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What a champ...I am so amazed by this baby! We went out to dinner the last two nights in a row and Julian was a perfect gentlebabyman. He socialized with us, the waiter/waitress, and our fellow diners, then played with his toys in a highchair while we ate. Last night he got tired and started to fuss at the end of dinner, so I held him in my arms and he fell asleep for about 15 minutes, then woke up refreshed for dessert and more socializing. When we got home around 9:00pm (half an hour after his usual bedtime) he went right to sleep. Very impressive!
Now on to our next impressive feat....I have known for a while that Julian squirms and gets very
restless at night when he has to pee, rolling all over the bed and even making moaning sounds. He does this for 5-10 minutes until I pop a breast in his mouth (which helps him relax enough to pee in his diaper, I guess), or else until he lets go on his own after he can't hold it anymore. I thought he was hungry when he did squirmed around like that, but I've discovered 99% of the time it's not about hunger at all...he just has to pee.
I've tried taking him potty before, but he always wakes up FURIOUS with me for disturbing him. SCREAM-crying on his potty. Not fun at all for either one of us, plus he would get so mad that he wouldn't pee at all, so I stopped trying.
Last night I fell asleep while nursing him down when we got home, and woke up around
midnight. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and came back to bed just in time for Julian to do his sleeping "pee squirm". Since I was fully awake, I was able to plot out a strategy ;-)
I put his potty *on* the bed (so we didn't have to go anywhere
entailing me carrying him), took off his diaper quickly and gently, and held him
securely on his potty while simultaneously slipping a boob into his
mouth, which kept him comforted and semi-sleeping.
He took a HUGE pee, and only made a few little protests as I put a new
diaper on him before nursing him back to sleep. I wouldn't even call it
nursing...he was fast asleep again within a minute or two.
When he woke up in the morning his diaper was dry! Then he did another
ENORMOUS pee in his potty, and a poop too, just to impress me, I guess!
I am so thrilled! I've been really bummed about him waking up in a
soaking wet huge pee-filled diaper every morning, and felt bad about his pee
squirming too. Hopefully this technique will keep him from being
disturbed too much when we do nighttime pees on the potty.
One other thing that I discovered...his diapers are normally so soaking
wet in the morning that I assumed he was peeing nonstop all night long.
But really I think he only pees 1-2 times. It's just that those two
times are MASSIVE pees. If I can catch them, we might be able to have
dry nights, which will be so much better for his little baby butt. It's so icky for him to sleep in those big smelly pee-filled diapers. I swear they weigh a few *pounds* when I take them off him in the morning. Yuck.
Well, we'll see what happens tonight. I don't want to get too excited, but that was a nice little breakthrough.
Little Man has also been showing the first signs of separation anxiety...when I put him down at daycare this morning to put his milk in the fridge he started crying his eyes out, so I cuddled him and kissed him and he was better.
Then when I left the room, I realized that I had forgotten to fill out his daily form, so I came back in and he was crying his eyes out again. I cuddled him a little bit and Leela distracted him while I left. Poor baby, it just breaks my heart to leave him when he's crying for me. Ugh.
Dan told me that Julian cried the other day when I left the room, so it definitely seems to be separation anxiety on the way. I know that it's useful...I just finished reading how it evolved in babies to keep them from getting too far away from their caregivers as they start getting mobile. But still...Julian is so much fun lately, I don't really relish being away from him to begin with, but to have him cry his eyes out on top of it...not fun. Oh well, it will be over soon enough. Time flies.
It seems like we have a lot of friends with Baby #2 on the way. One of the women in my Moms Group is pregnant with #2. I was wondering who would be the first to go! It was an accident, but she and her husband are happy about it. A bit nervous, but happy.
I had a tentative mental plan to start trying for #2 next February when Julian is a year old. But that's right around the corner! Geez, I'm still enjoying being able to have a glass of wine with my dinner, and wearing normal clothes. I feel like I *just* got back into my clothes! But then again, I don't really want to be having babies at 40. I'd prefer to wait a bit more in between, but it's a trade-off. I don't know, I guess we'll just see what happens when the time comes.
How did it get to be September already? Ri*dic*ulous how fast time is flying by. I keep saying it, but it's still just incredible. Here I am putting Julian back into footie pajamas at night, and pulling the blanket over us. He's been sleeping in just his diaper under the fan all summer, which seems like a very long time, and a very short time too. Hmmm.
I still can't get over this telescoping of time. You have a baby and all of a sudden you are thinking about what that baby will be like as a very old man when you are dead. Or in the space of one day the baby does something totally new and different than what he was able to do the day before. And likewise, the baby *stops* doing the cute thing he has been doing for ages, and you have been meaning to catch it on film. But of course you have plenty of time, right? Ha HAAAA! NOT!
I must have thought a million times how I really need to snap a photo of Julian's little baby head...not the front of it (I have lots of pics of his face) but the little babyish curve of his head as it goes into his neck. It's such a round little *baby* head. Just adorable.
Well, I was looking at him the other day and the little baby head is vanishing! He has a Little Boy Head now! I mean, he's still a baby of course, but rapidly turning into a Little Boy. Every day this process goes faster and faster and faster.... He has this adorable little pucker that he gets when he falls asleep nursing, but it's hard to hold a sleeping, nursing baby and go get the camera to take a photo at the same time. So I keep putting it off, but one day he'll be in high school and I'll wish I had that photo. D'oh!
Right now I'm just trying to enjoy every single little moment of time with Julian. He's such a good baby, and so funny and cute and wonderful in every way. I'm feeling a little bit stressed out because I got absolutely nothing done in the way of chores this weekend. I have a chalkboard in the kitchen where I write down things for my to-do list. Normally I clear it off every weekend, but this weekend it just grew in size, I didn't cross off a single thing. Our clean laundry is sitting on the hallway in a pile, getting furred up. Bugs uses it as his personal nest, Julian plays in it...I have a photo of Julian resting in the pile of clean laundry below. OK, that was several loads ago, it's not the *same* pile. I'm not THAT bad ;-)
But then again, Julian had another cold this weekend and wasn't napping so well, so I had to lie down with him to get him to sleep. I do a lot of chores while he's napping normally, but that didn't happen this weekend. Also, I played with him a LOT instead of doing chores. He's so much fun to play with now. He has such a good little sense of humor, and is curious about so many new things. You can practically see his little brain making new connections. And he's right on the verge of being able to crawl...I can't stand it, it's too exciting! A whole new world of mobility is about to open up to him! He knows it too. On Sunday he kept getting into a crawling position and rocking back and forth, trying to grab at the toys just out of his reach, then looking back and smiling at me.
I always hear people say how they wish they had spent more time playing with their kids and less time working, so I don't feel TOO bad, but still...it gives me a real sense of accomplishment to have that chalkboard empty and laundry put away. Oh well. I'm fighting that feeling. I played and napped with my baby this weekend. That was even more important. Now I'm hoping that he won't crawl for the first time at school...I SO want to be there for it!
Julian had some Cheerios today at school. I tried to give him a quarter-Cheerio on Saturday, but he spit it out. He ate the whole Cheerio that she gave him this morning though, and then ate 9 more! He eats solids much better with Leela than he does with me. With me he takes a few spoons and then he loses interest. With her he eats everything! I'm not offended or anything...he still loves nursing so much, he probably wonders why I'm trying to put his other stuff in his mouth.
Big favorites right now are:
- Playing peek-a-boo
- Being tossed in the air by Mama and Daddy
- Doing tricep dips with Daddy, going upside down
- Having his tummy kissed and nibbled
- Being "pretend eaten"...Mama pretends to attack and eat up the baby, complete with roaring and snarling. (He finds this hilarious, I think because I also do it with the dog?)
- "This Little Piggie" on his toes
- Any and all books. LOVES being read to.
- Peeing and pooping in the big toilet
- Trying to crawl on his new number and letter mats
- Being nursed to sleep cradled like a little baby
- Eating Libby's pumpkin puree
- Riding in his new RideOn Carrier, which lets him sit on my hip and snuggle into my arm without my becoming crippled in both hip and arm as a result.
- Anything having to do with Bugs...watching him, playing with him, petting him
- Playing with toys
- Bath time!
- Ladies and other babies/kids who smile at him
- Having snot sucked out of his nose with bulb syringe
- Being put down for a nap without nursing or rocking to sleep first
- Going to school on Monday morning
- Poopy or wet diaper
- Strange men who aren't Daddy, Uncle Marc or Uncle John. Men with moustaches are especially scary.
- Anyone but Mama when he is really tired
Yes, way past my bedtime...but I had to write a few words about Julian. All of a sudden, he's a little boy! He sits like a pro. He holds his toys delicately. He pets the dog nicely without having to uncontrollably grab and pull whatever dog part he touches. He pets me too, strokes my arms and my face gently. He can stay in a crawling position for a little while before he collapses into doing pushups. But really, I don't think he's going to be much of a Crawler. This boy's definitely a Walker.
He can totally support himself standing up, he just needs to hold my finger for balance. Today he took a few steps backwards and a few steps forwards while holding my fingers. He can pull himself up to standing from laying on his back, again using the ever-helpful Mama Fingers. He was doing that before, but now I don't really *pull* him up, I just let him use my fingers as a pull-up bar. This morning he was sitting on his potty and when he was done he grabbed my hand and stood up! I was amazed. And very glad that the potty didn't stick to his butt and dump on the floor.
He's so funny. He laughs all the time if you make the slightest attempt to entertain him, or tickle him. And always smiling his beatific smile, especially for the ladies. Julian LOVES the ladies. Dan caught him in action at Trader Joe's the other day. Someone must have told him that the supermarket is a great pick-up spot, because whenever I'm grocery shopping, he's scoping out the ladies, smiling at them and trying to catch their attention. He picks his victims one at a time. It's so funny. I wrote about this before...he smiles at someone until she feels his smile burning into her and *has* to look at him, then he REALLY turns on the charm. The eyebrows go up and down, the eyes crinkle up, little tooth nubs are revealed in his little semi-circle of a smiley mouth. Plus the Dennis the Menace hair sticking up in his perfect Little Boy hairdo. He's so cute, you have to wear protective glasses to even look at him or he'll burn out your retinas.
Not just a Walker, he's a Big Talker too. So much talking lately. I even got a note from Leela, his teacher at daycare. She gives me a little form every day that says what he did, how much he ate, whether he pooped or not, etc. One day I got a note that said, "Today Julian is talking too much in class. He is talking all day today." Busted for talking in class at 7 months old! He likes to talk when he's playing with toys, and when he's laying on his back in bed looking at the fan, and also when we go for a walk. Yesterday we were in Santa Cruz walking around down by the beach and he said, "Hola!" and "Oh God!", which cracked Dan and me up. OK, maybe he didn't say those things, but it sure sounded like it.
Another favorite sound is the Excited Surprised sound...I'm not sure how to describe it. It's sort of like a buzzing exhale. It was really, really hot the other day, and I had to clean my ultra-funky yoga mat that hadn't been washed, well...ever, so I took the mat outside on our tiled patio and set Julian on one end while I washed the other with soap and a brush. I misted us both with cool water, which felt nice. Then I let him hold the hose while it was spraying, and of course he had to put his other hand *into* the stream, which made the water spray back onto him. That definitely brought on the Excited Surprised sound. Then he went back in for more! We watered the garden and had more fun water play, and came back inside all cooled off.
I ordered a bunch of babyproofing items from One Step Ahead, and of course I had to get a few cool toys too. Like the Waterway Playset and the Sand and Water Kingdom. Yep, we're going to have a lot of fun. I can't wait! This is getting good... ;-)
I've noticed that kids never seem to mind cold water. What's with that? Does sheer excitement overcome the fact that the water is really, really cold? OK, the water on the patio wasn't very cold, and it was a hot day, but Julian was loving it, whereas I didn't exactly *soak* myself, if you know what I mean. I'm a total wuss about cold water though. Yesterday in Santa Cruz there were a zillion kids in the water at 6:00pm. Now that water is COLD. The ocean temperature reached a season high of 62 degrees F on Labor Day, OK? Brrrrrrr!!!! And at 6:00pm it wasn't really hot out. But the kids were still going nuts, jumping in and out of the waves and frolicking like seals. Most of the adults had wetsuits on. I've always wondered about that. Apparently cold and hot are sensations that have to be learned, especially cold. So have kids just not learned to dislike being cold? Or they really don't feel it? What's going on there?
Every day I have more questions about babies and children. I find myself doing a lot of reading on child development and human evolution, it's really fascinating. It makes me glad that I've just kind of gone with what felt right all along. Even the fact that I am sleeping with the baby and Dan sleeps with Bugs. That's probably weird in our culture. But Dan likes his uninterrupted sleep, he likes to sleep in, and Julian and I get up at 7:00am most mornings, we play, he talks and squeals. For now it works for us to sleep like that. When it doesn't, I guess we won't do it anymore. Anyway, I just read that a full 50% of the WORLD has the same sleeping arrangement. Mama with babies in one place, Daddy and older children sleeping somewhere else. So we're not so weird after all. We're actually average!
On that note, sleeping. I'm going to bed too late and then the 7:00am baby wake-up call (patting me gently, talking to me and smiling!) gets sort of painful. So off to bed for me.
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