Your Rock n’ Roll Lifestyle

What’s a Kitty??

THERE’S a kitty!

Shake, Rattle and Roll… (without the roll)

Look what we found the other day! Rattle socks!

Now, you have yet to figure out the cause and effect of when you move your toes, the rattles make noise. No, you just want them in your mouth. Now. Damn, we had fun with these socks. In fact, when you wake up from your nap, we’re playing with these again!

A Little Streak of Stubborn

Now that you are sitting on your own, that laying down stuff is for babies…

You still have not rolled over from your back to your tummy for us. And, we think we may have figured out why… See, when you wake up early from a nap and are still tired, needing some help getting back to sleep, we swaddle you back up (usually your arms are flailing around, reeking havoc) tip you onto your side to pat you on your back. Well, sometimes you fight the sleep. You don’t want to lay on your side, damnit. Mommy and Daddy are mean, making you lay on your side like that!

Putting two and two together, we realized that when we demonstrate to you how you can roll from your back to your tummy, as soon as we start to tip you on your side, you stiffen up, sometimes purse your lips and resist. Because in your mind, mean Mommy and Daddy are trying to make you go to sleep. And, you’re playing, not sleeping.

So, Mr. Independent, I suppose now we have to let you start dressing yourself, too. Let me show you where we keep the diapers…

Sitting, watching the day go by…

One of the big developments is that you are now sitting up on your own. I should clarify – sitting up straight on your own, instead of the hunched over pose you favored earlier. I first noticed this the other day when I sat you down and walked out of the room. When I returned, there you were, still sitting. Typically, you would have toppled over, but you just looked up at me, with your toy in your mouth, as to say “What? What’s the big deal?”

Your First Flavor

Now you haven’t started on solid foods yet and that’s for one reason only: your poor little gut. Our worst fear with the formula was that you’d get constipated and that’s exactly what’s happened for the past few days. It’s been so sad to watch you concentrate deeply, turn red with effort, only to find a tiny nugget in your diaper. What’s worse is that after milk and formula, your first real taste was prune juice (it should have been one of your last)…

Technically, it was prune and apple juice because the store didn’t have just plain pruce juice in the baby aisle. And, being a new mommy, I wasn’t sure if I could give you adult prune juice without you blowing up. I actually had to call the doctor’s office twice to see if it was okay to give you straight, adult-strength prune juice. For the record, it is.

I suppose this is what happens to all first-time parents. In fact, I was talking with a client the other day that has a daughter just about a week younger than you and I mentioned you weren’t on solid foods yet. He was quite surprised, mentioning that his daughter had already had a meat stick. We then both looked at each other and, in unison, said “second child”.

And, I’ll admit, I’m not even sure what a meat stick is…

Ketchup

Oh there is so much to catch up on… Mommy has been very behind in updating the site. Bad Mommy.

So, by now, you’re completely weaned and The Pump has left the building. Daddy was the one to take it back to the hospital, because I think he feared I would have “accidentally” dropped it out the window on the highway. Perhaps. Not that the thought ever crossed my mind.

I’m happy to announce that we were able to get through this last part of weaning without the use of cabbage. Yes, cabbage. Mommy knows several people that have done this – and the doctor even mentioned, that sticking cabbage leaves in one’s bra will help “dry things up”. Now, it’s truly a mystery who the first person was to try this, why they tried this, and why they then admitted it to others… but, my theory is that it was a man. A man with a wife, a newborn, and a wicked vegetable fetish.

Mommy decided not to try this for two main reasons:
1) I was concerned about the well-being of the bra that I chose to hold the cabbage; I can only imagine the ridicule it would have endured being put back into the drawer smelling like produce, and
2) I’m on a diet and didn’t want to deal with the sudden cravings for KFC.