Birth classes shmirth classes

If you refer to an earlier post (I'm not really sure which one) you'll know that we went to parenting classes. I don't think we remember a damn thing from them. If they wanted these classes to properly prepare you for being a parent I propose the following list:

- grab a bag of cement, hold it for 4 hours - while a wombat wails in your ear (I don't really know what a wombat sounds like, but I'm pretty sure they would have a high pitched annoying wail)
- attempt to dump the small formula cup into the only slightly less-small bottle opening - while holding a squirming puppy - while a wombat wails in your ear
- take a stroller and maneuver it through a minefield without waking the baby inside
- take a garden hose and attempt to block the stream of water with your hand (for those with boys)
- take one of the wet naps you get when you eat ribs and try to clean the sauce off the ribs (for the advanced class you'll attempt this while blocking the garden hose at the same time - the 400 level simultaneously includes the wombat)

That might get you slightly more prepared . . . but I doubt it

We Have Poopies!

First - happy belated to Punk Boy. JT enjoyed the party very much and is sorry he had to pass on the cake, maybe next year though! (Oh, and I'd watch him, he thinks some of those toys you got a really cool.)

As to the heading, it's amazing how quickly things change when you become a parent. A year ago I seriously doubt I would have had such a heading (although Yogi was constipated once and we had to give him something). Yesterday JT had some play-doh like poop, no big deal, just keep an eye on him. He was up most of the night with Daddy and this morning we found out why. He grunted and groaned and did his all and out came a little marble of poop. Pushed his legs up, more grunting and groaning, the vein in his forehead popped out a little - another little marble. This one had a little blood in it. We went through this for another 10 minutes with little progress and then called the doc.

His suggestion - prune juice. 1 oz. of prune juice once a day until things got moving. JT downed the juice like a champ. We continued throughout the day, anxiously checking him at every grunt-like sound. Finally one birthday party and one grandparent dinner later . . . we have poop. Regular, green, non-marble like poop. Jim said there was definitely a relieved smile on his face, I know his parents both have them.

Tomorrow JT will be 7 weeks old, almost 2 months - it always amazes me how fast time goes. I try to enjoy every minute, knowing that even when he only wants to be held and scream in my ear, there will come a time when he doesn't want to be held or even talk to me.

Doggie Time

Given the difficulties of the other day I decided we should take the dogs for a walk today. I bundled up the boy, strapped on the front carrier and grabbed the leashes. It's hard to believe that I once survived a half marathon, today just getting around the block was taxing. The dogs did well and before he fell asleep JT seemed to like it (a "different ceiling" to look at).

We came home and got settled and after dinner Daddy gave JT his bath. He seems to really like the water, I'm hoping it stays that way!

I'm with JT everyday so I don't think I see him growing, but today he looks so big. When we first brought him home we had to prop him into the swing with blanket rolls on either side. Today his feet almost hang off the bottom!

Thank you for good neighbors

They may look cute and unassuming in this outdated photo, but in truth you are looking at two criminal masterminds . . . well Yogi is the mastermind, Daisy just wiggles and looks cute. I returned home from a wonderful playdate with Mr. Jacob (he played, JT screamed) and was told by my neighbor that the dogs had somehow left our yard today. They got out not once, not twice, but three times - from two different fenced in yards.

Two of our neighbors were kind enough to round them up each time, bringing them home from as far as two blocks away. They have tags and microchips, but the thought of them running the neighborhood and standing in the street makes my heart jump to my throat.

To say thank you the dogs baked brownies and cookies and wrote a couple of very nice little notes to be delivered in the morning. It's only a small token, but it's the least they can do.

When did showering become a luxury?

Much like the title of this book http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0970510063/ref=sib_dp_pt/103-7692618-4895805#reader-link "Peeing in Peace" when did showering become a luxury and not a necessity? God forbid I actually have clients when I go back to work and have to meet with them in person - I'll need good scarves and more Febreze (actually none of my clothes fit so I'll have bigger issues than scarves).

The other evening he slept for 7 1/2 hours. I woke up and it was light out and I freaked. He was laying next to me in his bassinet, but still! Last night, it was more like 3 hours at a time - oh well, we'll work up to it.

I'm thinking about having professional pics taken at 2 months - any suggestions between Sears, Pennys, or Olan Mills?

I only have 2 weeks of maternity leave left - he'll be 6 weeks old tomorrow - when the heck did that happen?

The Many Faces of JT . . .

Is he the cutest little boy ever or what! Not only does he have rhythm, he has style.

Playtime!

A little snippet of the little man playing.