Thursday, June 30, 2005

Under Construction

This site will be under construction for the next day or so. I accidentally blitzed my template and instead of rebuilding the same one, I'm toying with getting a new one. So bear with me. My links have also disappeared so I may be lost for a bit trying to find my way back to the blogs I frequent.

Take pity on me and post your blog link in my comments? Thanks!


The Bitch is Back

Yes, folks. I know you've been waiting. After 18 months and 30 days, Aunt Flo has returned to the house. Dusted off the Tampax this morning and read the instructions carefully. I guess this would explain the uncontrollable weeping and mood swings. This week anyway.

It's comforting to know my body is back on schedule. OTHERWISE IT JUST SUCKS.

Now back to your regularly scheduled lives. I know I am.

Please pass the Advil.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Note to Son: The Yelling

Please no more yelling. Yelling for food. Yelling for more food. Yelling for toys. Yelling for your knees to coordinate with your arms and hands to move. Yelling for the diaper change to end. Yelling for the clothes change to end. Yelling for yelling. Take pity on your poor mother. My eyes want to be gouged and my ears are bleeding. Last night I swore I could hear the ocean and I wasn't holding a shell to my ear. Please with the yelling.

Monday, June 27, 2005

Lake Winnepesaukee, New Hampshire

Liam: Checking out the view Posted by Hello

Friday, June 24, 2005

Getting out of Dodge

So we are headed to New Hampshire Lakes Region for the weekend. Hoping to give Liam his first taste (most likely, literally) of the Lake and beach and lots of family. We'll see you back on Monday! Have a great weekend!

And more from the Tom Cruise is an Ass files:
If you are bored, go hear to see Cruise foaming at the mouth during his Today Show interview with Matt Lauer. Apparently Tom had to set Lauer straight on a number of issues that Matt was lacking knowledge in, such as, "Matt, Matt, you don't even — you're glib. You don't even know what Ritalin is."

Thursday, June 23, 2005

First pool, first dip, first elephant

Liam and his friend Elephant. Posted by Hello

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Real Women Can Host Playgroup

So today was the day. My turn to host playgroup. Two baby girls and their mommies were due at the house between 12:30-1pm.

Now since it was LAST WEDNESDAY when I opened my fat mouth and offered to host, you would think that was ample time to get the house in order and presentable, as well as babyproofed appropriately, for 2 almost-walking babies. No. Of course not, you know me, dear Internet. I work best in CRISIS mode. Must be all those years supervising college freshmen and holding guys responsible for lovely transactions like puking in the water fountain and shitting in the laundry dryers (yes, a post for another day - aren't you lucky, dear reader).

Anyhow, there I was at 8am. FRENZIED CLEANING happening all over the place. So picture me hauling ass around the house and stopping ever 2 minutes or so to interact with Liam calmly and praise him for whatever he was doing. Except for when he was trying to make breakfast of the dogs' kibble.

But, people! It was coming together. Things were getting put away. Table tops cleared. Toys wiped free of the Incredible Multiplying Doghair. I was sweating - really getting a good work out. I believe I even shouted "Hoo-ah" at some point. Things were clicking so well that Liam even decided that the vacuum was not a toy of the Devil, but an interesting object to be studied.

Liam was ready for his morning nap at the perfect time - 9am. That gave me time to actually shower and not let my guests be first greeted by my body odor and babyfood-crusted hands, but by my winning Orbitz smile and a firm, yet warm, handshake. I showered and dressed within a half hour! People! It was ALL FALLING TOGETHER.

Liam woke promptly at 11:13am, allowing me to dress and nurse him without fear of the guests showing up while Liam was figuring out if he wanted to nurse or watch the milk-works display. I had him in his high chair, eating his lunch appetizer of cheese at 12 noon. I was a hero. I was SuperMom. I can have it all! It was 12:15 when I remembered I wanted to set up the Pack n' Play in case a mom wanted to drop her babe in to, say, use the toilet or refresh her gin & tonic.

Chicken Little, this is when the sky started falling.


Ok. Maybe I was running on adrenalin. Maybe I should have eaten breakfast... or lunch. Maybe I should have TRIED TO PUT THE GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT TOGETHER SOONER.

Sweat appeared in beads across my brow as I grunted, pulled, yanked and banged the thing to no avail. Of course when it doesn't work the first time, the obvious solution is to try again but HARDER and WITH MORE CURSES.

Liam, I'm sorry that Mommy introduced you to many new and FOUL words today. It wasn't your fault. In fact, I'm not sure what confused you more, when I yelled the curse or when I immediately turned around and said calmly with a smile, "It's ok. Mommy's just having a hard time with the pack n' play."

After 5 frustrating minutes where things did not go my way and I had steam pouring out of every orifice, I called my very lucky husband. I let him know the situation using the same vulgar language. I'm sure he was shocked and appalled that his dainty and reserved wife could utter such atrocious words.

He wasn't any help. But could he really help an insane, cursing woman who had put him on speaker so she could thrash the pack n' play some more and curse using hand gestures?

Finally I gave up if only to compose myself. Ok, really I had to stop because the first mom had arrived.

She got it together in 30 seconds. Not. One. Curse. Was. Uttered.

I can't be sure but I think Liam tried to crawl into her diaper bag. I only noticed because I was already in there.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005


One of the funnier stand up routines I've seen was a George Carlin rant about "Stuff." Basically, he says that we all have "stuff." We need places to put our stuff. Then we need bigger places because we accumulate more stuff.

We here in the House that Stuff Built.... we have got a Shitload of Stuff.

We have so much Stuff that the idea of organizing it makes me feel weak. And I get confused if it's weak from being overwhelmed or weak with hunger . So I usually go have a snack and forget about organizing Stuff.

I've got Stuff from when I was young still cluttering up my parents attic. My mum wants me to get that Stuff and bring it here and store it with the rest of my Stuff. But that stuff is Old Stuff and I don't really want Old Stuff. I mean, if I'm not thinking, remembering or needing the Old Stuff, then why add to the Current Stuff I have? Then again, my parents have their own Stuff and don't need or have any attachment to my Old Stuff either. I guess the Old Stuff should be tossed with the Trash Stuff.

My husband came home one day from visiting his parents with a truckload of HIS Old Stuff. His mother sent it home with him and he took it. Thank you, Mary. We do not need his Old Stuff either. This stuff is still in the Rubbermaid containers (speaking of which - Rubbermaid has made a fortune from containing Stuff). It has moved from one side of the cellar to the other. It will probably join us at our next house. Old Stuff sucks! Too much nostalgia is tied to Old Stuff making it hard to put with the Trash Stuff.

This weekend at my in-laws, my mother-in-law once again slyly got us into taking some Old Stuff home. It was a small amount of stuff. Not enough to require a precious Rubbermaid container so it didn't draw any suspicion at first. I went to put Food Stuff in the car today and saw the Old Stuff on the floor of the car. DAMN IT. More Stuff.

Liam has Stuff. Baby Stuff. Talk about a goldmine. Make and sell some baby-related item and become the George Foreman of Baby Stuff. The Baby Stuff is everywhere. It costs so much you can't get rid of the Big Baby Stuff. And the Small Baby Stuff somehow finds the arch of your foot when you walk across the floor.

There is another kind of Baby Stuff too. I noticed this Stuff after Liam's afternoon nap. Seems he was storing some Babyfood Stuff behind his right ear. Guess he's waiting until it becomes Old Stuff so he can drop that Stuff off with his dad, too.

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Happy Dada's Day!

Liam and his daddy. Posted by Hello

Happy Pupa's Day!

Happy Father's Day, Dad. Posted by Hello

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Happy Grampy's Day!

Happy Father's Day, Dan [Sr.]. Posted by Hello

Saturday, June 18, 2005

I Am From

There is a poem meme working its way through bloggerville. So thought I'd give it a try. It works somwhat like Mad libs. You can find the formula here.


I am from a house on a hill, from Chef Boyardee and salami sandwiches and mocha cakes.

I am from the most well-loved home on the road, white with blue shutters and two driveways. From a black dog in the yard, fresh cut grass, and a bag of charcoal on the porch.

I am from the Morning Glories and tomato plants, and joyful flowers rising in the sunshine. And from the sound of lawnmowing, dogs barking, kids yelling, big wheels skidding and birds chanting.

I am from Sunday dinners and football and self-depreciating humor and laughter, from Nana and Jay and Bupa and Bo Diddley and "5 fat guys sitting around a table."

I am from pride and integrity.

From "living up to your potential" and "don't make me come in there" and "you aren't 'other kids.'"

I am from Irish Catholic guilt. From letting someone down being worse than punishment. From fearing an after-dinner "discussion."

I'm from Woburn and Lowell and Ireland, Thanksgiving turkey and shepard's pie and whatever Dad baked this week.

From the day Jay stuck a pitchfork through his toe, the year of Dad's back problems, and the day we brought Beth to college.

I am from photos and videos and boxes collecting dust in their attic. From repeated stories and family lore. From laughs at each others expense and pats on the back. From a proud mum and dad.

I am from there.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Bad Dream

This morning, just before waking up, I had a horrible dream. This monster with BIG HUGE white teeth was coming after me. He had this annoying laugh and kept clapping his hands together hard and pumping his fist. Just when I thought I had turned the corner and escaped, the monster was there in front of me again, jumping up and down screaming, "LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!" He was tyrannical and laughed like a madman. He scared the everloving shit right out of me. I woke up in a cold sweat.

When I turned on the news, it all made sense.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Inside the Mamas' Studio

Carrie was offering to interview people from her blog. So I said sure and this is what happens next.

The Official Interview Game Rules
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying "interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions; each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.


1. Motherhood... that's a big-ass word. How has your perception of motherhood changed from one year ago? You were what... 6 months preggo at the time? How has your perception of motherhood stayed the same?
It seems like a lifetime and many naive days ago that I was just a pregnant gal waiting for the baby to arrive. I believe I am a better mother than I thought I would be. Mothering is way more difficult and consuming than I ever believed possible. There is no escape. No "going home for the weekend," no vacations, to quote my friend Jeff "no losing your shit" in front of the baby. But I have never had a job that made me happy to wake up every single morning. Even if the day before was AWFUL, Liam's smile opens my heart to a new day. I always thought my baby would change everything. And it has. But I don't believe the depth of which can be truly understood by someone if they aren't a parent. That may sound pompous but it feels true to me.

2. What do you feel will be your biggest challenge and biggest reward as a woman raising a little boy? raising Liam as a teenager?
Well this is interesting. I love having a little boy. At first I was little - not unhappy - but I daresay disappointed that it wasn't a girl growing in my belly. That quickly went away. I mean come on. Lots of moms dream of dressing their little girl up in cutesy outfits and dresses. I worry about the years of extreme limit testing and constant motion. Can I keep up? Will I be able to keep it together? As for a teenage boy, I think after working a Residence Hall Director for 300 freshmen men I have bit of an idea about their psyche. I don't assume I'll have all the answers. I just want to raise a strong man who knows how to treat people with tolerance, sensitivity and respect. And to expect the same for himself. I also want to make sure he takes care of himself and doesn't get himself into a situation where he makes a poor decision in the heat of the moment - whether it's a girl or drugs or cheating on an exam.

3. What are three traits of yours that you do NOT want Liam to have? What are three traits of yours that you pray Liam will also have?
I pray he does not have these traits:
1. I care too much about what others think of me...
2. Which can feed into self-esteem issues...
3. Which makes me a control freak.

I pray he has these traits:
1. I place a high value on family and friends
2. I follow my heart
3. I embrace the 3 Rs: Respect for yourself, respect for others, responsibility for all your actions.

4. Liam was Baptized. Are you a religious person? what about spiritual? How have these traits changed in your life; more specifically... from when you were growing up, your single days, your child-less days with Dan, and now as a mother?
Wowser this could be a book. Yes I feel I'm religious though not in an organized way. I believe in God, that Christ died for us, and that we all have a purpose in this life. I have lost faith in the preachers of this message. Liam was Baptized to begin a relationship with God and faith. I also believe in fate and karma.

I was afraid of God when I was little. My parents had a picture of a young Jesus that hung in a hallway. It scared me to death. I was afraid of being judged and sent to hell. Not sure where I got these ideas as my parents weren't Bible-thumpers or Holy Rollers. I thought God would tell Santa I was bad. I was afraid I would be alone when God finally took His time to actually speak to me in a deep commanding voice and it would be WAY spooky. I didn't like to be in the hallway in the dark with Jesus. God I sound SCREWED UP. Maybe I watched The Ten Commandments one too many times.

Once I got older, I had my own relationship with God. I prayed, and still do, every night. Not aloud - in my head. But I've never felt tied to the Catholic Church. I don't believe that God cares if I go every week. I also don't believe my God cares if someone has ever been divorced or not. My parents are both divorced, so because their previous marriages werent anulled, they couldn't receive the sacrament of Communion. To me this goes against the belief in a forgiving and generous God. What does God care about paper contracts between people if the love between them is good and right?

My husband isn't as much of a believer. He has the mind of a scientist and that mind doesn't believe that God exists. Though in my heart I know if something were wrong with me or our son, he would be asking God for help.

As a mother, I believe my greatest proof of God is my son.

5. And finally... you brought it up, so I'm going to go there. what IS the deal with you and Hong Kong Phooey and the Grape Ape?
Carrie brought up Grape Ape and Hong Kong Phooey and I was making a joke to irritate her brother. There is nothing going on with me and those cartoon characters. I actually don't have much memory of Grape Ape. But I remember watching Hong Kong Phooey with my brother.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

We are the champions, my friends

So maybe you've been wondering where I have been lately. I know- I've been doing the lame-o pictures only posts. Well folks I've been running my ass off after this baby who wants to be everywhere in everything.

With all this movement, you'd think I'd drop another ten pounds. Not so much. That would be wishful thinking on my part. I have been doing lots of squats and sprints and laps. All this exercise has gotten me thinking. There should really be an Olympics for pre-toddler parents. The events may be as follows:

The Constantly Moving Diaper Change (big points when there's a big loose stool involved)
The Sprint to Remove Something Disgusting (like a moist dog chewy) from Baby's Hand
Timed Crib Sheet Change
The New Food Introduction Toss
Timed Removal of a T-shirt which is Somehow Smaller than When First Put On (Like removing a ship from a bottle)
Name That Rash
Survive an Interaction with a Too-Close Stranger
Get Baby to Smile for the Same Stranger Taking Pictures that are Meant to Capture the Precious Moments

What are some events you would compete in, if offered?

Keep truckin'

See ya later, Ma. I know the dogs are hiding in here. Posted by Hello

Monday, June 13, 2005

WHO is this boy?

Suddenly - he has legs. And ankles! Posted by Hello

He obviously didn't get my memo about NOT TURNING INTO A BIG BOY. Posted by Hello

It also mentioned something about KILLING ME WITH HIS CUTENESS. Posted by Hello

Sunday, June 12, 2005

See the boy

We have a few short video clips of Liam here.

Yes, in the "pears" video, that is my hyena laugh and my Boston accent. I've gotten a couple comments from non-New Englanders who have viewed it regarding the thickness of my accent.


Friday, June 10, 2005

All About the Boob

Of course I have to say SOMETHING about the Barbara Walters breastfeeding brouhaha. (See her comment from her show The View, and Jimmy Kimmel, who I usually don't care for, mocking her here.) I apologize in advance to my mother who loves the show (The View not Jimmy Kimmel - though I've never actually asked her if she likes Jimmy Kimmel - I'm assuming that would be a no).

When I decided to breastfeed, it was with hope that it worked out, but understanding if it didn't there was always formula. Within an hour from being born, Liam latched on and never looked back. He was a natural and made it easy for me (note I said easy, not painless or always successful).

I decided to breastfeed because I wanted the experience. I wanted to provide the best for my baby (again, I'm not knocking formula-feeding at all). And I thought it would save us money. And from what I estimate - it probably will end up saving us about $1.5k.

The first 2 weeks of breastfeeding are HELL. Dooce once compared it to having your nipple in a stapler. I have to tell you - she isn't far off the mark. My nipples hurt. They cracked. They bled. They scabbed. When Liam was hungry, I wanted to cry. Breastfed newborns eat about every two hours. My husband used to bring the baby to me and say in a sing-song voice, "Guess who's hungry?" until I finally snapped that if he ever said that again I would smother him in his sleep.

Learning to breastfeed is also an adventure. We took a class offered by the hospital. The videos showed these women that reminded me of those featured in National Geographic. Their boobs and nipples were so huge, they eclipsed the baby's head. The babies would cry as the boobs closed in and, I have to say, if one of those things was coming at me, I would cry too.

I was recovering from a c-section which meant I couldn't just lay the baby across my stomach to nurse. I had to use what is called the "football hold" - in which the baby is tucked under my arm like I'm tucking a football. Liam's head was in the palm of my hand while my other hand was squishing my boob enough so it was like a mini-missile aimed for his mouth. We were taught to touch Liam's mouth with the nipple so he'd open wide, then to smoosh his face into the boob. That was the only way he'd get the whole aereola in there. If he just got the tip of the nipple, it felt like my nipple was in a stapler that could chew.

Sometimes I couldn't get Liam latched on right, so it became a team effort. Dan would hold my boob and I would hold the Liam's head, we'd wait for him to open wide and...
"Nope, not it"
"OW! So not it"
"Oh he shut his mouth again"
"Hold up - you have it up his nostril."

With the inevitable baby blues, I would feel like a failure and cry through the whole process. But we must have been doing something right because he gained weight before we left the hospital and he doubled his weight in 2 months.

I've never been one to breastfeed in public. I fear making others uncomfortable. To this day, only 3 people have seen me breastfeed Liam. My husband, my sister, and my mother. In the beginning, it was difficult to get him latched on, so I didn't want to be bumbling around with my boob in front of an audience. Then when my boobs were full all the time, I feared spraying someone in the eye. I had no idea that the milk came out like a shower head and not like a faucet. After a while, I just got used to hiding out somewhere. In Liam's room. In a bedroom. In a fitting room at the mall. The closest I got was a woman's lounge at Filene's in the mall but I had the chair facing the wall. Liam was VERY distracted by the flushing toilets in the next room and kept craning his neck to see where the noise was coming from.

The American Academy of Pediatrics recommends breastfeeding for the first 6 months and to continue, if possible, for at least one year. But while more women are breast-feeding for the first few weeks, fewer than one-third are still nursing after six months. Some doctors attribute the decline to self-consciousness and the difficulties of finding spaces where nursing seems acceptable. So far I've been doing it for about 9.5 months.

I've been happy to breastfeed Liam. We are old hat at it now. And since he's older we only nurse about 5 times a day. I love the closeness we share because of it and seeing him look up at me while he's nursing. It always comforts him if he's very upset. And of course, there's the whole THAT'S WHAT BOOBS ARE THERE FOR argument. Can you believe some ass compared the natural act of breastfeeding to urinating? Meaning neither should be done in public. So my baby's food is like URINE? Whatever, asshat - get a clue and grow up. God. Stop thinking all Beavis and Butthead "ooooh boobies hehheh" all the time. Freak.

So while I am not comfortable breastfeeding in public, it makes me sad to hear someone like Barbara Walters speak about it disdainfully. I figure a large portion of her audience is stay-at-home mothers - even women home on maternity leave. It's hard enough work raising a baby. Everyone you bump into wants to tell you how to do it. But to sit there on a talk show hosted by women for women and condemn something so maternal and feminine... she has done women a real disservice. Someone sitting at home feeling a little tentative and nervous may be swayed because of her. And that's not just sad for women, but for our babies.

So Barbara was uncomfortable with someone nursing a baby on an airplane 3 seats away from her. Perhaps she would be happier if the baby screamed in hunger? They say nursing for take-off and landing is good for a baby's ears - keeps the pressure from building. The same reason a lot of people chew gum. You'd think a journalist worth her shit would think before making such a comment.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

I've been tagged

Ok got tagged for this blog meme by Jewl! Here it goes:

10 years ago, I....
1. Finally graduated from college
2. Dated a guy who ended up being gay (yeah, I know - hindsight, blah, blah, blah)
3. Couldn't imagine living the life that I live now.

5 years ago, I....
1. Got engaged to Dan
2. Left the field of higher education
3. Moved to the town I currently live in

Today I ....
1. Continue to take care of Liam's daily needs
2. Did laundry
3. Ordered my niece's birthday gift

Tomorrow, I will....
1. Do laundry
2. Go grocery shopping
3. Do more baby-proofing

3 Snacks I Enjoy:
1. Peanut Butter Cups
2. Oreos
3. Pop Tarts

5 Songs I know all the words to, even with out the music:
1. Thunder Rolls
2. Livin' on a Prayer (see example)
3. Hokey Pokie
4. Born in the USA
5. Bust a Move

5 Things I would do with $100,000,000:
1. Pay off all our debt
2. Buy the house we have always dreamed of
3. Let my parents and parents-in-law retire
4. Get a housekeeper and chef
5. Help out family and friends

5 Locations I'd run away to:
1. Anyplace with warm, clear turquoise water
2. Disney World
3. Ireland
4. Australia
5. Anyplace with Dan

5 Bad habits I have:
1. Swearing
2. Pessimism
3. Speaking before someone finishes what they were trying to say/Interrupting
4. Type A personality traits
5. Cry WAY too easily

5 Things I like Doing:
1. Being with Liam and Dan
2. Blogging
3. Reading
4. Eating out
5. Sleeping

5 Things I would Never Wear:
1. Bikini
2. High heels
3. Short shorts
4. Swimcap
5. Turtleneck

TV Shows I like:
1. 24
2. Desperate Housewives
3. Amazing Race
4. Any Law & Order show
5. Oprah

Movies I like:
1. Old School
2. Kill Bill Vol II
3. Harry Potter
4. Bourne Supremacy
5. Pride and Prejudice

5 famous people I would like to meet:
1. Colin Firth
2. Bono
3. Jenny McCarthy
4. Steven Spielberg
5. Hilary Clinton

5 Biggest Joys at the Moment:
1. Liam
2. My husband being home
3. Air conditioning
4. Diet sodas that actually taste good - hooray for Diet A&W, Diet Vanilla Coke & Diet Dr. Pepper
5. The three hours between when Liam goes to bed and when I do

Now it's my turn to tag: William, Mac and Stephanie - you're it!

Free Katie

This made my day. Thanks, Sarah!

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Getting out of the way

The look on Daisy's face says, "Oh shit - are you telling me this thing can now move?!" Posted by Hello

Monday, June 06, 2005

Very Mom

I often read the blog of Very Mom. She has two boys who are very cute and she wrotes lovely stories about them. She is also very creative as you can tell from her site and she has her own business for clothe diapers. Looking at them almost made me reconsider - but we all know how lazy I am and all that washing and drying might interfer with my soap opera viewing.

Very Mom is 16 weeks pregnant. She has a horrible time with her pregnancies. She has hypermesis (excessive vomitting) and ptyalism (excessive saliva). So for her to be pregnant again - well you know she has to want it.

She's been having contractions since last Friday. She wrote a post about it. I sobbed through most of it and there isn't even any news yet.

Anyway, I'm not telling you about it to share the sadness. But rather to have you say a prayer for her and the millions of other women (and men) out there who may or may not lose their babies. The limbo of time between discovering a problem and the finality of a possible loss must feel like the very black hole of hell.

The fragile strength of her voice in her post made me cry almost as much as what she was telling me.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Check out these guns!

I'm da man! I'm da MAN! Posted by Hello

Saturday, June 04, 2005


Tonight I put Liam down to sleep a little past seven p.m. He rolled over and started talking to his blankets and rubbing the satin side against his face as usual (VERY CUTE - if you don't think it's cute then something inside of you must have died!)

Liam is a dream sleeper (*knock-on-wood* I always feel the need to do that when talking about Liam's sleep habits). I helped him along a bit but he has slept through the night since about 2 months - with only one month off because of a growth spurt. But Liam is also a big baby. Some say big babies sleep better because their bodies don't startle as easy. I think he took pity on his sleep deprived parents and figured he torture us some other way in the future. I always hesitate to tell other new moms of his great sleeping habits because I usually get a response of "That's wonderful" gritted through teeth in a tone that tells me if I wanted - they'd switch babies with me - right then and there.

Since he was about 5 months old we have put Liam down at 7 p.m. awake and he sleeps straight through until 6:30-7 a.m. Please stop throwing things! Because I have to tell you now that he also takes two close to 2-hour naps a day. Oh how I live for nap time! That's when I draw the curtains and do tequila shots until he wakes up. He has to change MY diaper after he takes a random 3-hour nap.

We have had a time or two when we had to use the c.i.o. (for non-new-parent-message-board-addicts that means 'cry it out.') But because he is such a good sleeper - if he wakes and is really crying I will take him from the crib and drug him - I mean - rock him until he is either asleep or calm/drowsy. We do the same if he has trouble falling asleep. Usually he has trouble falling asleep because his "roll to sleep" (a continual roll - over and over again until he passes out from exhaustion) didn't work and his binky has gotten lodged underneath him (or - in his opinion - LOST. FOREVER. OH. MY. GOD. QUE LASTIMA! - yes, in fits of rage Liam has moments of bilingual thought.)

Tonight Liam's "roll to sleep" failed and his binky was OBVIOUSLY GONE FOREVER. So I went up. I wiped his somewhat sweaty brow (continuous rolling is hard work for a 26lb baby!) and lifted him from the crib. I located his binky - IN THE BLACK HOLE, MAMA - tangled in his sheets. I returned his prize possession - YOU ARE A GODDESS AMONG MAMAS - and brought him over to the rocking chair.

He was looking at me with wonder since I was able to REACH INTO THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE and return the binky. It was also because I had my glasses on, having taken out my contacts after he went to bed. So we rocked a bit and I sang "Rock-a-Bye-Baby" softly to him. He seemed to like it so I tried to think of another song. I couldn't! Words failed me. I considered Tora Lora Lora but I don't have much of a brogue. So I softly sang the next song that came to my head.

Tommy's got his six-string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk
So tough, it's tough
And Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers, Baby it's ok... Someday
We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love... we'll give it a shot

Whoa, We're halfway there
Oh-oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it I swear
Oh-oh, livin' on a prayer

Sometimes you do the best you can with what you've got, like Tommy and Gina. Rock-a-Bon-Jovi, baby!

Thursday, June 02, 2005

He has HIVES

Liam has hives. We don't know why, where, what is causing them. But they come and go as they wish. He doesn't seem to mind them hanging out here and there. He isn't itching at them. Doc says there isn't much to do except watch when they come and review what he's been in contact with. To answer your questions...
No, we haven't:

  1. Introduced a new food recently
  2. Changed detergents
  3. Had him in new clothes that haven't been washed first

And neither Dan or I have allergies.

Sometimes he has none then he'll have a small cluster or a big patch. Poor Liam... HIVES! WHY!? Posted by Hello

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Thinking of you

Liam asked me to pass along a wish that our readers please take a moment to pray or think good thoughts for good health and speedy recovery for his Grampy today. He is having surgery to remove cancer as this is being posted.

Danny (Sr.), we are thinking of you! Lots of love from us.

Update: Dan Sr is out of surgery and it went really well. Thanks for the messages and emails!Posted by Hello

9 months for Liam

Today Liam turns 9 months old.

Let me say that again, today Liam turns nine months old. I know I say this every month but seriously, where is the time going? Sometimes I have to stop and check myself. Am I in the moment enough? Am I soaking in enough? Am I enjoying it enough?

I am.

Looking back over the past 8 months I have to say that this is the best of times. Liam is still a baby but is turning into a little person. He is figuring out what he likes and doesn't like. He is observing everything. Every single day I see something new in him or experience something new with him. It is awesome.

At this point Liam has been alive on the outside as long as he was alive inside of me.

Liam likes to stand. In fact, it is one of his preferred activities. We take walks around the house and he pauses when we get near something he would like to investigate further. The stairs gate. The dog's chewy. The dog's dishes. Soda bottles. Daddy's flip flop. Note to self: Add these items to the babyproofing list.

This month brought Liam's first ear infection. We aren't altogether sure it's gone or not. He pulls his ear but not as often as before and he isn't fussy. Not sure the Amoxycillin did ANYTHING but make him grimace 3x a day. He has also had two bouts of a runny snotty nose. One bout we are combating now. I think it's directly tied to:

He's teething with his top teeth and, from the looks of things, he has decided to get about 4 top teeth at once. Remember, last month I mentioned he got his 3 bottom teeth. The boy wants some steak and chicken before BBQ season is over.

Liam's favorite sound is still "dada." He toys with me by tossing a "mama" around every once in a while. He also likes sounds like "bahahaya" and "yamama."

I've been having nightmares about Cheerios and Gerber Finger Puffs. In my scary dream, we are out with Liam in a fancy restaurant when we suddenly realize we didn't bring any puffs. The calamity that ensues is not for the faint of heart. I stock a container with puffs before any outing. Never be unprepared!

Liam isn't too keen on other puff sized diced foods. We tried banana. Goooood! We tried carrot. He gagged and puked. Baaaaad! We tried pears. Gooooood! We tried peas. He gagged and puked. Baaaaaad! We tried corn. Goooood! I'm afraid to try the next item without a plastic tarp.

I almost knocked the kid over the day he hit his Leapfrog Learning Drum for the first time. I think he's expecting an award ceremony at this point. He loves to make his toys make sounds. He has a squeaky bunny and duck he likes. And anything that rattles. We are also into slapping tables and toys. Squeaky noises ALWAYS make him smile.

Unless he's having a shit fit, then forget everything. But shit fits are few and far between right now. He is a very happy little guy.

Liam, I can't stop loving you. Every day you grip my heart a little tighter than the day before. You have the cutest looks that you practice. There's the coy look when you dip your head down and look up with your eyes. There's the flirty look when you tilt your head to the side and smile. Then there's the you're-my-mama-who-loves-me look when you squeeze my cheeks with your hands and lean in until your head touches mine.

Last night we started playing a game. You were on the floor playing with your toys and I was sitting on the couch. You would look over at me and when I met your eyes you started to giggle. Then you turned away, still giggling. So I started laughing. So you turned back to me and kept giggling and turned away again. We laughed like that for what I wished was eternity. I wanted to cry it felt so good. I could practically see the bond strung between us. Like a strong satin cord from my heart to yours and back again. I know some days may come, perhaps far in the future, when we both may question if that cord is still there. Still strong. Still true.

But, my heart, it will always be. From me to you and you to me.