Saturday, May 30, 2009

An ode to T-Bone

No, not the steak.

This is an ode to the funny little boy who entered my life silently a few months ago, only to make up for his lack of crying at the moment of birth with a loud, crazy bout of screaming that lasted several weeks.

Turns out, what they tell you about colicky babies is true. At age three months, he is a new man.

From zoo and Thomas 3 months


From May fun


(In the above photo he has a flower in his hair from his big sister, who wanted him to look pretty.)
Thomas, known in our house by his street name, T-Bone, started smiling when he was about 6 weeks old, but he didn't choose to really use it much then. And there is no one who looks more angry than he does when he screams. Once, when I was clothes shopping, he started screaming uncontrollably, and the woman at the cash register looked at me like I had beaten him or something. His face screwed up, and his wails were high-pitched and shrill, like a hurt child. Her face softened noticeably when she saw he could be calmed down by my mother running around the store with him at top-speed (he's kind of a thrill-seeker). She admitted that she thought he was hurt at first when he started screaming. Those screams were so hard to handle, and I was scared to go out in public for anything that required more than 15 minutes because I didn't know when he would go off.

But when he was 10 weeks old, some kind of miracle occured. He smiles almost constantly. He belly laughs at the mere thought of me tickling him. He is finally human.

I hope that doesn't sound too cold. I kind of want people to know that it's OK not to totally fall in love with your new child immediately. Soon enough, we all love our kids more than anything else. We still bonded immediately, but in a different way. Mostly I just worried about him. I loved him from the beginning, but it took us three weeks to really get to know each other, and another few for us to have fun together.

Today, I couldn't love T-Bone more. He brightens up a room with his adorable, full-body smile, and I love the way he is constantly trying to move- demanding to sit rather than lay on a blanket.

From another zoo, Thomas sitting up


Yep, he's sitting up, just two days after his 3-month birthday, although he does still hang out by his toes. When he does lay down, he spends his time kicking and pushing forward in a baby army-crawl.

He is a major talker. He doesn't have consonants down yet, but he'll coo for 10 minutes at a time. I love our conversations.

During the day, he still doesn't sleep. He prefers to be up and around the action. At night, however, he goes down peacefully and gives his tired mother a good eight hours rest.

Really, who could ask for more?

Monday, May 4, 2009

Easter, belated

Thomas was in a rough mood for Easter, so Anne Marie got out her bunny ears and recreated the holiday for him.

From Easter redone for Thomas


From Easter redone for Thomas


Also, check out Anne Marie learning how to ride her new trike. By the way, this is the sweetest trike ever, in my opinion. They didn't have pink chrome trikes when I was little!

From Anne Marie's trike and Thomas


And, finally, just a couple of cute kid pictures.

From Anne Marie's trike and Thomas


From Anne Marie's trike and Thomas


Thomas actually smiles a lot, but all we have is a blurry shot of it.

From Anne Marie's trike and Thomas

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Big changes and a big belly

First, the big belly: Thomas, my little Buddha, weighed in at 13 pounds 9 ounces, in the 90th percentile for his age. Of course, he's only 22 3/4 inches tall, in the 50th percentile. What a little porker! I know I need to get some photos soon. I've been taking them, but not downloading them. Next week I'll have a bit of a break- I won't be working at any jobs, so I will get some posted.

Today is my last day at the Journal. For nine years, it was my job, but it was also the place where I made my friends, and learned how to work in the real world. I'm 100 percent sure that I made the right decision to leave. Economic times are tough, and this is a great opportunity. But I'm going to miss it a lot. I won't miss the office junk, or the work environment, but I'm definitely going to miss the job.

This week was also my last week at playgroup. Every Wednesday, I meet with some other moms and kids at the Bannock Youth Foundation. They have activities for the kids and parents together, and then the parents leave the room and talk about whatever issues have come up in their lives. The group was splitting into other groups anyway because of funding issues, but I had to leave for my new job as well. I looked forward to seeing these women and kids every Wednesday. I'm going to miss that a lot.

It seems like a lot is said about the isolation of stay-at-home moms, and it's true. They need things like playgroups for adult interaction that working moms get at work. But there isn't much said about the working mom and her need for peers. I will be the only person in my new office hauling a breastpump to work and locking myself up three times a day to attach a hose to my breast and milk myself like a cow. I was the only one at the Journal when I pumped for Anne Marie. I will be the only one feeling the guilt that comes with leaving your baby each day. It would be nice to have other working mothers to talk to about things. The problem is, working mothers come home, and they need to spend time with the little ones they've been missing all day. I don't know what would help, but it would be nice if there was something that would.

I'm rambling, but I have a brighter note to end on. I think I must be the luckiest woman alive when it comes to grocery shopping. Twice in a row, others have saved me from my poor timing. The first time was two weeks ago. It was 4 p.m. and Thomas was wonderful for the trip, until I started bagging my groceries. Then he started screaming.

Now, once you get to the bagging point, it's tough to do anything about your screaming baby. So I just hurried. The woman behind me picked up Thomas's carrier out of my cart and started swaying. He immediately calmed down. I thanked her, and she told me it was a "grandma's touch."

The next week, the same thing happened, only this time he got fussy before I started bagging. He calmed down when I held him, so I started bagging groceries one-handed. A woman came up to me and asked if she could hold my baby so I could bag the groceries. I gave her Thomas, and she cuddled him for a minute or two so I could finish. I told her she made my week, and she really did. She said she understood- she'd been there before. Those women were so wonderful!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Thomas live

For those who haven't met him yet, here's Thomas in person.

Monday, April 13, 2009

An update

It's been awhile, so I thought I'd do a bullet-point list of my exciting life lately.

* A new job! I won't be headed back to the Journal when my maternity leave is over. I took a job at ISU in their public relations office. More money, better benefits, cheap school for both Matt and I. I waffled over whether or not I'd take the job, but now I can't imagine how dumb I would have felt if I hadn't. When I gave my notice to the Journal, my boss started with "That's great!" I got the feeling that I might have been the next in a string of budget-related layoffs anyway. There's no telling if I was the one on the chopping block or not, but it has since been confirmed that my quitting did stop a layoff. So yay for new jobs!

* Poor Thomas gets a bad rap. I'm feeling guilty for telling his dark secrets- the fact that his piercing scream is loud, long, and could be used by the military for interrogations. I should let the world know that for the entire morning, and usually until about 4 p.m. or so, the boy is nothing but smiles, coos and giggles. I think if he slept some of that time, he would be happy at 4 p.m. too.

* Day care woes. When I found out I was pregnant with Thomas, I almost immediately put him on the waiting list at Anne Marie's day care. He still isn't in, and I got a letter today saying that because of tight budgets, they are shutting down one of the infant rooms, which hurts his chances even more. So Anne Marie will be at a different place than Thomas, and my plans to nurse him on my lunch break since he'd be at the university with me are slowly dying. Which brings me to my next point.

* Thomas hates bottles. This seems strange because he is tongue-tied and can only nurse with a nipple shield. The nipple shield makes breastfeeding a heck of a lot like a bottle, but he still hates bottles. My new plan is to try all sorts of brands until I find one he likes.

Here are some photos of our Easter. There is no Thomas in the photos, and I'm feeling guilty about that too. But the poor kid was asleep for egg dying and was inside screaming when we took the photos of Anne Marie in her Easter dress.

From easter 2009


From easter 2009

At church, Thomas did everything that a baby can do in church to misbehave. He made it to the first reading, then screamed so we left. On the way back, he blew out a diaper- thankfully I hadn't made it completely through the huge throng of people standing up in the back of the overcrowded church before I left again. Then he got hungry, so I nursed in the parking lot and came back in as the priest was blessing the Eucharist. As the priest held up the host, he let out a gigantic fart that made several people turn and look in amazement.

I guess that while I was out nursing Thomas, Anne Marie had her own fun with my mom in the church. She was pretty good, although she did dance to every song. But when the priest asked the congregation to renew their baptismal vows, she said, "no." When the priest said, "Do you reject Satan?" Anne Marie responded, "No." "And all his works?" No. "And all his empty promises?" No.

Easter was a little wild, but it was still fun in the end. And today, Thomas, who had a really rough first Easter, decided to sleep through the night, take a nap during the day, and was a happy dream baby even in the evening when he usually becomes very antisocial.

This post is getting long. I waited too long to blog, and now I have too much to say. I'm amazed at how much Anne Marie and Thomas actually look alike when I look back to her baby photos. Here's their photos at 6 weeks old, first Thomas, second Anne Marie.

From Twin Falls


From First St. Patrick's Day

Monday, March 30, 2009

Victory

It's 10:45 p.m.

Matt is still at work for another hour or so, but both children are in bed asleep and bathed. This is no less than a miracle. Thomas screamed for over an hour, Anne Marie got out of bed 700 or so times, but I won. :)

Friday, March 27, 2009

One month old...

Today was a major party- Thomas's one-month birthday. Here's how he celebrated:

- Woke up at 2:15 a.m. and had a bit of breakfast. Stayed awake until 4:30 a.m. while mama half-slept in front of a tv on mute.

- Woke up at 6:15 a.m. and had a snack. Went back to sleep but immediately woke up to see Papa off to work.

- Went back to bed at 8 a.m. (after another meal, of course), and slept in- it was a long party night.

- Woke up at 10 a.m., had some more milk, threw up. Got a new outfit and posed for a photo shoot.

- Partied with sister. Had lunch at noon, fell asleep, woke up, fell asleep, woke up.

- Had some more milk. Threw up on papa for his lunch break. Got a new outfit.

- Had a good scream.

- Went back to sleep about 3 p.m. Party on.

The results of the photo shoot (for more, click on the link under the photos):

From one month Thomas


From one month Thomas


From one month Thomas


From one month Thomas