Baby fever

As I watch Boy grow so fast and gain confidence in my mothering, I can't help but want to do it all again.  The problem with that is I know what to expect when expecting. 

I am 36, so my clock is ticking loudly and my window for opportunity is closing.  We have always wanted more than one child.  Not only for ourselves but we understand the importance of siblings.  My husband is one of seven and I am close with my sister.  There is a certain closeness that you can only get with family.  Boy is the only child on my side and the youngest by 9 years on my husbands so without even cousins close in age we really want to be able to give him a sibling.

I loved being pregnant the first time.  We were very lucky that I got pregnant the first month we tried.  I had been nervous at the start because you never know until you try if there will be any issues.  I found the prospect of charting daunting and really didn't want to do it.  I figured we would try the first month, and if we were unsuccessful I would start charting my basal temperature.  Luckily I had a "by the book" 28 day cycle, so we were able to time everything perfectly and when I was two days late a test confirmed the greatest news ever.  I then read every book, which prepared me for every possible side effect.  I stocked up on ginger ale and crackers and waited for morning sickness, which never came.  Besides being tired and getting a horrific cold the 2nd month, everything was great.  There were bouts of heartburn, incessant kicking and horrific cankling it was noting like some of the stories I read.  Even as my due date came and went, my induction failed and we relented to a c-section, I felt blessed by my whole experience.  Even my recovery went well. Strangely, this worries me for the next time.  Like I'm tempting fate.

half day

Excited to take a half day today.  The hubs and I have been talking about it months and we're finally taking the day and going out to lunch to eat and have a few drinks by ourselves.  Enjoy a little couple time.  It's so easy to get caught up in our new role as parents and forget to give each other the time that we need.  I admit that sometimes it does make me feel guilty leaving Boy at day care and having fun without him.  He's so easy going that it's not a big deal going to restaurants with him, but we definitely do need more time alone.  We don't leave him with babysitters often because he is in daycare all week so I am hesitant to not spend all the available time we have together on the weekends.  Plus, he's hard work and we have few people I would be comfortable leaving him with.  My parents have watched him a handful of times and it's always nerve racking.  A few weeks ago day care was closed for a holiday that we didn't get and we worked it out that I would work a half day in the am and Hubs would do the afternoon.  My parents only needed to watch him for 2 hours in the middle.  A time period that she have been filled mostly by lunch and napping.  When I got home I found that he barely ate lunch and was awake.  They thought he looked too tired to eat so they stopped feeding him and tried to put him down for nap.  After rocking him for 20 minutes, he eventually did fall asleep but my father insisted on holding him instead of putting him in the crib so when my mom's cell phone rang he woke up and was wide awake because he probably couldn't what the hell was going on. It didn't help that the baby farted and my dad freaked out at the possibility of a diaper change.  It's always nice to come home to two adults standing over a hungry, overtired toddler trying to figure out if he pooped.  Sniff his butt, that's what I do.

Questions

Why does my 1 year old always smell like a foot?
Why does he insist on sticking his fist down his throat until he gags?
Why is he waking up at 5 am and turning on the light?
Why am I not independently wealthy?
Why wouldn't you flush a public toilet?
Why has my tolerance for ignorance and stupidity at an all time low?
Why are people so surprised by Lance Armstrong doping?  Are we that desperate to believe in something, anything?
I wonder if the house in East Atlantic Beach with all the clowns in the windows survived the hurricane.

Day-O

My day so far in a nut shell
Boy up at 5:30 AM, he's learned to turn his light on, so they're no getting him to settle back down on his own.  Despite previous promises not to, we brought him in the bed to play.  By play I mean kick and bite us while laughing.  Shockingly he did fall back asleep, 5 minutes before our alarm went off, so we stayed in bed a little longer enjoy the quiet "we" time.
Shower, dress, make lunch, daycare drop off, drive to work
It smells a a home perm in here today
The woman who sits in front of me has been youtubing old newscasts from the Sandy Hook School shooting at full volume all day.  Most of them are eyewitness testimonies. I kept trying to block it out because it's was such a horrible event, I didn't think any  one would want to relive it.
I finally tracked done a flu shot at lunch.  The woman in front of me at the CVS had a flattened dreadlock down her back that was bound with plastic zip ties.  I almost throw up in my mouth imagining what it smelled like.
I ate a delicious glazed donut!!!!!!

stink fingers

So, as it turns out I am completely useless in a crisis.  On the weekends we let Boy run around in a tshirt and diapers most days.  Fighting to get his pants on is sometimes not worth the fight and he seems to like being free.  So the hubs and I were sitting on the couch and the baby had been playing when he started walking towards us scratching his ass, hand in the diaper scratching his ass.  I blurt out loud, "I hope he didn't poop", and my great, wonderful, patient husband gets up to look only to find that yes, he has pooped and now it's all over his hand.  Panic sets in because Boy loves putting his hands in his mouth and now his fingers are covered in feces, but I couldn't help because I was too busy trying not to piss myself on the couch as I was doubled over laughing.  Tears streaming down my face, I was paralyzed with a fit of the giggles, while my poor husband tried to take control of the situation and prevent our child from getting e. coli.  Luckily I regained my composure and was able to render assistance, but I had bouts of the giggles for the rest of the night.

week in review

Highlights of the week:

Sunday- awesome farmer's market, mexican food.
Monday- lost a turd during a diaper change and almost threw up.
Tuesday-oven broke.
Wednesday- Boy learned a new bizarre noise to make while running around his room licking a nerf football.
Thursday- everyone slept late, extra cuddles with my one and only, made a youtube page
Friday-bought new fancy camera

I'd say it was pretty successful week, given that it was the first full week I've worked since before the holidays.

spur of the moment

I bought a DSLR camera today.  I have been thinking about upgraded my camera recently but didn't know much about them and was hesitant to buy something that expensive for myself.  I was lurking on a photography message board when another "amateur"  asked for opinion on what a good first time camera would be an everyone said the Nikon D1500.  I started looking at them but didn't want to take the plunge because of the price.  I kept looking at the message board when a discussion came up about refurbished cameras from adorama.com, a very well known store in Manhattan.  I took a look and found one for several hundred dollars less.  I usually do not like to make impulse purchases. I have a habit of waiting and over thinking, usually resulting in then not making any purchase at all, but this time I decided to take the plunge.  I was a little afraid that the camera would go and I would miss out.  I do feel a tinge of buyers remorse and a little self indulgent but I think I'm really going to get a lot of use out of it.  We have had professionally photos taken of the baby twice (newborn and 1st bday) and the pictures are always amazing.  I am friends with the photog on facebook and recently read a status where she talks about her house flooding and how she made sure she had all her photos of her children.  She frequently posts the greatest shots of them, candid shots of them eating their breakfast or a goofy grin, and I've always been a little jealous that I can't take pictures like that with my little digital camera.  Reading it was just the push I needed to make the leap.  Now that's just hope my broken oven doesn't break the bank.