EJ's Mom's Journal

weaned, walking
oh boy. I haven't posted in ages. And he grows so fast, I can't keep up.

He has weaned off of breastfeeding. It was uneventful, thankfully. He simply started to lose interest, and we cut it down to the early mornings only. He would nurse for less and less time. At the end it was only a couple minutes. Then I decided to stop offering it (The Boob), and see if he searched on his own or became frantic/grumpy. Nope. Happy as a clam to just hang out with us in the bed for a few minutes and then get up for the day. He loves baby cereal, so that helped. It was, let's see, the week before last wednesday, I believe, so that makes it about May 2, 2007, for the record. I may be off by as much as a week, but I think I've got it to the day. That's about 13 months and a week. Not bad.

I don't miss it. I thought I would. I enjoyed breastfeeding very, very much. I guess we were both ready. And to celebrate, I had a mini glass of wine at dinner with the Erkkilas that very first night (or the second night, we can't remember). My first in over two years. What a square I am. But my body is mine again! Mine! Mwah-ha-ha-ha! Now I can have wine and soft/smelly cheeses, and artificial sweeteners... wait. I don't have any of those usually anyway. Oh well. PAR-TAY!

I haven't felt any side effects, like engorgement, pain, or leaking, whatever. I didn't know what to expect because I've stopped reading the "What to Expect" book. hehe. I think they've shrunk but I can't be sure. I just feel like I have for the last few months, since he started nursing less and less. Back to normal. *sigh of relief*

He is walking like a champ. He can go from the corner of one room through it, over the threshold and through the second room now, with a wobbly gait but no falls. Woo-Hoo!

Well, I have to go shower so we can go see a juggling act at the lilac festival (by Scott's former juggling teacher and his son). Jeff and Wes Pedin, go see it!

cuts, head, stairs, sleep
EJ's doing just fine,his cuts were pretty much healed by the next day. He's back to normal. But he keeps bumping his head on things, the poor dear. In a two-day span he must've tumbled onto his noggen like 5 times. Jeepers, dude. He's gonna have a milkshake up there if he keeps it up.

He climbed *down* the entire full flight of stairs completely unassisted! I was below him, staying well enough out of range that he wouldn't do what he normally does and fling himself bodily into the air for me to catch. So he kept turning around to see if I was close enough, and, seeing that I was still too far away, smiled and backed down another step. repeat. Awesome.

He's only nursing in the early morning when he first wakes up, at 6 like clockwork. And only for about fifteen minutes, give or take. I'm glad that soon I'll be free to put whatever poisons I want to in my body without consequence to him, but I'm going to miss nursing a lot. It's very gratifying in so many ways. ("poisons" = 2 glasses of wine/year and Dayquil).

He's falling asleep so dang well. We do the routine, and lay him down, and he either talks a little, throws Megatron and Okei out of the crib, or without a sound, falls asleep for the whole night! Woo-hoo! Light at the end of the tunnel? You have arrived. Sweet Mercy it is a GOOD thing.

carseat, cut
okay, I haven't posted in forever, and I especially have to post about his first birthday. But I have to go clean and then sleep, so I just wanna say that we installed his carseat forward-facing tonight, and I am SO excited for him to try it out. What a big guy! Now he gets to see what normal people see in the car, all the scenery going the correct direction, the actual backs of our heads, not through two mirrors. I'm giddy!

Things are going great. Couple of bumps in the road, but that's to be expected. I'm lovin' this stay-at-home-mom thing more and more. I do get bored, and that's why EJ cut his hand today while I was "watching him" (watching Disney movie while sitting near him while he played with stuff, among which was apparently a freaking razor. wtf.) but he's fine, a bit manic because he keeps trying to use his hand and it hurts when he pushes on the cuts. They're not deep though and have closed up already, so I'm optimistic that he'll be healed up in a couple days. Two quadrants of me are fighting over whether to feel like a horrible mother, or nonchalant that these things happen and to be more mindful and attentive. I think it's a stalemate so far. Oh well, he's sleeping like, yeah, a baby right now. And so should I be.

Off to do dishes/garbage/recycling and BED!

Current Mood: giddy

sickies
I got sick on Tuesday, and steadily got worse all week, until finally, by the weekend, EJ was sick too. That's it! He's officially had his first cold! He made it 11 months germ-free, but now he's part of the club. He started feeling crummy, crying with no provocation, coughing, and developed a fever. But it mostly cleared up the next day. Then last night he wakes up with this cough. It's a grown-up cough like the one I'm still nursing. (Oh dear). Well, it's probably just the cold getting one last laugh, but I'm waiting for a call back from the pediatrician.

He's mournfully talking to himself in the crib right now. It's naptime but he doesn't feel so good, so I can't blame him for being unable to relax and drift off. I'll give it a little while more and then go in and cuddle to sleep instead. Question is, how long to wait? I want to go now. Sigh.

Hello nurse! I think he's done it! Asleep, the poor dear, and it only took ten minutes. Good on ya, son.

Get rest and feel better.

sleep, food, standing, food again
We've started putting EJ down to sleep at naptime each day. Now instead of hoping that he'll fall asleep if he's tired (which he doesn't), he now has a regular naptime, at around 11:30am. We make sure he's fed and dry, read him a book and lay him down. The first day he cried for an hour and a half, the second, 10 minutes, the third, 3 three minutes. Today unfortunately, the fourth day, he cried for 30 minutes. Just now drifted off actually. So I'd say it's going very very well. I feel really good that he's getting into more of a routine. It's reassuring, I'm sure for him, but also, surprisingly, for me. It makes me feel more secure that he's getting what he needs, in the way of rest, food, and his own feelings of security.

He's starting to eat what we eat now. He's had a bites of pop tarts, spaghetti and meatballs, sloppy joes, cookies, fish, mashed potatoes and broccoli. He mostly squishes it in his hands and pushes it off the tray of his high chair, either carefully placing it in his seat off to the side, or hurling it to the floor. I'm excited that he gets to try so many new things, and he's eating real food just like a real person, instead of little baby robot food, all the same consistency, all tasting like citric acid or cardboard. I can't wait til we can give up the baby food jars entirely and he'll just eat meals with us. That's funny because I was so terribly excited about those cute little baby food jars. I'm sick to Babylon and beyond of washing them all.

He's getting stronger on his feet, now not so much swaying and toppling as there is standing unsupported and compensating for gravity. Soon he'll be off like a shot, running through the house, and it won't be good enough anymore to assume we can reach the top of the stairs before he can, but we'll have to finally buy some safety gates.

He's still nursing, but less and less. Maybe three times a day now, first thing in the morning, around lunchtime, and sometime in the evening. I think the lunchtime session is phasing out. I'm excited to once again own my own body entirely after a year and a half of loaning it out. But I will miss nursing. I feel so close to him, it's so intimate. And the bond that it fosters will have to adapt in some other way. This past year has been the best of my life.

Current Mood: moody

sleeping, mobility, cookies, sleeping again

Okay, so update.... hmm... I don't think there's too much going on... but he's starting to reliably reproduce sounds when prompted. He can say "da", "ma", "sssssss", "ooo", "kiti"(sort-of), and he can blow. So he's ready for those birthday candles!

He stood up unsupported for about 7 seconds two days ago. Very straight and tall, then wobble and fall. That totally rhymed. He's cruising along the furniture at warp speeds. He doesn't crawl so much anymore so much as teleport. I turn to do something real quick, maybe 3 seconds, and turn back and...... he's gone! Around the corner, at the top of the stairs, in the garbage can. If it's even remotely dangerous, he's just waiting for me to glance away so he can go for it.

He had a cookie today, orange marmalade drop cookies that I made for Scott's game tonight. They are tuh-hasty! if I do say so myself. Thank you, Joy of Baking. He's also had a piece of cheddar cheese, which he repeatedly ejected from mouth with much face-scrunching. He did, however, enjoy cottage cheese. Yummy yummy, love the stuff. He takes after me, 'cuz his dad thinks it's puke-alicious.

I just realized I don't think I ever updated on the sleep training. He is doing great! We start his bath around 8:15 give or take, read him a book each while he squirms all over us on the bed, and hold hom for a minute while his eyes adjust to the light being turned off, saying "time for bed, we love you, sleep tight", that sort of stuff. Then lay him down in the crib, one more "we love you" as we leave and close the door..... and he's asleep. Or near enough. It usually takes him about 1 minute to coo a little and drop off. Sometimes 5. ooo! We are so proud and happy and relieved and well-rested, or less sleep-deprived anyway. What a relief after the first few days (both times we tried it) of helpless screaming and crying. Naptimes are still breastfeeding-induced, but it hasn't caused any problems with the bedtime routine yet, so we're not too worried about it.

I was sick last week, a crappy head-cold, but neither Scott nor EJ caught it, so dodged a bullet there. We weren't even being careful. Lots of licking and kisses, as usual. Cool.

I can't think of anything else, so I'm gonna go knit while he's napping. Peas and love.

Current Mood: relaxed
Current Music: Tom Petty on Scott's work machine: Echo

sleep training
Last night we skipped the cry-session initially. He'd fallen asleep nursing again and we tried to wake him up. We talked to him , sang, danced, poked, jiggled, rolled, even turned on the bathwater (a source of sheer delight) but he was o u t - c o l d. So we gave up, deciding it would just be mean to make him cry to wake up and then ditch him to fall back asleep alone. That ain't right. So he slept for a couple hours I guess, it's fuzzy because we'd gone to bed too. I know he woke up at some point (1-ish?) and cried a couple minutes and slept a few more, for around and hour maybe 90 mins. Then stayed asleep until 8 this morning.

Tonight he also fell asleep nursing. But I wasn't having it two nights in a row. So we were a bit more insistent that he wake up, and he did, all rosy-cheeked and blank-eyed. He had a nice bath which he enjoyed, although he was very subdued and yawn-ey. And we all 3 sat down on the bed for a couple books, a quick snuggle with the lights out, a bunch of "I love you"'s and left him to his crib. He didn't cry or seem perturbed until we'd been out of the room for a minute or so, and then he took up the expected cry. It lasted 6 minutes.

That's it.

He was done after 6 minutes of complaint. He didn't fall right asleep, he mumbled and groaned a little, sucked on a toy, and drifted off. Wow.

Tomorrow (or later tonight) may be back to two hours of screaming, but it may not. More likely not. Seems he's stubborn but quick to get the point. What a relief it is to at least have this sign of progress, and even more when we've been in clear sailing for a few weeks. A full night's sleep every night for all of us? Bwah???

Current Mood: cautiously ecstatic
Current Music: hum of computers

sleep training, cruising, food
We have a very stubborn boy. That should make his adolescence interesting. It one and a half hours last night until he fell asleep on his own, as Scott's journal attests, and one hour fifty-one minutes today for a morning nap. Just a solid two hours of gut-wrenching screaming while standing in the corner of his crib, chewing on the railing. We both hope he isn't ingesting any of the material he's scraping off the wood with his shiny new teeth.

Hopefully the times will *decrease* during the week and not continue this trend, if you can call it that. We're determined to see it through a whole week if that's what it takes. The pediatrician said the longest he's heard it taking was 8 days, and two hours for a session. Well, we're at the two hour mark already, fingers crossed that we won't wrestle with the other record. Although despite our expectations, we both got better sleep last night than we have in months, because after the 1 1/2 hours of screaming were over, he slept soundly for 7 hours. I think we got about 6. That's more hours of sleep in a row than Scott has gotten since EJ's teeth came in I think. Woo hoo!

In other news, he's cruising along the furniture like a pro! He'll be walking within a couple months. That's so hard to imagine. Every day he looks more and more like a little boy, as Scott frequently remarks, and less like a chubby (big) baby.

He hasn't figured out solid food yet, like fruit and veggies diced up. He loves Puffs, and crackers, ice cubes. But diced fruit and veg are so strange that he just vomits as the pieces go down his throat. Well, practice, practice, practice. He's still slowly weaning off of breastfeeding we think. S l o w l y. Could be it'll take another two months or more, could be he's not weaning, only cutting down. We can't tell.

He had his first Christmas, more on that later. But it was great. He got loot, we got loot, it was fun to rip open the wrapping paper, mostly for mom and dad, and we even got the classic bow-on-head photo of baby. Should be able to post photos on the gallery2 soon if we replace our external hard drive this week. We'll see. Otherwise I'll email a few pics to people.

In short: Christmas = good, screaming = bad, and candy = good. Well that last is true, even if it isn't relevant. Peas.

Current Mood: blah
Current Music: snowy sound of baby monitor, lack of screaming

crawling, teeth, standing, waving, bathtime
He is a mobile machine. Suck on this, smash that, bite everything in sight. If there is something unsafe in the room, no matter how small, far, or well-hidden, he will find it. Almost instantly. It's like radar. If it's dangerous, it's way more interesting than all the lame stuff we're trying to shove in his face. Psh. Whatever Mom and Dad, I'm off to the fireplace to pull the cover off, and then the VCR to shove my hand all the way in the tape slot and open and close and open and close and open and close the door to it. Yay!

His four teeth on top are getting really big. Did I mention those? I forget. So he's got the two on bottom, and now all four front top teeth are sprouting, and fast. They're actually almost teeth now, instead of buds. And they hurt. Now he can grab the spoon when we're feeding him and hold it and yank it, with his big-boy-teeth. It's annoying. For all of us.

He's standing up for longer now. He pretty much always wants to be standing if he's not on the move. No walking yet, or even much cruising along furniture, a bit though.

He's started waving to people and himself in the mirror. He holds his arm straight out, and opens and closes his hand rhythmically. It's AWESOME.

He loves the bath. LOVES it. We walk him into the bathroom when it's time and say "Do you wanna take a BATH? It's BATHTIME!" And he starts kicking his legs and squeaking and smiling all big. He's so excited and even more so when the water turns on. Oh boy, is that fun. He likes to chew on all the toys and drink the bathwater from the rinsing cup, and suck the soap out of the washcloth, and stand up and fling himself over the edge of the tub headfirst. Needless to say, we discourage some of these activities. He loves splashing with arms and legs, and when mommy or daddy splashes with their footsies in the tub too. This is what life is all about, this is happiness. Now I know.

Current Mood: sooooooooooo tired

sleep, standing more, cute
He's in there crying now, trying to calm himself to sleep. He's doing better, about fifteen minutes the last two times. C'mon buddy, you can do it.

He pulled himself up to standing twice while I was watching in his Totblock today. That didn't take him long to master. Way to go kiddo!

He's fond of this angry growl kind of thing when he's really peeved. He just wants us to know he means it. It's so cute. I know it's not supposed to be cute, but it's a little cute baby being angry and fierce. How cute is that?

cute cute cute

it's lost all meaning now.

He feels really skinny now when I pick hom up. He must be thinning out from his uber-chubbiness. Love those cheeks though, they're still nice and juicy.

He just fell asleep. About ten minutes I'd say. Nice job Ethan.

crying, sleeping, standing up
So last night was one of the worst for me, because I'd decided to let EJ cry it out until he fell asleep, without picking him up at all. I usually crack and go pick him up before he's able to calm down, and no wonder, it took about 45 minutes of solid screaming. Right as we decide to finally go in and comfort him - that very second - EJ falls asleep. And sleeps for, I dunno, around five hours I think, then up for a feeding and back to sleep for three more, and right now he's at the tail end of a (so-far) two hour nap.

That's the first time he's cried for that long without being held at all, and successfully fell asleep. Go EJ! And go us! for holding out. Although we were *that* close to wasting it all by going in to get him at the last second. He woke up cheerful and snuggly too. :) I needed that, 'cuz boy did I feel like a bad parent last night.

Also, while he was in the midst of his howling, he managed to pull himself up to standing in the crib ALL BY HIMSELF! Yay! Way to go buddy! But I couldn't congratulate the little guy at the time, so I just helped him down with a pat and a coo, and outta the room.

Hopefully we won't have to do that too many more times before he gets the hang of it. Poor Scott is on his own again tonight while I'm at chorus. Good luck honey.

big baby update
Well, I don't post very often. I don't think that's going to change, so I'll just accept it and update what little bits I can when I get to it, instead of putting it off and putting it off because I feel like I should hav this big catch-up post about all I've missed. Blargh. I'll just keep it simple and incomplete. That works.

Okay, so, he's seven months old now. And around 24 pounds, I haven't weighed him lately. He's got his two bottom teeth, we know, but now his upper front teeth are starting to come through. Grandma Meaker noticed one yesterday, and sure enough, Dad confirmed it. I wasn't looking in the right place. He's been pretty upset about that for a few days, but luckily it comes in spurts, so we can drop everything and just cuddle when they get ouchie. And the rest of the time he's his regular cheerful self.

He's really working on his crawling. So far he can go backwards pretty well, and he does his log-rolls to get to farther destinations. He can sit up from a lying-down position, but he's only done that a few times so far. He's consistently sleeping nine hours at night in one go, then a few more. At least he was, until his teeth got to bothering him so. Now he wakes up more often, but he just needs to be held for a while and back to sleep he goes.

He's starting to use consonants more, like tttbbbpphhh. With lots of drool, and ba-ba, and ma. We think he knows his name, or at least it's familiar enough that he turns when you say it. He knows to look around when I say "Where's Dada?" (pronounced Da- as in dash, and -da as in duh) and "It's the kitty!" He always smiles at that one.

He's eating lots of veggies and fruits, and still likes the cereal. I'll be picking up some stage 2 jars of baby foods today. He doesn't like the fruit puffs. He screws up his face and spits them out. Oh well. I'm gonna try some frozen wheat bagels for his toofies, and those old fashioned baby biscuits. I remember those. I used to munch on those when Melanie was a baby. She had some too, I shared. :)

Boy, after all that about just posting tidbits and not worrying about getting it all in, I post a whopper. Well, he's asleep so I had time. Now I'm gonna go work on the crosstitch for Jen B's baby girl. I think I'm going to replenish the thread and use that pattern again to make one for EJ. It's so cute, fun, and quick. I'd better stop babbling and get to it before he wakes up. Peas.

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Scott's meeting on the VOIP

sleep
EJ slept for 11 hours on Thursday night. Uninterrupted sleep! 11! That's a first. He's gone 7 plenty of times, 8 or 9 a few, but 11. Boo-yah. Not tonight though, a whopping three and he's up again. C'est la Vie.

teeth and poo
EJ has teeth! Two at once in the lower gums. So he's been a little cranky, but it's been worth it. I'm surprised at how excited I was when Scott found them. And very proud. Cool.

Also, he's now graduated to solid-food-baby-poop. Yay! I mean Eww! Smelly, voluminous, and green, very close to the shade of strained peas, actually. He liked his peas though, maybe not as much as the mixed cereal, but he kept eating 'em. Next week is bananas. Then carrots I think, then, the world.

how the months do fly
It's been so long and I've missed so much when it comes to recording it here. I'll just call it a wash and start now.

EJ's sitting up pretty well now, especially against something, like on the couch, but even on the floor with no support, for less than a minute, but he's workin' on it. He hasn't shown much interest in crawling yet, but he's great at standing if you put his back up against a wall or other vertical surface. He can do it for a minute or two, all by himself.

He's eating cereal once a day every day, first rice, now oatmeal, and after tomorrow, barley and then mixed, and THEN... vegetables! I'm so excited. He isn't too enthusiastic about the cereal, but he's not too opposed either. He mostly wants to eat the spoon and the bowl, and he makes the funniest faces when the cereal gets shoved in there instead. But he eats it.

A rundown of a typical day:

We've been taking walks in the mornings, around 8-ish, twice around the loop, which is about a mile total. Well, I walk, he rides in style. We chat with a neighbor up the street and wave and smile at passersby, in cars and on foot. He loves people, or at least eye contact. He just smiles and smiles and makes people feel special. I love it. Then we come back for some playtime and then he nurses and I watch Martha. Then he takes a nap. We play some more and then it's lunch time. He nurses again and then we walk around the yard, play in the grass, I show him the pool and the flowers, tell him about the yard work I want to do, and the remodeling I want to do on the house (90% of which is strictly dreamland) and then I dunno. We putter away the afternoon until he naps again, nurses and then it's time for mom-and-dad dinner. He gets to play with Daddy for a while after that and then nurses and goes to sleep, sometimes with much persuasion.

He's asleep now. Fell asleep on his own in the crib while Scott and his Dad were watching him so I could go to chorus. I miss him. I haven't seen him since 6pm and now I have to go to bed so I can function tomorrow.

There's so much more to say but no time. I must sleep. G'night.

I put up some more pictures on the gallery and organized it a bit. My mom came over and babysat while I spent like two hours doing that. I was supposed to be cleaning. oops. Looks like today I'll be trying to rush around and tidy before Scott's grandparents come over tomorrow. Instead I'm here playing with pictures and updating while EJ sleeps. Sigh. There are new pictures in Our Yard and Flowers and in here. I framed some art I'd done way back when. (The last four pictures on the page. I'm really happy with them, except for the tree with the black matte. It's too dark isn't it? I need to get a different color but I don't know what would work with that.)

oops he's awake. gotta go. I love this!

Current Mood: perky

Quick update cuz I'm supposed to be in bed.

He rolled over for the first time! From back to front. And he's been doin' it consistently today. I even got one on video. That's my boy!

He's approaching 18 pounds at three months! What? Yeah. He's huge! The 12-month onesies are getting a bit snug, so I want to make sure I'm washing them right, 'cuz how can that be?

He hasn't started laughing yet. I'm waiting...

We started reading picture books together. Oh boy does he love those! He gets so excited, staring at the pictures intently and talking back while I read to him as we lay side-by-side on the floor. Then he sucks loudly on his fist usually and rolls over, talking around his hand all the while. What a cutie!

Oh, there's so much more and I never update, but I have to go sleep for an hour before he wakes up to eat. Sigh, I really have to work on getting to bed earlier so I can be awake when he is early in the mornings. If we keep the schedule we have now, where Scott wakes up early with EJ, and then has to go to bed early at night, I'll only get to see him and hour every day. No good. Well, g'night.

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aww... big smile for Daddy.

so much happening, and no way is there time to sit here and write about it. I can barely check my email, and I haven't showered yet today. Somehow I find time to eat though. I can't seem to lose a single pound. WTF??? Dammit. I've been doing Winsor Pilates though, and I LOVE it. Good stuff. I feel looser and stretchier, even if I don't look any better. Well, time to go clean something while EJ finishes his third 10-minute nap.

Current Mood: hot

first
He smiled genuinely for the first time yesterday! We got a couple pictures of it. We know it was real because he kept doing it over a ten minute span while looking directly into our faces as we goo-gooed and cooed. No faraway peeing Elvis-smile that time. Awesome.

He had his 3 week Dr. appt. too. He's up to 11 pounds 4 ounces now, really good for 3 weeks out. He's in the 95th percentile for weight and length. That's a big baby. His umbilical cord came off the morning of, or most of it. It's still pretty gross but healing. He's starting to tolerate tummy-time a little more, and spending time in his crib just being awake and looking around, instead of instantly crying if he's awake and not being held.

He's covered in pimples. Supposedly they don't bother infants, like the hiccups, and you're just supposed to let them heal on their own. I've never seen so many whiteheads on someone before. eww. All over his face, scalp, shoulders, and chest. He's not very photogenic at the moment, it looks like someone kicked his ass. He's all red and blotchy, with little spots of blood where they've occasionally burst. Aww. What a cutie.

We have to experiment with either an expressed breastmilk feeding or a pacifier already. Tomorrow morning I have to drive all the way out to Ontario for a Dentist appointment because my jaw hurts. I think I may be getting a wisdom tooth in. So it's a 40 minute drive one way, and who knows how long in with the dentist. He'll definitely need to be fed before I get home. So either I bring him along and do it in the car (with a pacifier for during the appt.), or Scott does it with a bottle/cup while I'm away. We'll see how it goes, I don't think we've decided which to do yet.

He's sleeping now. Had a good scream first. I try so hard to get him to sleep, and then immediately I want to wake him back up and play. Well, not at 4:00am. Then I just want to sleep. I should be trying now. So hard to relax during the day. The weather's changing, and there are chores to be done. And food to be et. Why am I so hungry all the time? mmm... chocolate...

Current Mood: calm

These past 3 weeks have been a crazy ride. There's so much to tell, but I don't have time. I don't want to let it slip by though, without writing it down so we can look back on it much later. I know I'll be glad I did. But darn it, there's so much else to get done and no more than an hour at a time to do it, for even now, he's stirring in the crib, getting hungry again. Not that I'm sorry for that. Breastfeeding is awesome. Once you get past the pain, and there's a lot more of it (mostly just initial difficulties) than I thought, it's almost euphoric at times. A sense of well-being and peace fill me as I look into his intent eyes while he suckles. What an amazing experience.

So, when labor began, I weighed in at 190 pounds, and now I'm down to 170. Not all that great, 3 weeks later. I mean, the baby alone was almost 10, then there's placenta, water weight, uterine tissue, and those lovely fat stores. I've been very hungry, and eating to fullness. Too full, and on crappy food. Not enough time to eat really well, and too lazy to try to eat pretty well, which is pretty easy these days. Just been having whatever, and while mostly it doesn't matter as far as the quality of my breastmilk, it isn't irrelevant, and it certainly will affect my health and figure. Gotta try harder. Easter didn't help. Mom still makes me up a basket every year. :) Thanks Mom! But my lovehandles do not thank you. Okay, no. That's all my fault, because everything in moderation is gonna be okay, but it's when you try to top off a five-pound basket of candy in three days that you're getting into a trouble area. Tsk Tsk. But I CANNOT resist the call of the sugar! I cannot! It is too strong, and I am weak, too weak. Ahh, Candy, you are a cunning temptress. All wrapped up in colorful papers, and so sweet-smelling, so sweet. But you're really out to hurt me, I know the truth!

Anyway, better go feed him. He's starting to coo a little, and focus on faces. But mostly he farts and poops, and gets that faraway look with a half smile that lets you know he's peeing. Aww...

Current Mood: great!

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