Poop Soup and 1 Month Olds

Our baby is officially one month old today!

He's so special and is learning so quickly. The whole house is fascinated with him. We all gather around and watch him, it must be kind of awkward for him sometimes.

He is a little over 14 pounds (about a pound a week!) and about 24 1/2 inches.

His eyes go from forest green to grey-blue to a army green trimmed in hazel. Hopefully, he'll have his daddy's (freakin gorgeous) eyes.

He loves standing which is fun because his head is still a little floppy when he's tired. When he's paying attention (and not hunting up a boob for food) he has amazing head control and is even starting to follow with his eyes.

He thinks absolutely everything is here to provide him food. If a blanket falls over his eyes while he's sleeping, he'll turn his head and open his mouth. He tried latching onto his dad's arm, and came away with a mouth full of hair... he hasn't tried that one again.

He is so mellow and relaxed. He spends quite a bit of time awake now. He likes watching his daddy and PopPop exercise. He likes holding big brothers finger and loves sleeping cuddles with big sister. He only fusses when he thinks he's overly hungry. He doesn't even fuss about his diaper.

Actually, the other morning he was upset and wasn't eating and we freaked out... What else could possibly be wrong? He finally shot a huge gooby booger, farted and was all good to eat. He's such a boy.

He has peed, pooped and spit up on almost everything we own. A day is not complete unless he can spit up on his dad, at least once. Changing his diaper is hazard zone. If he just suddenly goes still and stares to the side, you better duck and cover. Of course, he doesn't always warn us. We've learned bath time is not over until he pees in the tub.

I am in such awe of this (huge) little guy and I can think of tweny-thousand billion things to share, but then you'd all think I was crazy (ok, crazier).

We're a little worried he'll outgrow a few of his baby things before he's ready because he's so big (like three month old big) but other than that things are looking really good. Almost perfect!

I've gained 4 pounds, which doesn't make me very happy but I'm not obsessing over it... yet. I am doing my best not to worry myself into another eating disorder. When I was pregnant with my first, I damn neared weighed my food. I was so crazy and did not enjoy having my beautiful abs (that I had just made flat, by the way) destroyed and stretched. As soon as he was born, I was out walking, running, riding and not eating more than white rice and eggs. I dropped to a disgusting 117. I fit in size 5 jeans and I was seriously sick.

I can't and won't do that again... but I cannot stay at 194 either.
I might have to *shudder* exercise (ugh... that word is so ugly!)... because apparently wishing it away isn't working... but that bowl of Lucky Charms is screaming my name!

I have to go and find my will power... I know I left it around here somewhere...

Paranoid or Coincidence?

I totally think someone is stalking me and trying to get something from either my or my friends FaceBook page. I have had my page for almost four years and I have never received a friend request from a random stranger. Never. So at the end of last week, my mom tells me that someone asked to be her friend and asks if I know who they are. This female just coincidentally has the same name as someone who has created fake profiles in the past (Hello, Jefferey Connors!). The profile picture is different and the name's spelled differently and so we chalk it up to coincidence.

My mom wrote to her asking if they knew each other, but never got a response.

Not even two days later, some guy who claims to have gone to the same school as me asks to be my friend. This guy even asked all my old school chums and tagged a fake photo. When I asked who he was... no response. He's not in any of the yearbooks and no one knows who he is. We report it and the profile is deleted.

Not even 24 hours later I have yet another friend request from a random stranger! I wrote, no response so I just declined it.

Normally, I wouldn't be so suspicious but three random friend requests right after my baby is born? Kind of a little too coincidental, right? It's like someone wants to see him and is trying to get in.

Now I'm all paranoid-ish. It's kind of a fun game, like spy vs spy.

Like how will they try again? Or will they try again? Or am I just crazy?

The family and I have our suspicions as to who's doing it and why but we'll see how it pans out.

I'll let you know if I'm just crazy or if it's legit.

Bird Flippin Baby

I'm a bit on the delirious side right now... so please excuse any typos or random ramblings of stuff I've already said.

We took our little chub monster in on Tuesday to get his tinker toy nipped and the past two nights he's been a bit more awake then we would have liked.
I think we slept about 4 hours and not consecutively. I have to admit I was getting spoiled by my wonderful baby sleeping through the night; apparently he agreed and decided to change it up a bit.

I was complaining (okay, I was totally whining) to my dad this morning about my lack of sleep when my so-called adorable baby laughed at me! That's right, he broke out into a huge grin and laughed. Whole house went silent as we all stared at him. Then with a crooked smile... he flips me the bird! As if to say "That's right Mom, and it's going to happen again"

We almost weren't going to be able to get him nipped... He's almost 13 pounds and just barely fit in the board they strapped him into to keep him still while they cut. Thankfully he's not a fussy baby or he totally would have been able to break free.

I thought I was going to have so much more time to do things around the house, but I feel like all I do is feed the baby. I'll finally get him to sleep and I'll get up to go start a project... and not five minutes later he's hungry again. I guess that's one of the problems with having such a big baby *sigh*

I feel fantastic. I finally can walk up the stairs without wanting to pass out. I keep looking at him wondering how the heck I carried him, let alone gave birth to him.
I gained 66 pounds this pregnancy (I was determined not to hit 70) and while I've lost 30 pounds, I really want to go back down to my starting weight. I liked being in the 150's. I know it's only been three weeks but I am anxious to get started on moving (we will not call it exercising) and burning off the weight. Typically when I work out and strive to lose the weight is when I gain more, so I'm going to use my will power and just think it off... That should work, right?