Mom Cut

I cannot believe how much time I spend with The Boy strapped to the front of my body in some fashion.  He used to just be snuggled up facing my chest but now that he's bigger (17 lbs of hunky boy) he gets to face out and soak in the world around us.  

As a result, I'm getting in the best shape of my life.  It used to take a bad break-up and cessation of eating to lose weight.  I'm glad those days are over.  

I also cut my hair.  I call it my "mom cut."  All that means is that it's shorter so The Boy can't pull it out so easily.  I'm sure I've had this cut no less than 3 other times in life and I wasn't a mom then.  Nope, instead I was enduring those slimming break-ups.  

Progress

Things that must be easier than putting a baby down for bedtime:

• Landing a 747 jet
  
• Curing world hunger
  
• Mining another dozen Hope diamonds

That said, we've had a glorious day here in blazing hot Phoenix East (also known as Chicago).  The Boy took 2 naps by himself in his little pack and play crib.  That's 2!  I couldn't be more proud.  He just gets dreamier by the minute.  :0)  

Pink Eye Baby

Yesterday I got a massage.  It was divine.  After that and an energy healing session (yep, I'm totally into that stuff), I floated back out into the world, bought a small coffee and headed home.  I felt like a million bucks.  I was away from The Boy for 3 1/2 hours--the longest I've ever been away from him, ever.  I'm still learning of the benefits a new mommy can get when she takes breaks here and there from being new mommy.  We all need to recharge after all.

It's a good thing I had such a rejuvenating morning.

By the afternoon, The Boy's eye started getting all goopy.  And then red.  And then puffy and goopier.  By evening we headed to the Dr.'s office.  He has an eye infection.  We had to give him antibiotic drops every hour for 4 hours and then every 4 hours.  Needless to say, the night was quite the exciting time.  But he's looking much much better as a result and now his mommy and daddy can breathe again.  It's been terribly stressful to us and yet he's happy as a clam!  Thank god.  

For Jeff Griggs

I imagine The Boy will be looking quite similar when he is The Old Man.

This Blog Is Now Just About THE BOY

I'm getting nervous...

The Boy is huge.  HUGE!  He's 4 1/2 months old and easily nearing 20 lbs.  I could live in oblivion over this ("Aren't all babies this size?" I'd think), however, even people who don't have kids have been commenting on it.  Yesterday I took a walk with my dad and two gay men commented on how big he was.  I may be making an assumption here but I'm thinking they don't have children to compare him to.  And then more frightening is when my friends who do have kids comment on how big he is.  

I better have arms like Angela Bassett as Tina Turner by the year's end.  

Night Moves

The good news is that The Boy has begun to sleep longer stretches at night.  Hooray!  The bad news is that he is still a night owl at heart and, therefore, does not go to bed until around midnight.  We've read all kinds of books on infant sleep and they all say something different.  

At some point you just have to put the darn books down and wing it.  And realize that this baby is the most perfect baby for your family.  How perfectly matched are we that a night owl baby was born to two night owls?  Either that or we've created this night owl behavior!  Well either way, we're trying to figure out what works for us and some nights are more of a struggle than others.  

Right now the three of us are enjoying "Baby Einstein" and it's midnight.  We have a new version of night moves these days.  :+)  

Boxer Baby

See the cute little boy posted all over this blog?  Yes, well tread lightly!  That same boy clocked me one in the eye while nursing one morning and, wow, did it hurt.  Unfortunately, I did not notice until around noon that he REALLY clobbered me.  Mr. Jarcy insisted I go to the eye dr. and for good reason.

HE SCRATCHED AND BRUISED MY EYEBALL!  

Oh man, it just got worse over the day.  It's been a bloody mess since Friday.  Today I had to go to a follow-up visit and the Dr. said it's still pretty bad.  So I have ANOTHER follow-up visit scheduled for Thursday!  

SO WORD OF ADVICE TO NEW MOMS--WATCH THOSE LITTLE FISTS UNTIL BABY IS ABLE TO GAIN CONTROL!  I'm going to wear nursing goggles from now on.

On a positive note, the bruisin' was enough straw that broke the co-sleeping camel's back.  I am not into sleeping with a flailing infant if I can help it because I like my eyes and teeth way too much.  So fortunately Baby Jarcy has been doing really, really well sleeping solo all swaddled up again (think baby straight jacket) and laying in his pack and play crib.  (Knock on wood).