Sunday, June 29, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
When I was pregnant with Katy, I worked with a girl who had recently had a baby. She told me, "The first 3 months of the baby's life is like the fourth trimester. Your body is still functioning under par, and the baby is still so dependent on you that you might as well be pregnant." She went on to say that all the babies you see on TV and in magazines are at least 4 months old, all bright eyed and content. No one ever shows you what they are like in the first 3 months.
I repeated that conversation over and over in my head during Katy's first 3 months. It was true, I had no idea what newborns were like and I was counting down the end of the first 3 months, when everyone promised me she would stop crying inconsolably. And it was true, after 3 months she started to gradually get easier and easier, until she was a very happy 1 year old.
This time around, the fourth trimester hasn't been as dramatic or shocking, but I'm still glad to be reaching the 3 month mark. David is starting to be so much more interactive and personable. He's starting to reach for toys (somewhat), blow raspberries, roll onto his side, and break out of his swaddling blanket (this could be another post -ugh). And I can't wait to see what he'll do next - I just love seeing them learn new things. This is the most enjoyable part of parenting.
But I also just can't believe it's already been 3 months. It's the END of JUNE?!?! We haven't even been to the pool yet. How can June be over? I feel like David was just born, but we're already one quarter through his first year.
One funny thing about 3 month olds (or at least for my kids) is that they are starting to experience Baby Pattern Baldness. The baby hair is falling out, but first it rubs off where their heads rub against the crib/floor/car seat. So David is currently sporting both a mohawk and a mullet. Not many people could pull this off, but I think he's doing a good job with it.
Several people have asked me if I think David looks like Katy. I see a little resemblance (in the cheeks), but it's hard for me to tell. But when I was looking for pictures of Katy when she was 3 months old, now I can see it...
Katy at 3 months
David at 3 months
So it should all get easier from here, right? I won't count on it, but I do look forward to seeing what David will be like in the next 3 months...
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Around midnight last night, I was awakened by my phone ringing. Don't you hate it when the phone rings in the middle of the night? Your heart is pounding because you're so nervous that something terrible has happened? This time, it was my sister (who lives a few blocks away) asking if I knew that there were tornadic storms headed right toward us. I did not. The finished attic where we sleep is like a soundproof recording booth, so we are never able to hear the sirens, or sometimes even the storms. So we rubbed our eyes and went downstairs to turn on the TV and judge whether or not to wake the little ones. It was looking pretty scary, so we yanked those kiddos out of their cribs and headed for the basement. Katy thought this was marvelous fun. Mommy came into her room in the middle of the night, put on her crocs, and took her down to the basement where she is never allowed to go?!? Sweet! We were up for an hour, and she never even yawned. She was so excited, asking us to read books from her lawn chair. But her innocence kept me (somewhat) calm. How can you be scared when you are reading the Very Hungry Caterpillar?
As a result of this interrupted sleep, I was pretty exhausted this morning. I was sitting on the floor doing puzzles with Katy, and I thought, "I'll just lay down here on the floor while she works on these." No sooner did I get horizontal than Katy is tugging on me, "Sit UP, Mommy, sit UP!" So I told her, "Mommy's just trying to rest." "No rest, Mommy." How true. So I sat up, to which she responded, "Good job, honey." Thanks, Katy.
Speaking of puzzles, we are missing a piece to one of them. The last time I saw it was Saturday, and I've looked for it every day since then. I know it's not a big deal, it's just a puzzle piece. But I'm a first born, and this is driving me CRAZY.
Finally, I have a confession to make. My son has a nickname. I didn't consciously choose this nickname, nor did I even notice that I was saying it on a consistent basis until Katy began using it, too. I wouldn't have chosen it had I put any thought into it, but now it seems to have stuck. I can't stop saying it. And I actually think of him this way. Want to know what it is? Bubby. Not Buddy or Bubba, but Bubby. I seriously don't know where it came from - I've never heard anyone else call their baby that - have you? Now even his nickname has nicknames. I've heard myself call him Bubby, Bub, Bubby Boo, and Bubs. Maybe I should've called the blog Katydid and Bubby Boo?
Monday, June 23, 2008
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Friday, June 06, 2008
Tuesday, June 03, 2008