Wednesday, February 24, 2010


Niall has a somewhat alien-shaped head, so I've had trouble with hats from the start. The only hat that ever really fit him perfectly was his hospital hat, but I had to stop putting that one on him after a while because it's both blue and pink. I can't have my baby boy trotting around town with pink in his hat ;)

So Matt's mom found me an amazing replacement hat- just a simple snug blue cap. Those are the only 2 hats that Niall has worn since he was born. I have about 20-25 hats, though! I'm not exaggerating. I tried them all when he was a newborn and none of them worked, so I thought I'd pull them out now that he's 3 months and see how they look.

They are so funny! Now most of them are too small, but some just don't work with the shape of his head. Anyway, when I started putting them on him I just thought it was hysterical and started snapping photos of the whole shindig. Enjoy :)

Saturday, February 13, 2010

A day in the life…

So I think we’re finally getting into the swing of things, now that Niall is almost 3 months old (I can’t believe how fast time has flown by already!). I feel like we’re starting to get on a regular schedule, which is great for me. During the day, his naps are still pretty unpredictable, but every night he goes down for bed at 10, wakes up for a bottle around 3:30 and then we go back to sleep from around 4:30 until 7:30. So, I think I’m actually getting 8 hours of sleep when all is said and done. For a while, I thought I would be a zombie for the rest of my life. I’m the type of person who really needs my 8 hours to function.

Anyway, his favorite part of the day is his morning diaper change. I don’t know why, but when I put him on that changing table, he'll put on this huge bashful smile. He pumps his legs as fast as he can like he's riding a bike and makes all sorts of coos, squeals and giggles. He'll be content doing that for a good 45 minutes and sometimes I just leave the room for a bit to get myself ready. He doesn't even notice I'm gone! Sometimes, I think there is a ghost in the house because I’ll catch him staring at the corner of the room and suddenly smile out of nowhere.

Once we’re all dressed and ready to get the day started- which usually takes about an hour and a half (I’m used to getting ready in a half hour)- we try to do a little tummy time- doctors recommend putting babies on their tummies for a few minutes each day to get them to try to lift their heads up. Here’s a little pic of tummy time…

The worst time of day is the bewitching hour(s), usually from 5-8pm... conveniently the time when daddy gets home. Poor Matt pretty much sees Mr. Hyde and I get the lovely Dr. Jeckel (or is that the other way around??). I assure Matt of the angel he is all day long, but that just makes him feel bad that Niall doesn't seem to have any interest in his daddy-- or worse, screams bloody murder when daddy tries to console him! But Matt has been lucky enough to see that adorable smile and had his fair share of happy baby time with Niall (mainly on the weekends).

Friday, February 5, 2010

Snow Day!

This makes me so sad—it’s the second huge snowstorm of the year and I just want to play with Niall in the snow. I bet we won’t have another winter like this for at least 5 years. I feel like the last time we got this much snow was 1996. I absolutely love all snow activities- throwing snow balls, making snow angels, making snow men, eating snow… you name it, I love snow games. On the last big snow of the season, I got really excited, bundled him up, took him outside and realized “hmm… ok, that was fun, I guess we’ll go back inside now.” It’s not like I can throw a snowball at him. So I took a few pix and called it a day.

This time, people seemed much more prepared for the big snow than last time. People are acting like it’s the end of the world. I went to Costco with some friends last night and there must have been 600 people there and they were not friendly! Right as we were walking in, someone stole the grocery cart right out of our hands! I’m so glad I didn’t have Niall with me. It would have been impossible to accomplish anything. But since Costco was out of almost everything, I had to make a trip to Safeway this morning and Niall really threw me under the bus…

Every line was at least 20 people long, so I decide to do the self-checkout. I’m a pro at it and it usually goes really fast. I’ve been to the grocery store with Niall about 5 or 6 times so far and he’s NEVER made a peep. I keep him in his car seat in the cart and he just looks around or sleeps. Well, I’m down to about 4 people in front of me when he starts screaming. I just kept thinking “Oh please not now- not with all these people here. I’m going to get killed!” So I knew if I just took him out of the car seat and held him, he’d be fine. I had enough time, so I did. Then, the moment I was dreading- it was my turn.

I put him back in the car seat without strapping him in and kept whispering little threats like “I know you’re going to be a good boy for mommy for just a minute, right?”…. No way, no how. He started flailing his arms and legs and trying to launch himself out of the car seat. So at this point, I decide to hold him with one arm and scan with the other. It was a nightmare! -- Until this saint of a woman came over after she finished checking out and helped me by scanning all of my groceries, bagging them and reassuring me that we’ve all been there at some point. She was so nice and I don’t know what I would have done without her. I found it a little disturbing that the Safeway employee on the self-checkout just watched us and made no attempt to help. Oh well.

But we made it and now we’re just looking out the window at the snow- there’s already 6 inches. It’s going to be a long snowed in weekend (maybe longer!).

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The new world of formula

So now that I have Niall on formula, a few things have changed. First of all, he's so constipated. He used to poop 5 or 6 times a day and now it's once every 3 or 4 days! Apparently, this is what happens when you hold it in for that long...

Poor little guy! I was worried that it was hurting him but it doesn't seem to bother him at all. Aside from his look of shame... "Yes, mom, I did it- what do you want from me?" It's pretty funny, though; he works really hard to get that poop out. We'll hear him grunting in his bassinet and when I look over, I just see his legs flailing in the air.

Second, he spits up all the time. I know it's normal for babies to do that, but sometimes it seems like he spits up everything he just ate. He sometimes chokes on it a little and that makes me so sad. Sometimes, I have to use the bulb syringe from the hospital to suck it out of his throat- even his nose. The milk will literally shoot out of his nose! I cut him back to 3 oz per feeding instead of 4 and that's helping a little. I just have to feed him more often. At this age, it's 2-4 oz every 2-4 hours. They eat A LOT.

But he's finally almost sleeping through the night. I just get up once around 2:30 to feed him and then he goes right back to sleep. He's definitely not a fan of the mid-bottle burp, though. He'll scream for a bit at the end, too, when it's all gone. Then he realizes he's full and goes right to sleep on my shoulder. It's so cute- sometimes he passes right out mid-cry.

I have to say, though, we're much less stressed. Aside from the guilt that I felt and still feel for not breastfeeding, we're doing so much better. I'm not in constant pain and he's much happier, too. I know how much food he's getting and when to give it to him. Things are predictable and I really like that. I'm a very scheduled person, so it really helps me to feel more in control. We never had any issues switching to the bottle, as I've heard some other people do. I think he's just happy to be eating- he doesn't care what it is or where it comes from!