Awe Shucks

3 months old

Baby rewarded us on his 3 month birthday by sleeping from 8pm to 4 am, officially sleeping through the night, then 4 to 7:30. Now I am not so foolish as to think this is the way it is going to be. But, it was really nice. He also grabbed out and touched an object for the first time on Thursday. And then on Saturday I got my first honest to god, unmistakable laugh. I was kissing his little cheesy neck and all of a sudden there were peals of laughter. I almost cried, it is easily the sweetest sound I have ever heard.

Jon and I celebrated our reunion this weekend with some major consuming. We packed up and headed to the Ferry Building, which is the expensive more yuppified version of my beloved Chelsea Market. At Hog Island, I consumed $12 worth of oysters in 1 minute. Then I topped off the oysters with a $12 bowl of clam chowder. You better believe it was super delicious.
They have this really great olive oil place there. If you bring in your old bottle they give you a $2 discount. On the way out of the oyster place, jon drops the bottle and it shatters. Now I had held onto this bottle for weeks. It wasn't about the $2 it was the principle of saving this bottle and then taking it all around to get it refilled. Fortunately jon knows me, and sensing my dismay, said "I'll see what I can do." Sure enough he charmed those women right out of their 2 dollar discount. I was so proud that I got the "expensive" olive oil. "Reasonable attractive man with an unreasonable adorable baby - They didn't stand a chance" no they didn't my love.

Then I dropped $25 on app. 1 lb of cheese at Cowgirl Creamery. They have this Mt Tam triple creme cheese that is literally out of this world. It has this super-soft, fuzzy out layer / encasement, so we renamed it "pet cheese." Pet cheese is so delicious, think of the creamiest most butteriest Brie you ever had. This is way better.

Somehow I was surprised when I came home and checked the balance in our checking account was $87.00.

yeah I am tacky and I like to talk about money, big woop.

Just to note

On feb 22, 2005 was my LMP.
One year w/o a. flo.

Additional Misadventures

So yesterday I locked myself out. It was late afternoon and I had baby AND dog. I grabbed the wrong set of keys, the ones with the front gate and the fire escape keys. Don't even ask me why such a set exists. I called my friend who had the extra set of keys but she wasn't home. The extra extra set of keys I had gotten back from my other friend so my parents would have a set. And I lost that set sometime while they were here.
So I called my building manager, and she came like 20 minutes later. Erstwhile, I had the fire escape keys, so I checked all my neighbors that I share that escape with to see if I could get in, of course no one was home. What an asshole.
I am so pleased that my parents had allowed me to bank so sleep so I was feeling pretty ok and was very calm and didn't cry or lose my shit.

Today we had our first bus ride on the #71, we went to the Farmer's Market at the Civic Center. The baby was looking all around. He didn't even know there were that many people in the world let alone all the crazies he saw on the bus today. We got honey, pistachioes, and tamales.

I would like to give props to Bravado. I had ordered a bra there at the end of Dec, it took weeks to get to me and you know they received a snide email. As a reply, they sent me a complimentary $35 bra. Who doesn't love free stuff especially when it is something you could really use and then it is for free. So if you are in need of a great nursing bra, I can whole heartedly recommend them! I got the fancy leopard print bra which simply mesmerizes the baby when I go to whip my tit out...

Proud Poppa

Poppa G and baby E.

Home Alone

SO my parents left this morning. Baby and I proceeded to take a 2 hour nap. Something as yet unheard of for the little lad. Perhaps it was my persuasiveness with what I call the snooze button. You may know it as a pacifier. I jam that little puppy back in his mouth hole and I have anywhere from 3 minutes to 15 minutes more of napping.
I booked my tickets back to MA as well. We are going to be there for 10 days or so. So I will see my parents, or more importantly they will see the baby in about a month. They were all over that kid. My mom was giving him like 2 baths a day which is considerably more than the bath every week I was giving him weather he needed it or not.
The picture is from Ft. Funston. Could they be more happy?

We went to Muir Woods yesterday which is this stunning national park with redwoods, sequoias, and various levels of hiking. It was pretty cool. Then I wanted to go to Best Buy to try to buy a video camera. It proved itself to be too difficult and I left empty handed. But my father was wearing the baby (too cute for words) He sheepishly comes up to me and says there was not three blasts from baby but four. We know what that means. Luckily in the Best Buy parking lot there is a Babys R Us, I knew they would have nice changing facilities. What I was not prepared for was when I pulled the baby out the Bjorn, the literal shit parade I was witness too. It was ALL over the bjorn, all over his pants, I had to strip him naked in the changing room, and use about 1 million wipes, since he has shit up his back. Then we had to buy new pants at the store because all I had with me was a onsie. I mean I can't believe my baby does an inordinate amount of shit. How do other mothers contain it in the disposable diapers? Maybe I am using too small a size. Or are the ruffles of the diapers supposed to be inside or outside. Am I simply retarded? Every time babE poops in the 'sposies, It is an unbelievable mess. Any assvise is greatly appreciated.
I rarely have the poop storm with my cloth diapers. Can I say again how much I love them! At first I was doing it because we have a diaper service and I like the idea of not having the babE incased in plastic. Now I am a believer that they are simply better at holding poop and peep.
Holy shit I can't believe all of my posts of late have been about my son's BM's. This is just how it happens I guess...

Ect...

So my parents, they have absconded with the baby. They took milk and off they went.
I slept until 10:30!!!
That was after, at 7am this morning, the baby pissed directly into his toy bucket. Pretty good aim!
I am listening to Tim Gunn's (PR) podcast as I write. Do you know about podcasts? They are so cool.
My parents leave tomorrow, I am scared. It is really only 2 days until jon returns. I miss him so much. I spoke to him yesterday from Ft. Funston (see flickr photos) and he was about to bawl. Poor emotional daddy, it is going to be shocking to him when he sees how big he is. I feel his extra weight in my lower back every time I pick him up. My back is shot BTW. Some weird guy thought he was 7 months old. I mean he is good sized but for christ's sake, he is not that big!
ok I am going to get my nails did!

the 'rents

SO my moms and pops are here. They are so adorable with the baby. Making general fools of themselves just to get a glimpse of that gummy smile. I mean it is worth anything to see him laugh so I can't blame them.
But my mom is the cutest. She is terrified of all the crazy people in SF. SO that means that she is constantly freaking out and thinks everyone so trying to steal the baby. My dad is the opposite, he has been running all over the place, literally. He thinks nothing of running 8 or 9 miles in the morning and then still has endless energy to tour the city.
Unfortunately the weather has been unseasonably cold and crappy here. And it is actually warmer in MA! So that sort of blows.
It is still so nice to have them here and making a lot of the baby and I haven't had to change every diaper and my dad is actually giving him a bottle right now...
So that is kind of the boring update. I am trying to convince them to move out here. My mom is caving but my dad is unwilling to leave MA now.
It is so nice to have someone else to talk about the baby with and talk about how cute he is and conjecturing (?) about his future.
Unfortunately having them here and trying to have conversations about anything is really highlighting how unbelievably stupid I have become. I can't remember words, nothing stays in my head for longer than 3 minutes. I fear the lameness of my blog from my dumb mommy brain. It is really like being stoned 24/7. Just dumb and absentminded and fucking TIRED.

It begins

So Jon just left. I think the hardest days are the first one and the last one. But my parents arrive tomorrow night sometime. I have a playdate tomorrow with my old pre-natal yoga teacher and Mia. There is this mommy's group that meets at a local coffee shop at 1pm that I may check out.
Also PR is on tonight if I can stay awake for it.
Our V-day was kind of bittersweet. I think the trip was just looming over us as we ate our sushi. So that means a lot of tense, forced, conversation. I think we both just sort of shut down as to make the departure less painful.
When jon was saying "Bye Little, I love you" I thought I was going to lose it.

Shit Storm

Yesterday was the best day of the year so far hands down.
It was HOT, like 75, which is scorchin' for SF. So Mia and I took the babies and off we went to the beach. It was absolutely lovely. The ocean was too beautiful for words the sun was shining. LOVELY, then we went to Trader Hoes and did some grocery shopping. This amounted to a pretty long day for le bebe, in the hot sun (yes he was well covered what kind of mother do you think I am?)
By the time we got home, He was in full shit rage mode. All red and stiff and MAD as HELL. So I stripped him down to a diaper and he was still uncomfortable, so I stripped him down all the way, and I took my pants off too so they wouldn't make him hot. I sat in the semi-lotus position and tried to nurse him down. Apparently I relaxed him too much because the next thing I know there is a warmth spreading in my crotchal region. I lift the baby to see he has shat into MY underpants. My pubic hair was drenched in shit, the rug, my leg everything. I threw my undies away (I hated them anyway) and tried to get the shit out of my pubs before it seeped into my vagina!

Today, we are having our little sponge bath and I get him all clean. He pees all over his chest (the pee-pee tee-pee's are never there when you need them.) No biggie. I clean him up. Then he starts to shart a little. SO I soak it up with a wipe, no biggie. The shart becomes a real shit and the next thing I know there is a golden arch of shit flying through the air with an alarming velocity. I kid you not when I say it hit his diaper pail 3 feet away. It now makes more sense to me when I am holding him and I feel the shit let loose in his diaper and it feel like it was rocket launched from his bowels.

All I have to say is that I am lucky breastfed baby shit is not really that bad to clean up cause it was everywhere. He shat into the wipes dispenser, the top two wipes were all shitty!

So much for Elimination Communication...

holy cannoli

Baby slept from 11pm to 6:30am.
Now jon and I will spend the rest of our lives trying to replicate the exact scenario that lead to those hours of sleep.
I still woke up at 3:45 to check his breathing.

Dabnabit

I should just change the name of this blog to "...and then the baby woke up."

I have like 4 posts that began and then were abruptly cut off due to wails and screams that send me running.

Last week jon popped on me that he was to be gone for the majority of March. TO Europe for two weeks. He comes back for 5 days and then he is off to Asia for a week. And Yes this is on top of the trip he is leaving for next week.

I knew this would happen. He has to travel a lot for his job, nothing new. I just find myself really punishing him.

He was in L.A. last week for 2 days. When he came home I was so miserable. He saw Paris Hilton and I was just so resentful. Not so much of seeing Paris Hilton, I mean she is a skank. But the fact that he can just leave and be gone - He can enjoy hours and hours of interrupted sleep, being able to do whatever he wants whenever he wants. Will I ever be able to do that? I don't think so, not for a VERY long time. I don't know. It would break my heart to leave the baby for any period of time. I feel like I miss him when I go to sleep.

But poor Jon, I become such a martyr. I am bitter and jealous and resentful.

I asked jon to change the baby's diaper on Saturday morning and he wouldn't get out of bed. I LOST MY SHIT. This was his first morning back after returning from L.A. I was hysterical because he wouldn't get up and change the diaper. It wasn't about the diaper, it was about the fact that I can't shower when I want or take a shit in peace. And he couldn't get out of bed to help me?
God that must sound stupid and pathetic. Something so small can really send you over the edge. Jon was so surprised when he saw me sobbing. "I figured you were right there, you could change the diaper" I told him he was an ass and had no empathy. Honestly I said horrible things to the best man on the planet, who I am so lucky to have.

ugh.

It has been determined that my MIL is going to come and stay with me for a while in March and I think I may end up going home to MA for a while at the end of March.

...and then the baby cried, which is just as well since this was about to become a real pity party of one.