Saturday, January 30, 2010

We are 9 months

I know. I've been a bad baby blogger but here I AM!

Thurston had his 9 month appointment on Tuesday. He flashed his one-tooth grin at his pediatrician and tried to grab her stethoscope. She was charmed. He weighed in at 17 lbs, 7 ounces and measured 27.5 inches long. This puts him in the 8th percentile in weight and 69th in height. He's just chugging along on his own curve as it seems. I told his pediatrician that I was pretty sure he was so skinny because he couldn't keep still. She said he seems to be doing great and was unconcerned about his low weight.

And yes, we've got a tooth. One tooth. His left front tooth came in about two weeks ago. He's really working hard on the right one and I expect it to rear it's razor-sharp head in the next day or two. I can tell it's pretty painful for the poor guy and he looks up at me like, "Mama, why must you let it hurt me so much?? Why??? Wahhhhh!!!"

Speaking of razor-sharp, my poor boob has had the brunt of the teething experience. It's really awesome to scream out in pain from a bite and find your son looking up at you and squealing with delight. Little monster.

We struggled at first with solid foods but now this kid'll eat almost anything I give him...except baby food - unless it's fruit. He also hates rice cereal. Shrug. Go figure. I've been taking bits of whatever I cook for myself and using the magic bullet to grind it up to lumpy goodness. Last night we had parsnips, carrots, onions, and kale with wheat capellini. Yum.

These past couple months with him have been really fun. He's at such a great age. Everything is new and exciting. He laughs at the most random moments and catches me off guard. He learns something new to do to scare the wits out of me every day - like climb the stairs or scavage for choking hazards on the floor. Luckily he tries to chew on power cords less often these days but he loves to try to get to Daddy's records (big no-no) and he loves pulling the trash out and dumping it onto the floor.

It's easier to clean the house these days - I just plop him down next to the dishwaser as I load it (he likes to help) or place him up against the bathtub as I scrub it (he's fascinated with the bathtub). I'm finding it easier to get my work-outs in now that I can just strap him in the jogging stroller and take off around the neighborhood. Sometimes I can even read (kind of) while he plays with his toys.

Oh and he just smells so good and his skin is so soft and he makes sweetest sounds when he sleeps...

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Thurston loves....

Gumming apple chunks
Gumming pear chunks
Baby food bananas (but not fresh)
Sweet potatoes (still warm from the oven)
Teething biscuits
Oh and Prunes


Saturday, January 9, 2010


Just like Dad:

Friday, January 8, 2010


At the end, he spit up all over me. ;)

Saturday, January 2, 2010

In Thurston's Words

Aaahhhhhaaaooooooooo...alhhhh alh hu uh! Uh! UHHH! Allgghhh brrrrpphhhh....cuh cuh cuh hehhhehhcu. uch. Waahwa da bawa. Ahhh ahhcccc. AhhhAAAHHH aacchhhAAHH. Duh wabwa! Mmmhoooo mmhhooooo mhu!

Friday, January 1, 2010

I hate my boob

Yes. I do. It looks all swollen and warped and it is so tender - radiating pain every time I bump against it. I noticed I had a blocked milk duct the night before last and I nursed and massaged and nursed and massaged with no avail. I pumped at work yesterday every two hours with make-shift warm compresses between and during pumping sessions. By make-shift, I mean a bundle of wet paper towels that I nuked until steaming and then wrapped in plastic wrap to insulate. Did I tell you mothers are resourceful? For the record, my boss came up with the idea herself when I complained of it to her. She's a mother of two and we talk about everything parenting.

Last night I tried taking a steaming hot shower while I pinched around the hard lumps and massaged them to try and work out the clog. I spent last night nursing and massaging frequently and still today it continues to pain me. Today I even brought out my hand pump after a feeding. I feel like I've done everything I can do. It's really frustrating. On the lucky side, I'm not showing any signs of mastitis - which is when the clogged duct becomes infected. I would know too, because I'd have a raging fever and flu-like symptoms. Aside from the localized pain and my lack for sanity, I feel fine.

On another note, Thurston helped me clean house today. And by clean house, I mean pull the books off the shelf, shuffle over to the fireplace to get into the pokers and brushes while I chased after him, pulled videos off the shelf, stand up against the tv stand and stare up at the tv while I freak out and run after him, try to chew on the lamp cord, and pull himself up on the couch to try and get the tv remote into his mouth. I did discover that Thurston loves pulling himself up to go through the contents of our fridge. I can set him in front of the open fridge while I load the dishwasher and clean the counter tops. This is also successful when cooking.

My new mantra: Chose Your Battles