Last night was no exception to the Wake Up and Feed Me routine, aside from the fact that instead of going back to sleep after the second feeding Junior decided that he was ready to start the day. At 5 o'clock to be exact. We could hear him on the monitor just talking away to himself. I got up and fed him, but when he was finished and I laid him back into his crib, he just looked at me and started laughing. At the time I thought it was a cute little baby giggle and he'd drift back to dreamland so that I could squeeze another 30 or so minutes of sleep in for myself. Now as I sit at my desk with my eyes half closed, I see that it was actually an "oh mommy, you have no idea..." giggle. He lasted for about another 10 minutes in his crib, just talking and yelling away while I sat in the recliner and waited. I finally decided to just get ready for work, since I wouldn't be able to sleep with Junior talking my ear off via baby monitor anyway. I guess Kevin couldn't sleep with Chatty Cathy going on and on either, because not long after I went into the bathroom I heard him get up and head to the nursery. After listening to their "conversation" through the monitor it was pretty obvious that Junior was up for the duration.
Greyden: "GAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!"
Daddy (in a half asleep voice): "Really."
Greyden: "GOOOO-WAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Daddy (still half asleep): "Re-hee-heeeeeeeeally"
Greyden: "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Daddy (in a now resigned tone of voice): You're really ready to party, aren't you kid.
Greyden: "GOO-WAH-WAH-EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Daddy: "Oh, lord."
All I have to say is thank goodness Kevin was
Checking In!
Weeks Post Partum: 16.5 weeks
Total weight gain/loss: I'm stuck. I have been 152 pounds for the last two weeks. That's 4 pounds over where I started when I got pregnant, and about 10ish pounds over where I'd like to be. I would like to think that most of the overage (or all of it if I'm being completely honest) is boobs, but I think I may be lying to myself.
Maternity Clothes: No, No, NO! They are GONE. Well, not gone exactly. They're still hanging in my closet because I'm too lazy to pack them up. But I'm in almost all my size 6 work pants and all but a few pairs of my jeans. Some are more snug than others. We're working on that part.
Sleep: I am DYING laughing right now. This is what I wrote last time I checked in: Sleep: Yup! As I said above, Grey is sleeping 8 1/2 to 9 hours a night. He usually wakes up around 4 or 5 am, eats, and is back down for another 3 - 4 hours. It's been heavenly. But I'm not counting my chickens just yet. I've heard the horror stories about how you'll just start to think that the baby is sleeping through the night and then BAM! They're back to waking every few hours. Um, yeah. I'm just going to come right out and say it - I WAS LYING WHEN I WROTE THAT!!! I was SURE he wouldn't do that. SURE I TELL YOU.
Best moment this week:
What I miss: Last time I said I missed stress free visits to restaurants. Now, I'm even worried about it. These days we don't even bother to drive around for 2 hours trying to get him to sleep prior to going into the restaurant. Now that he is aware of his surroundings, he is much easier to occupy. If he starts acting up, we just pull him out of his car seat and let him stand on our laps. Both Kevin and I are becoming masters in the art of eating one-handed. Our first choice of restaurants is still Kevin's "Happiest Place on Earth" (Buffalo Wild Wings) since there are tons of TVs and Junior loves himself some TV. Yes, we're those parents. But being as Greyden is still such a tiny, little peanut, I'm not exactly worried about him becoming obese from TV watching any time soon. If anything he could use a little meat on his bones.
What I am looking forward to: Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo BBQ Cook Off tomorrow!
Milestones: He hasn't really hit any milestones that I've noticed. Of course I also don't know what the milestones are that we're supposed to be aiming for either. I will say he's becoming a LOT more interactive, as you probably noticed from the conversation above. He also HATES to sit and will cry until you let him stand up. I swear the kid will stand on your lap for hours if you let him. He may be teething with the amount of drool that constantly pours out of his mouth and the fact that if he gets his hands on anything, it immediately goes into his mouth. For example, his monkey. Which we desperately need to replace with a different stuffed animal since saying "Bubba, stop eating/throwing/smacking your monkey" while in public will earn you a few awkward stares from strangers.
We'll see if there are any major milestones we're missing when we go to his 4 month check up next Tuesday, but for now we're all happy, albeit tired, little campers.
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