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I was waiting to write this post until we had a set schedule with Andrew.

Except it’s been almost 9 months and there really isn’t a schedule in sight, and if I don’t write this now it probably won’t ever be written.

{ Friday }

6:00-6:30am: Andrew wakes up to nurse. I don’t remember him waking up during the night (we co-bed). SCORE! He nurses for 10 minutes and then falls asleep again. Keith gets up, has a shower & gets dressed for work. I lay there until he comes to grab a still sleeping Andrew to put in his carseat. I get up, grab clothes and hustle out the door to drive Keith to work.

6:30-7:30: I drive Keith to work, stop at Timmies for an iced coffee & drive back home. Andrew babbles a bit but mostly sleeps the entire way.

7:30-8:00: Diaper change. I let Andrew crawl around while I drink my coffee and catch up with all my social media (twitter/facebook/feedly/instagram/hellobee) on my phone.

8:00-8:20: Nurse.

8:20-9:15: Andrew isn’t being clingy or whining (small miracle), so I let him play independently while I go to the kitchen and start cleaning up from dinner the night before. I do a load of dishes, tidy up, portion pork to freeze, and start switching a low cupboard from small appliances to unbreakable, baby-friendly items. It gets promptly investigated and played in quite thoroughly.

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9:15-9:50: Andrew gets fussy and starts rubbing his eyes. I nurse until he falls asleep, and then hold him for 10 minutes to make sure he’s really sleeping.

9:50: Naptime! Usually I would nap right next to him but I’m feeling fine, energy wise, so I finish the dishes, tidy the bedroom & bathroom and put away a load of laundry while listening to a PVRed episode of Conan.

11:00: STILL SLEEPING. I can’t believe it. Usually his naps last anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour if he’s sleeping by himself (and usually it’s on the 20-minute side). I make myself some peanut butter & honey on toast, check a few things on the computer, and start reading.

11:04-11:25: Andrew wakes up crying miserably, which I know means he’s still really tired. Tell myself I won’t resort to nursing. Manage to rock him to dozing, but he starts to cry again. End up nursing anyway.

11:25-12:09: Hold a sleeping baby; I’m afraid he’ll wake up again. Check social media and blogs on my phone. I try to tell myself that this period in our lives will be over far before I want it to, and to soak up all the baby snuggles, but to be honest, it’s kind of annoying.

12:09: I’m thirsty. He’s really heavy; my arms hurt. My shoulders, especially. I have to pee. Do I dare put him down?

12:22: Can’t take it anymore. Put him down. He (miraculously!) stays asleep. Since it’s payday, I hop on the computer to pay some bills.

12:44-12:53: Andrew wakes up, happy this time. He gets another diaper change and changed from his jammies to clothes. Today is a 3-6 short sleeve striped onesie from bon bebe & a pair of 3-6 black pants from George.

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12:55-1:29: Playtime! He crawls, cruises, rolls, bangs things together, squeaks Sophie, flips through his board books. We shake our heads (new skill!), babble, wave hi and bye, and read a book or two. He also needs another diaper change (dirty this time).

1:29: Quick lunch/snack. I make myself some toast, and give Andrew a chunk of banana.

1:36-1:53: Nurse.

2:00-2:30: Andrew goes back to playing while I quickly wipe up smashed banana pieces, brush my teeth and scrape my hair back into a bun.

2:30-3:05: I load Andrew up in the carseat and leave to pick Keith up from work.

3:05-3:30: I’m 20 minutes early but I have my book and Andrew is asleep so I leave the car running and read while I wait.

3:30-4:26: Drive home. I HATE rush hour – a 20 minute trip takes an hour. Andrew sleeps (thankfully!) the whole way home. I cannot tell you how many times we’ve had to do this trip with an absolutely miserable baby screaming his head off the entire way. It is the worst. Hands down.

4:45-5:15: I throw in a load of laundry and go on the computer while Keith plays with Andrew on the floor. I also pull pork from the freezer for dinner.

5:20-5:27: Andrew nurses, but only for 7 minutes. Usually around this time we’d take him for a walk or to the park but it’s raining today so we stay home. Andrew gets a diaper change.

5:30-6:30: Put on a PVRed episode of Chicago Fire. Ten minutes in I transfer laundry over and start a load of towels. Andrew is still fussy so I attempt to nurse him (twice).

6:30-7:30: Keith cooks dinner and I fold one load while transferring the other. Andrew is still fussy. I feed him a chunk of banana and attempt to nurse twice more, but he won’t stay latched. I make him a 4oz bottle; he truly isn’t hungry, because he doesn’t drink it. I also do a quick mop of the kitchen floor since the floor is sticky from all the banana.

7:30-7:45: We all eat dinner together. Tonight it’s sweet & sour pork over rice. We’re doing straight out baby-led weaning, so we feed Andrew off our plates.

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7:45-8:00: Baby led weaning is great. The mess it creates – not so much. After dinner he goes directly for his bath. I put a laundry basket right in the tub, fill it to the first line of holes, and bathe him in that. While I’m bathing him, Keith cleans up his high chair & sweeps the floor.

We lotion him up & change him into his jammies (a footed sleeper). Then I hand him to Keith to feed him the bottle he didn’t drink earlier and go clean up from his bath. The towels are done, so I fold those and put the basket of clean clothes away.

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8:00-9:30: Keith finishes giving Andrew his bottle but he’s still awake, so we just let him cruise around in an effort to tire himself out. He has another dirty diaper (two in one day is SUPER rare). Keith finally makes up another 4oz bottle, but he won’t take it. I end up nursing, and then feeding him 2oz of the bottle. I hold him for 10 minutes to make sure.

9:30-10:10: I tidy his toy area and start on the dinner dishes. Halfway through Keith offers to finish them for me if I go for a Timmies run. I take the days dirty diapers to the dumpster on my way out.

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what it usually looks like.

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All tidied.

10:10-11:40: I read more of my book while Keith watches Mayday & plays Everquest.

11:40-11:47: All three of us go to bed. I dreamfeed Andrew.

I don’t know what time it is, but I’m guessing it’s around 3:00-3:30am: Nurse.

5:30am: Nurse again. This is considered an ideal night with only two wakings. There have been many, many nights with 3, 4, 5+. The entire reason we co-sleep is so I am not a sleep deprived zombie at this point.

8:00am: Up for the day. I take first shift – what we jokingly call his awake time until his first nap, or two hours, whichever comes first. Sometimes we can only last an hour though, especially if he’s had a super restless night. We split the days of the weekend, letting the other one sleep in.

mobility

So Andrew started to crawl.

And then within two days, managed to do this:

And this:

 

And then I promptly died.

Three,Four,Five

I cannot believe Andrew is five months old already, and I haven’t been writing all of this down. He just changes so fast!

He’s been sitting up unassisted since just after Christmas, and has started slowly army crawling in the month since. He weighs about seventeen pounds – not sure on his length but he’s definitely a small, compact little guy. He grins and babbles and screeches (so loud. SO, so loud). He LOVES my phone and the remote and the kitty, although I won’t let him touch any of it just yet. We’re still co-sleeping, because he doesn’t sleep through the night yet – he wakes up every night around 3:30 and again anywhere between 5:30 and 6:30. He still takes three naps a day, although getting him to sleep is…well. When he started to roll over at three and a half months, he would wake himself up after twenty minutes, so it was the biggest lightbulb moment when I realized I could put him to sleep on his stomach (seriously. it took the better part of two weeks. two awful, oh-my-fuck-what-did-I-get-myself-into, weeks).

He does know his name, although not consistently, but he definitely knows who ‘Mama’ is. He spits out any sort of pacifier but loves to munch on his toes and fingers. He wears sleepers almost exclusively because I am lazy and because when I actually dress him he looks like such a little boy and then I feel like crying because really? where did my froggy little newborn go? He’s had two bad weeks of sort-of teething – nothing poking through yet, but he was utterly miserable and showing all the other signs of teething.

He’s very interested in anything we eat and grabs for whatever it is, but when offered/fed, spits it back out, so he’s not quite ready to try solids yet (which we will be doing Baby Led Weaning, because, again, I am lazy and the whole premise just makes sense to me. Everyone I’ve talked to in real life seems to think I’m crazy).

I’m pretty sure I missed something, but in any case, I’m so excited to see what months six, seven and eight bring us!

Checking in

Written on October 25, 2012:

When they say that time speeds up when you have a  kid, they weren’t joking. Somehow Andrew has been here for nine weeks and while the days are long (and some, my goodness, are so very long), the weeks seem short, and the past two months have just flown by.

I really can’t complain – Andrew has definitely become an easy going baby (knock on wood), once we got used to each other and somewhat of a routine going. He’s smiling and cooing and we even got a laugh out of him last Saturday.

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Present Day:

Oh, my goodness, Andrew is growing way too fast for me to keep up. I took him out of his carseat this morning and thought to myself – how the HELL do you look so much older in just a few hours?

Poor baby’s a little congested today, but still (knock on wood) generally in good spirits. I got a good laughing session out of him today by saying “sneezy baby!” in all sorts of silly voices. He only napped for 40 minutes this morning and should be going down for another nap shortly, but for right now he’s playing contently in his exersaucer so I’m not going to try putting him down just yet.

In non-baby news: My dad is very, very ill. In fact, he’s pretty close to dying. He has (on top of his other health issues), TB & cancer of the throat & mouth, had a pulmonary embolism and a brain hemmorage over the weekend. My brother is down in Mexico with him. Right now I’m just waiting on some sort of news; every time I see I have a new email my heart jumps a little. If you could spare a thought or a prayer for him to ease his passing, I’d greatly appreciate it.

And, with that, the baby has had enough of the exersaucer and is demanding to be let the fuck out already, woman.

Refurbishing help

See this dresser?

I rescued it from the garbage years ago, because I think with a little bit of work it could look fantastic. I like it because it offers storage, which a lot of TV stands don’t, it’s tall, and it’s multi-purpose if we need it for another function in the future.

But here’s the kicker – I must confess I don’t know how. I don’t even know what kind of material it’s made of or how to tell. Do I just sand it down, prime, paint and then hope for the best?

(Actually that doesn’t sound like a half bad idea).

I’m at the point now where I’m trying to decide if the work would be worth it or if I should just call a spade a spade and designate it for the trash. I mean, I could always buy something like this, which does have the added feature of possibly allowing me to get rid of our two bookcases BUT might be way too overwhelming for the space:

BESTÅ/INREDA TV storage combo with sliding doors IKEA Sliding doors save space when open and hides the TV when needed.{ source }

So what do you think I should do – Salvage? Trash already?

And, uh, how do I figure out what material I’m dealing with?