Right?
9.27.2012
Time to lose the baby weight
I started my diet today. Yay! Fresh, low-glycemic fruits and veggies with lean protein. Don't forget the chia seeds and evening of primrose oil! Hell yeah!! Once adjusted to the lower caloric intake, I will start going to the gym in one way or another. I'm going to run or walk really fast or dance or swim or something. I am so excited to get healthy and fit! I will have so much energy to chase after Ezra. I will have a cute figure that will look great in cute outfits that make me feel like a hip, cool mom. I will be able to walk the entire country of Spain when we go in March. It's going to be awesome.
Right?
Right?
9.26.2012
Almost...
Ezra will be crawling soon. Mommy has been taking hours of video to catch Ezra in the act. Check out how close he's gotten.
Almost, not quite, kinda, maybe a little bit? Regardless, the intangible "baby proofing" is quickly becoming a reality that I must face, and face hard.
Sigh.
Almost, not quite, kinda, maybe a little bit? Regardless, the intangible "baby proofing" is quickly becoming a reality that I must face, and face hard.
Sigh.
9.25.2012
9.24.2012
Sleep, or lack thereof
Lucky. That is what Bo and I have been for the past five months. Why? Because Ezra slept.
The number one comment I received while pregnant went something along the lines of, "You can kiss sleep goodbye." My sisters and brothers in parenthood were all quick to share their own stories of trauma caused from sleepless nights thanks to new babies, not to scare but in an eager excitement at having another sympathetic in sleeplessness. The baby books spell it out clearly: baby needs to eat every two hours, so you only get to sleep in two-hour bursts--try to sleep when baby sleeps.
So, I was prepared for sleeplessness. When Ezra first arrived, he acted as expected, waking at least three times a night for some booby snacks. He slept really well during the day and I was on maternity leave, so I didn't mind much. But lashing out against the norm, Ezra started waking only once per night by his first month, much to my elation (and to Bo's sanity because he went back to work at that time). And even more back-flipping-while-hula-hooping kind of amazing, Ezra would sleep through the night roughly three nights a week. By two-and-a-half months old, Ezra consistently slept through the night. He slept so well that Bo and I were confident to put him in his own room (he also outgrew the bassinet ahead of schedule). Then, Ezra simply slept through the night, every night.
We didn't know just how lucky we really were until the past week arrived. Sleeping seems to be "so last season" for my little man.
Take last night, for example. Ezra decided to party. All of the usual tricks weren't working. Quiet play time alone in the crib? Yeah right. Bouncing? Nope. Warm nai? Only made him hyper. Soothing sounds and mommy hugs? Get outta here with that mess! Bo and I were exhausted, and we decided that 11:00 P.M. was late enough. It was time for extreme measures. Ezra would grow sleepy in bed with us, and we would put him to bed after he passed out. HA! I'm pretty sure Bo and I fell asleep before the dumpling did. But while dumpling stayed asleep, Bo and I did not. How can something so little take up so much room?! Perhaps he was making up for all the sleepless nights we should have had, but Ezra achieved at least half of the following baby sleep positions last night alone:
He tossed and turned in his sleep, kicked and slapped, jazzed-handed, whimpered, fussed, and farted. "Should we give him a bottle? I think he's hungry." But the doctor said not to do that because he will get used to eating in the middle of the night, every night. "Okay, you're right." Four minutes and three baby punches later, Ezra was drinking warm nai. Then he got a nice, dry diaper. Then he passed out just in time for mommy's morning alarm to sound.
Maybe I should stop putting him in outfits proclaiming the wearer a monster. Self-fulfilling prophecy much?
Note to Ezra: Your nighttime shenanigans put Mommy and Pops into some seriously foul moods this morning. Then you woke up, and smiled all bright and shiny. Immediately we became putty in adorable, sleep-depriving hands. You win . . . for now.
:)
The number one comment I received while pregnant went something along the lines of, "You can kiss sleep goodbye." My sisters and brothers in parenthood were all quick to share their own stories of trauma caused from sleepless nights thanks to new babies, not to scare but in an eager excitement at having another sympathetic in sleeplessness. The baby books spell it out clearly: baby needs to eat every two hours, so you only get to sleep in two-hour bursts--try to sleep when baby sleeps.
So, I was prepared for sleeplessness. When Ezra first arrived, he acted as expected, waking at least three times a night for some booby snacks. He slept really well during the day and I was on maternity leave, so I didn't mind much. But lashing out against the norm, Ezra started waking only once per night by his first month, much to my elation (and to Bo's sanity because he went back to work at that time). And even more back-flipping-while-hula-hooping kind of amazing, Ezra would sleep through the night roughly three nights a week. By two-and-a-half months old, Ezra consistently slept through the night. He slept so well that Bo and I were confident to put him in his own room (he also outgrew the bassinet ahead of schedule). Then, Ezra simply slept through the night, every night.
We didn't know just how lucky we really were until the past week arrived. Sleeping seems to be "so last season" for my little man.
Take last night, for example. Ezra decided to party. All of the usual tricks weren't working. Quiet play time alone in the crib? Yeah right. Bouncing? Nope. Warm nai? Only made him hyper. Soothing sounds and mommy hugs? Get outta here with that mess! Bo and I were exhausted, and we decided that 11:00 P.M. was late enough. It was time for extreme measures. Ezra would grow sleepy in bed with us, and we would put him to bed after he passed out. HA! I'm pretty sure Bo and I fell asleep before the dumpling did. But while dumpling stayed asleep, Bo and I did not. How can something so little take up so much room?! Perhaps he was making up for all the sleepless nights we should have had, but Ezra achieved at least half of the following baby sleep positions last night alone:
He tossed and turned in his sleep, kicked and slapped, jazzed-handed, whimpered, fussed, and farted. "Should we give him a bottle? I think he's hungry." But the doctor said not to do that because he will get used to eating in the middle of the night, every night. "Okay, you're right." Four minutes and three baby punches later, Ezra was drinking warm nai. Then he got a nice, dry diaper. Then he passed out just in time for mommy's morning alarm to sound.
Maybe I should stop putting him in outfits proclaiming the wearer a monster. Self-fulfilling prophecy much?
Note to Ezra: Your nighttime shenanigans put Mommy and Pops into some seriously foul moods this morning. Then you woke up, and smiled all bright and shiny. Immediately we became putty in adorable, sleep-depriving hands. You win . . . for now.
:)
9.20.2012
My good eater
I have finally figured out what Ezra loves to eat! When I fed him the concoction, he ate it up without dropping a single spec out of his mouth. I didn't even have to put a bib on him. Rice cereal and bananas are no go's. Oatmeal cereal and mangoes are the way to go for my little guy. PS... he ate that whole bowl!!!
Climbing, sitting, and laughing, oh my!
Seemingly overnight, Ezra has simultaneously decided to pull himself up using furniture and try climb out of his crib. He has mastered neither, but the threat is imminent. He has mastered sitting up on his own, however.
Then my amazing little guy gives kisses to an owl and makes the owl give kisses to a car. Or makes the owl repeatedly bash said car after trying to eat said owl. It's all about perspective.
I have roughly 162 videos of Ezra playing. Nothing truly exciting happens in these videos. It's doubtful that any of Ezra's videos will be as popular as this kid's one video. Then again, I don't care about that. These videos are my sanity as more and more I want to be a stay at home mom so I get to witness every single amazing new trick...
Note to Ezra: You have the best laugh, ever! You are also spending more time with Uncle Harry, and Mommy adores the calming influence he has over your energetic self. It's highly doubtful that I could ever get you to simply hang out in a basket. Then again, maybe you're just totally into the Baby Einstein video you're watching. Or is it an A's game? If so, BAD UNCLE HARRY!!
9.09.2012
Six month check in
I have worked at a computer desk using computers for a decade. Luckily, I have yet to have work-related issues in my wrists and hands usually attributed to poor ergonomics at the workplace. Then why, oh why, am I wearing a carpal tunnel brace on my left (and not primary) wrist? Ezra, that's why.
Ezra is getting heavy. Really heavy. He weighs more than Lilah, a little girl two years his senior. At six months of age, Ezra has outgrown the Baby Bjorn carrier that most fit well after 1 year. I put him to bed in jammies that fit perfectly, and when he wakes up the sleeves and legs are comically too short.
Perhaps I should blame this growth spurt on the solid foods that he decided to love this past weekend. Previously, we were lucky if Ezra ate more than two bites of brown rice cereal in a sitting. Now I make almost three times the usual amount of cereal and mix in an equal part of pureed apples, and Ezra squeals for more. Obviously, this is one the most adorable things in the world because he gently leans forward toward the spoon with his little mouth agape and looks expectantly at you out the side of his eye. "More, please." Now, if you aren't fast enough, the cuteness collapses into an orange alert complete with a wail of warning. Who cares? My kid eats (almost) real food! (What is rice cereal, anyway?)
But I digress...
Ezra is also getting more and more active. Holding him is becoming quite a workout as he shifts his weight and swings his head around with enough force to knock me over. And he requires being held a lot. I don't know if it's curiosity, but Ezra refuses to sit on the ground if Mommy or Pops is moving around, at all. He wants to see what we're doing. He's wants to be held. Mommy's wrist hurts.
But Ezra is trying to help us out. He really, honestly wants to move about on his own. He has not quite figured out crawling, but he is trying!
Note to Ezra: Your personality is really starting to shine, mister. You love to laugh at Pops; you think he's simply hilarious. You really want Mommy to hold you when you don't feel well. Sometimes you cry "Ma Ma Ma" until I hold you or until you see my picture hanging at Grandma's house. You really like it when Mommy and Pops are together; that's when we notice you are the most calm and content. You helped us make dinner last night by ramming us in the Achilles tendon repeatedly with your walker. Thanks for keeping us on our toes, literally :)
Ezra is getting heavy. Really heavy. He weighs more than Lilah, a little girl two years his senior. At six months of age, Ezra has outgrown the Baby Bjorn carrier that most fit well after 1 year. I put him to bed in jammies that fit perfectly, and when he wakes up the sleeves and legs are comically too short.
Perhaps I should blame this growth spurt on the solid foods that he decided to love this past weekend. Previously, we were lucky if Ezra ate more than two bites of brown rice cereal in a sitting. Now I make almost three times the usual amount of cereal and mix in an equal part of pureed apples, and Ezra squeals for more. Obviously, this is one the most adorable things in the world because he gently leans forward toward the spoon with his little mouth agape and looks expectantly at you out the side of his eye. "More, please." Now, if you aren't fast enough, the cuteness collapses into an orange alert complete with a wail of warning. Who cares? My kid eats (almost) real food! (What is rice cereal, anyway?)
But I digress...
Ezra is also getting more and more active. Holding him is becoming quite a workout as he shifts his weight and swings his head around with enough force to knock me over. And he requires being held a lot. I don't know if it's curiosity, but Ezra refuses to sit on the ground if Mommy or Pops is moving around, at all. He wants to see what we're doing. He's wants to be held. Mommy's wrist hurts.
But Ezra is trying to help us out. He really, honestly wants to move about on his own. He has not quite figured out crawling, but he is trying!
Note to Ezra: Your personality is really starting to shine, mister. You love to laugh at Pops; you think he's simply hilarious. You really want Mommy to hold you when you don't feel well. Sometimes you cry "Ma Ma Ma" until I hold you or until you see my picture hanging at Grandma's house. You really like it when Mommy and Pops are together; that's when we notice you are the most calm and content. You helped us make dinner last night by ramming us in the Achilles tendon repeatedly with your walker. Thanks for keeping us on our toes, literally :)
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