Poor Baby

Lately, H. has been sleeping very well indeed. Almost through the night, in fact.

But not last night... for some reason, H. could not sleep. From 8pm to 8am, he had maybe 3 hours of sleep... and it wasn't good REM sleep. So he was grumpy. I managed to get him to sleep for about half an hour at church, but he woke up. He did fall asleep at lunch, and stayed asleep all through the car ride home, and stayed asleep during the transfer from car seat to crib (which rarely happens). And he slept for a few hours.

But when he woke up, he was some grumpy. He did eat, and he did complain while doing it. Poor baby fell right asleep after, and barely made a peep in his crib.

Poor baby. Fell asleep right in my arms, and stayed asleep.

I'm not ready for this!

Today, I took some clothes of H.'s to be consigned. Which is good, I'll make money to buy him new clothes... but on the other hand, it means he got so big that he grew out of some things. Which is incredibly sad.

Of course, there were a few things that don't fit him that I just can't part with. Like the blue and brown sleeper he wore in the hospital (his first piece of clothing). Or his little hat that he first wore, with the tiger and lion on the front.

And come to think of it, there are a lot of items I don't think I can easily part with... I'm kind of a pack rat, I guess.

Oh no...

I think my two month old son may be starting to teethe. Except for the terrible two's, this is the bane of any new parents' existence.

He has been drooling a whole lot lately, which is very uncommon. He's also been spitting up a lot. Usually he doesn't spit up, ever, and when he does it's just a tiny little bit. But for the past week or so, it's been a few times a day, and quite a bit of it.

When I was at my favourite baby boutique the other day, my mother pointed out a hazelwood necklace, which is supposed to breakdown the enzymes that cause all the symptoms of teething (drooling, fussiness, and the pain to some extent). And they are cute, too.

Well, we bought one for H., and within about 12 hours his drooling was getting better (just the normal, non-teething baby drool). His spitting up is still a little better than the last few days, but still worse than usual.

I'm hoping when his teeth actually start to cut, this amazing necklace will still be helping!

P.J. Funnybunny was a very unhappy bunny...

I love reading to my son. And at almost 8 weeks old, he likes it only when he's well fed and rested.

For Christmas, from Grandma, he got two volumes of the Big Book of Beginner Books, by Dr. Suess. Including such favourites as Go Dog, Go, Put Me In the Zoo, and my new favourite, It's Not Easy Being a Bunny.

While reading the bunny story today, I realized something... I have one heck of a moose call. And I was not the least bit embarrassed doing it in front of anyone (namely my mother, who will invariably laugh at me if I do something silly).

That was the very moment that I first thought to myself I'm a mom now!

I didn't want to wake him up

My mom has been suggesting (not so subtlety) to me for quite a number of days now to get H. onto a schedule. She figures that if he goes to bed for the night at 7:30 or so, that is acceptable. As I was making dinner today (for the record, it was parmesan chicken, and it was delicious), she said I should wake him up to feed him so he could fall asleep for the night. Well, I went into the nursery and turned the light on, and my little boy looked so freakin' cute sleeping, with his little mouth hanging open, snoring quietly, that I really, really, really did not want to wake him up. But, I did. And he still looked cute... for about 37 seconds, until he started screaming. Apparently my son likes to sleep as much as I do, and hates interruptions to it as much as I do.

It's payback. He's been waking me up for weeks now. Kidding.

Chubby Bum

The longer I use cloth diapers, the more clear one more fact is becoming.... cloth diapers are a lot bigger than disposable diapers. I mean, H.'s pants don't fit, at least not the ones that fit when he was wearing disposables.

It's a good thing I'm a little bit of a shopaholic, or else this would be terrible, and my kid would have no pants!

Cloth Diapering

I have now been using cloth diapers exclusively for 2 days... and it's awesome. But as I do this, one thing is becoming very clear... I have a much higher tolerance for bodily functions than I ever thought possible.

And H. seems to enjoy it too. He doesn't cry during diaper changes like he did with the disposable diapers, and the little tiny bit of diaper rash he had has all but disappeared (I can't attribute that solely to the new diapers though, we were using some diaper rash balm... but it did go away, not get worse). We have had a few poopy diapers, which was a learning experience of sorts. I quickly remembered to start putting the diaper liners in.

And I laundered my first load of dirty cloth diapers today. They are now folded and ready to go back into the drawer reserved especially for cloth diapers. And I surprised myself by not having any sort of problem taking them out of the pail bag, and putting them in the washing machine.

So, all in all, cloth diapering is WAY easier than I ever expected (I'm a pessimist by nature), and is something I really see myself continuing for a long time.