BM Turned Over a New Leaf

Remember my very fussy baby? Well, no more! BM started rolling from his tummy to his back last Friday and ever since, he's been a new baby. It's a good thing too because there have been a few occasions that I was tempted to call the Stork and ask for a refund. :) He still has his moments but now they're "moments" and not hours.

Tummy Time is one of those "moments" so you're going to hear him screaming.


He has also been losing his soft, thick hair but only in the front (from the ears forward). We took matters into our own hands and cut the hair in back. It's only a slight improvement but it's challenging to cut a baby's hair while they're awake and squirming so I cut it while he was feeding. Not the best angle.

Stay tuned for an after picture.

Memories...

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn’t matter if you knew me a little or a lot, if we’ve actually met in person or not, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments. I can't wait to see what people remember.

Granny Go-Go Needs Glasses

I LOVE when my parents visit us. Not only do they help TONS with yard work but they always seem to give us something to laugh about. This morning before I gave BM a shower, I sat out a towel, diaper, lotion, and diaper cream. When BM was squeaky clean, I hollered for my mom to retrieve her wet grandchild so I could finish my shower. BM was loving his massage and having a great time with Granny Go-Go. Just as I was about to turn the water off, my mom came holding up a tube of Desitin Cream and asked, "Is this the lotion?" BM was covered from head to toe in bum cream before she realized it wasn't lotion. BM got a second shower and another massage, this time with lotion.

Fireworks

After publishing my last entry, I walked outside to see how HeRoos was faring with the yard work and I smelled fireworks. I love that smell. We decided to check out the fireworks celebrating Pioneer Day. We walked across the street, to the park, with baby monitor in hand. HeRoos wanted a better view so we walked back to our house, climbed out the window and onto the roof. Scary! It was a great reminder that I really do value my life.

We could see fireworks from all over the valley. We couldn't capture the fireworks with our camera but they were all around us.

Yes, I'm barefoot and a little wary of heights.

I thought HeRoos was comfortable on top of the roof until I asked him and he admitted that he didn't feel the safest as he kept sliding in his slick shorts. It's funny how being a parent can change your fear factor.

We moved down lower, near the window that we climbed out of. We peaked at BM through his window and he was sleeping away. The fireworks didn't seem to phase him.

As we were admiring the explosions surrounding us tonight, I did a little reminiscing. On Pioneer Day in 2006, HeRoos and I had our first real conversation. We were sharing the same blanket at a firework display in Liberty Park. As I walked back to the vehicle with my friends, I remember telling them, "I like that Rick guy and want to get to know him better."

A year later, I was sharing a blanket with "that Rick guy" watching fireworks. I remember that 4th of July night well (as much as possible considering all the pain medication I was on). I was recovering from an accident and was disappointed that we would be missing all the fun. At the last minute, we decided to walk across the street to the park. With much assistance from HeRoos we finally made it. After admiring the fireworks for a while, we realized why we were the only people enjoying the great view. The sprinklers turned on! HeRoos started running and then remembered that his gimp wife could not move without his assistance. He ran back and helped me wobble to safety. It was one of my favorite 4th of July's ever! We couldn't get the camera just right. Aren't you glad. :)

Blah

Blah. That sums up how I'm feeling. I thought some "SheRoos" time would be nice so I excitedly left BM with his daddy and headed out to do a little shopping. I quickly remembered that I don't like to shop and was anxious to return home. Upon returning home to a screaming baby, I quickly remembered why I went shopping.

I know I should be outside helping HeRoos in the yard while BM naps but it is so HOT out there. I have a million things I could be doing in the air conditioned house but I'm lacking one important thing-motivation.

The further I get away from my career, the more I get four-wall-itis. I really need to find something in my life that provides an outlet and gets me out of the house. I sure miss my work out partner (V, why did you have to move to Connecticut?), I miss my SLC friends and my family. With gas prices sky high, my trips to Salt Lake & Syracuse are diminishing.

I've been trying to think of things to do for me so you don't have to visit me in the funny farm. My ideas include: take a cooking class, find a job that I can go to once a week at night, take an oil painting class, take a photography class, take a water aerobics class, take a zumba dance class (even if I'm horrible at dancing), join a gym (not very practical since we have workout equipment in the basement), volunteer somewhere. All of these ideas sound great but remember how I'm missing one key thing? Who can lend me a bottle of motivation?

I was reading in a book, Baby 411, about "high maintenace" babies and I finally felt validated. It reads, "High-maintenance babies require more physical and emotional strength from their parents. These babies get walked around, rocked, and soothed more than their low maintenance friends. Parents of these babies are exhausted and frequently at wits ends. They have irrational thoughts about giving their baby up for adoption. Don't worry-you are not alone."

One positive thing I can add to this otherwise dreary post is...my calendar is full of shiny stars! Yes, my friends, I have been holding strong to my commitment and working out. The downside-I have since gained two pounds. Before you try to offer comfort by telling me muscle weighs more than fat, save yourself the keystrokes. I'm afraid the marshmallow covering my six pack is inflating.

Paternity Vote

By HeRoos,

My mother has never been a pack rat but she does occasionally keep stuff around for sentimental sake. Back when I was 4 months old she had a picture taken of me and she decided to keep the outfit in order to give it to me when I had my first boy. So when BM hit the 4-month mark last week we decided to have a picture shoot in my old outfit. This way we could compare the two of us at the same age (ok at least trying to do a photo shoot with two not so great photographers). You see, everyone in the whole wide world have commented that BM looks just like me, his dad. That is, everyone one except the two women who know me the best, my mother and SheRoos. They don’t think he looks anything like me. So we need your help to settle this debate. Please leave a comment and vote on whether BM looks like his dad or not. The loser between HeRoos and SheRoos gets diaper duty for a whole week.

The first picture is of HeRoos in 1978 and the second is of BM in 2008 with the same, but slightly faded outfit.





Here are some outtakes of BM.

Gateway Fun

Last week some of my friends from college were passing through on their way to a family reunion. We met up at California Pizza Kitchen for lunch (which is one of my all time favorite restaurants). Their girls are so cute! They have a blond, brunette, and red-head. Compared to the Arizona heat, they thought the weather was great.