90 minutes

The family visited the beer festival on Sunday--I have never seen so many strollers and babies attached to parents in one place in my life! Seriously, Sunday is apparently the family-friendly beer festival day. I did not partake in much tasting. I had a little here and there, but all the beer managed to do was to make me sleepy. Not very good times.

Trey slept most of the time, except for when he was eating. And when he was entertaining the ladies. He was a charmer, as always. Flashed his little grin and cutesy dimple and the girls all melted.

We're trying this new sleep thing--it's a 90 minute awake cycle. That means every time Trey wakes up, I count up 90 minutes, and when it reaches close to that, I start soothing him to sleep. Actually having recognized that babies have a 90 minute cycle is amazing. I could literally see it TO THE MINUTE when I noted the time. Today was the first day we tried it and we didn't do all that well. There were some errands to do this afternoon, so it kinda threw off the schedule. However, I am going to maintain this little sleep project and supposedly, he will regulate his own sleep pattern (i.e. let him sleep and don't wake him up) and very very very soon, start sleeping through the night. There is solace in knowing that if he gets too much sleep during the day, he'll only be awake for 90 minutes at night, then, sleep. I'll let you know how it goes.

In case you're wondering, Trey did poo on Thursday night. I don't know why this kid waits until his diaper is off, but he does. I was JUST undressing him to put him in the bath and THWWWWWAAAAA, all over the place (can you imagine that sound effect?). On the changing table, on his feet, on his butt. So I waited for him to finish. 5 minutes later, I'm still standing there, wondering if he's done, and I realize his back and little chubby thighs are covered in poo also. He was wriggling in it. And having the time of his life. Good thing we were on our way to the bath.

I DID snap a photo, but when I thought about posting it, I wasn't sure what the reaction would be. So, if anyone wants to see it, I have a photo of his poo.

awwwwww

soul stealing

It doesn't take anything more than a tiny baby to turn two reasonable adults into two completely obnoxious human beings. On a side note, every time we take out the camera, this baby starts crying. He could be cooing and grinning with the best of 'em and as soon as we yell, "ACTION!" he starts crying. All those weeks of daddy telling him the camera is stealing his soul is finally creating a weird fear.

momma's boy

Trey is growing up WAY too fast. I put a whole bunch of clothes into a storage container because he's just getting too big. And it's very distressing because so many people gave us really cute outfits, but the tops are all long-sleeved! It's 85 degrees outside! When is he supposed to wear them? I keep waiting for a cool day so I can dress him in warmer clothes. I told Patrick last night that we HAVE to have another boy, so some of these clothes can get used. Our luck, we'll have two girls and have to get another whole new wardrobe.

On another note, this weekend, we bought a co-sleeper that attaches to the bed. YAY! So much easier for me. Of course, he still loves to be snuggled up to mommy. And who am I to complain? He's only going to be a momma's boy for another 12 years or so, then I've lost him. Anyway, we hit up this awesome garage sale and not only got a sweet deal on the co-sleeper, but bought a ton of clothes, some toys, and got a vibrating seat for free. We picked up a few things for Greta, who is a mere 3 weeks, but it's ridiculous how fast they get so big. Garage sales are addicting. Particularly when you find one with so much baby stuff. Now I am constantly perusing craigslist to find more garage sales where I can spend more money buying crap.

Speaking of crap, I wish I had a poo or fart story today, but fortunately, there have been no big disasters as of late. I get puked on often, though, and usually it's down my pants or down the front of my shirt. Somehow, when I have Trey over my shoulder and am burping him, he pukes down my back (missing the burp rag) and just manages to puke right down the back of my pants. And it's not just the watery, milky puke. It's the milk that's been festering in his stomach for 2 days puke. Sharpshooter, he is.

He did pee on my the other day at his aunt Jenny's house. I was changing him on the couch and he let loose--grinning all the while--with a long leisurely pee, but he was positioned so it was pointing right at me. So he basically pee'd on my butt. My jeans were soaked. So I went to a Rose Festival meeting with a pee covered butt. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice.

Mr. All-Grown-Up

poopy pants

Did you know that breastfed babies don't poo very often? Many only fill their diaper every 6-8 days, and sometimes, it takes even longer. And they can't get constipated. Whoo-hoo, right?

We thought this would be the case with Trey as he did a HUGE, hilarious poo on a Thursday a few weeks back. It was so huge I had to bathe him in order to get him clean. We had to throw away the towel that was under him when he poo'd because there was just too much of it to rationally think I was going to have time to clean it. We should have taken pictures, but I vowed to have a camera at the ready next time it happened because the whole situation was just too funny. Two unsuspecting parents and the poo monster. HA!

10 days later, Trey poo'd again. It was not hilarious this time, just a quick clean up job, an in and out sort of deal. I figured it would be another 10 days before we had to process a dirty diaper. But last night (Wednesday), right in the middle of dinner, Trey started fussing a lot. One minute was sitting in his johnny jump-up smiling and cooing, the next, he was screaming at me to get him out. I changed his diaper and lo-and-behold, there was poo. Hmmm. No big deal, even though it was a mere 4 days since the last dirty change. Again, a no incident change, and everyone was happy.

This morning I was in the shower and heard Patrick shouting at the dog. As you all know , I relish my bathroom time, so I was leisurely soaping up, washing my hair, etc. A few minutes later, I turned off the water, started drying myself off, putting lotion on, and Patrick starting shouting again. I thought that Belle had run off and Patrick needed to go chase her, but wanted to give Trey to me so he wasn't running down the street with a half naked baby. But no. Patrick had, in fact, been shouting at ME for several minutes.

So here I am, naked, standing in Trey's room, and see Patrick holding Trey's feet up and everything around the two of them is covered in poo. There is a gigantic pile on the floor, like Trey had just squatted and decided to do his business on the floor, sans diaper. There is also some poo dripping down the side of the dresser/changing table. And, of course, the changing table pad is COVERED in poo. Amidst it all, Trey is just laying there, content as can be with his feet and butt in the air, staring at his daddy, and probably wondering what all the fuss in about.

I'm not really sure what exactly happened. I don't know if the poo came first, or if Patrick picked up the baby while he was naked and THEN he poo'd. Despite the order of events, it was a priceless moment. And I forgot to take a photo.


(By the way, when Trey and I got to my work this morning, I noticed small poo stains on his feet. So we left a trail of poo from home to work.)

operator

bathroom time

I'm a terrible blogger. It's just because our computer crashed, then I went back to work and haven't thought about the blog until just this second. At any rate, this kid is gigantic now. I was washing the car seat cover last night and as I was taking it off the instructions said that babies 25 inches or more should not be using that carseat. Um, Trey was 24 inches at his last dr's appt almost 4 weeks ago. So do we need a new carseat ALREADY? He doesn't weigh so much--he was 11 lbs, 2 oz at his 2 month old appt, so he must be 2-3 lbs more now? Mr. Long-and-Skinny.

He's practically laughing now--I'm just waiting for him to burst out one of these times. We just bought him a glo-worm, which makes him grin like crazy and his face looks like it's laughing, he just doesn't make the sound.

Next on the agenda for Trey is adjusting to the workplace. He's usually pretty good and has been on a wonderful schedule, but that went a little haywire this week for some reason. He's been crying in the afternoon for no apparent reason (besides wanting to go home, probably) and making me absolutely nuts. Good thing we have to leave by 3pm. As happy as I am that I get to bring him to work, he makes me absolutely exhausted. I have him all day long, get home and have more mommy-Trey time so daddy can study, then I feed him and put him down at night. I know kids are a lot of work, but I really relish my bathroom time.

Oh, and Trey has a new girlfriend. Some friends of ours had a baby on June 30, a little girl named Greta who was almost exactly the same size as Trey when he was born. They are so cute together! I'll post some photos when I get them. Trey is about twice her size, and it seems really incredible that he was once her size. So tiny!