!


Seven Months

Seven Months

Somehow he’s gotten even worse at sleeping. We’re thinking it’s the solids upsetting his tummy. Gripe water seems to help sometimes. We cosleep, but every time he wakes up, he wakes up crying and insists we sit up and switch sides before falling back asleep. I’ve been getting around four hours every night. I could get more, if I slept the last stretch he does, but I can never fall back asleep, plus it’s the only me time I get X( We have good nights every once in a while. I’m surviving. In the meantime, still enjoying spending that time with him because I know he won’t always be like this.

He still hates tummy time, so crawling isn’t something he’ll be doing in the immediate future, but he loves to sit p right and scoot himself towards his target.

Work hasn’t been so good. The org I’m working for is still having funding issues, so not only do I have to leave another scrum team, I’ll no longer be doing mobile development either ;( Unless the funding comes real soon. Meanwhile, I had my choice of projects I don’t want to work on. Pretty much vague developer position or automated testing developer. I picked he mystery position. So glad I spent all of last year learning mobile development. Ah well, happy to have a good job that allows both of us to be home with Owen.

A cute picture to brighten up this post:


The Difference a Couple Weeks Makes

The Difference a Couple Weeks Makes

“Mmmm-a mmmm-a.” Owen’s gone from popping to “Mmmmm-a,” probably because we get so excited and repeat “Ma ma!” I think right now, both Bryan and I are Mmmm-a, though he says Dadadada once in a while.

He was sleeping horribly most of the week, but last night was pretty good. I woke up a few times and he was still out. We’re still talking 1-2 hour increments of sleep, but that’s a lot better than waking every 20 minutes.  I don’t care, I slept great last night.

He’s spitting up less and less these days and the drool has subsided a little. I think the teething/drooling was causing a lot of gas.

Oh and he’s learned to splash in the bathtub. Bath time has gotten much wetter.




Six Months

Six Months

Better late than never. The DIL post sort of took the place of the six month post.

Owen has two adorable wittle teeth on the bottom now and more are coming in on the top. They are adorable and dangerous.  I can’t believe he hasn’t drawn blood yet the way he bites down on my hand. He also smacks his lips, now a lot. We think he’s intimating kissing.  He loves when we give him kisses, especially if there’s tickling involved and he loves when he makes the noise and we make it back. He’s getting very good at sitting up on his own, passing objects between hands, throwing things, though still has trouble rolling over.

He has excellent comedic timing. He constantly cracks us up. You’ll ask him a question and he’ll respond with a fart or a burp. Then we laugh and he looks so concerned. He doesn’t seem to understand why we laugh, though he does it all the time. Mostly when we tickle him or threaten to tickle or I growl at him…

Trying to savor every moment, but they’re going by so quickly. I actually enjoy being up with him at night. He’s so sweet when he’s sleepy AND actually wants to sleep. He fights it so much during the day. He doesn’t really seem to “get” the whole sleep thing. He knows he doesn’t feel good, but doesn’t understand that sleeping will make it better. He also doesn’t have the slightest clue that if he just relaxes and closes his eyes, he’ll probably fall asleep. We haven’t even attempted to move him to his crib. Enjoying co-sleeping while it’s still cute. We both actually get sleep that way, so I say, win. I just wish there wasn’t so much drama every time he wakes up. Instead of cuddling in and nursing back to sleep, we have to sit up, get situated in my lap, maybe pass some gas, and then we can cuddle and go back to sleep.

He doesn’t sleep on me as much during the day, mostly because he has better naps in the swing now. I miss it, but it’s nice to have two free hands for working. Working has gotten much easier since he spends less time eating and sleeping on me and I don’t have to focus so hard on pumping when I’m in the office anymore.

I did get switched to this new scrum team, but this work is more interesting and I think I’ll learn more here. I don’t know if I’m allowed to promote the app I’m working on. I assume I am, but just in case, I won’t say until after it’s released which will be very soon.

A few days ago, Owen’s soon to be bestest friend was born! Congrats Carolyn and Tom and welcome to the world Baby Connor!





A Day in the Life of Lissy 2015

A Day in the Life of Lissy 2015

6am, you wake up, in your bed, this is good. You got at least 6 hours of real, albeit, interrupted sleep. Win. Owen’s still sleeping. You decide to go back to sleep.

6:09, you hear a fart. Maybe he won’t wake up. You hear him fussing. Crap. You hear a bigger fart. Poop? You pick up the now crying baby and bring him to the changing table. He protests, real tears and he doesn’t smell like poop, you decide to just nurse him back to sleep. You do as you carefully button some of the buttons you already undid. Only 6:30 and he’s asleep. You get excited, maybe you can actually exercise this morning. You carefully get up to place him back down to sleep, he opens his eyes. Crap. You sit back down. You try to nurse him again, but it’s no use. He strikes up a conversion. Guess it’s safe to change that diaper now. No poop. You put in a liner to catch the inevitable poop. You hear him grunting from the bathroom. Poop’s coming for sure.image

Time for second breakfast. First was at 3:30. He plays gravity in his high chair while you finish your pumpkin raisin overnight oats and drink your tea that’s been sitting out since first breakfast. You think about what to do with him. You decide he’s not going back to sleep right now. Maybe you can exercise. You take him upstairs and put on your workout clothes and contacts.

You grab a blanket and some toys for when the bouncer becomes boring. You place him in it and the blanket on the floor. You usually watch six feet under, but due to present company, decide Voyager is the better choice today. You complete 20 minutes on the elliptical while Owen amuses himself.  wpid-20150326_070436.jpg

He gets cranky, so you transfer him to the blanket and he’s happy again. You finish up another ten minutes or so, incorporating Owen tickles into your stretches. OMG those giggles. OMG, those two little teeth. You die of cuteness a little.

He’s had enough and oh, he stinks. You ask him if he’s made a poop. You turn off the tv and bring him upstairs. He did make a poop, maybe a 2 or 3 on the poop scale, all on the liner! You start cleaning him off when you hear the trickle of water. Shit. You look over, he’s wet. He pees some more. Oy. You grab a smaller diaper to absorb the pee and wipe away the poo he just managed to get on his foot. You take off his wet clothes and give him a once over with a wipe. You put on a new diaper and liner because you know that’s not the end of the poop. You place him in his crib while you clean up.

He fusses while you’re picking out new clothes. Good, maybe he’ll go back to sleep. You dress him in a short sleeve Apple onesie since its supposed to be warm today, put on pants and his booties. You sit to nurse him back to sleep and he grabs your boob and shoves it in his mouth. He eats and then falls asleep, yay, but he wants to keep your boob, boo. That will make it super hard to shower. You browse Facebook on your phone some more. You manage to get him to drop the nipple. You wait about ten minutes to make sure he’s really asleep before trying to get up. His eyes open. Crap. You put him in the swing and turn it on. Bryan stirs. Owen whimpers, but you don’t really have a choice. You hear him yell as you leave the bedroom.

You shower, decide you really need to shave today. You forgot to bring up your new body wash … again. You use the scented stuff instead. You dry off, put lotion on your face and legs. Baby’s quiet, but you don’t dare peek in and disturb the peace. You grab your laptop from downstairs and log into work. Only running twenty minutes behind today. You have a text from your mom about Andrew dogsitting for them.


9am, you join your daily standup call with your new team while you jump on the trampoline. You got switched from Pulp Fiction to Die Hard Monday because your old team didn’t have any work. Just as you were getting comfortable with everyone and actually contributing. Now you have to learn all new code with all new people. It sucks. You hate these calls. You feel anxious while you wait to be called on, keeping track of the folks who have already gone. You tell that you worked on your user story yesterday, looked through some of the other code and will do the same today. You call on Raj to go next. You get dressed while you listen to the other statuses. The call ended. The baby’s still quiet, that’s a first. Maybe you should check to make sure he’s OK… Bryan’s in there, you’re sure they’re fine. Best not to disturb. You go downstairs to grab a snack, apple and almond butter, but decide to heat up some leftover cajun pasta instead. Who knows when you’ll get another chance to eat. You put your body wash in your pocket so you don’t forget to bring it upstairs. You put away clean pump parts and start cleaning the dirty ones while it’s in the microwave. You bring the food upstairs and then start your codin’.

You actually have a super simple user story to add a new field to the server-side code. You could probably finish it in a day, but you spent hours yesterday debating whether the values you should store in the database should be 0 and 1 or N and Y or F and T. You must have looked through all the code trying to find a precedent, you didn’t. You really made all the changes yesterday and now you have to test it, but that’s the harder part. You hear Owen “ooh.” He probably pooped. You’ll let Bryan handle that.

What the hell, not applicable for the arguments, yes it is! What’s Eclipse talking about? You delete the line of code and put it back and now it’s happy. The frell. It’s quiet again. Maybe he went back to sleep. Wow. One of the contractors who was off when you started, Q’s you. He’s in India, he says good morning. Folks in India always say good morning when it’s night there, always. You’re never sure if you should say it back, you do anyway. He welcomes you to the team. You thank him and return to your code. He asks you how things are going. You say, “So far so good :)” And realize that’s the third smiley face you’ve used. Ugh. He’s letting you know he’ll be working on the same part of the code. You tell him you’re ready to commit some changes and start testing, so you’ll do that. You try and it won’t let you. You Q someone else for help getting permissions to commit. You hate being new.

You decide to check on the baby since you have a meeting at 10:30. He’s asleep alright. Hopefully he sleeps through the meeting, though you can probably feed him during. This test is failing. Maybe you’re connected to the wrong database? Oh, it sets up a little test database. That’s cute. You add your new field there. Didn’t work, where’s your new field? You’re hungry again. You hear the baby. You go wake Bryan up. they’re both awake. Owen smiles at you. You give him an update on Owen’s morning so far. You’re both shocked he went back to sleep because really, THAT NEVER HAPPENS. He asked if he had a bad night. Yeah, he did go to bed late and thrashed around when he was sleeping next to you.

You chat with Bryan while they’re in the other room, doing the diaper thing. He says he loves him so much. No poop. Nathan Q’s back about svn while you’re joining your next meeting. Never good when the client apologies “for what’s about to rain down on you.” You nurse Owen while you listen. He’s distracted. You take him and the phone in the other room to grab your new nursing necklace. He wants to chew on the necklace instead of nursing. He lunges for your phone. You latch him on the other side. Oh right,you’re supposed to make the sign for milk. He’s not paying attention. Owe, let go mama’s hair. He’s so squirmy. The commit’s working now. You were using the wrong folder. You won’t admit to that. Bryan comes up and says he’ll take a shower and to put Owen in the crib when he’s done. He’ll never be done, he’s taking forever. He lunges for the nail clippers. No no no no no. You pry them out of his hands. He’s chewing your fist now. Not the fitbit baby. Ew, it’s all slimey. He burps.

He’s so squirmy, you smell him. Smells like poop. Jason Q’s you and asks how it’s going. You hate being new. You commit your code. Owen’s squirming and pulling on your face. You put him down on the quilt on the floor. He wrestles with the pink pillow. You hear the shower turn off, he can wait for his diaper until Bryan gets back. You give him the puppy to play with. Then the keyboard. You tell Bryan you think he pooped. He did poop! Gah, you broke the build. Stupid automated tests. Bryan takes Owen out. And now your local’s broken. Same issue you were having Monday. You check in everything and delete the project and start over again. Bryan texts you a picture of Owen, you assume at the mall.

You undid your change while you figure out where you messed up. You see Bryan’s car outside, Owen must have fallen asleep on the way home. Reena Q’s you, she’s still having env issues too :( Reena’s getting an out of memory error??? But you fixed that! Oh good, she doesn’t have your changes, that’s a relief. How is it 1:00??? She asks if you changed a file, you didn’t. Eclipse is being mean. You go downstairs and heat up second lunch and wash the rest of the pump parts. Bryan texts you that Owen seems to be taking his long nap in the car. OK, you deleted the class, where can it possibly be picking up your changes from??? Now it’s picking them up aaaaaand now it’s not. WTF. Baby’s awake, Bryan’s changing him.

Nursing time. He’s very hungry. No, he’s very distracted. Now he’s eating OK. You browse facebook while he chows down. You check the weather. Owen farts. More poop? He grabs your nose and digs his nails in. Ouch! Bryan comes up. You chat and try feeding him some more. You tell him you hope the weather clears up a little so you can go for a walk later. He pulls your hair, you tell him no, play with the necklace. Bryan says he should be really hungry. You suggest avocado or sweet potato from the freezer. He chews on your necklace. You tell Owen if he isn’t going to eat more, you’re sending him away so you can work. He chews on your n=finger. Bryan takes him downstairs.

These build emails are getting out of hand. You create a rule to filter them. You hear Bryan talking to… Rae and Lyra? Bryan brings his iPod up so you can say hi and he scoots out again. Doh, you know what’s wrong with the code, forgot a darn question mark! OK, build should be squared away now. And Venkata of course is off now because it’s sleeping time in India, so that’s good. So I guess that means time for more testing. Or a walk. Did it stop raining? It’s not pleasant out. Bryan thinks Owen needs a nap. You decide now is a good time for that apple and almond butter. On the way up you hear Bryan comment on Owen’s pathetic poop. Not even a 1. Back to testing while you enjoy your apple and Bryan tries to put Owen to sleep.

14:16:52 -0500 (CDT) You think it’s really cute that an automated system joins the chat room to tell everyone when there’s been a successful build and the new code is automatically being deployed. You think it’s even cuter you don’t have to manually go and do that. You hear Owen, “ya, aye, ya ya ya, ya.” Guess he’s not asleep yet. “Waaah, aaaah, aaaaaaaaaah, ayagoo, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Better than hysterical crying. Your build doesn’t deploy locally automatically, you do that yourself so you can do more of the tests. Now he’s really crying. You suggest a family walk.wpid-20150326_153710.jpg

You talk about Owen’s poor sleeping habits and how getting him on a schedule is proving impossible. You talk about exercise and the fun things Bryan will do when it’s nice out. Owen’s getting drowsy. Bryan asks if he should sleep in the swing or on you when you get back. You say he can sleep on you, you don’t want to traumatize him with the swing again.

But Owen won’t sleep on you. He starts nodding off, but then stares at you a while, pulls off and strikes up a conversation. You let him chill on the floor. He smacks his lips and plays with the pillow. You check your email. You look down at Owen and he smiles. He wants you to pick him up, but he’s all hyper. You won’t get any work done with that squirmy thing on your lap. Where did your saved http request go? You build it again. You try nursing squats, no luck. You tell him he can do tummy time then. You text Bryan that he won’t sleep. Bryan will entertain him while you work. Carolyn texts you. You test your new code, you get an error. Owen’s going crazy with his keyboard.

Malformed JSON object. OK, probably your request is bad, that’s good. You need quotes? No, that’s not it. You try nursing squats again… with the baby, not the code. After a bit he finally falls asleep. Carolyn texts, she’s ready for her baby to make his appearance. You remind her it can happen any moment. You work while he snoozes. Oh, you see what you’re missing. Yay, new error. Making progress now! Success! You check the database for your data. Aaaand Toad’s not responding. You reconnect, but your data isn’t in the table. so, when it said success, it lied. Ah, your data’s still bad. You try again. “invalid identifier” ??? whyyyyyyyy. But it’s there!

Oy, it’s so late for Owen to be napping. He won’t sleep tonight. Usually you go to bed at 6:30. It’s 5:45 now. You’ve disturbed the beast. Hes crying. You’ve made a terrible mistake. He burps and farts, that stops the crying for a minute. You do squats until he calms down. He wants to type. cccccccc`z““““`z, no he wants to eat the keyboard. You bring him downstairs and finish up with work. Bryan changes Owen’s diaper, you hear him giggle. OK, yeah, you added the column to the wrong database… you fix that. Hey, it works! OK. Done for the day. You’ll figure out the difference between those databases tomorrow. Eats now.

You heat up the rest of the leftover pasta and then some spaghetti squash for angry Owen. You put it in a mesh strainer for him. He loves it. His second serving falls victim to gravity. You pick it up and give it back to him several times. Dessert is gelato. Owen’s fussing and angrily throwing everything off his high chair.image

imageYou make breakfast for tomorrow and then try to settle him by putting him in the sling, but that doesn’t work, so you nurse him on the couch. He seems hungry, but won’t finish eating. The three of you hang out for a bit.

7pm, Bryan gives him a bottle while you get ready for bed. He enthusiastically gobbles it up. Bryan changes Owen’s diaper and makes him giggle while you put on your pajamas. You put lotion on Owen and Bryan puts him in his pajamas while you fill your water glasses. You take Owen around the room and say goodnight to all the things. You read Peek-a-Who? together and then the beginning of another book until Owen starts fussing.

wpid-20150326_191839.jpgYou nurse him to sleep. You sing him the sleepy Owen song. He wakes up crying every time he gets some milk. You try to burp him, but he claws at your face. You do some squats and back to nursing again. He’s finally snoozing. You read the book sample you downloaded on your kindle.

8pm, He unlatches. He’s pretty asleep. This could be it. He flips onto his back, spread across your lap. You wait a beat and then carefully get up. The fan in the bedroom is off, doh, you carefully turn it on. Wow he’s asleep. You carefully place him in the swing. Yes, still asleep. You cover him with a blanket and slip away to use the bathroom and then climb into bed yourself. Your head is swimming with thoughts, but you soon find them blurring and slipping away. You hear Owen move. You look over, still asleep. You relax again, check him one more time and relax again. You feel yourself slip off to sleep.

He’s crying! What time is it? 11, wow, you can’t remember the last time he had that long a stretch at night. You really don’t want to get up, but you grab him and sit on the mattress on the floor. He quiets as soon as your boob is in his mouth. You lie down. He’s pretty squirmy and eventually pulls off and won’t nurse anymore. You get up, he’s screaming. You do a couple squats in the hall, he stops as Bryan gets there. He starts up again and Bryan starts changing his diaper. You go to the bathroom. He almost pees on Bryan, but he catches the stream with the new diaper. He’s happy, that’s usually not a good sign. He gives him back to you to nurse and he grins at Bryan. You try to nurse him, but he keeps looking for daddy. Eventually he focuses on the task at hand and falls asleep once again. Really quickly actually. That was super easy. You read more of the book sample and then quietly back to bed.

Two hours later, you’re awoken again. You take him to the mattress and you both fall asleep cuddled together. You wake up and see Bryan sneaking in. You wake up again at 4 and switch sides and again at 5:30. You can’t nurse him back to sleep at that point and you’ve had enough sleep, so you get up and change his diaper. That was a very good night. Owen touches your hair and holds your thumb. You melt a little. “Mommy loves you.”

Guess the Poo!

Guess the Poo!

Bryan and I have been together 9 years. Crazy. Drove through Rutgers yesterday and we couldn’t believe how much older we are than the students now.

Visited his parents yesterday, at my parents’ right now. Owen has been sleeping on my lap for an hour and a half. I have to pee. He didn’t sleep well last night, poor baby.

Carolyn’s shower was last weekend. We may have gone overboard with the regifting. My guess the poo game was a hit though. Not as big of a hit as Owen. He’s the life of every party.

He weighed in two pounds heavier at his Dr appt. This kid can’t get enough food lately. I think I’m making more milk, but we still need to supplement a bit.

He’s enjoying his oatmeal a lot now and rather liked his sweet potatoes. He can pass objects from one hand to the other and excels at grabbing and throwing things. I chopped off my hair, he manages to pull it still, but not as bad. It’s kinda cute when he plays with it.