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May 23, 2011 – Alex

Our sweet boy is Alex is growing and growing.  He is now interacting more – cooing, tracking with his eyes and granting us the occasional smile. Although he is still sporting his diminutive chin, he also is growing his “Windemuth” cheeks, and is getting rounder by the day.  Our informal weight check on him today measured well over 12 pounds!  This weight gain is evidenced by his constant eating – and lack of long stretches of sleep.  He is typically up at least every 3 hours at night to eat, and eats far more often than that in the day.

May 18 marked two momentous occasions – Alex’s first smile (intentional and non-gas induced) AND Alex’s first “sleeping through the night”.  Although it wasn’t all night, it was a great, long stretch, lasting from 9pm to 4:30am. Wow!  I was thrilled (and desperate to nurse him to ease my growing discomfort).  But alas, it was not to be anything to count on – the next night he was up every 2 to 3 hours again.

May 21, 22, 23 – Alex has been VERY fussy all day.  He simply cries if he is awake.  We’ve dealt with this before, but normally is was in the evening and we assumed it was a colicky period.  This crying-all-day thing is not only emotionally draining, but physically exhausting.  The only thing that makes him stop crying is to nurse him.  He ate almost non-stop on May 22 (Sunday) and I was absolutely drained.  Decided today that I wasn’t doing that again. I’d feed him only when he began rooting, but otherwise I would deal with the crying and try other avenues to sooth him.  He does find sucking to be soothing, so he spent quite a bit of time with a binkie.  Today was better, overall, than yesterday was.

We are heading to Walla Walla this weekend to see that clan.  Hope we survive!

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May 23, 2011

As Cole gets bigger, he gets smarter.  I know that sounds quite obvious, but some days the leaps in imagination, in speech and in understanding are difficult to keep up with.

Cole is currently fascinated with his bum, and all things he can find there (see previous blog post regarding poop!).   We remind him constantly to keep his hands out of his pants, to which he responds with “No Bum” to show his understanding (if not his obeyance) of the directive.  Tonight in the bathtub, he was playing in the water as it was draining out, and eventually his hands headed south.  Without my saying anything, he piped up “No Bum,” to which I responded, “That’s right, no bum.”  He again put his hands to his bum and, as the bubbles drained out of the tub he said “PooPoo Bubbles!”  I know it’s wrong to laugh…but…

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May 1, 2011

I really never could have envisioned the entirely crazy things you end up doing as a parent. Not only are some things crazy but sometimes really really gross. Today was just such a day when I was lucky enough to confront some awfully gross craziness.

Cole went down for his usual afternoon nap and things seemed to be going well. He has been getting a bit of a cold so we weren’t entirely sure that he would sleep real soundly but everything seemed pretty good. About an hour and a half into his nap he started tossing and turning (I was downstairs working on the computer and I could see and hear him on the monitor). It didn’t seem too strange just like he woke up a bit early. He usually sleeps about 2-2.5 hrs and will often stir early and then fall back asleep. Well today he didn’t seem to want to go back to sleep and kept saying … ‘Mamma’ but not in a strange way. This often happens.

Finally about 2 hrs into his nap I decided to go up and get him up as he clearly was not going back to sleep. Steph was sleeping and had really needed some catch-up sleep after being up with Alex every few hrs every night since he was born over a month ago. So I just quietly went into Cole’s room to get him up.

I walked in to the darkened room and immediately noticed something odd in the air. It stunk. My assumption was that he had just had a poop and needed a change. As I got nearer the bed something else seemed to be going on, however. There were noticeable dark spots on the sheets, and more oddly the walls, and then, to my horror I noticed his hands and face.

There was pooh everywhere.

After my initial horror I had the quick sense to march him quickly down to the bathroom it was only then that I noticed the extent of the pooh on his hands and there they are just sliding all over mine on the way down the hall. At that point, being a parent just takes over. I didn’t care. My poor boy had pooh everywhere and must feel terrible and worse he’d been trying to sleep in it. I felt terrible. There was no scolding or upset, he’s just learning and experimenting and I can’t be upset about that. I turned on the bath and picked him up and washed his hands off in mine and then plopped him in the bath. He had the best wash he’d ever had.

Cleaning poop off the wall, however, isn’t as easy as cleaning a 2-yr old. After a bit of diligent scrubbing it came off. However, his pillow was a total loss, so he got an upgrade. His Elmo and Baby Elmo, a casualty but hopefully a little washing machine love will restore them. Same with sheets and clothes.

After I was done and Steph woke up, I started feeling pretty proud of myself as I was telling her the crazy story. I had reacted in a really positive way, told Cole that he needed to not put his hands near his bum or this type of thing would happen again, and felt he really listened and now understood.

It’s now 2 hrs later – still was feeling pretty good and Cole just pulled out his hands from his pants. With pooh on them.

Awful, crazy, gross.