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July 23, 2006

There's Something About Hippo (Picture)

Here is a picture:

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July 22, 2006

There's Something About Hippo

Dylan's sleeping, so this entry may come to an abrupt stop. You never know.

Way back when I was pregnant - which in all reality was only 2 months ago but feels like forever - I needed maternity clothes to fit my fat pregnant self. There is a wonderful little store called Motherhood Maternity that sells reasonably affordable maternity clothes. So I went to the mall and walked my fat pregnant self to Motherhood Maternity to buy some clothes. I had a gift card and when all was said and done, I still had a few extra dollars left on it. I didn't need more clothes at that point, and there were the cutest little stuffed animals sitting on one of the racks, so I bought two of them - a duck (yellow) and a hippo (green).

Fast forward to now. Or rather, a week or so ago.

Dylan was just starting to be able to really see and focus on things. He started smiling and laughing. Every so often he would smile at Mommy. Every so often he would smile at Daddy. And more times than not, he was smiling and laughing at Hippo, who lives on the rail of his crib. (Mommy may have been jealous of a stuffed animal at one point until she realized how uber pathetic that was).

Nothing makes Dylan happier now than lying in his crib, watching his mobile spin around and play Lullaby, laughing, smiling, and kicking and squealing at Hippo. Seriously, if you pick him up when he's doing this, he'll scream. And earlier this evening he was screaming like there was no tomorrow and we put him down in the crib to swaddle him and he instantly calmed down and started laughing and kicking. I can't say I understand, but it's cute.

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July 21, 2006

Stroller(So Very Un)Fit

Yeah, it's been a while.We've been busy.

We went to the Cardiologist for Dylan. Don't worry. He's fine. (Thank goodness). He has an innocent murmur, which they say is completely normal and nothing to worry about. (He was very good and really liked the ultrasound. Darren thinks it's because it was in black and white.

And we started an exercise class. It's called StrollerFit. When Darren showed the article in the Neighbor News about it to me, I jumped at the chance to exercise with other new moms. Of course, in my infinite snobbery, I didn't expect much of a workout. I mean please. I'm a dancer. How hard could an exercise class for a bunch of moms pushing around strollers be?

Holy shit crow.

We run stairs. We do wind sprints. We do "the train" where everyone powerwalks behind each other around the basketball courts then the last person runs to the front and so on until everyone has gone. We also do other cardio, abs, arms, legs. Oh my goodness. What a workout.

Shoot. He's crying. The Sleepless Wonder.

More later.

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July 07, 2006

The Best Feeling In The World

Unfortunately, the best feeling in the world was caused by the worst feeling in the world. Let me back up.

The night before last, Dylan and I were doing our nightly feeding at about 3:30. It was your run of the mill nighttime feeding - big messy poop in the middle of it, spit up while Mommy was cleaning the poop - until the end, when Dylan did not fall back to sleep. No problem. I swaddled him up, sat back down and we began to rock.

About 5 minutes into rocking, I started to feel very hot. Not surprising, since my baby is a little furnace. So I turned on the air conditioner and continued to rock. After another 5 minutes I started to feel very sick. I ended up running up the stairs, putting Dylan in his pack and play and running back downstairs to throw up. I told Darren that I had thrown up and he, being the wonderful husband and father that he is, told me I was probably exhausted and he took over putting Dylan the rest of the way to sleep.

The next morning (yesterday) Darren had to wake me up because I slept through Dylan's fussing. I sat up to re-swaddle him (we always try that before feeding him because sometimes he's not hungry yet, he just worked himself out of his swaddle). I thought I was going to puke all over his pack and play. Long story short (or shorter, since I've already rambled) I ended up having to call my mom to come over because whenever I sat up I would get really nauseaus.

Back to the best feeling in the world.

My mom took care of Dylan for the whole morning until I was feeling a little better. I still felt queasy, but I missed my baby. :( So as she was changing him, I went in and stood by his head. He turned his little head towards me and when he saw me, his eyes brightened, he smiled, laughed and made happy baby coo noises and squirmed around kicking his feet and swinging his arms in obvious glee. I thought I was going to cry. He was just so excited to see Mommy, it was the most wonderful thing in the entire world. I can't even tell you. That made all the other crap that comes along with a newborn totally worth it. Of course, sleeping through the night would still be nice... but being woken up at 2-3 am is way more tolerable now.

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