Haircut!

At 10 (almost 11) weeks, Elijah had his first hair cut. It was getting in his face and looking pretty shaggy so Mom and Dad took the clippers to it. A little bit more came off than we intended but it does make his head look less lopsided and is helping with his cradle cap (which was hard to get to with all that hair). And it will grow back, right? I was a little nervous because you see kids who don't have any hair until they are like 2 years old. However, Micah has reassured me that since his hair has grown so much in 11 weeks, it's probably not going to suddenly stop growing now.

P.S. - In the "before" picture, his shirt does say "mmm...boobies" courtesy of one of Micah's coworkers.

Elijah has been changing so much the last couple weeks. He has become quite the talker and especially likes it when both Mommy and Daddy are talking and tries to join in the conversation. He did a real laugh yesterday when Dad was making funny faces. He is also very fascinated by his hands and is getting them in his mouth more often than not. The other day he noticed his feet but hasn't gotten those close his mouth yet. He is sleeping 6-8 hours a night, which makes us extremely happy.

P.S. - We want to send a shout out to our new friend Elias who was born on Thursday!

Happy Days

Yesterday, Micah was post call and not very tired so we had a nice afternoon, just the three of us. We strapped Elijah in the Baby Bjorn and took the Trolley to Seaport Village. We spent the afternoon walking around the little shops and stopping in the little restaurants for drinks and snacks. It was fun, despite the "code yellow" when Elijah's diaper filled up and he soaked Micah's shirt. Good thing we brought an extra shirt for Dad! Here is Elijah Roo with Dad.

The video below is Elijah being super smiley after dinner.

Poop Hammock

My friend, Jen, told me that this would happen and I sort of believed her, but thought, it can't be that bad. But it is. I could write a blog post every week about poo. I mostly restrain myself but this one had to be shared. Micah says I should get used to poo because we have a boy and he will forever think poo is funny (as evidenced by Micah himself). And if you can't laugh about it, you will cry and I just don't have that much energy.

Here's the story:
A couple days ago I went to the grocery store. I have been trying to get the hang of going to the grocery store with just me and Elijah but it can be challenging. We've decided that wearing the baby on these excersions is much easier because the carseat takes up most of the cart, leaving little room for groceries. So I carry him in my sling atthe grocery store. You can probably see where this is heading. I knew he hadn't pooped yet that day or the day before so he was due for a blow out. However, I thought, it will take less than an hour at the grocery store, what could happen? Low and behold, not 15 minutes into our shopping trip did I hearing a massive fart and looked down to discover that the diaper had leaked poo into my sling and I now had a baby and some nasty green poo strapped to the front of my body. I thought, "I could go change his diaper and clothes, but I would still have to put him back in the poopy sling when I'm done to finish shopping." So I run through the store, trying to finish up my shopping before he realizes he is a mess and starts crying. Luckily, I make it through with no crying (I think he fell asleep, that was clearly an exhausting effort). I felt a little embarrassed when the person in front of me at the check out wanted to peek into the sling to see my baby. They got a little more than they bargined for because it is not a pleasant smell either.

Then I had to change his diaper and clothes in the backseat of the car during which the poo got everywhere. I mostly kept it off the seats with the changing pad but I'm pretty sure I used a whole packet of wipes to clean it up. With Elijah's dislike for diaper changes, he was screaming bloody murder the whole time, which made the process even more enjoyable. And there was this guy who was just standing there kind of behind me and I could not for the life of me figure out why. I got kind of nervous that maybe he was going to rob me or steal my baby. Then I felt like a Class A paranoid moron when I realized that he was parked next to me and he was waiting for me to close my door so he could get by and get in his car. Sheesh! He was very nice about it when I apologized for holding him up.

Like I said, I'm trying to keep the poop stories to a minimum, but that one I just had to share.

2 Months

Yesterday, Elijah had his 2 month check up.

Stats:

Weight - 10lbs 8oz - 25th percentile
Height - 24 inches - 75th percentile

So he is tall and skinny (I could have told you that). He must have gotten that from his dad, because the tall gene obviously doesn't run in my family;)

Below find the documentary "Man vs. Himself" - in which the man tries to shove his entire fist in his mouth. We might be the only ones who think this is funny.

Victory!

Finally captured on film!

Motherhood is beautiful?

CAUTION: read at your own risk, it may contain TMI (you'll know after the first sentence)

Since giving birth, I have one boob that is significantly larger than the other. I know this is partially my own doing because I am only nursing from one breast. One breast? Yeah, basically, for certain anatomical reasons, my son was having a hard time "latching on" to my right breast and therefore was sucking less and therefore I was producing less milk on that side. This caused me to have to nurse on that side, then the other side, then he got a bottle and then I pumped both sides. Once my husband went back to work and I didn't have help with the feeds (he would feed the baby the bottle after I nursed), I got too exhausted and I didn't feel like baby was getting much out of it ,except frustration. I thought, "why am I trying so hard to make him nurse on that side, what is the point?" So the boob shrunk and in times when the other boob is full, there is a very definate difference in size.

This situation is accented if I am wearing a shirt that is not a maternity shirt because it is nice and snug around my chest region. Yeah, I am still wearing maternity clothes for the most part because, although I only have 7 pounds left to lose to get to my pre-pregnancy weight, it is all centered in my stomach and hip area which makes me unable to pull regular pants up and my shirts too short and expose my maternity pants. And so I'm here, trying to decide if my body is going to change back enough for me to ever fit in these clothes again or if I should just give them all to Goodwill and go get some new clothes in bigger sizes. But then I have to buy bigger sizes...scary.

Of course, the adorable little bugger is all worth it as you can see from his pictures (he is cuter in person than in his pictures). But if anyone had any illusions that motherhood was beautiful...

6 weeks plus

I had intentions of writing each week to give updates but I'm already sorely overdue for this, so I'm doing the 6 week update today. Elijah is getting bigger every day. He is starting to be too big for some of his newborn onesies! We tried some with long pant legs last week and he must have very long legs because the crotch was down at his knees. He has been making more baby noises the past week or so and likes the tummy time. He is also smiling but alas I have not been able to capture it on camera. The flash is just not quick enough. I will post a picture when I finally capture it.

I know everyone likes some good poop stories... so Elijah has decided to only poop once a day and sometimes once every other day. So when he goes, it is copious. We went to pick up Micah from dropping his car off to get fixed and then we went to lunch. He was getting a little fussy and when I went to get him out of the carseat, his diaper had exploded and there was poo leaking from the front of his onesie. So I go to the bathroom to change him and there is, of course, no changing table and I have to put him on the floor (don't worry I had a pad to put him down on). I should have just rinsed him off in the sink! So note to new moms, always bring extra clothes. Luckily I had one in the diaper bag or he would have smelled quite ripe during lunch...mmm appetizing.