Where did mommy put her keys?

Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I did my fair share of third person talking (in which I call myself mommy) before Henry was born, as we do it with Mocha all the time (dogs are so much more entertaining when you talk for them!). I now spend my days constantly talking to Henry, typically in the third person. For example: "Henry, I'm going to put you in your swing for a second so Mommy can go pee." I haven't been away from him that much, and when I have been, it hasn't been for more than a few hours...so apparently, this third person stuff has really become a part of me as you will see below.

I was meeting with some perspective clients at a Starbucks. After our meeting was over, and the couple had walked away, I was digging around in my bag for my keys. I couldn't find them at first and blurted out:

"Where did mommy put her keys?"

I'm pretty sure the couple was not in ear shot of that, and I don't think anyone else was close enough to hear it...hopefully.

I think it's safe to say my mommy identity has solidified itself.

Happy Two Months! (Yesterday)

Tuesday, September 29, 2009
This should have been posted yesterday, but I didn't get to it. Here are a few photos I took in honor of Henry's two month birthday. He was fussy when I took the 1 month photos, and fussy yesterday as well--so I didn't get too many--but here are the few I was able to capture. 












In other news, I go back to work on Monday. The anxiety of this has begun to invade my dreams, understandably, as I can no longer block it out of my mind. Most of you know I work full time as an early childhood special education teacher, which is the job I will return to full time on Monday. I also work part time for the Minnesota Twins, as a guest services supervisor type person. I won't be returning to that job until next year (yay for Target Field)--unless the Twins miraculously make the playoffs, which is a definite possibility, and thus, I may work a few playoff games. Anyway, my dream last night had me in some sort of baseball stadium, though it wasn't the dome (maybe Target Field?). There were people in my dream from both places of employment, and after a short meeting with what appeared to be mostly school co-workers at this baseball stadium type place, I said I had to go make some copies. Instead of making copies, I ran into other people that I work with at the dome and forgot about the copies. After finishing conversations with them, I began to wander aimlessly around the stadium forgetting where I was and what I was supposed to be doing. I was then approached by my school coworker Amy (I wonder if you're reading this :) ) who reprimanded me for not getting my copies done and not immediately going back to the meeting or wherever it was I was supposed to go. I then cried to her telling her I just couldn't think straight because I missed Henry so much and that I was so sorry for not doing my job appropriately. I woke up thinking it had been quite real, with a strong feeling of needing to apologize to Amy for not doing my job. Thankfully this wasn't real, and hopefully it wasn't a premonition that I will get lost going from my closet office to my adjoining classroom next week.

Henry's Baptism

Monday, September 28, 2009
Here's a bunch of pictures from Henry's big day on Sunday.

He wore an antique gown that has been in daddy's family for a very, very long time. Daddy was also baptized in this gown. Also, the blanket that you see in each picture was crocheted by Henry's Grandma Filand, my mom.


Here's the big moment! This was the only time he cried during the whole ceremony which probably lasted about 45 minutes with the other three babies.

Henry with us and his godparents: Auntie Liz and Uncle Josh.

After we got home, we took a bunch of family pictures.



I hate my closet.

Friday, September 25, 2009

So in the past few weeks, our closet has slowly begun to look like a tornado ran through it. Why? Because each day when I get dressed, (feeling like maybe I lost a few centimeters from the last time I dressed) I try on something that I "think" might fit me. I've tried on everything from my most favorite pair of jeans to tops that I once thought were "huge" on me. Each day, something new wound up in the floor due to the frustration of it not coming anywhere close to fitting...none of it. I was forced to clean up my mess last night, as Ryan and his dad need to get up in the attic for something tomorrow. After I cleaned it all up and folded all of my jeans American Eagle style (I once worked there), I was in awe at how awesome a clean closet looks. And then as I stood back and realized that out of the 20some pair of jeans on the shelf, only two of them fit (the two pair that I have bought post-pregnancy,) I wanted to throw them all out. I just want to get back into my favorite jeans, because as you will see below, shopping for new ones with this new body hasn't been too enjoyable.

This is a conversation I had with an American Eagle employee last week when looking at jeans.

*immediately upon entering the store--with Henry in his stroller*

"Can I help you find something?" -employee
"I'm just looking for jeans." -me
"Anything in particular?" -employee
"Just ones that are bigger than what I have at home." -me
"How do you like your jeans to fit? Like the ones you have on now?" -employee
"Umm, no. These are maternity jeans." -me
"Oh, ok. Well I'm going to suggest our "stretch" jeans then since you had a baby. They stretch really well and are comfortable to wear all day long." -employee

Needless to say, I did not purchase jeans from American Eagle that day.

Friday Night Smiles!

I tried all morning to get a cute little video of Henry smiling, but he just wouldn't do it by the time I got the camera out.

After his last feeding for the night (when he should be sleeping!) I was able to capture this gem. Friday night party time at our house! Henry's too happy to go to bed!




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Flashback Friday!

So I saw this on another blog that I read and thought it was a great idea. Each Friday (if I can remember) I will post an old picture. We can't flashback very far into Henry's life yet, so for now, here's an old, old picture of mommy and daddy. This was back in 2003, my senior year in high school at our "Winterfest" dance. It's hard to believe this was over 6.5 years ago. It's crazy to think how far we've come since then: married, master's degrees, full time jobs, house, dog, and baby! Enjoy! And I apologize to my husband for posting this picture...he probably won't like it because this was during the short period of time where he still had braces and I had just gotten mine off.

Henry's poop is attracted to white shirts.

Thursday, September 24, 2009
This post has the word "poop" in its title. I feel like a 5th grader...it makes me chuckle.

So Henry has what we call "blowouts" about once every couple days no matter how careful I am about putting diapers on. The poop finds its way out of the diaper and onto his back.

After the third blowout that happened this week, I have discovered that these only occur when he is wearing a white shirt. Awesome...even the miraculous Biz can't get it his poop out of white shirts.

I have also discovered that these blowouts only happen during the middle of a feeding. If I stop him mid feeding he does the following:
1. Freaks out and starts screaming
2. Spits up all over the place.

Thus, I can't really do anything about his blowouts until he has finished eating, which these days, still takes him about 20 minutes. And then, to prevent him from spitting up, I have to properly burp him and keep him upright for awhile. However, this presents a problem, because the exact spot where I'm supposed to pat his lower back is usually where the poop is.

Then, it's a struggle to get to shirt off to prevent the poop from going all over him as you take it off and/or the poop going all over the rest of the shirt as you take it off.

Note to self, avoid the white shirts for a while.

This concludes the poop post.

We met Wendy.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009
So I tried not to cry the whole way to Wendy's and tried really hard not to cry while I was there. It worked for the most part, but halfway through the visit as I looked around and realized that this would now be where my son would be for 40 hours a week rather than with me, it was hard to stop my eyes from welling up.

As soon as we got there, the 6 children that were there all ran in yelling "Baby, Baby!" and crowded around his car seat as I put him down. That was really cute and made me feel a little better and tear up a bit more. Wendy then tried to get one of the younger girls who is almost 2 to say "Henry" and it came out more like "uh-ree" which was adorable. They were all very excited and eager to see/touch him--with the touching part making me a little nervous.

Wendy was really great with him, and he only fussed here and there because I think he was tired (as I had taken him over there during a time when he typically naps).

Henry isn't really on any napping schedule yet, which she said is fine...she's had babies before that didn't nap well (so I'm sure it's nothing to worry about mom) and they eventually get into a routine. She also will have the crib set up right in the kitchen and also has a swing for him to sit in. He LOVES his swing at home, but ours has a lot of bells and whistles, so I don't know how much he will like her simple tabletop one...we'll see.

I was relieved when it was time to go because I knew that I was taking him back home with me. And then once I got out the door, I couldn't contain my emotions anymore as I knew the next time I left that house, I would be leaving Henry behind and I cried the whole way home.

There just aren't enough words to describe how much this is starting to hurt.

Meeting Wendy

Monday, September 21, 2009
Wendy is going to be Henry's daycare "mommy". Henry is going to go meet her in about 30 minutes for the first time. It took me until he was 5 weeks to call her and touch base, and then another 2 weeks to call back and schedule a day to come in. She seems to be a wonderful lady and is very excited to have a baby in her home again but I was putting it off as long as I could..that way it didn't really seem real to me.

As soon as I hung up the phone after telling her we'd be over, the tears started to fall.

Unfortunately, it's real now.

Are you crying? There's no crying in baseball!

Sunday, September 20, 2009
So even though I told myself that we would wait to take Henry to his first Twins game next year when the fabulous new Target Field opens up, Twins baseball got exciting in the last week and I caved. To the left you see Henry's mood right when we found our seats. No, they weren't the best seats, but we wanted to be in a row by ourselves, so we were up in the Morneau homerun section in upper right field...way up. We thought we had found a great spot, but within 10 minutes, a birthday party group of 12 6-7 year olds sat behind us. Awesome. Though I love children, I am more than slightly annoyed by children who are not properly disciplined by their parents when in public, and it was clear that that was going to be the case here, so we left. Never mind the fact that I was giving nursing in public a try, and I didn't want anyone behind us.

After Henry ate, he pretty much slept through the first three innings. After that, we decided to go see all of mommy's coworkers whom she hadn't seen since June. We made a stop at guest services, the front desk, and the dining room. Henry even got to walk by Brian Buscher when we walked past the dugout entrance. Too bad he was sleeping and didn't know it! We then made a stop out to another guest services desk and Henry was treated with two more Twins t-shirts--one Cuddyer and one Morneau, which was a gift from my co-worker Amy. Mommy and daddy bought him his first Twins jersey. They were clearance-ing out a bunch of merchandise in anticipation of not having to move as much to the new stadium, so we got the $65 jersey for $20 bucks. It's a 24 month size, so he won't be wearing it anytime soon, but I'm very excited about it and the amount spent on it.

After all that visiting and ooing and ahhing over Henry, we went back to our seats. Henry had grown a bit cranky by this point. I tried to feed him again which he didn't seem to want. So we attempted to get a few more pictures and left in the 8th inning after the stupid Tigers scored their 6th run. Too bad they couldn't win for Henry's first game...maybe next time! Click on the photo below for a link to the rest of the photos.


Drum roll please........

Saturday, September 19, 2009
Henry slept through the night!

We put him to bed at 8:00pm and he woke us up at 5:15am. That's a little early for the weekend, but that will be my wake up time when I go back to work, so I would definitely consider that sleeping through the night. Awesome!

Two weeks left.

Thursday, September 17, 2009
That is all.

People need to stop saying "That will be hard." after I tell them when I go back to work.

I know it will be the hardest thing I have ever done...stop reminding me...please.

End of post.

Al...most...there! (Sleeping through the night!)

Thursday, September 10, 2009
So we pretty much have our nighttime routine down. It typically begins around 7:00pm-7:30ish. Henry gets a bath every other night, gets his jammies on, listens to a story, is swaddled, fed, burped, and put to bed.

His last feeding last night was at 7:30 and we put him in his crib at about 8:00. This tends to fluctuate based on how the rest of his feedings get timed out throughout the day, but generally I like his last feeding to be by 8:30 at the latest.

He didn't wake up until 4:10am. That's right folks....that's a total of just over 8 hours. He needs to get himself to go just 1.5 more hours and mommy will officially refer to it as sleeping through the night. We are almost there. :)

6 weeks!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009
As always, more on facebook!








Watch out Target customers!

Now that Henry has been out seeing the world a bit more...I've realized something when we go to Target--that I likely look similar to this when I push the cart:

http://www.zuguide.com/image/Ace-Ventura-Pet-Detective.jpg

Putting Henry's carseat on top of the cart causes me to be able to see NOTHING in front of me because of my height. Thus, I need to push the cart with my head out to the side much like Jim Carrey in the classic Ace Ventura movie. I look ridiculous and am constantly afraid I'm going to bump into someone or run over some poor child.

In other Henry news, he's continuing on his pattern of only getting up once a night and then waking for the day around 6am. I am very happy about this. I can definitely handle one time a night. Here's to hoping he's sleeping through the night by the time I go back to work.

His favorite activity these days (other than eating) is to lay on a blanket on the floor. He tolerates tummy time much better now that he can hold his head up a bit. He is also able to hang on to a rattle and move it around a bit--I just don't think he knows that yet. And, he is also smiling a lot more, which is amazing.

Henry just lost his breakfast all over me, so this post is ending. I'll get some new photos up later.

Henry rolled over.....5 times!

Thursday, September 3, 2009
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We have a super baby! He rolled over 5 times in a row for us tonight!
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