Day 45 – x365

Moody Meow – Internet pal

Met you but once, in front of Borders with David J. Somehow, we became internet buds and you fill up my comments splendidly! I envy your life in Portland.

Scattergories Meme

Seen this on a couple blogs lately.
I believe you are supposed to use your real first name at the letetr. So we’re going for C.

What is your name…………………Claire
4 Letter word…………………………Crud
Vehicle……………………………………Chevelle
City…………………………………………Casablanca
Boy Name………………………………Cash
Girl Name……………………………… Constance
Alcoholic Drink……………………… Collins. As in, Tom
Occupation………………………………Cartographer
Something you wear…………………Cap
Celebrity…………………………………Christina Aguilera
Food………………………………………Chicken
Something found in a bathroom……Cough syrups
Reason for being late……………….. caught up in traffic
Cartoon Character…………………….Captain America
Something you shout…………………C@$! block!
Animal…………………………………….Cheetah
Body part…………………………………Collar bone
Word to describe you…………………Conscientious

Elliot – 9 month letter

Elly,

When you were but a tiny, scrawny shifty-eyed creature of only a week or so old, and people spoke about their 9 month old bouncing baby boys who were clapping and eating real food, I had this sinking feeling like you would never reach that stage. You would be a small completely dependent extension of my breast FOREVER.

And yet, you have transformed into this person; an actual being with a personality and a hearty grip. Indeed, you have flourished, thrived. And in me, something has grown. A love so immense that no mere words could ever do it justice. Suffice it to say that sometimes when you smile and laugh, my heart bursts open with the love I can no longer keep within its confines.

For a couple months, maybe starting right around the end of March, you were hiding. The true Elliot was masked by the fog of teething. You wanted to smile but it quickly dissipated into pained whining as calcified tusks burst forth from your tender gums. I became pretty depressed about this, as other mothers’ children were practicing crawling, pulling up on furniture, becoming human. Yet, you kept on keepin’ on and despite the horrific pain, you were sleeping like a champ. By March 23rd, you had gotten down a schedule that was bearable: asleep by 8 or 8:30 and sleeping all the way until 6. Sure, we had a few hiccups where – on a Saturday of course – you woke at 5. But thanks to daycare, you also go down for 2 naps.

You finally did start to work on your forward movement about 3-4 weeks ago. Still, your little legs cannot seem to move opposite each other. You sort of scamper about, moving your knees, then your arms. You understand that you can roll to the desired object so why ought you crawl? Smart, but disappointing to a mother would love to brag that her son finally started to crawl. On the other hand, you aren’t yet pulling up and I can put off lowering the crib and removing the bumpers, just a little while longer.

Teething isn’t so bad now and you have 8 – count them, 8 – teeth. You are fun when the pain isn’t keeping you down. In fact, you have started doing a couple really cute things. For one, you like to bury your head into us when someone you don’t know talks to you. But also, when someone you do know is making you laugh. You’re almost shy. Also, you hug now. When we hold you, you grip your arms around us and pull us in. It is more cuteness than I can bear. Peek-a-boo has finally become fun; I sometimes put you on the bed, duck down, and appear on different sides. You crack up at this!

On Sunday, we are having you baptized. Into the Episcopal church. Someday when you are older, I’ll explain why we chose that church and what all of this ceremony and tradition means. For now, know that you have been given a gift.

There’s so many more tiny things I could point out about our lives now that you are a (big) part of them. It is difficult to remember what life was like without you, you have enriched it so much, just by being you, by being our first son. And we love you.

-Your mommy.

A few bullets to put off the 9 month letter

  • I was talking to someone the other day and they referenced their daughter… whose name is … (are you ready?)… Ikea. Oh. My. God.
  • Is anyone watching Real World this season? If you are, what the flaming heck were those hedonists doing last night in the hot tub? I don’t think I could make out with someone I despised, no matter how drunk I got.
  • Although, I had a friend who hated this one news reporter guy so much she actually wanted to jump his bones, so to speak. So I guess it makes sense.
  • T-minus 3 days until my house has to be SPOTless. I’m starting tonight. Dust and grime, watch your back, yo. Comin’ for ya, Quaid.
  • I didn’t realize Shia LeBeouf is only 21. He needs to stop growing on me then because as I near 30, it grows increasingly inappropriate to find someone so young so attractive.
  • I’ve spent the past 35 minutes watching bouldering videos on YouTube.
  • Coming soon – 9 month letter to Elliot!

Day 44 – x365

Troy A. – Grad school friend

Ministered our wedding and gave honest advice about marriage and parenting. You were one of the few genuinely kind people I met in this here department full of assholes.

No, tell me it’s not the end

When you become a parent, something happens in that you cannot bear to watch certain things involving harm caused to children, childhood diseases, or heck, anything emotional involving the human race for that matter. Also, certain things will happen with your kid that will illicit that stomach-in-throat feeling and the sudden dizziness you sometimes get when, right as you’re falling asleep, you jerk awake, as if you fell.

Point being, I woke at 3:40 AM to Elliot shuffling about in his crib. I turn on the video monitor and I didn’t see this:

I saw him on all fours, rocking and looking right into the camera. I assume he sees the green light on it and can’t help but be mesmerized.  For a brief moment, I had the previously described feeling; I was certain this was the end of his good sleeping pattern, the end of my blissful 8-6 nights.

It’s not like I could go back to sleep, knowing he was awake in there. One of these days he’s going to figure out how to pull himself up and that’s when we drop the crib to the lowest setting and remove the bumpers. But for now, he can’t grasp the concept of getting his feet underneath himself to stand. Either way, I watched the monitor for a good half hour until he fell back to sleep.

When my alarm went off, I felt like I had just fallen asleep; groggy, headache and my eyes were throbbing.

I even sat for 15 minutes in the Starbucks drive-thru (because it would have been SMART to park and go inside) because I was THAT. TIRED. Plus, my brain kept thinking it was Tuesday so there was that Tuesday DREAD. However, as you well know, it’s actually Hump Day. Which means Ash comes home in 2 days, Real World is on, and we’re one day closer to the weekend, which promises to be pretty busy but fun.

And now, I have about five things to accomplish before lunch. Happy Hump Day.

Day 43 – x365

Judy G. – Office manager , Kent Strauss Realty

Gave me a chance when I really needed a job. Crazy lady who speaks her mind but loves you, just doesn’t show it. I miss your crazy wacky personality.

Elliot lately – bullets

  • Pooping only about every 3 days but by god, if it’s not the weirdest thing to see a lump of poo in his diaper that is about as hard as a piece of coal. (And if you didn’t already know, parents could talk about poo all the time; it’s non-parents who think this is weird)
  • His new favorite distraction: straws. Except his drool gets all inside it then he flings it across the restaurant. Cover your plates whenever dining in the same place as our family
  • New trick: you know when people in movies go crazy and they take their finger to their lips and blubber up and down? Yeah, we taught him that
  • The so-called 9 month sleep regression has sort of kicked in. He’s still sleeping but in getting to fall asleep each night, he flops around in the crib, gets up on all fours and rocks, because his body is so focused on learning to crawl
  • We do not like hats that much
  • Nor pools
  • But we love touching anything with buttons
  • Or fur
  • Or rabies tags
  • String cheese is his new favorite food.
  • He’s learning to pick up foods like pieces of banana and chicken except he can’t figure out how to open his hand to put the food in his mouth, so it just sort of smooshes onto his face.
  • He turns 9 months old in 2 days and I will try to get a letter written.

Finishing out the weekend

SO, after that little park outing yesterday morning, I had the brilliant idea to acquire some food and picnic at Tom Brown Park. The four of us loaded up and got Boston Market. We then found a nice shady spot near a lake and a rolling field and plopped down. Elliot, at first, was not having the whole “just sitting around” thing. While I scarfed my lunch, I fed him little bits of chicken and string cheese, just to keep him occupied. He probably ate more solid food than normal yesterday. After food, we played a couple games of Magic and Elliot got some MORE food (puree chicken and veggies – ew) and then we broke out the frisbee. It’s not your ordinary frisbee. We found it in Ash’s old boxes from when he was a kid and this thing can fly! We all agreed that was the most fun paying frisbee we ever had.

Sufficiently worn out and hot, we headed home to just relax. Elliot fell asleep in the car but couldn’t get to sleep at home. I thought maybe he was having some dehydration/heat exhaustion so he had some water/juice and he was still cranky. He finally found sleep and I took a nap.

After he went to bed, we watched National Treasure 2, which I daresay was better than the new Indiana Jones. But I don’t feel like defending that right now.

I have a lot of random thoughts about things but I’m not really in the mood for it now, with all the work I have to do in the office today. So what did y’all do with the long weekend?