Two Months

Ferris is officially two months old today!

Aside from the still-waking-up-three-times-a-night thing, two months is pretty fun. He’s getting chubby cheeks and chunky thighs, and he’s SMILING, oh does this kid SMILE! Exhibit A:

He’s also laughing? I think? Do they laugh at two months? In any case, it’s some very serious smiling. And the cooing. MY GOD, the cooing. I die.

He weighed in at the doc yesterday at a whopping 12 lbs. 12 oz. So, we’re already moving up to 3 month clothes and size 2 dipes.

He is still refusing the pacifier on most occasions. He typically only takes it for some calming action mid-day if we’re out and about. I have, however, had to train myself in the fine art of realizing when he’s gagging even if he’s in the Moby and I can’t see his face. Because he spit up approximately a gallon of milk all over himself and me and the floor of the elementary school library while we were on a Kindergarten tour, from gagging on the pacifier. But thankfully we were surrounded by other parents who, you know, get it. The soothie pacifier was suggested by someone. Also, rubbing it on myself? I suppose so it tastes like he’s nursing, but, weird. For now he’s just sucking on my finger if he needs something, and he’s still trying like hell to get his thumb in his mouth. Which I am still heavily discouraging, but if we end up with a thumb sucker, meh. Things could be worse.

From my side of things, I think I’ve finally hit my stride as a mama of two. We are seeing the light at the end of the tunnel when it comes to Bowie’s neediness and regression (though our presence has been requested in the preschool director’s office on Monday, womp). He’s been such a handful, and I’m doing my absolute best, but newborns are pretty darn needy little things too, so things have not been going super awesomely well. I’ve just been trying to give in whenever I can. For example, he’s been wanting to make this “flying kitty” costume for days now, so yesterday I found a Michael’s gift card in my wallet and went crazy. We got stuff to make the flying kitty costume, but I got a ton of other stuff too, to keep him busy and to keep mama from flicking on the TV whenever she needs a moment of peace.

I find now that I am both busting out of my depression and getting enough sleep to function during the day that I am excited to do stuff too, like crafting, baking, reading, WRITING. I signed up for my girl Alice Bradley’s writing-prompt-a-day for December, and I plan to write my shrinking booty off. It’s been a long, long, LONG time, way too long, since I’ve worked on anything creative aside from the blog. But, don’t get my wrong, I love doing the blog. It’s just…I need to work those writing muscles more.

Ok, this post is supposed to be about Ferris, how did it become about Bowie and me?

So, anyway, he got his two month vaccinations yesterday, which were just as hard to take with the second baby as they were with the first. For some reason I thought it might get easier to watch Ferris get poked with needles, but turns out, NOPE. TOTALLY NOT. And guess what? While we were there, Bowie also got his flu shot, and that was GUT-WRENCHING as well. So, if you have two kids, you are not desensitized to the second one getting hurt, you have merely doubled your incredible sensitivity to watching your kid get hurt. You know, your heart walking around outside of your body and all of that.

I think Ferris may also have adopted a lovey already. I’ve been trying out some different toys lately, letting him practice his grip and feel the textures and all of that great developmental stuff. I had gotten one of these Taggies blankets in our Citrus Lane shipment one month when I was still pregnant, and I thought that might be interesting, because he’s always grabbing the edges of blankets and shirts and stuff. Turns out, he LOVES the thing, and it seems to help soothe him to sleep when he needs it. I am never without it, which I think means it’s officially moved into lovey territory.

All in all, like I said, two months is pretty fun. I’d say, “Let’s freeze time!”, but I would like to be sleeping through the night, and I would like Bowie’s behavior to get back up to snuff. We’ll see where we are next month. So, whoever’s working on that whole Keeping them Babies Forever project, if you could like, finish up with that, okay?

One Month

Ferris is a month old already!

At his two week checkup, he weighed 8 pounds 6 ounces, still down a bit from his birth weight. And he was still at 21 inches long. This week at his one month check up, he was 9 pounds 6 ounces and 22 inches long! After just two weeks! So, all of my worrying about “I have to limit his feeding to help with the spitting up, but is he getting enough?” is just silly. Clearly he’s getting enough.

This also reminded me I still needed to get a baby book. Because, the milestones! They’re happening already! In addition to growing so fast we can practically see it happening before our very eyes, he’s also starting to smile and coo, and he can track an object close to his face. (Which means he’s a genius, obviously.)

The past month has gone by so fast! And I was warned about this. They say it goes fast with your first, and even faster with your second. You blink and they’re going off to gradeschool. And why is it so much faster with the second? Because you’re too flipping busy to stop and savor the moments.

If you need me, I’ll be over there smelling the roses.

P.S. I weighed in at 138 at the doctor yesterday. BOOYAH.


Whenever I have a conversation with a friend who already has more than one child, the topic of how different they all are from one another always comes up. Little Johnny did x, y and z. Little Susie did none of those, she did a, b and c instead.

The basic feeling you leave this conversation with each time is HOLY LORD, my baby was such an awesome sleeper / eater / pooper / bather / babysitter stayer-wither that surely, SURELY, another child will just be hell.

I’m trying not to psych myself out too much on the subject. But, there are a few things I’m starting to wonder about as Life With Two Children creeps closer and closer.

Here’s a list of the things Bowie never did:

1. Spit up. Never. Really, he literally never did.

2. Require formula. Breastfed like a champ. Took me a few weeks to get used to it, but he was right there from day 1.

3. Need to go to the emergency room. Not once! Well, knock on wood, the kid is only 4. But I read about people having to take their infant to the ER and I can feel the terror in my veins.

4. Get constipated. Never. Not once. Oh the horror stories I’ve read about babies who can’t poop.

And some things Bowie thankfully did spectacularly:

1. Slept. At first it was the typical newborn wake-every-two-hours routine. But, within a month he was sleeping 4 hours at a time overnight, and slept through the night at 3 months old.

2. Like I said, breastfed. Zero issues. 13 months. Nailed it.

3. Self soothed with a pacifier. As a wee one, he had trouble keeping it in his mouth. But, it always worked to help soothe him to sleep. See also: didn’t become a thumbsucker.

4. Didn’t get attached to a lovey. I kind of secretly hoped he would. It’s just cute. I also assumed he would, as for a time in my own childhood I couldn’t leave the house without my stuffed Bugs Bunny, two small stuffed dogs and two blankets. But now I’m pretty glad, both because I’ve never had the “WHERE’S THE LOVEY?” bedtime scare, and also it says a lot about his confidence.

5. Transition to a toddler bed. SEAMLESS. Well, he fell out the first few nights. But after that ended: SEAMLESS.

So, I kind of have a mini heart attack whenever I think about having to do these things all over again with Little Man #2. Clearly it won’t go they way it did before. There’s just no way we could be that lucky twice.

And there are some things Bowie didn’t do well at all. Like not even a little bit:

1. Potty training. Holy hell you guys, it took us an entire year and a half to get this kid fully, completely, wearing-underpants-instead-of-Pull-Ups potty trained. When people warn you as a new parent that you’ll be dealing with lot of pee and poo, they’re not talking about diapers. 

2. Fall asleep alone. As a baby he would nurse until he fell asleep. And when I weaned, I gave him a cup of milk which he drank to fall asleep. And when we finally, begrudgingly, took away the cup of milk around age 2 1/2, one of us had to sit in there with him or lie in his bed with him until he drifted off. We’ve only been able to leave him alone in his room, unassisted in any way, to fall asleep for about 3 months now. Yes, three months ago, I was still climbing in bed with him. And even now, bedtime is still not without its hang ups.

3. Napping. Well, he did fine. Average. I mean, I did tell you he was a great sleeper. But, he was totally done with naps by age 2. I was so jealous of all my playgroup friends who were so bummed to have to leave to get home for naptime. I wanted to shake them and yell, “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LUCKY YOU ARE?” Not that he absolutely won’t ever take a nap, BUT if we allow it, he will be up until 10, maybe 11 p.m. So not cool. But I have friends with 4 year olds who can allow a nap, and still have a reasonable bedtime. SO. JEALOUS.

In a perfect world, some of this stuff would be exactly the same for the new dude, and some stuff would be totally the opposite. But, need I remind you, this is not a perfect world? It’s a little terrifying, the prospect of not knowing how all this stuff is gonna go down. I feel pretty confident doing this mom thing, but they’re going to hand me a tiny, squirmy, blank slate of a human being in 5 weeks. And it’s going to be, “What the heck do I do with this?” all over again.

If you have 2 or more kiddos, how did it go for you? Were they pretty much the same as each other? Or were they so vastly different from each other that you refuse to believe that they are made of the same genetic material?

Fast Forward

I remember last year around this time, right after Bowie had started at preschool, wondering where the line was drawn between “toddler” and “preschooler”.

For a while now, we’ve been clearly in preschooler territory. When he started going up and down steps by himself, I figured he was no longer “toddling” and I had to stop calling him a toddler.

But all of a sudden, just in the past week or so, he’s doing all this stuff.

Pulling stools and chairs around to get at things he can’t reach. Getting his own food from the cupboard and fridge. Turning the water faucets on and off (and telling me, “H is for hot and C is for cold, mama!”). Putting on his own shoes. Going potty without help. Spitting after brushing his teeth. Forming complete sentences. Threading string through pasta to make a cool pasta necklace, all by himself.


So, now I’m wondering, where is the line between “preschooler” and just…”kid”? And how did we get to this line so quickly?

Everyone says the first year goes so fast. And it does! Yes, it does! But, what they don’t tell you, is every year after that goes exponentially faster. Until, I’m envisioning, you’ve got a teenager standing in front of you, and you’re like, “What the hell just happened?”

Mostly, I’m lamenting the fact that gone are the days when we can put the cookies and candy high up on a shelf, and not only can he not reach them, but he forgets all about them. No more. Now he’s smart. Really smart. And strong enough to carry the footstool across the kitchen.

18 Months

I never got into the writing a letter to my kid every month thing, but for some reason, 18 months seems like one of those really important milestone ages and I just had some musings on it, so here we go.

You are 18 months now, kiddo. I cannot believe it has been a full year and a half since you were born, because I can remember even the most minute detail about your birth as if it happened just yesterday. But now you’re walking, running, talking, playing with toys in their intended fashion, you’re growing up! And everyone says that before I know it, we’ll be celebrating 18 years. I think I believe them.

Right now, your favorite words are “doggie” and “daddy”, but since you seem to enjoy hugging me more than hugging doggie or daddy, I don’t take insult at the fact that you haven’t gotten the word “mommy” down quite yet.

You’ve mastered the art of the tantrum, and some days I want to pull all my hair out and throw the couch through the window, but I remind myself that it’s a phase. At least I flipping hope so! And you’re teaching me to be a more patient and understanding person. So there’s that.

Every day with you is a complete joy, tantrums, poopy diapers and all. As I watch you grow and change, it becomes harder and harder to believe that you are something that I made inside of me (well, with a little help from nature). I used to think I’d want you to be a baby forever, but now I find myself eager to see what comes next.

Love you kiddo.