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.

What a great day!

Firstly, I love shopping. Like, a lot. I bought a new sling today, which is bright orange, which pretty much rocks. And it's a pouch sling, which means it's a lot easier to get in and out of than my Moby wrap (which is essentially 5 meters of fabric that you wrap around yourself, then tie in a knot).

Also, today was the first day where we have used our cloth diapers, to great success. Before when we used them, they leaked around the legs and waist because my son is incredibly long and slender. But today we only had one minor leak, and he didn't seem to worried by it. And he looks so cute in them. I am very excited by this!

And lastly, not to jinx it, but last night H. slept from midnight to 7am... that's the longest he's ever slept at once, by at least 2 hours. And after he woke up at 7, he ate 4.5oz, then fell back asleep at 7:30, and slept for 45 minutes. I am excited by this, and I sincerely hope it lasts.

And then, to make things even better, one of my good friends who recently moved away stopped in for a surprise visit.

I don't thing today could have been even better.

Laundry Day

Tuesday is the unofficial laundry day at our house, with another load or two being done on Friday or so. Which means, Tuesdays suck.

It start by gathering it all up from the 3 hampers and baskets scattered all over the house (which is more difficult than it sounds by the fact that 2 of those move on a regular basis), then sorting it into 4 different loads (lights, darks, blankets and towels, and cloth diapers). Then I have to head out to the garage (down the treacherous stairs inside, out the door, and down more stairs) to put it into the washer, then go back out to change it. I have the joyous job of doing this numerous times a week, summer and winter, all year round.

Doing all that is the easy part. It's when the washer is done and I have to sort what goes in the dryer and what needs to be hung up by the fire to dry. And then I get to hang it, and fold it, then put it away.

All this takes hours, pretty much all day depending on when I start... which used to be as soon as I got up, but now I have a baby to worry about too, and now the all day laundry job takes even longer (now I have to do more in the morning). And there is even more laundry, what with the baby peeing through diapers and spitting up on everyone, including himself, and in his bed.

All this to say, I hate Tuesdays.