Thursday, September 21, 2006

Our clothes washer died mid-cycle yesterday, leaving a tub full of dirty water and cloth diapers. I had to pick out all the diapers, squeeze them out, and lug them to my parents' house in a garbage bag because we needed them last night. Let me tell you: if I ever doubted those diapers' absorbancy, it all ended when I felt how heavy they were, even after being wrung out!

I have to take Caspian's laundry over today, since he has a full basket. Do you know how much babywear it takes to fill a whole basket? We have got to get another washer...

GROWTH UPDATE: Caspian's post-diaper pre-feed weight yesterday afternoon was 13lb12oz! That's 6oz in three days! He's not super chubby, though, so he must be growing lengthwise to match.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

I have mixed feelings about kids' message clothes. Many of them are unacceptable to me, like "That's it -- I'm going to grandma's" and "Don't make me call grandma" and "Spoiled Rotten." I know it's just fun for the grown-ups and the kids don't even understand, but I just don't like that kind of message walking around on my child.

You can have cute and funny messages without promoting a poor attitude. I like things like "I'm not spoiled rotten -- I just smell that way" and "Free burps with every fill-up!"

MILESTONE: Today was Caspian's first time with a babysitter. Well, it was Grandma and Grandpa, but Mommy still left him to go somewhere. It was a much bigger deal for me than for him. I had to go to quartet rehearsal, and Charlie's flight back from a conference in Seattle landed an hour later, so Grandma Bonnie and Grandpa Kirk came over to watch Caspian for two hours.
I'm either 1/9 beautiful or 1/3 beautiful...



How to make a Talia Jenea
Ingredients:

3 parts competetiveness

5 parts self-sufficiency

1 part beauty
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Top it off with a sprinkle of curiosity and enjoy!



How to make a TaliaJenea
Ingredients:

1 part intelligence

1 part brilliance

1 part beauty
Method:
Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of emotion

Monday, September 18, 2006

I breastfed standing up for the first time! I had to answer the door for Amie and didn't want to detach him, so I just tucked his body under my arm, supported his head, and stood up! He had no problem staying latched -- it was hilarious!

Let me just say, single parents are amazing. Just going two nights without Charlie here has made me so grateful to be married!

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Caspian is growing up so fast! {{sniff, sniff}}

We brought back the Higginbotham Family baby scale from Stu and Steph's wedding, so we get to weigh the baby whenever we want. He was 11lb 11oz and 23" at his last appointment, on September 1st. Last night he clocked in at 13lb 1oz, and tonight, he weighed 13lb 6oz! And those are pre-feeding weights, too. I'll measure his length once he's sound asleep and can be laid straight.

MILESTONE OF THE DAY: Caspian's in his big boy diapers now!
He's outgrown the Sandy's XS and has finally transitioned into the Motherease OneSize.
The legs on the Sandy's have been tight for a while. We tried putting him in the OneSize just this past week, and they were still a little too big -- but they fit now! He's currently wearing our only small AirFlow cover, which is intended for 6-12lbs but fits him with room to spare. We also have four medium covers, which are for 10-20lbs.

Monday, September 11, 2006

More strangers got to see my breasts this week! I fed Caspian in the Dallas airport (twice), on all four flight legs, in Stuart's car at the Denver airport, in the chapel at the United States Air Force Academy (twice), at the bachelorette party (a jazz club at a catering school), at King's Land Seafood Restaurant, in the office at The Phantom Canyon Brewery Company, and the TV room of our host's home. Praise God: latching him on is getting a lot easier, as is nursing in the cradle hold (and without a Boppy!). By the time we flew home, he was latching like a pro. I wouldn't mind getting some nursing tops, though. I always have to pull up my regular shirt, and exposing my post-pregnancy tummy embarrasses me more than breastfeeding in public.

Nobody ever had a problem with it either! We kind of expected a stewardess or some other passenger to complain about my partially-visible boobage, but no one ever did. Of course, I wasn't flashing myself out there or anything, and we were very discreet, but I NEVER put a blanket over his head while he's nursing. People expect it if you're going to breastfeed in public, but I won't do it. I tried it once at a friend's wedding, and it was awful for both Caspian and me. I couldn't see his face to make sure he was eating and latched on properly; he got overheated; the blanket kept falling and I had no hand free to fix it -- it was a mess. I tried putting it over both our heads, so I could at least see him, and that was awful too. Now I figure, hey, if you "don't want to see that kind of thing," just look away -- it's that easy. My baby's just having his dinner, and nobody's making you watch. It's not like my feelings will be hurt if you look away.

In case anyone's wondering, it is now a protected legal right in most states to breastfeed in public. And if nursing in public offends you and you don't want to turn away, well, you're welcome to put a blanket over your head.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Thursday night, we took Caspian to Wal-Mart. We expected that he would stay asleep in gis stroller (or at least content) as usual, but he kept fussing! We finally figured out that he just wanted to look around instead of being covered by both canopies. Mommy had to get over the lowering of the token germ barrier , but he was absolutely fine once he got a clear view of the outside world.

Caspian is up to 11lbs, 11oz and 23"! The ped wrote us a prescription for Desitin so we can take it on the plane with us. I'm now four pounds below my pre-pg weight! Breastfeeding is awesome. Wait, before anyone resents me, remember: I still probably weigh more now than you did pregnant.