Actually, it’s gotten a little better around here. Cooper’s ear infection has diminished, though he’s caught another cold (presumably from another friend who neglected to tell me that her kids were sick before they kissed my precious baby’s face…).
I’ve started doing something I never saw happening, though: I’m a champion cheerleader of breastfeeding, and I’ve started giving Cooper a bottle of formula for his last feeding of the day. I never had a problem with nursing Kenny, but for some reason, I’ve had a rough time keeping up with Cooper. It’s not like he’s wasting away… he’s nearly 18 pounds and only 5 and a half months! But by bedtime, there’s just nothing left for me to give. He’d started fussing, biting, and then finally giving up and sleeping. But for the past seven days, I’ve tried a little formula and Viola! he has been sleeping like he used to. He’s slept through a night a few times, and a few woken up very briefly, but for the most part, things are looking up. I have no intention of weaning him just yet, but what a relief to know that he’ll take formula and that he does well with it!
So now what to do with all this “free time?” (ha! ha ha … ok, that’s a little silly) Showering would be a great start. Laundry. Um, Christmas shopping?? Oh, and I’ve had this blog for two and a half years now, and for the first time I’ve nearly completely neglected it. Do I hear a New Year’s Resolution popping up?
I really do love writing, and reading and the whole blogging hobby, but I have to admit that it seems a silly indulgence when so much else has fallen under the horse in my little world. Man, two kids is so much different than one!
Here are some nutshell updates of my boys:
Kenny – RASCAL. Ah, but sweeter than sweet 90% of the time, so he certainly makes amends for the violent couch jumping, Dudley riding and constant re-hanging of the Christmas tree ornaments. On Saturday, we had a little party over here, and just as everyone was leaving, he fell out of his chair and hit the side of his face on the table. We thought he broke his tooth, and our angel dentist came in at 9 at night to take a look. Turns out that the force of the impact forced his gum over his tooth and that’s why it looked like half of it was gone. Yuk. Now he’s got a big bruised knot on the side of his face – he looks like a three-year-old Rocky Balboa.
Cooper – Rolling over, constantly jabbering (“Dadadadadadada, bada daby do dadadadad dadybada!”), learning to suck his thumb and spending his free time in the “hopper popper” seat where he’s happy until all the bouncing makes him poop! That kid knows how to make a splash in the world. He’s also loosing his hair – except for the long patch on top which I had to trim last week because it was always in his eyes…. it’s a nice comb-over look, and has definite mohawk-potential, if I ever decided to torture him with hair gel.
Dudley – So needing a walk. Or a run. Or someone to pet him for more than 30 seconds. But he keeps going down to the water and rolling in dead fish and seaweed, so petting him requires a full sanitation routine.
(I don’t know why Dudley felt compelled to charge the camera, but isn’t this a funny shot?)
And me? hm. I think I’m not as pretty as I used to be. Maybe it’s the bags under the eyes? The slowly wrinkling skin? The lack of exercise or lack of sleep? I caught my reflection in the mirror the other day and said, “Wow. I’ve finally started looking like a harried Mommy.” Somebody send me to the spa. Actually, forget the spa. Somebody watch my kids and clean my house so I can get some sleep. I really think I’d pay someone a thousand dollars if I could go spend the night alone and sleep for 12 hours. Ah…