Tuesday, February 23, 2010

"This is what you get for waking me up, Mama!"

Three nights ago, I laid Nathaniel down for what I thought would be his last evening nap. The little one usually sleeps for an hour and hubby and I use that precious hour wisely--we eat dinner, talk about his day at work over a bowl of ice cream, and spend some alone time before he starts studying. And when little one wakes up, we start the nighttime routine: bath, cuddle time with daddy, a bedtime story, and breastfed by mommy. All of these have become a routine in our little household that when an hour passed by, I started checking on Nathaniel every five minutes even though he was sleeping in his swing, which was in the living room with us.

I turned off the rocking-option in his swing knowing this change will soon wake him up. We kept watching the Winter Olympics while we wait then switched to the recorded shows in the DVR when it got annoying because of too much talking and commercials and not enough of the actual events. Another hour passed by and the little one was still asleep. Hubby wanted to play a game in his PS3 and I picked up Dear John and started rereading it.

Then yet another hour passed by. I only noticed this when I heard my husband asked: "Is he still alive?" After checking that our baby boy was indeed still alive, I jokingly said that I will be so angry if Nathaniel is finally going to "sleep through the night" but decided to do it very early in the evening. Needless to say, I started to become paranoid with my own comment. I told hubby that I will give our little boy another hour to wake up on his own, which will be four hours later since he fell asleep (so much for a nap!).

The fourth hour rolled around and I woke up Nathaniel despite my husband's recommendation not to. He opened his little eyes, gave a huge smile when he saw mommy, and I started feeding him without waiting for signs of hunger because we all know sleeping for four hours creates a huge appetite as a baby :)

When he was done nursing, I lifted him up to place him on my shoulder to burp him. He gave a huge belch, which I'm sure puts some grown men to shame. I was just getting ready to say 'good one' when Nathaniel thought it would be more appropriate to follow this with a loud fart. After laughing and wondering once again how a person so little can make such disgusting sounds, we went to his nursery to change his wet diaper.

I guess, Nathaniel decided it was time to make Mama pay for waking him up. As I lifted his bottom up to put a new diaper, baby boy decided to poop and just barely missing my hand. My husband must have heard me screamed because he came to the room, handed me a clean wipe while laughing at me, I must add. Right about this time, Nathaniel thought it would be fun to pee on his face. I cleaned the little Booger, put a fresh diaper, and figured we will start the nighttime routine in 30 minutes. Ha! But the fun just started!

As soon as I sat down to start playing with him, Nathaniel gave another loud fart. Well, this particular loud fart happened to be an explosive poop. But I didn't know that till hubby pointed it out. I quickly ran back to his nursery while carefully trying not to get any poo on me. Hubby followed us to say we should give Nathaniel a bath now but I reasoned he won't be tired yet when the nighttime routine is over. (But just between you and me, I swear he followed us just so he could keep laughing at me!). And as I'm cleaning Nathaniel again, he decided to pee all over the wall, all over me, and all over himself. How he managed to do all those is still a mystery to me. Hubby, who still found all of these amusing, finished cleaning Nathaniel while saying: "This is what you get! This is what you get for waking me up, Mama!" I left the room with my head down, cleaned up a bit, and started setting up the bath for the nighttime routine--all while listening to the boys laughing.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Two Months Old

Our little Devil Pup is two months old today! He now has a social smile but I still have yet to capture it on camera. Nathaniel also likes to "talk" and he has a certain coo-ing noise that sounds like "I love you." We pretend he really is saying it and it just makes our day so much brighter :)

Did you notice his "Tough like Daddy" shirt has a bulldog on it with matching camo shorts? ;) Ooh-rah!

Dean is now well into his Arabic classes and has been talking to Nathaniel in Arabic (poor little boy is going to be confused with two parents talking to him in two different languages on top of English!) He has his first Sound & Script exam this Friday so if you remember, please say a little prayer for Dean on Friday.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Valentine's Day Pictures: Fail!




Oh, Nathaniel!

Getting better...


Mom, quit kissing me!

Mommy & Captain Adorable

I think they need a nap!

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Tummy Time

I'm ashamed to admit that only recently have I started placing Nathaniel on his belly. He had so much belly issues for the first weeks of his life that (at the most) he could only tolerate laying on his belly when he's on my or Dean's belly. But starting this week, I have been gradually increasing the length of his tummy time to strengthen his neck muscles so he could hold his big head up -- thanks to his Dad, who in turn blames Nathaniel's great-grandfather Smith :) Needless to say, for now Nathaniel hates tummy time.

I wonder how long his dark blue eyes will last?

Oh my little model :)

And he's starting to get angry...

I am finally at the stage where I find his "crying" pictures just as precious as his smiling ones :)

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

"Little" One

Nathaniel got his first set of vaccines last Monday (a total of 3 shots and 1 liquid medication) so he was feeling achy and had a low grade fever. He is feeling much better today and hasn't needed any fever-reducing/pain reliever medication.

Also, our "little" one now weighs 12lbs, 11oz and is almost 23 inches long!

February 7, 2010

Watching the Superbowl with Daddy

Cranky because the Colts lost :)

February 10, 2010

Playing and "talking" to his woodland friends

His bouncer has been such a blessing! For the past week, I am finally able to have dinner ready again when Dean comes home from work (that's a record!). Nathaniel is happy in his bouncer as long as he can see and hear his Mama :)

Friday, February 5, 2010

Pictures, pictures, & more pictures!

January 20, 2010

Mommy & her little monster :)

January 28, 2010

One of Nathaniel's many faces

Now he just looks bored

I have a secret!

February 3, 2010

How many times are we going to see this look in our lifetime? :)

For now, we can only get Nathaniel to smile once. I can't wait till he starts smiling in a row and eventually to hear his laugh!
P.S. He looks like a cabbage patch kid with his hair in this picture :P

A friend commented that Nathaniel looks like he is taking his picture in here. Dean says, "Yea, he's that awesome!"

February 5, 2010

Nathaniel takes multiple mini morning naps. He usually takes three to four 30-45 minutes nap before taking a "long" one. Yes, very exhausting! And I never know when the long daytime nap is going to happen so who knew cooking lunch or dinner could take three to four hours? :)

But we either have an exhausted (but sane) mama and eventually a sleeping baby or let him cry it out and have an exhausted mama and awake, cranky baby. I think I'll take the first one!

Please let me out, Mama!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

It's a... baby!

18 weeks, 5 days pregnant
The well sealed sonogram picture for five months!

It seems as though as soon as people find out that you are pregnant, the appropriate response is to ask whether you are carrying a boy or a girl. When my husband and I were pregnant with our first born, we opted to wait to find out the gender of our little one. For us, we could not think of a "good enough" reason to find out ahead of time other than for buying gender appropriate clothes and decorating the nursery with either blue or pink color.

But mostly, our main reason we chose to wait is because I wanted my husband to tell me what we're having as soon as I deliver. Not from a sonogram, not from the radiology technician, not from our OB doctor--but from my husband. This is our final moment as just husband and wife and we want to really cherish the moment we became a family.

6 weeks, 3 days

Our little boy is now seven weeks old today and we still do not regret our decision to wait :)
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