Spoiled Sleeper

Today I am not feeling that great. I've been getting too little sleep lately and it is starting to catch up with me. When Lucas finished eating this afternoon, he was yawning and acting tired so I put him in his crib for a nap (hoping to get in a little catch up sleep myself). He whined and fussed on and off for about a half an hour. Finally, I got up and brought him into bed with me. He lay there looking at me for a minute or so, his eyes grew heavy, he slowly blinked a few times and then conked out. He is still sleeping in there an hour and a half later and I never got my nap. I just lay there watching him sleep. In awe that he is mine. Is he spoiled or what?

24--Jack no more?

I am not much of a TV watcher, but really got into the terrorist fighting drama, 24, this season. Last night, the season ended with the last two nail-biting episodes. We recorded it because we were out shopping and then had to get Lucas off to bed. After that, we were up until 12:30 engrossed in it. It's much nicer to watch recorded TV as you can fast forward through the commercials. That cut out 30 minutes of viewing time!

Anyway, I am sad that Jack Bauer, the main character, is probably off the show for good. You see, he had to fake his own death to prevent the Secret Service from killing him because the Chinese government wanted to question him for authorizing an attack on their Embassy. The order to do so ultimately came down from the White House and if the Chinese found this out it could result in very bad relations with the US. So, after being warned of his murder order, Jack acted like he had been shot, took meds to make his pulse stop, was revived by his CTU friends, taken to the border and given a new identity. Maybe just maybe, he will come back as Jacques Beauregard. The frenchman who actually wants to prevent terrorism, but only can in the US because his own county doesn't care. But unfortunately, I think that he is gone. Now who will do everything at CTU? Chloe?

High

It is 2:30 in the morning and I am buzzing. I drank coffee five or so hours ago like an idiot and am still racing. It was a very small amount, too, out of a child-sized mug. How pathetic that I am so effected by caffeine again after laying off it while pregnant and now while breastfeeding. To not be able to sleep when I am so deprived is torturous. After an hour of laying there twitching, I decided to get up and blog. It is the most high that I have ever felt (besides a runner's high after a good long run). I can literally feel the hair on my arms moving. This is sick. Coffee really is a drug.

Growth Spurt

My kiddo is fast growing. Today we graduated him into 3-6 month outfits. His old ones (especially the footed sleepers that he wears most of the time) were starting to pull at the neck and his legs couldn't fully extend in them anymore. The one that he is in now looked HUGE when I bought it a month or so ago. And he is really too big for his bassinet that he is napping in today. I think that he will be tall like his Daddy.

Ironic how he is growing and mamma is shrinking.

They FIT!

Real jeans. I tried all of mine on yesterday and found one pair that actually fit (ok, so they are low rise and REAL tight, but they fastened at the waist). A size six even. The others wouldn't have gone on unless I had used a crowbar and some axle grease. I wondered what kind of sick, freakish body I had before as I stood trying fruitlessly to tug pair after pair up over my butt. Will I ever look the same again? I think that it is time to run another marathon. I'm considering one in the fall or winter. How happy I am, though, to give up the maternity ones and wear real jeans again. Woo Hoo!

Mother's Day Present

On Sunday night, Lucas gave me his gift. He slept seven hours, only awakening once in the night (4 am) for a five minute snack. The next morning at 7 am when I was just starting to worry about him, he woke up. It was a welcome break from waking 2-4 times per night as I have over the past month and a half. What a perfect present to wake up refreshed for a change! Oh let it continue...

Sock Sucker

As I type this, my son is just nodding off to sleep after sucking on his sock. No, he is not a contortionist. The sock is on his hand. We have him wear his "hand socks" as we call them to keep him from scratching his face with his spastic newborn hands and razor sharp nails. They also keep him warm.

In the past week, it seems that he has discovered his thumb. Apparently, it tastes good to him, much to our dismay. Thumb sucking is a hard habit to break, not to mention the fact that it messes up kid's teeth. When I catch him munching on it, I try to pull it out and substitute it with a pacifier. He just makes a miserable face, spits the pacifier out and resumes shoving his sock-covered fist in his face. One would think that the sock on his hand would dissuade him from thumb sucking. Not so. Lucas just sucks away at the stinky sock and makes a face like I would when biting into a fine piece of chocolate.

Twin

We ventured out to Napa Valley this weekend on our first major outing since Lucas was born. He was so good, sleeping most of the 2 hour car ride there and through our whole picnic lunch, too. When he finally woke up, we walked around the winery gift shop for a little bit before we turned around and headed home.

A funny thing happened in the wine shop...A man holding a little baby boy about Lucas' size approached my mother-in-law to ask her a question. Instead of answering him, she shot back with another question. "Is that my grandson?" she demanded thinking that he had either abducted Lucas or that we were playing a trick on her. Turned out that it was a different kid a few weeks younger who really looked similar to my son. He was even wearing the same hat that Lucas had on that day. We got to talking to the couple and they live near us in Sacramento. After exchanging numbers with them, we parted and then ran into them again the next day at another tourist area called Old Sacramento. What a random way to meet new friends! At least I hope that they become our friends. After all, our sons could pass for twins.

Bottle Fed

My boy took the bottle like a pro this weekend. That means that I can get out sometime by myself for a few hours and Daddy can feed him.

It was so weird to see him eating from across the table and in someone elses arms instead of right beside me. Nice, but a little sad, too. He is growing up.