This past weekend Watson and I had our very first male bonding experience, that is to say we hung out, just the two of us. Andi went to a bridal shower in Manteca and left Watson at home with me to our own devices. I have been trying to get this kid alone for weeks now, but Andi has blocked my attempts, finally I have him! We did not do much, but we had a great time. We ate, he pooped, Grandma R. came over, we went for a walk, we ate some more, he pooped some more. I know it does not sound that exciting, but it was!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Male Bonding Time
This past weekend Watson and I had our very first male bonding experience, that is to say we hung out, just the two of us. Andi went to a bridal shower in Manteca and left Watson at home with me to our own devices. I have been trying to get this kid alone for weeks now, but Andi has blocked my attempts, finally I have him! We did not do much, but we had a great time. We ate, he pooped, Grandma R. came over, we went for a walk, we ate some more, he pooped some more. I know it does not sound that exciting, but it was!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Watson at Seven Weeks
Here are a coule pictures from this last weekend.We had a busy one. We hung out with some friends and and their kids on Saturday. It's really nice to be able to hang with people that have kids and know that they are thinking and feeling the same things you are. You can talk about kids for hours and not feel like you are boring people.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Watson at Six Weeks
Thug Life. Watson at 6 weeks. He usually does not look this tough (see below). In fact, this took me about 6 shots to get one where he was not crying. Some people would have figured that meant he did not like the "bandana", I guess I am not some people.Oh and he was 13lbs 2 Oz this morning, only about 235 more to go before he is a very intimidating Linebacker.
Watsons normal face.Why so sad?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Watson at Five Weeks
Oh man, this kid is so cute it makes me sick. Not literally of course, but close enough. Everyday he gets bigger (almost 12.5 lbs) and cuter. Everyday he gets to be a little bit more of a person, and as his papa, it is very exciting. He smiles more now, and has even been known to smile AT people from time to time.
Basically, he makes everything that much better. This past weekend was spent running errands. Now that might not sound like fun, but when its with him and his mom, all of a sudden there is nothing I would rather be doing. Running errands was not all we did though, we also used that little bulb thing on his nose. Yes, that's right, I suctioned a big ol booger out of his nose, and it was very rewarding. Now he can breath a bit easier and I know its not the size of the nose but the size of the booger, it was HUGE.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
One Giant Boob
Well Brandon tried to shame me for not having blogged in here yet. It didn't work because I feel I have a pretty good excuse for not having the time to sit and write long winded posts about motherhood that people may or may not be interested in reading. I am living motherhood! I don't have that much time to ponder about it! But here I am, finally writing. Watson is asleep on my chest, wrapped in one of those Moby wraps. I had disregarded the Moby as overly complicated and annoying until yesterday when a friend and fellow mother encouraged me to give it a try. So I fished it out of the pile and did something novel. I read the instructions. The instructions with pictures that are very easy to follow and amazingly it worked! He's in it, snug and sound asleep in his favorite spot. Thank you Corry for the encouragement!
So anyway, I had been wanting to write sooner. The first couple of weeks with Watson were wonderful in many ways, except for one. Breastfeeding was about 100 times harder than I ever imagined it would be. Up until early last week, when we saw our lactation consultant for the third time, I was really frustrated and feeling scared that I'd never get it right. I was also just walking around feeling like one giant boob, like my only purpose in life was to have Watson permanently attached to one of my tits, and I imagined a life of doing nothing else but dragging him around at my chest, trying to make sure he was getting enough to eat! I was beginning to be obsessed with how much he was eating, making sure he was gaining enough weight, nursing for the right amount of time, etc, etc. It was consuming my mind, night and day. But magically, at that last appointment with our "milk fairy" (lactation consultant) Watson had gained quite a bit of weight and she confirmed he was getting a good amount of milk from both boobs. So I have since relaxed. Don't get me wrong, I'm still worried, but not as much. Considering the amount of poopy and peepee diapers I change, I have to assume that Watson is well fed. I no longer feel like I am a walking breast. I feel like I can branch out now and go back to doing and thinking about other things.
Well I guess that's all I got for now. Watson is stirring. Hopefully I'll be back soon.
-andi
So anyway, I had been wanting to write sooner. The first couple of weeks with Watson were wonderful in many ways, except for one. Breastfeeding was about 100 times harder than I ever imagined it would be. Up until early last week, when we saw our lactation consultant for the third time, I was really frustrated and feeling scared that I'd never get it right. I was also just walking around feeling like one giant boob, like my only purpose in life was to have Watson permanently attached to one of my tits, and I imagined a life of doing nothing else but dragging him around at my chest, trying to make sure he was getting enough to eat! I was beginning to be obsessed with how much he was eating, making sure he was gaining enough weight, nursing for the right amount of time, etc, etc. It was consuming my mind, night and day. But magically, at that last appointment with our "milk fairy" (lactation consultant) Watson had gained quite a bit of weight and she confirmed he was getting a good amount of milk from both boobs. So I have since relaxed. Don't get me wrong, I'm still worried, but not as much. Considering the amount of poopy and peepee diapers I change, I have to assume that Watson is well fed. I no longer feel like I am a walking breast. I feel like I can branch out now and go back to doing and thinking about other things.
Well I guess that's all I got for now. Watson is stirring. Hopefully I'll be back soon.
-andi
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
First Day Back at Work
Yesterday was my first day back at work after three glorious weeks home with my family, it sucked! I knew it was going to suck as I was leaving the house and look in bed to give Andi and Watson a kiss goodbye. They looked so cute and peaceful laying side by side facing each other, I already missed them. I wish I could have put them in my pocket, or better yet, said fuck it and crawled right back in bed with them.
Alas, this is real life, not some fairy tale, so I sucked it up and went off to face my day. Work itself was more or less more of the same. The thing is, I actually really like where I work. I would give my actual job an 8 out of 10, but I would definitely give my place of work a 10 out of 10. There are great people, the culture of company is geared towards family, and they have always treated me well. No matter how much I like my job, it sucks not being with the two people I care about most in this world. Sucks, sucks, sucks! Basically I spent the entire day thinking about them and trying to wade through the multitude of emails eagerly awaiting my return. The emails were the easy part.
Finally, it is time to leave and I head home. When I get home I get back to what I love. I cook some dinner, hang with the fam a minute, clean up dinner, and low and behold its 8PM, time for bed. Again, this sucks. I know I am being a baby about this, and that millions upon millions of parents do the same thing. I get it, but it does not mean that I have to like it.
I'm sure we will get better with our nightly routine and I will have days where I get t0 spend more time with Andi and Watson, and let me tell you I am looking forward to those days. I thought I loved weekends before, but now that's my focus, make it to the weekend and the 48 hours I get to spend with those I love.
Brandon
Alas, this is real life, not some fairy tale, so I sucked it up and went off to face my day. Work itself was more or less more of the same. The thing is, I actually really like where I work. I would give my actual job an 8 out of 10, but I would definitely give my place of work a 10 out of 10. There are great people, the culture of company is geared towards family, and they have always treated me well. No matter how much I like my job, it sucks not being with the two people I care about most in this world. Sucks, sucks, sucks! Basically I spent the entire day thinking about them and trying to wade through the multitude of emails eagerly awaiting my return. The emails were the easy part.
Finally, it is time to leave and I head home. When I get home I get back to what I love. I cook some dinner, hang with the fam a minute, clean up dinner, and low and behold its 8PM, time for bed. Again, this sucks. I know I am being a baby about this, and that millions upon millions of parents do the same thing. I get it, but it does not mean that I have to like it.
I'm sure we will get better with our nightly routine and I will have days where I get t0 spend more time with Andi and Watson, and let me tell you I am looking forward to those days. I thought I loved weekends before, but now that's my focus, make it to the weekend and the 48 hours I get to spend with those I love.
Brandon
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