Just got finished giving Isaac his final spoon feeding of the day. Midway through I had to remove him from the high chair to change a dirty diaper, so coming back I decided to try something a little different.
Isaac is a small boy. He's small for his age. He has a good appetite, but he's only grown one pound in about the last three and a half months. Recently I've had a hard time feeding him because he gets distracted, or chokes on his food, or spits it out. Sunday afternoon I commented that he seemed to eat better when someone other than me was feeding him. Maybe the problem isn't who is feeding him, but where and how.
When I removed him from the high chair it seemed that he might be finished with his meal. Then I put him in his infant carrier instead so that he was in a semi-recumbent position. He proceeded to finish off the four oz carrots I had been feeding him, several teaspoons of the peas he had previously rejected, and entire 4 oz container of orchard fruit plus sweet potatoes, and two to three teaspoons of mixed vegetables, all at one sitting. Makes me think my baby has been starving just because he didn't like his high chair. If it takes me sitting in the floor to get him to eat, so be it, assuming he doesn't get sick off of consuming so much all at once.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
"It's Five o'clock and I can't sleep"
Awake at 4:40 because that's what time Isaac started crying for me this morning. Second morning in a row, except that yesterday morning we fell asleep together until 6:00. This morning I rocked him to sleep and put him in the pack-n-play in our room, but now Parker is noisily awake, and I don't know why. Somehow Michael and Isaac are still sleeping. Miraculous somehow. But I still don't know what to do about Parker.
Why now; why not last year, or four years ago?
I'm a slow study when it comes to some really commonplace things.
A friend of mine recently stayed home while her daughter was out of daycare for a week and she commented that as such she had started noticing every time a bit of dust settled in her home. Me, I rarely even notice dust even though I'm allergic to it, because I never dust. Makes me unhappy makes me sneeze. The dust just sits there most of the time. Until last week.
I bought some pledge. I dusted last Saturday. It was great. I liked the results so much that I did it again yesterday.
As it turns out, the dusting spray, of which Michael had bought me an entire case back in our apartment days, was no good. The spray itself made me sneeze, and it did NOT do a good job of polishing surfaces or attracting the dust. Plus, maybe you guys are already familiar with this concept: when you take care of your things you are able to appreciate them more, and going around and touching furniture and moving objects around helps you to see again things you stopped noticing long ago. Heck, maybe I'll even dust next week too.
A friend of mine recently stayed home while her daughter was out of daycare for a week and she commented that as such she had started noticing every time a bit of dust settled in her home. Me, I rarely even notice dust even though I'm allergic to it, because I never dust. Makes me unhappy makes me sneeze. The dust just sits there most of the time. Until last week.
I bought some pledge. I dusted last Saturday. It was great. I liked the results so much that I did it again yesterday.
As it turns out, the dusting spray, of which Michael had bought me an entire case back in our apartment days, was no good. The spray itself made me sneeze, and it did NOT do a good job of polishing surfaces or attracting the dust. Plus, maybe you guys are already familiar with this concept: when you take care of your things you are able to appreciate them more, and going around and touching furniture and moving objects around helps you to see again things you stopped noticing long ago. Heck, maybe I'll even dust next week too.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Miscellania (mostly Parker and Isaac, and a little bit of Waterdeep)
I love Waterdeep. Have I mentioned that lately? I'm listening to an old CD that Michael downloaded from their website a couple of years ago. It's called "Dogpaddle" or "Dog+paddle," and many of the tracks are one's I've heard before from other recordings. I wonder if they'd be interested in producing a lullaby CD? I recently bought one that Jewel produced for Fisher Price, and it's the only lullaby CD I have that I enjoy listening to, which means it's the one Isaac hears the most. I really don't play enough music around here.
What would it take to get Waterdeep to come to Tuscaloosa again, besides money to pay them with, and a place for them to stay? They're moving to Nashville soon if they haven't already. Maybe Michael's parents could take me to see them sometime. Maybe they (Waterdeep) will come to Huntsville.
Several things I've been thinking about on a semi-quiet Sunday morning before church. Before Isaac was born, my mother used to call him Little Kicker, for obvious reasons. I was realizing how much this child kicks even now. When he's bored, when he's excited, when he's happy, his little feet just go and go. Sometimes he seems to rub them together as though he were a cricket. I can't remember now whether or not he enjoys music. Parker always did. Before he was born he would kick excitedly whenever music played. After he was born I would sometimes take him into the sanctuary on a Sunday morning and dance with him during the designated "worship" time, though we believe that worship encompasses the whole thing, not just the music preceding the sermon or other business.
Parker would often kick me in the ribs, which I always described as him tickling me. It's interesting to me that I have clearer memories of Parker in the womb than I have of Isaac, except that with Isaac I had experienced a kicking baby before, and I had a very intelligent two year old to keep me distracted.
After Parker was born I took him with me everywhere. I had no need to spend time apart from him because I had never before experienced having a baby who wasn't with me. I remember Jamie asking one time whether I ever needed a break and me answering no. Parker and I had to be separated eventually so that I could leave him in the nursery, so that he could learn that I would always come back for him, but it was hard for me to leave him. This became a problem later when Parker started noticing when I was there and when I wasn't, but eventually he figured it out, that it was okay to be left in the nursery, that mommy and daddy really would come back, and that we didn't simply disappear when absent from him. Isaac may or may not learn this more easily than Parker did, if only because he has experienced it earlier.
This morning Isaac wouldn't go to sleep. I rocked him and rocked him. He nodded off, but when I put him in the pack-n-play in our bedroom he was disturbed. It looked like he would go right back to sleep, but then I put a quilt over him that he wasn't accustomed to, and then Michael slid out of bed to start his day, and it was all over. Isaac was awake. I rocked him again, telling him all the while what a privilege it was to rock him at this brief stage in his life, and how I don't always appreciate it. Soon it was time to feed him again since he wasn't sleeping and I did so, but then he started to actually fall asleep in his highchair, something he has never ever done before. Poor kid must have been sleepy.
A friend of mine from high school and college (more college than high school) friended me on facebook, and wanted to know what I'd been doing for the past ten years. I have not written to her yet, not about that. Months ago I was trying to figure out what was interesting that I could tell her, but I couldn't think of anything interesting because I was still learning how to care for two babies at once, which is something I am still learning. Maybe someday soon. It is often while I am feeding Isaac with a spoon that I start thinking about things to write.
Months ago I thought it would be interesting and useful to write reader profiles for the group page that is dedicated to my book club on google. It's another thing I haven't written yet. Another project to work on, but not today. Not today.
What would it take to get Waterdeep to come to Tuscaloosa again, besides money to pay them with, and a place for them to stay? They're moving to Nashville soon if they haven't already. Maybe Michael's parents could take me to see them sometime. Maybe they (Waterdeep) will come to Huntsville.
Several things I've been thinking about on a semi-quiet Sunday morning before church. Before Isaac was born, my mother used to call him Little Kicker, for obvious reasons. I was realizing how much this child kicks even now. When he's bored, when he's excited, when he's happy, his little feet just go and go. Sometimes he seems to rub them together as though he were a cricket. I can't remember now whether or not he enjoys music. Parker always did. Before he was born he would kick excitedly whenever music played. After he was born I would sometimes take him into the sanctuary on a Sunday morning and dance with him during the designated "worship" time, though we believe that worship encompasses the whole thing, not just the music preceding the sermon or other business.
Parker would often kick me in the ribs, which I always described as him tickling me. It's interesting to me that I have clearer memories of Parker in the womb than I have of Isaac, except that with Isaac I had experienced a kicking baby before, and I had a very intelligent two year old to keep me distracted.
After Parker was born I took him with me everywhere. I had no need to spend time apart from him because I had never before experienced having a baby who wasn't with me. I remember Jamie asking one time whether I ever needed a break and me answering no. Parker and I had to be separated eventually so that I could leave him in the nursery, so that he could learn that I would always come back for him, but it was hard for me to leave him. This became a problem later when Parker started noticing when I was there and when I wasn't, but eventually he figured it out, that it was okay to be left in the nursery, that mommy and daddy really would come back, and that we didn't simply disappear when absent from him. Isaac may or may not learn this more easily than Parker did, if only because he has experienced it earlier.
This morning Isaac wouldn't go to sleep. I rocked him and rocked him. He nodded off, but when I put him in the pack-n-play in our bedroom he was disturbed. It looked like he would go right back to sleep, but then I put a quilt over him that he wasn't accustomed to, and then Michael slid out of bed to start his day, and it was all over. Isaac was awake. I rocked him again, telling him all the while what a privilege it was to rock him at this brief stage in his life, and how I don't always appreciate it. Soon it was time to feed him again since he wasn't sleeping and I did so, but then he started to actually fall asleep in his highchair, something he has never ever done before. Poor kid must have been sleepy.
A friend of mine from high school and college (more college than high school) friended me on facebook, and wanted to know what I'd been doing for the past ten years. I have not written to her yet, not about that. Months ago I was trying to figure out what was interesting that I could tell her, but I couldn't think of anything interesting because I was still learning how to care for two babies at once, which is something I am still learning. Maybe someday soon. It is often while I am feeding Isaac with a spoon that I start thinking about things to write.
Months ago I thought it would be interesting and useful to write reader profiles for the group page that is dedicated to my book club on google. It's another thing I haven't written yet. Another project to work on, but not today. Not today.
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