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Mommy Win!

We’ve been having a few really long days for the last couple of days.  Ones where Logan eats a lot, and frequently, and doesn’t sleep long because he’s waking up to eat.  And sometimes when he’s awake and gets fussy, there is no solution other than to try nursing.  And that usually only works for about half the time. 

Of all the things I knew about babies and out of all the things I’ve read, I KNEW that babies enjoy being rocked to sleep.  I even put a gliding chair and ottoman on my baby shower registry, thinking Logan would be in my arms and we would rock together.  Not so much.  Usually, yes.  But sometimes we sit on the couch and just cuddle.

But out of all of those things, it never occurred to me that Logan would enjoy being in his carrier in the chair and just rocking.  And I KNEW babies like to be rocked to sleep.

He was so fussy, and I was trying to get dinner ready for Hubs and the rest of what he needed for work tonite, and it just dawned on my to put Logan in the chair.  And within ten minutes he was out. 

Total Mommy WIN.

I swear, I’ll get the hang of this parenting thing.  Someday.  Maybe never.


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Newsletter: Month One (or six weeks and one day)

Dear Logan,

You turned a month old on July 11.  Today you are 6 weeks and one day.  Yes, my son.  I was slacking.  But mostly because this idea didn’t come to me until I was driving you around to your doctor’s appointment and to pick up daddy from work. 

I can’t believe how quickly time is flying by.  One day, you were this little ninja kicking inside my stomach, then causing me pain as you were born, and now here you are, 12lbs and ready to take over the world.

I’m so proud of the way you are and how hard you work.  You can hold your head up on your own.  Sure, you occasionally head butt me, but that’s just the cost of admission.  Although, you seem to still hate tummy time.  Honestly, I’d hate it too.  That lack of control and not being able to look around at the stuff that’s above your head.  But you’ll get it.  And soon enough you’ll be crawling and we won’t be able to keep you off your belly.

What I love the most is that I can see you start to recognize me.  You can follow me with your eyes, and sometimes you light up when you see my face.  And you smile.  And giggle.  And it’s so amazing.  It’s funny to  watch you do those things in your sleep.  Nothing makes me crack up more than watching you giggle in your sleep.

But then there’s the sad face.  And that pouty lip.  I’m telling you, that lip will be the death of me when you get older.  I don’t like seeing your sad faces but it means your learning expressions and emotions.  And also telling me you’re hungry, or dirty, or need to burp.

Since your birth, you have been to the beach a dozen times, you’ve been to two baseball games, one where you ran the bases with daddy.  You’ve been to your first fireworks show, the bookstore, a farmer’s market, and the grocery store.  Not to mention a few houses of friends who absolutely adored you. And what’s more is that you slept through most of those things. 

You are a GREAT sleeper.  You get that from daddy’s side of the family.  Car rides are easy because you love to sleep in the car.  There have been a few times where the car ride was a little more difficult, but I blame the heat and we were just in the car too long.

And we’ve taken you to church.  We’v been having a hard time trying pick a parish to become a member of, mostly because there was a time that I wanted to only have one church, not six.  But we found a beautiful church that’s close by, and there’s another with a school, so I hope to become members of both. 

You are such a good eater, too.  I was worried for a minute because we couldn’t get the nursing thing down, but now we have a nice system, and you eat like a pig.  I guess that’s why you weigh 12 lbs.  But I won’t complain because your healthy and that’s all I could ever ask for.  I’m dreading the day you get your first fever, but I know we’ll get through it.

I do question, though, if you were really born a frog.  Every time I look over at you, you are in prime position to just hop away.  The FROG LEGS get in the way of changing your diaper or keeping blankets on.  You kick so much that there isn’t a blanket in this world that would stay on while you are kicking.  But when you’re sleeping, the blankets stay in place.  But you don’t.

More often than not, when you wake up in the morning or after a nap, you’ve changed position completely.  I put you down one way, and you squirmed so much that you ended up on the other side of your bassinet.  I guess that’s why you’re my little SQUIRMY WORMY.

Let’s face it, kid, there is nothing you do that isn’t cute.

We left you with a babysitter for the first time last week.  I was sad you weren’t with me, and it was the longest time I have been away from you since you were born.  But daddy and I used the time for a workshop to help with professional development.  You were such a good baby for your babysitter.  You ate and slept, you didn’t fuss or cry.  You made a really good impression.

I’d like to read and sing to you more.  I want you to have an appreciation for music and art and literature, and there’s no time like the present to start, although you probably won’t know what you’re hearing or seeing, someday you will and that’s what I want for you.

Logan, I can’t wait to see what the next month has in store.  So much has happened already, it’s hard to imagine more happening, but at the same time I’m so excited to see what you’ll do next.


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To the Doctor

Tomorrow, my baby, Logan, will be 6 weeks old.  6 weeks.  I almost can’t believe it.

Logan had a doctor’s appointment today.  At our last two appointments, we discussed getting his two month shots early.  Unfortunately because today he was one day shy of six weeks, he could not get his shots.  But he can get them as early as next week.

For the first time ever, we didn’t have to wait very long.  Normally no matter what time we get there, we have to wait for at least 45 minutes or more before we even get to see the nurse before the doctor.  Today it was maybe 15 minutes.  Not complaining today.

Our regular doctor had a med student with her today.  I always love when there are students there because they get to ask questions and I get to ask more questions, and it’s a whole big learning experience for everyone.  And usually questions are brought up that probably wouldn’t have been otherwise.  Actually, that’s a reason I love the doctor and hospital we go to: it’s a teaching hospital.

In other news, Logan is a healthy, growing little boy.  12 lbs, 26.5 inches long and a head size that is well above average.  Seriously.  The nurse had to measure it twice to make sure she measured correctly.  The whole time she was saying, I wonder whose head you have – mommy’s or daddy’s.  It’s funny because it’s true. 


What’s even better is that he’s doing well at everything from holding his head up to talking/cooing to making eye contact and looking around.  This kid even burps and poops like a champ.  Yup.  That’s mah kid!

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Running the Bases Before He Can Run

We took Logan to his first minor league baseball game Wednesday night.  We’d taken him to a college-level summer league game a few weeks back, where he slept the whole time.  But there is definitely a difference between the summer league and a AAA minor league team. 

Unfortunately, it was another hot day and the setting sun provided little to no relief with the exception of a minor breeze here and there.  The other upside was that we got seats behind Home Plate, which is always nice because you can see everything that’s happening.


We didn’t bring the carrier/car seat because they charge the cost of an adult ticket to bring those things in.  Capitalism at its best.  But Logan seemed fine sleeping in my arms and being handed back and forth between Hubs and me.  The only things I really remember about the game itself was that the Mud Hens scored 4 runs in the first inning and the Tides lost 4-3. 

After the game they often let kids run the bases, but at this game they opened it up to everyone.  Probably because there weren’t all that many people there.  Hubs was so excited to take Logan around the bases.  Because who doesn’t love a “first.”


Probably my favorite part of the night was when we were leaving and Hubs was carrying Logan out.  I love watching the great father/son moments, and I know they’re important to Hubs.  And they are certainly important to me.  And I know looking back Logan will know how loved he is.  And that he ran the bases before he was even able to walk.  Yup.  THAT’S the impressive part.


And I’m sure there will be so many more baseball games to come.  And more bases to run.