Eat, Sleep, Fuss

Moon Baby is 6 1/2 months old.  He got his first tooth on March 19th.  Now he seems to be getting a second tooth and going through a growth spurt.  He's been nursing constantly and sleeping most of the day.  It's been 3 days since we've seen poo, which is fine since he's almost exclusively breastfed.  He's only had a taste of banana so far. When he is awake, he's fussy for him, which really isn't bad.  I feel so blessed to have such a generally happy and mellow baby.  He sure is curious though.  He has to get into and examine everything he can reach.  He's so close to crawling, we really need to finish all of the baby proofing.  I'm having a hard time doing anything when all he wants to do is eat and sleep on my lap.  Oh, well.  I'm just going to enjoy all the good snuggling while I can.

Baby's First Cold

Moon Baby has a cold.  It really isn't that bad, but I hate seeing him unhappy.  He was just starting to roll over from his tummy to his back, instead of only the other way around, but now we've just been snuggling for the last few days.  He does seem to be better today.  I'm glad that I don't have to worry about taking time off from work.  I guess that if this is as bad as it gets, I'm lucky.  It's just sad to hear my baby cough.

My Best New Years Yet!

This year was the first time in eight years that I wasn't serving drinks for New Years Eve.  Sometimes I would try and go out for a few drinks after work, but it was always a huge appointment.  Everyone was already trashed and stupid, exactly the same people I had just had my fill of waiting on during one of the worst nights of the year at work.  Anyone who has ever worked a job like that can tell you there is such a thing as too busy.  When it's too crowded to get to your customers frequently enough, well, they just go get it themselves.  Then, they are cranky about that and don't even tip the bartender.  Not everyone is like this, but enough are that it turns a night that looks like it should be great into just a bunch of craziness.  It's frustrating and everyone has to work.  So, after a night like that I could go out, deal with more drunk, crazed celebrators and no available cabs which means getting stuck somewhere for who knows how long OR I  could just go home.  After getting home a few years ago at 9 a.m. pissed off, sober and exhausted, I learned my lesson.

What did I do this year?  I stayed home.  But this time I was hanging out with Moon Baby.  I didn't have to deal with the crappy weather outside or ANY drunk people.  Sure, I was puked on a couple times, and I had someone yelling at me that he wanted a drink.  This year, I made no tips.  My husband had to work, so my "New Years kiss" was a phone call.  I even got pooped on a little bit.  But, Moon Baby's smiles and laughs made it much more fun than anything else I could have been doing.  This is one of those times when I have thought back to what my life was like a year ago, before baby or even pregnancy, and am amazed by how much things can change in only one year.  Where will I be next New Years?  I can't wait to find out!

Squealing and Blowing Raspberries

And now we have hit the squealing faze.  At almost three and a half months, Moon Baby has just found the right pitch to rattle the windows.  When he is hungry, tired or has a wet diaper, the alarm rings!  I do feel lucky that he only yells and squeals when there is a real, solvable problem.  I don't have to make to many guesses to figure out how to make him happy again.

No problem now though.  He is sleeping in his favorite position, on my lap with his boppy supporting his back and his face pressed up to his "security boob."  This always makes me laugh because my breast is bigger than his head.  Watching him sleep like that is one of the many great things about being his mother.

Last week his big new thing was blowing raspberries all day.  He thought it was the best thing ever for a few days, then just quit doing it.  Although this was coupled with drooling, so they were wet and bubbly, I would happily go back to that faze.