Sorry it's been a while since we've updated this blog. We've sort of had our hands full, but I think we might finally be getting into a groove!
So, some milestones we've hit: Jordan is now 13 lbs, 13 ounces, he's sleeping at least 5 hours at night, and we're about to start feeding him baby cereal.
And he's also found his voice. Man, can that kid squeal. He started "talking" with a few cute ohs and awes. But he's since graduated to full-on screaming. It's really cute for the first ten minutes.
I think it's his way of singing, personally, but it's also his way of getting our attention.
On an another note, Jon and I have discovered a couple with alarmingly similarities. They have a son named Aiden who was born the day before Jordan at the same hospital. The mom and I go to the same doctor group. They almost bought our house (before we swooped in and bought it!). She's from California and he's from the East Coast. They're a really cool couple. And it's nice to have some friends in the hood who can relate to what we're going through! Every time we see them, we kvetch over the lack of sleep, the fact that it takes an hour to get out of the house, etc.
All in all, things have been good. Jordan even went to his first Halloween party dressed as a monkey.
I'm astounded over how much he's changed in a month. I can't wait to see what he'll be like next month!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Coffee, thou art my lover
Now I understand why the majority of adults with children drink copious amounts of coffee. I used to be a one-mug gal myself. I never really felt the need to drink 2-3 cups of coffee a day. One cup, and I was good to go for the rest of the day.
That is, until I had Jordan. I love my little guy, don’t get me wrong. What I don’t love is the lack of sleep. He’s doing better — he only wakes up twice in the night. However, lately he’s been getting up around 4 and not going back to sleep until 6 or so. And that leaves me looking like the walking dead.
So I compensate the only way I know how—coffee. This morning I had one cup, and then at work, I had another. I’m sure I’ll have yet a third cup around 3 p.m., when the afternoon slump hits.
I never had such an addiction to coffee.
That is, until I had Jordan. I love my little guy, don’t get me wrong. What I don’t love is the lack of sleep. He’s doing better — he only wakes up twice in the night. However, lately he’s been getting up around 4 and not going back to sleep until 6 or so. And that leaves me looking like the walking dead.
So I compensate the only way I know how—coffee. This morning I had one cup, and then at work, I had another. I’m sure I’ll have yet a third cup around 3 p.m., when the afternoon slump hits.
I never had such an addiction to coffee.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Professional photos
Just realized I forgot to include the link to the professional shots of Jordan. Here they are: http://austinbellyandbaby.com/JordanT/
He looks super cute, but let me tell ya-that was an entire afternoon of work. He was not happy being topless. So we had to cajole, coo and console like crazy to make him stop crying.
Check it out: http://austinbellyandbaby.com/JordanT/
He looks super cute, but let me tell ya-that was an entire afternoon of work. He was not happy being topless. So we had to cajole, coo and console like crazy to make him stop crying.
Check it out: http://austinbellyandbaby.com/JordanT/
Houston, we have a giggle
The most amazing thing happened last night around 3 a.m. It was the usual night, with me waking up every two hours to feed Jordan. At his 3 a.m. feeding, I noticed his nostril was wheezing, so I decided to use the snot sucker to extract some boogers. Now, he usually hates this and cries bloody murder. But last night, for some reason, he totally let me squeeze away.
And as I finished and got the offending snot, he giggled. You heard me--giggled. I was in a 3 am, half-awake haze, so when I heard it, I quickly perked up. Could it be?
So I tried again. And he giggled again.
I was beside myself. Not only had he not screamed at the sight of the snot syringe, he actually found it amusing. But just like Bigfoot, there was only one eye-witness to this phenomenon, as Jon was in deep slumber, snoring away. Still, I saw it happen, so I'm hoping it'll happen again soon.
Aside from his new-found love of the bulb syringe, Jordan also now likes to take baths. Before, he'd scream his lungs out at a) the thought of getting naked and b) getting wet. But in the past two baths, he's enjoyed it, splashing the water with his little feet. All up until I accidentally squirted him with cold water. You would've thought I had stabbed him the way he yelped. So that may have killed the deal--we'll see.
And as I finished and got the offending snot, he giggled. You heard me--giggled. I was in a 3 am, half-awake haze, so when I heard it, I quickly perked up. Could it be?
So I tried again. And he giggled again.
I was beside myself. Not only had he not screamed at the sight of the snot syringe, he actually found it amusing. But just like Bigfoot, there was only one eye-witness to this phenomenon, as Jon was in deep slumber, snoring away. Still, I saw it happen, so I'm hoping it'll happen again soon.
Aside from his new-found love of the bulb syringe, Jordan also now likes to take baths. Before, he'd scream his lungs out at a) the thought of getting naked and b) getting wet. But in the past two baths, he's enjoyed it, splashing the water with his little feet. All up until I accidentally squirted him with cold water. You would've thought I had stabbed him the way he yelped. So that may have killed the deal--we'll see.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Smiles!
We reached a major milestone today. I actually managed to make Jordan smile in reaction to something I was doing. Before, he'd smile in his sleep, so it was more of an instinctive move as opposed to smiling because he was happy or amused. It's silly but I've been waiting for this day. I love making babies smile!
I coaxed a smile out of him by kissing his nose and then later shaking one of his rattles in front of him. As adorable as he is normally, he's even cuter when he's smiling!
But then, he promptly began to cry and that was the end of that. Oh well, soon he'll be all smiles all the time! Or so I'm hoping...
Monday, August 4, 2008
We're getting bigger!
Just got back from Jordan's one-month check up and I'm happy to say, he now weighs 7 lbs, 5 ounces! A remarkable growth spurt considering just a few weeks ago he weighed 5 lbs, 11 ounces. The doctor was more than pleased.
The weird thing is some newborn onesies are still too big on him. I think it's because he's long and still a little skinny. He's starting to plump up, however, so I imagine he'll be in those adorable outfits everyone keeps buying him in no time.
The way the kid feeds, I can't say I'm too surprised that he's finally gaining weight. Seriously--he's constantly attached at the boob. My mom said we're going to have to find a portable boob for him to feed on when I'm not around.
This weekend was an eventful one for bubby. We went to Houston to visit with Jon's family. His aunt and grandparents--including the grandfather that's Jordan's namesake--were in town. Everyone was head over heels. My dad also happened to be in town, so to say he was excited to see Jordan is an understatment. My dad held him the entire time.
So, he had an exciting weekend and now he's passed out. It was a lot to take in but I think we both needed to get out. It was nice to see family and even nicer to interact with other adults. I love Jon and all, but after a while, there's only so much baby convo to be had.
I'm also happy to say our daily routine is getting to the point to where I can actually sit down and do stuff. Before, I was tied to the couch, feeding and sleeping. He's starting to sleep a little better at night now, therefore I'm getting more sleep, eliminating the need to nap during the day.
Oh--and we also had our friend Sarah, who's a professional photographer, come out and take some portrait photos of him. I can't wait to see how they turn out. I'll make sure to post a couple on the blog.
Sorry--I'm all over the place in this posting, but that's how my life seems lately! Gotta get it all out while I still have the chance!
The weird thing is some newborn onesies are still too big on him. I think it's because he's long and still a little skinny. He's starting to plump up, however, so I imagine he'll be in those adorable outfits everyone keeps buying him in no time.
The way the kid feeds, I can't say I'm too surprised that he's finally gaining weight. Seriously--he's constantly attached at the boob. My mom said we're going to have to find a portable boob for him to feed on when I'm not around.
This weekend was an eventful one for bubby. We went to Houston to visit with Jon's family. His aunt and grandparents--including the grandfather that's Jordan's namesake--were in town. Everyone was head over heels. My dad also happened to be in town, so to say he was excited to see Jordan is an understatment. My dad held him the entire time.
So, he had an exciting weekend and now he's passed out. It was a lot to take in but I think we both needed to get out. It was nice to see family and even nicer to interact with other adults. I love Jon and all, but after a while, there's only so much baby convo to be had.
I'm also happy to say our daily routine is getting to the point to where I can actually sit down and do stuff. Before, I was tied to the couch, feeding and sleeping. He's starting to sleep a little better at night now, therefore I'm getting more sleep, eliminating the need to nap during the day.
Oh--and we also had our friend Sarah, who's a professional photographer, come out and take some portrait photos of him. I can't wait to see how they turn out. I'll make sure to post a couple on the blog.
Sorry--I'm all over the place in this posting, but that's how my life seems lately! Gotta get it all out while I still have the chance!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Poop and circumstance
Jon and I were finally christened. Not by pee, mind you, although we've experienced the firehose several times. As it were, Jordan has quite the range when it comes to poop.
They don't tell you that newborn poop is really watery and yellow. That sh** stains. And had somebody told us that, I'm sure we would be constantly wearing plastic body suits. But que sera, sera.
The first incident happened while we were all contently watching Project Runway the other night. I had missed the premiere but fortunately there was rerun, so I wasn't about to miss a minute. Well, that's what I get for putting off changing Jordan's diaper, because next thing I know, just as Heidi was about to announce who's out, I hear an explosive poot come out of Jordan's nether regions. Jon and I looked at each other incredulously (how could such a tiny being make such a huge noise?!) and next thing I knew, I felt something warm running down my leg. Equally repulsed and in awe, I realized Jordan's poop had shot out of his diaper and propelled itself a good inch or two onto my leg. He almost seemed pleased with himself.
The second incident happened to Jon today. Again, we were both contently watching tv, when again, we hear the explosion come out of his diaper. When I say explosion, I'm talking Fourth of July fireworks out his butt. And after each time, I swear I see him smirking.
Poor Jon got hit on his shorts but this time, he wasn't taking any prisoners. He immediately stripped bubby (that's my nickname for Jordan, btw) down and drew a bath. Take that, pooper!
You know what they say--s**t happens! We just didn't expect to be wearing it all the time.
They don't tell you that newborn poop is really watery and yellow. That sh** stains. And had somebody told us that, I'm sure we would be constantly wearing plastic body suits. But que sera, sera.
The first incident happened while we were all contently watching Project Runway the other night. I had missed the premiere but fortunately there was rerun, so I wasn't about to miss a minute. Well, that's what I get for putting off changing Jordan's diaper, because next thing I know, just as Heidi was about to announce who's out, I hear an explosive poot come out of Jordan's nether regions. Jon and I looked at each other incredulously (how could such a tiny being make such a huge noise?!) and next thing I knew, I felt something warm running down my leg. Equally repulsed and in awe, I realized Jordan's poop had shot out of his diaper and propelled itself a good inch or two onto my leg. He almost seemed pleased with himself.
The second incident happened to Jon today. Again, we were both contently watching tv, when again, we hear the explosion come out of his diaper. When I say explosion, I'm talking Fourth of July fireworks out his butt. And after each time, I swear I see him smirking.
Poor Jon got hit on his shorts but this time, he wasn't taking any prisoners. He immediately stripped bubby (that's my nickname for Jordan, btw) down and drew a bath. Take that, pooper!
You know what they say--s**t happens! We just didn't expect to be wearing it all the time.
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