Thursday, January 26, 2012

Seven Months

My baby CJ is seven months old today. I can't believe how much he has changed since he was a tiny (9 pound) newborn.
But at the same time, it's as if he has always been just as he is right now.

He weighs 22 pounds and at his last checkup was 28 inches long--roughly 95th percentile for both. He rolls and rolls and rolls, all day long. He works hard on sitting up, but sometimes still does a random faceplant.

He is starting to like certain solid foods. Last night I sat him in his high chair and, assuming sweet potatoes were on the way, he opened his mouth like a baby bird. Except I gave him pureed peas. Oh, the face he made.
Lame, mama. Totally lame.
He has a variety of hobbies:
  • Babbling, cooing, screeching, blowing raspberries, and growling.
  • Watching the cats do pretty much anything. As soon as he catches a glimpse of one of the kitties he starts bouncing, babbling, and smiling.
  • Standing on the couch to look out the window and watch the cars zoom by.
  • Taking off his socks and trying to eat them.
  • Going for walks outside.
  • Stealing things off of the coffee table.
  • Taking baths.
  • Playing with daddy.

He goes to bed at 7pm and usually sleeps through the night until 6 or 7 am. Naps continue to be a challenge, but are trending in a good direction.

His extreme fussiness (I won't call it colic. Even though it sucked, it was nowhere near what some of my friends have described) has almost disappeared, although it does tend to rear its ugly head around 5pm. This is what I call "Mandatory Moby Wrap Time".

Me? I never fuss.

Except when I'm sleepy, of course.

But even if he fussed all day and night and never let me sleep a wink, I would love him anyway. Did my heart love till now?

Friday, January 20, 2012

Now what?

When I tell people I am a disastrous cook they roll their eyes heavenward and say, "Oh Eva, it can't be that bad."

Oh yes it can. Take last night for example.

The new semester has just started for Nemo and he has been working incredibly hard. When it became clear that he wasn't going to be home in time to give CJ his bath (a duty I am shamelessly trying to shove off onto poor Nemo) I put on my big girl pants and decided to Handle It.

Nemo finally got home just as I was getting CJ in his jammies, and when I sat down to give CJ his bedtime bottle Nemo sat down at the kitchen table to do MORE work. A little part of me said, "Hey what about my dinner?" but most of me was pretty empowered from doing bedtime on my own, so I decided to keep on Handling It. Once CJ was in bed I set about making dinner.

Meatball hoagies were on the menu, but someone (I won't say who) forgot to pick up sub buns.

Plan B: What we call "Ghetto Chicken Parmesan", which is spaghetti with chicken nuggets and melted mozzarella. I already had the spaghetti cooking when I realized that we didn't have any chicken nuggets either. Dangit.

Plan C: Spaghetti with meatballs. I started browning the frozen meatballs in a pot, only to realize several minutes later that the plastic spoon I was using was much shorter than it had been when I began. So that's what the weird whitish stuff in the pot was! Not fat from the meatballs; melted plastic spoon.

Plan D: Dump the ground beef leftover from taco night into the sauce and serve it up. Drink a beer.

And that, friends, is why I am not the primary cook in this household.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Keeping it Clean

My family was not one that was overly concerned with order or cleanliness. There was lots of love and lots of lessons learned, but somehow I never learned how to clean.

Since becoming a stay-at-homer in November I have really been struggling with this aspect. I have the desire to keep a home neat and hygienic (it's peer pressure; all my friends have such nice homes!) but what I don't have is the knowledge to actually get it done.

Sure, I know the basics of floor washing, vacuuming, and toilet scrubbing, but I can't help feeling that this is the bare minimum and that there is something I'm missing. I'm sure someone who has a Better Homes and Gardens-type home does more than wipe out the sink once a week, you know?

My aunt, who recently told me that one is supposed to clean the bottoms of copper pots regularly (I was truly shocked; I've literally never done this) and whose home always seems to be clean, has been trying to get me in to FlyLady. Man, I have been trying because the website does point out a lot of chores I tend to ignore out of habit, like cleaning cobwebs from the ceiling. But it all seems so complicated. I can't keep all of the morning rituals, monthly focuses, hotspots, zones, missions, and umpteen daily emails straight. I know it works for a lot of people but I don't know if it is going to work for me.

I've been scouring the internet for FlyLady alternatives, but so far I haven't turned up anything good. I guess I'll just keep on trying to developing my own system and consulting the internet when I need to ("how do you clean a stove?" "how to you get stains out of clothing?" "how often do I REALLY need to clean out my fridge?" and the like).

Here's to winging it!

Friday, January 13, 2012

7 Quick Takes Friday Vol. 7

1. We have decided to put off our kitchen renovation until May when Nemo's semester ends, that way he only has to stress about one thing at a time. It was my suggestion, but it still bums me out a little. I want a nice kitchen NOW!

2. Because of #1, we broke down and bought a stove on Crai.gslist for $50, because there was absolutely no way I could do without pasta until the summer. We can cook all kinds of things now. Hooray!

3. I've been watching Downton Abbey for the past few days, and I'm almost to the end of the episodes that are currently available. I just can't get enough!

4. CJ has started eating solid foods. I give him pureed stuff occasionally but I find it to be extremely tedious. Recently I started reading a lot about Baby Led Weaning, so now I mostly just give him people food to munch on, like toast.
Check the indomitable bed head.

5. We talked to our realtor in Old City yesterday, and apparently since our old house was listed as vacant there has been people in there almost every single day. This is such. good. news. I can't even tell you.

6. Baby proofing needs to begin. CJ hasn't started crawling yet but he rolls over (and over and over) to get himself to where he wants to go. And he always wants to be somewhere where he can get into trouble.

7. I am so thankful for the winter weather we got today. The warm weather was nice, but honestly it was beginning to creep me out. January is not supposed to be 65 degrees, you know?

Monday, January 9, 2012

Moving...moving...moved

Even with professional movers, our moving experience was a week-long stress extravaganza. I wish I had handled it more gracefully!

January 3: We arrive home from our New Year travels, late in the evening as our 5 our tip had ended up being over seven hours due to bad weather.

January 4: Movers come to pack our belongings into boxes. CJ stayed the day with his Godmother as there really was no place to play or nap.

January 5: Nemo, CJ and I head to New City to close on the house while my in-laws babysit the movers at soon-to-be old house as the furniture and boxes are getting loaded into the truck. When we get back from the closing I try to take care of CJ without the benefit of furniture while in-laws and Nemo clean and organize. At the end of the day we are left with 2 suitcases, an air mattress, a pack and play, 2 kitties and their paraphernalia, and all t he stuff that the movers couldn't take, like propane tanks and cleaning supplies.

January 6: Nemo leaves very early to meet the movers at new house, while in-laws and I try to get everything else ready to go. What we though was just "a couple of left over things" turned out to fill two cars to the brim. Kitties are doped up and we get the show on the road.

Moving stuff into the house turns out to be the longest process of them all. Of course the furniture is the last thing to be moved in, so I again have to spend the day feeding CJ while sitting on the floor. At least the new house has carpeting!

Around lunchtime I start to develop a migraine. Of course. I haven't had one in almost a decade but one shows up NOW. I have to put up with it until one room is completed and I lie down on a bare mattress and sleep it off for two hours.

I wake up refreshed and we all start to put things in order. It's a big job.

January 7: Another organizing and putting stuff away day. Nemo and my father-in-law spend the day constructing an awesome shelving unit in the basement to hold all of the plastic totes we use for storage. Did I mention it was awesome?

January 8: We go to Mass at our new parish, but because it overlapped with nap time CJ was a mess for the rest of the day and basically had to be in the sling all day long, so I was pretty useless. Nemo was much more productive. He built a couple of things and moved a ton of stuff and even cleaned up for me.

And that brings us to now. There are still boxes everywhere but be are slowly making headway. We should have it in order in the next week or so, then we get to take on the Herculean task of renovating the kitchen!