And I say to myself....

I'm having one of those weeks where I wish I was the kind of mom who had it all put together. You know, the kind of woman who actually washes her hair on a semi-regular basis. That kind of lady must have a nanny...

Anyway, I don't have much to say today, but I do have a video!

Sleep. Well. Lack there of.

Jack has just learned how to crawl and he's beginning to fine tune his skills. The only problem is that he wants to fine tune those skills at 1am, 2am, 3am, 4am and 5am. In his sleep.

We co-sleep. I'm not changing my mind about that one. Even if putting him in the crib would keep him from crawling on my head in the middle of the night, I would still be awakened by his frustrated cries. And then I'd have to get up and out of the bed to help him. That is not an option. (You don't want to hear me rant about my distaste for Dr. Ferber, either.)

I know that this too shall pass. It always does. The same thing happened when he learned to roll over and when he learned to get up on all fours. He practiced it in his sleep for about two weeks, then he got over it. I hope the next week and a half flies by with minimal grumpiness and caffeinated jitters.

Despite not sleeping, I'm proud of my little boy. It's bittersweet. Everyday, he's one step further from being my little baby. I'm trying to enjoy his baby-ness. Even the really hard stuff. Because in fifteen years, I'll be able to sleep through the night, but I seriously doubt my teenaged son will give me a big toothless grin whenever I walk into the room. And he certainly won't let me call him Wiggle Pants in public anymore.

I hear crawling leads to walking. I'm coming to terms with the fact that crawling and walking means he can get himself to the electric outlets and the good crystal. I'm just loving these baby days while I still got 'em.

I hope I'm able to maintain a good attitude about all of the stages of my son's life.

First Post

I have joined 2008 and started a mommy blog. Now all of Jack's (and my) adventures can be recorded on the internet like normal moms do. ;)

But I'm a little late, huh? My son is seven months old. Okay....quick update:
After a near perfect pregnancy, Jack was born on February 13th, 2008 at Bryn Mawr Birth Center. He was born five days over due in the middle of an ice storm during morning rush hour traffic. Jack wanted to make an entrance. He was fashionably late.

Since that day, Jack has mastered breastfeeding, pooping and wiggling. He can also roll over, sit up and crawl. He went through a squealing phase at about four or five months old. I bet the neighbors thought we were killing kittens in our apartment. Now he mostly just babbles.

He found his hands in April. Almost immediately after, he found his feet. To this day he still enjoys nibbling both. Currently, Jack's favorite body part is his penis. Typical man.

He has grown almost eight inches and gained nine pounds since birth. He also sprouted ungodly amounts of hair and two cute little teeth. Watch out! This kid bites. (What kid doesn't, huh?)

Jack is his given name, but this child had many aliases. The most common of these is Bean. He also goes by Wiggle Pants, Wiggle Worm, Munchkin, Scrunchkin, Stinker Pants, and Monchichi.

Sometimes we think Jack might have Pica. He wants to eat everything but food. He has rejected rice cereal, peaches, avocado, peas, cheerios, watermelon, applesauce and bananas. The only three things he will eat are lemons, butternut squash soup, and large quantities of breast milk.

Jack's best friends are his cousin Madi, our cat Holly, his stuffed fish Fishy and his parents. He enjoys long walks, boobs, Sex and the City, and rubber duckies.

That about sums it up, I think. :)