Monday, June 29, 2009

at 6 weeks, 2 days.....

BabyJaguar is 13 pounds, 2 ounces and has grown to 24 1/4 inches. He is now in the 97th percentile for height and weight! I can't believe how big he is...and neither can most people we run into in public. Nobody believes me when I tell them how old he is.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

My son, my superhero

So BabyJaguar has some super powers. Three to be exact.

1) Thermal sensors....he can sense when there is hot food within 30 feet that his mother intends to eat (preferably while it is still hot) at which point he will cry and demand to be fed.

2) Horizontal sensors...he can sense when his mother has transitioned from upright to horizontal and will then immediately begin to cry.

3) Super poop shooting skills... he has the ability to cover everything in the immediate vicinity in poop while avoiding soiling his own clothes. More on that later. It is so impressive it warrants its own post.

Monday, June 22, 2009

There are Wheaties in my breast milk

At only 5 weeks 2 days old, my husky little BabyJaguar weighed in at 12 pounds 10 ounces! He is growing so fast.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

An extraordinary gift

On BabyJaguar's 5 week birthday, he and I were up at dawn. First light had just hit the bedroom and I was holding him and making conversation. Then he looked me right in the eye and smiled. It was his first real smile that was actually in response to something, not just the random ones he throws around that could be from gas.

And I smiled, laughed and cried all at once. Happy 5 week birthday, BabyJaguar. Mommy liked her gift.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

A whole month?!?!

How the heck did a month go by? Please time, slow down. This is all going by too fast. I want the minutes to drift slowly by so I can cherish each one.

Monday, June 15, 2009


I missed the breastfeeding support group meeting today.

Why? Because I was sitting on my couch breastfeeding. LOL

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Home stretch

I'm 80% of the way done my Masters. Two classes to go. Last day is July 31...sooooooooooo much to do between then and now and sooooooooooooooooooooo little motivation to do any of it. I just want to sit and stare at Baby Jaguar instead. Or sleep. Stare or sleep.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Joys of motherhood....or not

Thus far there have been so many joys of motherhood that I can't even begin to describe....this is not one of them. This is one of those stories that is just so ridiculous that it crosses over to being pretty darn funny.

Yesterday was hot but I had forgotten to turn the air on and then decided I would wait until the evening to put it on. Ben woke up from his nap seeming a bit warm so I decided to change him into just a onesie.

Change diaper. Change his outfit. Start nursing.

Ben starts pooping. Okay, that's normal. But then he's not stopping. Still pooping. Still pooping. Still pooping.

And my lap is wet. Okay, stop nursing (the boy is now not happy), take off my pants, take him to changing table, strip him down, clean up the outrageous amount of poo, lean over to throw out diaper.

It's raining on my arm. No, that would be pee. In the crazy poo clean up, I forgot to cover Ben up so now he's peeing in a big arc right out of the Pack-n-play.

Okey-dokey. Start cleaning up the pee, go to pick up Ben and the pee has puddled underneath him and he is soaked from his feet all the way up to his neck. Let's just take a bath. Pantless mommy bathes the boy, finally gets new diaper on him and gets another onesie. Back downstairs and finally get back to the nursing.

My husband comes home from work, questions my pantlessness and then tells me that his friend who is also our life insurance agent will be over in about twenty minutes because we have to sign some forms. I finish up nursing in fifteen and get pants on just before agent friend arrives.

I like agent friend. He's a good guy. We all chat for a bit. Then Ben starts going bonkers rooting on my cheek and neck. Did I mention how much breastfeeding went on that day? A lot. Ben ate 16 times that day and gave me only ten to thirty minutes breaks in between. It was some kind of freak hunger day...maybe a growth spurt? So I throw on my nursing cover to start feeding him again and go to unbutton my henley style shirt.

Only it's already unbuttoned.

To below my breasts.

And has been the whole time I've been sitting here chatting with agent friend.

Good times.

Hey, at least I remembered pants.