Monthly Archives: November 2009
I had this really great introspective Thanksgiving post started that I supposedly emailed to myself but it was gobbled up by cyberspace instead. I guess cyberspace has to eat too sometimes.
So, I’ll just say that Thanksgiving was a wonderful occasion to gather with friends and ingest some succulent bird-meat. Baby E is counting down till next year when he can share in the grub on the table. He got his revenge by sneezing on his daddy’s plate of food. Not wanting to be outdone, of course, he had several healthy servings of breastmilk before, during, and after the big meal. He did also revel in the fact that he was the star of the show. He got to showcase his new skill – spitting. Well it’s more like he’s blowing raspberries with his lips, “Bbbbppppp! Bbbbbpppppp!” Only a baby could spit on a woman and be declared cute. That show-off! In between all that cuteness he managed to hear a bit about the true Thanksgiving story. Afterward he partied like it was 2009 and then slept the entire 4 hour ride back home.
Motherhood can be dangerous to your health.
So far I have suffered through sore nipples, two colds, incredible fatigue and several scratches from rapidly growing, sharp baby fingernails. Now, to top it all off Baby E is learning to chew. No, he doesn’t have a single tooth yet, but he’s using those baby gums to gnaw on everything in sight, including me. At first I thought it was cute when he would try to get his hand in his mouth while comfort nursing. Now that he can actually get his hand in there, he likes to chew on it and my nipple at the same time.
You would think that a compassionate baby who loves his mama would stop immediately and then give me kisses to make up for it. Not this kid. In fact he finds it highly amusing when I go “Owie, owie, owie!” He makes a big grin and then gets right back to gnawing.
An amazing thing happened yesterday.
For the first time in about a year I could fully button a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans. And I’m not counting the scrubby pair that were kinda big on me before I was pregnant. Oh no. These jeans are the closest thing I have to skinny jeans.
WOOHOO! High-fives all around.