Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Updates and Milestones

The Boy

Well, Harris is is 5 and a half weeks old if you can believe that(?!) He has changed a lot over the last 3 weeks.

Let's see...

*He stretches A LOT- and gets this really cute grandpa-type face going on...
*He farts A LOT
*His eyelashes just "bloomed" in the last 3 days
*While his "birth hair" is not (yet) falling out, his "real"hair is starting to come in- it is cute and fuzzy
*He can focus well and follow things with his eyes
*He has a firm grasp and smoother motion
*He has discovered the fact that he has vocal cords, and now coos and babbles (which is FRICKIN ADORABLE) instead of simply grunting constantly
*He is a very efficient immitator- he can imitate sticking out the tongue, puckering, and raising one eyebrow
*He just found his thumb
*He is really doing well with his head control. I attribute that mainly to the fact that I wear him in the Moby Wrap a lot
*He loves receiving kisses on his lips and has actually formulated a way to specifically ask for a kiss
*He is fussy from about 5pm till about 10pm
*He usually wakes me up to feed him twice during the night
*He eats about 32ounces a day (The size of a Supersized Soda at McDonald's)
*He is enjoying his awesome gDiapers
***He has not yet smiled his first cherubic smile (exhausted Mommy's are anxiously awaiting that tiny, yet enourmously rewarding upturned lip action)

It is amazing to see him changing every day!

The next big thing happening in our lives is the adoption! I absolutely DESPISE the fact that Mindi has to adopt her own baby, but alas, it must be so. I have a feeling, that even when gay marriage is legal, there will still be legal issues regarding children but that is a whole different blog- I am not going there...

In the beginning of the month, the social worker came to our house. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Here, I was expecting some stranger scrutinizing our house, checking our smoke detectors and scolding us for not having childproofing elements completely installed. I even pulled the fire extinguisher out from the far back of "under the sink-land" to bring it more into view if she opened the cabinet door... In reality, all she did was sit down with us on our couch and basically ask us about our relationship etc. Phew! What a relief! So today, we got a call from Lawyer Lisa to schedule our court date. How sweet- it falls on my birthday- February 27th!

I have been working on cloth inserts for the gDiapers. I am pretty happy with the way they are turning out. I will blog about the process a little later. For now, I will leave you with some neat pictures that I played with to create the "hand painted" look... ENJOY!

Addicted to American Idol

Can you believe that this is the first season of AA that Mindi and I have ever seen? Up until now, neither one of us had even seen an episode!


Well, now that we are hooked, bring on the stupidity...

By the way, Simon- you are a jerk...

Sunday, January 27, 2008

My G-Baby

I hate disposable diapers. They are bad for the environment, they have a horrible crinkly feeling, and most of them have bad artwork on them. I would love to be a cloth diaper mama, however, there are 2 mamas in this family; Mindi doesn't want cloth and so we have to compromise.

While I was still pregnant, I stumbled across a product called gDiapers. gDiapers are basically a cloth/ disposable hybrid diaper. The outside cover (which is super cute mind you!) is cloth, it then has a waterproof liner that holds a flushable (or compostable!!) insert. Mindi and I agreed to try them and I am IN LOVE.

After joining a few gDiaper enthusiast forums (teehee) I came to the swift realization that it would be SUPER easy AND inexpensive for me to make cloth inserts to put in my gDiapers!!! I am really JAZZED! Mindi, on the other hand, I am afraid is totally NOT FOR CLOTH INSERTS. Now, I realize that compromise is the name of the game. I also realize, that I change the majority of diapers. Call me crazy but I LOVE changing diapers! (go ahead, call me a freak...) The beauty of the idea of the cloth inserts is this: When Mindi changes a diaper, she can put a flushable in, and when I change a diaper I can use cloth. Both methods require an extra step (either flushing the dirty insert after a diaper change or dropping the cloth insert in the laundry). Also, using cloth is cheaper than using the flushables, so even if She uses the flushables and I use the cloth, we are still totally saving money. Don't get me wrong, I totally love the flushables, but I was just hoping to take it another step further!

Everyone that wants a baby, is pregnant with a baby, or has a baby should go check out gDiapers!

For now, I will leave you with a picture of my adorable g-baby :)

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Oh MY!

Ok, here is some more photo fun...

First of all, adorable baby shoes that are so cute they make me want to vomit should be outlawed... or not...

And here is just a shameless plug for the indescribable cutenesss of my baby...

And the most fun picture of all... The bathing beauties! This was our fun excursion last night. We had bathed our liitle boy in the infant bathtub, but the big person bathtub was BY FAR more fun, and I think I can say that is was more fun for both of us!

Thursday, January 24, 2008

I Can't Wait!

February 12th THIS MOVIE comes out. "The Business of Being Born" is a documentary about childbirth in U.S. hospitals and natural chilbirth in the home or birth center.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Attachment Parenting

Mindi and I have never been "into" attachment parenting. We felt that letting a baby or child share a bed with their parents was a little too touchy feely for us. We are touchy feely people, but not in that way. As a little girl, I can remember trying to crawl into bed with my mom and dad, and being ushered out of the room and back to my own bed. It always bummed me out. I tried anyways, but always to no avail. Down the road, I realized that my parents were doing the right thing. After all, had they let me sleep in the bed with them, they may have ended up with an overly- dependant, timid child. I always felt that kids really did need to "cry it out"- I mean, really, kids need to learn to soothe themselves at some point. They need to not rely on other people to jump when they whimper.

Fast forward a few years, get pregnant, and push out a baby...

We co sleep with our baby. I wear him around the house and out. He is rarely not being held by either Mindi or myself. He rarely cries because, since we are already holding him, we rarely miss early cues of hunger, or miss the smell of a dirty diaper. I cannot fathom the idea of letting my baby cry, of not picking him up and comforting him. I love having him in the bed with us, or, if he is fussy, in the bouncer next to me with the vibration turned on. I never thought that I would practice "attachment parenting", and if anyone had told me that eventually I would, I would have told them that they were crazy. Well look at us now- baby wearing, co-sleepin mamas! I love it!

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Tag- You're It!

I was tagged by J over at Love + Love = Marriage...

The Rules:
1) Link to the person that tagged you.
2) Post the rules on your blog.
3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people at the end of your post and link to their blogs.
5) Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
6) Let the fun begin!

Ok so now for the facts:
1) I can't decide which makes me more wet- a sexy and flattering new outfit, or a new large power tool, like a table saw or an air compressor
2) I never had to wear deodorant until I gave birth.
Now, if I don't put it on the second I hop out of the shower, my neighbors call me to ask if I too, can smell that foul odor... 'Did they open a new sewage processing plant by you guys? Sure smells like it...'
3) I love it when my doggie licks my hands and feet- the feeling is orgasmic (hopefully for both of us)
4) I think my baby's poop smells good on some strange level
5) I pride myself on my pretty penmanship
6) I am an IKEA whore

I am tagging
1. Sacha at Babycakes
2. Jude at Judecorp.
3. Carey at Uterus x 2

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Animal Cuteness

I am posting a cute picture of my cute little doggy in honor of Ninefirefly who, by the way, we THINK may be PREGGERS YEH?!! WAHOO!

Ninefirefly- I promise to get a cute pic of my pup WITH the wee babe!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008


I stole this from my friend Jude (because her post said I could!!)

Because we never really know each other as well as we think, in response to this post I'd like you to ask a question. Anything about which you are curious, anything you feel you ought to know about me. Silly, serious, personal, fannish. Ask away. Then copy this to your own journal, and see what people don't know about you.

Lets see just how many readers I have...


Sunday, January 13, 2008

Catch my Breath

I was driving home from the grocery store and I began to reflect on the morning. It was quite a morning indeed, as it was the day that we had our son circumcised. This post is not, in any way, meant to open the door to the "to snip or not to snip" debate on circumcision. We are Jewish. It is Jewish law to have your son circumcised in a ritual circumcision ceremony. We are not overly religious, but we do celebrate Shabbat when we are both home together, we celebrate Passover by restricting leavened bread products, we fast on Yom Kippur and we had a Jewish wedding ceremony with a chuppah and ketubah. We have a mezuzah on our doorposts. We are Reform Jews. We felt that a Bris Milah (circumcision ceremony) was the right thing to do based on our faith. It was a little rough for me, I have to admit. The Mohel (the trained Jewish circumciser) was wonderful. He explained everything to us and offered us numerous options for pain relief for our son (which we TOOK for his sake). The actual circumcision was swift. The majority of the 30 minutes of the ceremony was spent saying blessings and singing. It really was quite touching. Our boy is doing well, albeit a bit grumpy (I would be too I think...) and lucky for us, he is still looking at us with the same adoration that he did yesterday.

I guess that the real reason I am posting about this is because in the car on the way home from the grocery store, the thought of what we had done, brought me to tears. The tears were not sad tears, or regretful tears. They weren't necessarily happy tears either- they seemed to be more of a tension release- a supreme realization, if you will, that this perfect little being in our lives is really here- really living- really ours to care for, and tend to, and love.

As I mentioned in previous posts, the whole pregnancy seemed a bit surreal to me a lot of the time. I had a difficult time wrapping my head around the fact that I was really growing a person inside of me. Then, when it came time to think about giving birth, I kind of found myself in a similar haze- a sort of "not in the forefront of my mind" feeling that, luckily for me, left me "uber-zen" and unafraid about the whole thing. Following the birth of our baby, I have been in what I would consider, a sleep-deprived walking coma for the last three weeks. Today's trip home from the grocery store shed a little ray of light on me. I caught a big glimpse of the grandiosity of what Mindi and I have decided to take on by creating, growing, birthing, and parenting a baby. I feel that this glimpse of HUGE REALITY was spurred on by the fact that we had just made a conscious choice to have a stranger come into our house, and perform a surgical procedure on another human being, whom only has US to speak for him. It was a decision that could potentially shape the way he views himself and others in the course of his lifetime. It felt very different to me than having the pediatrician give our little baby an immunization, or allowing the midwives to put ointment in our baby's eyes and a vitamin K shot following his birth. Those are things that everyone has done- they are customary and in some cases, required. The Bris, on the other hand, was more like a door-opening by us for our son into a life of Jewish custom and faith. What an amazing feeling. What an amazing experience.

Wow, let me catch my breath.

Saturday, January 12, 2008


oh my god- I can do a sit-up! I didn't lose my abdominal muscles after all! Yay! Now I just need to work on the bean bag that is my tummy...

Friday, January 11, 2008

Doctor Doctor give me the news!

little Harris had his 3 week check-up today! He is doing great and growing like a weed! He was 6lbs and 14oz at birth and currently weighs 8lbs 9 oz! Wowsers! He is a long and lean boy at 22 inches! I think we will have a basketball player on our hands...

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Dare I say the word?

This is something that I have dreaded since our baby was born. He was absolutely perfect for a newborn. He rarely cried, barely fussed, and had lots of newborn love to give. His grandma calls him "Mr. Perfect" and I couldn't have agreed more, but every time she would say "he is perfect, he never fusses or cries" I would cut her off and say YET with great fervor. I didn't want to jinx myself. I knew that the evil that is "colic" wouldn't rear it's ugly head until after grandma had left town, and the 2 new mommies would have to conquer the beast alone...

I stayed optimistic. Every day was easier than the last, and every day he got cuter and sweeter. Then BAM

Yes, BAM.

BAM BAM ABAM ABAMA SNJKABNANBAMdiasghp9f ywetu2urohYG!!!!!!!!


Last night, it hit full force. Right before his bedtime bottle, the screaming REALLY BEGAN. As poor Mindi tried desperately to calm him and knock him out with his nighttime feed, I ran downstairs, desperate for help from Dr. Karp and his "Happiest Baby On The Block". I frantically flipped through page after page on colic theories before reaching the "suggested techniques". I had read about the "5 S's" before, but I really had to pay attention this time (which was difficult because of the screaming baby to my left. Poor Mindi looked so frazzled- I am sure I did too, but I have to give more "frazzle credit" to the person holding the screamer!

So, we got him settled. FINALLY. The rest of the night, my nerves were fried. At the first gurgle of my sweet little baby, I would leap out of bed, ready to swoop up said infant and whisk him to the cavernous confines of the nursery, where he would be bounced, jiggled, and ssssshhed into the night.

The sweet orange (oh, excuse me, 'Sienna') Moby wrap has been his home today. We even indulged in a little skin to skin Moby action. That was neat, but it reminded me over and over again how badly I need to trim his little talons...

So there you have it, we are beginning our battle with Colic. Much to my dismay, the experts say that it "begins at 2 weeks, peaks at 6 weeks, and ends around 3 to 4 months"... oooh, 3-4 months? Oy Baby...

I will leave you with more cuteness...

Thursday, January 3, 2008

The Breakout

Wow- I feel good today. I feel rested and invigorated even though I didn't really get that much more sleep last night than I have been getting since Harris was born (which is around 4 hours on average, broken up). As I mentioned back on the 28th, I have been on "house arrest" since the 23rd. My house arrest wasn't just "to the house" it was "to the basement". The midwives didn't want me going up or down any stairs. Luckily, our basement is fully finished, and super cozy, not to mention, it has a full bath, laundry, our tv room, a bedroom, and our computers (computers being as important to me as the toilet, mind you). I actually really enjoyed my confinement. It was like a warm baby cocoon- just me, Mindi, and our son, all just taking the time to get to know each other. I can't say that I am an expert mom now, by any stretch of the imagination, but the intensity of the bonding and learning time that the three of us had in our basement was priceless and extraordinarily helpful. By the 4th day, I realized that my boobs weren't working. My milk came in late in the day on day 3, but by day 4 I realized that it wasn't coming out... I stayed up with the baby that night because he was being fussy (no wonder, he was HUNGRY!) During a crying spell, unable to get him to latch on, I went to get Mindi and we gave him his first taste of formula. I cried as he ravenously sucked it down from Mindi's dropper. I never felt that my boobs had failed me- I had had a breast reduction surgery in 2004 and I knew that I may not be able to breastfeed. It was still sad, but I have come to accept it. I currently pump what I can (which is barely 1/4 of an ounce total from one pumping session.) We now mix this expressed milk into his formula bottles. We fondly refer to my little "doses" as "vitamins". It helps take the edge off. I will continue pumping this way until my boobs completely dry up.

The "Vitamins"


So, the 30th marked Harris's 1 week birthday. That was the day that I was technically allowed to leave the house if I so chose. Now, I realize that I had left already for the pediatrician appointment, but that was just when we could schedule it. I had a hair appointment set for the 31st. man, did I need that! It wasn't until I came home from my hair appointment, without any makeup on, in schlumpy clothes, but with fabulous hair, that I realized that EVERY WOMAN NEEDS TO LOOK NICE FOR HERSELF. I had been so focused on Harris and making sure that my wife got enough sleep, that I had forgotten to change out of my PJ's for 5 days straight, and I didn't smell too good either... After I got my haircut, I got excited about the fact that, although my current life, at least for the time being, was going to rotate around my new infant son, I was still me, and I am still pretty (regardless of what my big hips and saggy tummy say), and I should take care of myself too! For 2 nights after my haircut, we decided to try something different than what had become our typical night routine of 4 hour shifts up with the baby. We decided that I would sleep in the basement bedroom alone with the baby in his Moses basket, feeding and changing him at his call, while Mindi would sleep upstairs in our normal bedroom in an effort to get some really good sleep. We did this for 2 nights in a row. It worked great for Mindi, and pretty well for me too. We both got to sleep and the baby got cared for. Yesterday, after waking and showering, I actually took the time to blow-dry my hair- after all, I had just gotten it cut, and then I actually put clothes on, and then, before I knew it, I had MAKEUP on my face, and I was thinking- hey, let's go outside! It was amazing! Mindi was thrilled with the idea too, so we made our inaugural trip with the baby to Costco. I donned my newly acquired (and TOTALLY AWESOME) Moby wrap (which Harris loves) and off we went, down aisle and aisle of Costco goodness. I was so excited to be out of the house, wearing cute clothes, makeup and decent hair, with my beautiful wife and son, all the while, feeling like a NORMAL PERSON as opposed to a newly post-partum, flabby, mindless, hormonal mush of a person with a sore bottom. I felt so happy to feel normal again that I actually stopped a woman and her 2 kids and asked her to take a picture of us together :).

But wait, there's MORE! So, we get home, and I decide, that as much as I have loved the cozy cave of a basement that had been our bomb shelter from the real world for the previous 10 days, it was time to break out into normalcy. I wanted my bed back! Mindi had had it all to herself for 2 days, and I was a wee bit jealous. It didn't take very much to convince her to let me back into our bed, after all, she missed me too. So we vacated the basement and relocated everything to it's rightful places. I set up the changing station in the nursery, prepared the nightly bottles, and brought the Moses basket to the side of the bed. At bed time, we both took a deep breath, and hit the lights. And Slept. HOLY SHIT! WE SLEPT! TOGETHER! WOW! Yes, the baby woke up about every 2 hours to eat and be changed, but that was cool, because when he wasn't whimpering for care he too, was sleeping! I felt soooooo relieved this morning when my wife rolled over to me, took out her earplugs, and said, "that went well".

I am welcoming my old and improved life- now, if I could just get my nipples to stop leaking when I don't want them to, and start producing more liquid gold for my baby when I pump...

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Babes in Laundryland

So, I was doing laundry for the bazillionth time since our wee babe Harris came into the world. I pulled the fresh, soft laundry out of the dryer, and look at the delicious treat I found in my clean laundry basket!Hee hee!


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