Monday, December 31, 2007

28 Resolutions for 2008

Inspired by my beautiful friends Sweeney and Soltesz, here are 28 New Year's Resolutions for 2008 (in no particular order):

1. Nix the bad language, all of it

2. Post to Oscarelli at least three times a week

3. Make a plan for baby #2

4. Loose 30 lbs

5. Train for a triathlon (inspired by my friend and triathlete Lineman)

6. Volunteer at least once a month

7. Eat more veggies and less ice cream

8. Bake at least one homemade desert a week (this may look like a direct contradiction to numbers four and seven, but all things in moderation)

9. Make a meal plan for each week, and stick to it five days out of seven in an effort to waste less food

10. And on that note, waste less, consume less, and recycle/reuse more

11. Drink at least eight glasses of water a day

12. Cut Nelson a little more slack (but just a little)

13. Make time for a shower at least every other day

14. Make time for myself, period

15. Laugh with my husband every day

16. See at least one movie in a theater

17. Read at least twelve grown-up books this year

18. Play fetch with Valentine at least once a week (we both need it)

19. Get my hair cut on a regular basis (oh, Suzanne how I miss you!)

20. Call my Mom once a week

21. Call my Dad once a week

22. Have lunch with my sister once a month

23. Go to the library more often (I went zero times in 2007, and that makes me sad)

24. Put Oscar's bassinet in the attic, before we need it for baby no. 2

25. Purge my closets, dressers, and cabinets of unwanted/unneeded items and donate them

26. Buy a steamer and start steaming all our veggies

27. Get the bridge work done on tooth #7 that I've been putting off since October

28. Make the bed four days out of seven

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Seven minute shower

I can take a shower in seven minutes flat. Eleven if I need to shave my legs. In and out, that's always been my motto. My life has always been much too busy to waste my time away in a luxuriously long shower. Since becoming a mom, this has never been more true, and my quick showering skills often come in handy. Sometimes seven minutes is all you can get at the tail end of the morning nap, after you've cleaned up from baby breakfast, scarfed down a bowl of cereal, chopped some veggies for dinner, and thrown in a load of laundry (and that's another thing - how does one little baby make so many dirty clothes?). All of this before 10am. I actually heard the other day that 74% of moms do not get to shower daily. I'm one of these moms, so even a seven minute shower is a luxury. My friend Erin told me that your hair gets used to not being washed every day, and it's true, it does.

I was always proud of my speedy showering, but, I gotta tell ya, I just took the longest shower of my life (30 minutes!!!) and it was the most relaxing, soothing, euphoric experience I've had in MONTHS. Even if I had to wait until 10pm when everyone else was fast asleep. Totally worth a late night.

Sunday, December 16, 2007


The napping strike continues. In addition to the napping strike, he's also refusing to go to bed or sleep through the night. That's right, my great little sleeper that has been sleeping through the night for the past three and a half months is now waking not one, not two, but THREE times every night. And, on top of that, instead of going to bed around 7pm, he's staying up till around 9pm. So, it is bed at nine (after waging the the war to end all wars in his fight against sleep); up at 11 for a quick snuggle and rock back to sleep; up at 1am for a nurse and a snuggle; up at 4am for a nurse and a snuggle; up at 8am for the day. Our pediatrician, who we saw on Friday, told me this could be caused by teething - and he totally is teething right now and those two little suckers at the bottom are just below the surface. He also said that babies start to really dream around six months, so that could also be the cause. But he did assure me that over the next three months Oscar will develop a regular nap schedule and he will start sleeping through the night again. Dr. Jones has been right on the money with just about every issue we've asked him about so far, so I'm hoping he's right about this as well.

In other baby news, Oscar had a great check up! He weighed in at just under 17lbs and measured a whopping 27.5 inches! Dr. Jones also gave us the green light to start Oscar on yogurt, cottage cheese, toast, crackers, and Cheerios! That's right - he's officially ready for finger foods. I just can't believe he's such a big boy. I'm such a proud mama.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Is that you, Santa?

On Saturday morning, I dressed Oscar up in his Christmas best and sat him on the couch to take a photo for our family holiday card. Oscar can sit up by himself pretty well these days, for up to a minute, a skill I was hoping he'd show off for our holiday card. No dice. He was lounging back against the couch in most of the photos. I only ended up getting about half a dozen shots before the camera battery died. I figured I'd just charge it and take more photos later in the day, but my little prune eater pooped out his fancy clothes before I got a chance. Thankfully, a couple of the shots were good enough for our card. Here is one of the discards, but it was my brother's favorite and it almost made the cut.

Friday, December 7, 2007

An owie to one is an owie to all

Oscar is on strike. A napping strike. I can get him to go down, but only for 30 or 40 minutes at a time (sometimes less) and if I'm really lucky he'll do an hour, hour and a half (but then no other naps all day). The kid just isn't getting enough rest. A baby Oscar's age needs 14-15 hours a day, and Oscar is getting around 12. Not getting enough sleep is causing him to be overtired by bedtime (7pm) and when he's overtired it is immensely difficult to get him to sleep. I know this sounds counter intuitive, but ask any parent - an overtired kid is bedtime's worst enemy. I find this problem particularly frustrating because Oscar has always been great about going to bed at night. I've got to find a way to end the strike.

My last job was at a union advocacy organization, and I am a former union member (WBNG). I was actually the shop steward and I was on the bargaining committee, so I know a little bit about contract negotiations. Usually, workers make contract demands, employers refuse to meet these demands, workers go out on strike until the dispute is settled (okay, it is a little more involved than that, but I'm just giving you the gist here). Unfortunately, in this situation, I'm management (boo!) and I've never bargained from this side of the table before. But I am totally willing to negotiate. I figure Oscar must have some demands, but since he can't talk I need to figure out what they are some other way. What do babies want?

More diaper changes!
More breast milk!
Less peas!
More rattles!
More tickles!
Fewer baths!

Oscar, you win! I give in to all of your demands, just please, please, take a real nap! My little guy is fighting the power, so technically I couldn't be more proud of him. I just wish the power wasn't me.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

And just because my boy is gorgeous...

Here's a close up of my smiling, laughing, drooling baby boy. Isn't he beautiful?

Jenni is a lame blogger!

Between Oscar and holiday shopping I've been so stinking busy I haven't had two seconds to sit down and blog! Lots of news - Oscar is sitting by himself for close to a minute, rolling over every second I put him down, laughing hysterically at just about everything, and screeching so loud every ear drum in the house has ruptured. He's so wiggly that I have to give him a toy just to change his diaper, or he'll try to roll over, or grab at the lamp shade or my hair. He pretty much grabs my hair, lips, nose every chance he gets. And tonight, he tried to grab Nelson's pasta right off his plate! He has a check up next Friday, so we'll see if we get the green light on finger foods and drinking from a cup. Oscar certainly thinks he's ready!

His personality is really starting to shine and he is more and more fun every day. He's also growing like a weed, but up more so than out. He's put on a couple of pounds in the past few months, but he's really gotten tall. I miss his extra chins, but he's still just about the cutest thing I've ever seen. And, yes, still giving me a hard time about his naps. Here's a shot of him screeching and enjoying the heck out of his Exersaucer.