Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I am never thankful for my health until it declines. It's almost been a week now that I've been sick with whatever this is. Every time I think it's gotten as bad as it will get, it gets worse. As much as I hate to say this, I just want to go back to work.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
I have been battling a cold since Wednesday, it started out as a sore throat and worked its way into a full-blown cold. I haven't been sick for more than a year, so it's been rough. Last night Chris let me black out, aka take nyquil and sleep while he took care of the baby. So kind of him.... the baby wasn't so merciful. He woke up at least 20 times during the night. Yup, that's TWENTY, not two. Then he cried all day, with the last crying fit having us so bewildered that we tried every remedy known to man and ended up finally laying him down in his crib to "cry it out," as people always tell us to do and claim we are spoiling him by not doing such. He cried for more than an hour and did not calm down. The crying become hysterical and finally I picked him up and rocked him. He farted a million times and took a huge crap and now he has the post cry sniffles & hiccups while he rests in dad's arm while I finish cooking our dinners for the week. Fun times! I am also drowning in my own river of phlegm. I worked out TWO times this week, I needed to work out every day because I am doing a 5k next week, so it looks like I am going to be screwed & will probably end up walking a majority of it.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Last week Alex started stroking his own hair. He likes to rub his Uncle Brian's stubble and his dad's stubble, too. Today he pulled Taz & Sweet Pea's fur. He was lucky that neither of them tried to bite him. He is cute when you hold him & he looks up at you with his huge eyes. He looks like a cherub when he is sleeping because he is so chubby. He tries to sit up in his bathtub now but doesn't quite have the strength. He doesn't sleep through the night any more. His hair is changing, it is lighter like mine and is starting to grow back in. He has some patches of hair that are much longer than the rest. He has my cowlick on the right front side of his head. He likes to grab plants and try to put them in his mouth.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I read an article in a magazine today that said people talk nicer to strangers than they do to their spouses. I totally 100% believe this. I have never understood why people treat strangers better than the people that mean the most to them. I have seen it happen so many times and I myself admit to being nicer to strangers, too. How sad. I noticed today that the baby discovered his hand and how to clench and unclench his fists. With purpose, not like a reflex. I was rocking him and felt his hand reach up and grab my nose and squeeze, unsqueeze, squeeze, unsqueeze, like he was honking it. He was also doing the same thing to his own head & hair, which made it look like he was scratching his head. His hair is finally starting to grow back. I think his head is a little less flat, too. He started eating baby food/cereal at about 4 months old. He is now 5 months old and can polish off two jars of baby food and a small bottle in one meal. He is a good eater and will take almost anything, even the stuff he doesn't like and screws his face up at (it's a toss up between peas and green beans). My exercise routine isn't going so well. My workout partner got shin splints. I already have no workout partner on the weekends, but now I probably won't have one on my work days either - fabulous! I was horrible and did not work out all this weekend. That's 3 days with no workout. Pathetic. I also cleaned out the cabinets and found a bunch of chocolate. I ate like a pig and didn't bother to work it off, which doesn't bode well for my "lose 20 pounds by April" plan. I have to try harder to stick to it, despite getting little to no encouragement or motivation. I am also going to try to write in here more often because it's important to me to record the baby's milestones. I have already let too many of them slip through the cracks unrecorded.