Thursday, June 17, 2010

The return of the blogger

I'm baaaaaack!

This is my commitment to reestablish my blogging daily. Instead of trying to take a nap while baby naps first thing in the morning, which usually only pisses me off due to the shortness of the nap period or my inability to actually sleep, I have decided it's blogging time when possible. I was laying in bed last night thinking of a hundred things I could blog about so I think my mojo may have reappeared on it's own. Let's hope I've come out as funny as before. I don't think pregnancy saps you of your sense of humor. Just lack of sleep does that.

Now, should my impertinent infant actually choose to sleep at night, we might find that my sense of humor returns. I seem to be stuck in an endless loop: I need to sleep train the baby so I can get more sleep but I can't face sleep training the baby until I get more sleep. I'm afraid I'll smother him in the middle of the night when he's crying or not sleeping. Oh, heck I'm close to that already.

It's amazing the psychosis that sets in when you have be denied a REM cycle for weeks. I thought this only happened to new mothers but here I am at month 4 in worse shape than ever. This kid used to sleep in big chunks right from the start. Now? He awakens every 1-2 hours just to kill me. I know he's not hungry. I know I've screwed up somehow. I just don't know how to fix it when I'm having hallucinations due to exhaustion.

The way I see it I have to be in pretty good mental state to beat night waking out of him without actually beating him.

But he is the greatest baby in most other ways. He is so mellow and happy. His smile lights up my world. I wish I could catch it on camera more often, but that poor guy is lucky to have any photos taken of him. Classic last child syndrome. Not a movie has been taken nor a photo in a nice outfit when by this time with the triplets there were hours of movies and pages of photos. All I have are photos of him laying around in cute onesies looking like the pillsbury dough boy.

Good lord he's fat.

This is my modeling pose: "I look casually away from the camera as if at a lover"

Tomorrow we go for our 4 month check up (today is my 4 month birthday!) and we find out how fat he really is. At 2 months he was 97th percentile. Think we can beat that? I think so. He weighed 15lbs 2 months ago. Any bets on how much tomorrow? I wish I had a thing to give away that wasn't used baby clothing or poopy diapers. But guess anyway!

I look forward to finding my funny again with ya'll! Stick around, things might just get hopping around here again!


  1. It's not an accident that sleep deprivation has been used as a form of torture for umpteen gazillion years. Leaves no marks, you see.

    I'm doubting if that's an intentional modeling pose. Babies at this age have not yet myelinated their exhibitionism and self-aggrandizement pathways.

  2. Ego starts early in my family...

  3. Mira's back Mira's back Mira's baaaack. Yippee. =) I truly can not imagine how exhausted you are, hand in there sleep is coming I promise. Now wight, my guess is 19lbs. ;0)

  4. I feel for you with the sleep deprivation; it does wear you down; my second of two didn't sleep through the night until 18 months old. but your little one is sooooo darling!!! Don't worry if he is a bit overweight, he'll lose it once he becomes mobile!! glad you will be blogging more regularly!


  5. He is glorious in his fatness.