Where did that time go? Our first week was a blur with the daily visits to the doctor's office for bilirubin checks and now suddenly it is 5 weeks later.
Cashew is definitely different than Pnut. He has a completely different personality, the first part being he is addicted to "Mommy Smell". I tease that he has different types of narcolepsy (sp?). Mommy narcolepsy, car narcolepsy, etc. I also say that he goes into milk comas. I think it is just so dang adorable when he finishes eating, you sit him up to burp and he has this content look on his face and milk all over it and his head is just flopped to the side. But if you put him in the M@by Wrap against my chest he is OUT. I'm talking snoring, restful bliss OUT.
Pnut started first grade so my days are not as lounging as most would think. D went back to work after two weeks and my mommy carpooling duties began. It is not as bad as I thought it would be. I am pretty organized with getting Pnut out the door, especially since I don't have to get myself ready yet. Three more weeks and we will see how organized I am to get three of us out the door ready instead of just one. I will definity miss just throwing on a sweatshirt with my pj bottoms and some flip flops to take Pnut to school.
Pnut is now taking the bus home and we are "training"/teaching her to walk home. We live in a relatively quiet track and the bus stop is a little over a half mile from our house on residential streets. My daughter, let's say gently, lacks focus sometimes. At least she lacks focus on what she should be paying attention to instead of what she wants to pay attention to. Thus the "training". I wait different distances from the bus stop and she is learning to "walk with purpose" (as I tell my students who are tardy) from the bus, as well as to cross (gasp!) 3 streets by herself. So far she is at only crossing one street. I remember walking home (2 little blocks weren't so bad, but one of our blocks is equivalent to the two I walked home it seems) and staying in the house for like 30 minutes until my dad got home. Pnut doing this boggles my brain! Luckily 4 days out of the week she will get home around the time one of us does. Does everyone see me stepping out of my comfort zone with this monumental task? I think I am more nervous than Pnut.
Cashew is very trial and error. We have had many battles, that boy and I. Afternoon napping is the big one. Unfortunately because of sissy needing to be picked up right when my little old man should be relaxing into a nap, sometimes the timing gets screwed up and the nap doesn't happen until, oh, dinnertime, or an hour before he is due a bath and then hopefully to go to bed. I had one really bad day where I lacked sleep and Cashew just didn't want to nap at all. Let me explain nap. Though I love holding my son, nap does not equal ON me every time. I would like to, you know, eat or go to the bathroom, or just have a moment for me while he sleeps in his bed (or on my bed, or in the swing, or on the couch, just NOT on me for a minute), however he sometimes has other ideas and our battle begins. Sometimes I win, sometimes he gives in after a time.
I am learning him that is for sure. He does not have a set pattern. What worked one day doesn't necessarily work the next. Swaddling him in a blanket will only work for half the night, then he gets irritated. Sometimes he is a tummy sleeper, sometimes a back, sometimes propped on the nursing pillow. He also is not only gassy so we have to deal with trying to make him comfortable (I don't care if the doctor says he isn't hurting when he strains, uh, it DOES and I know it does, but that is for an entirely different blog), AND he has slight reflux so he will spit up slightly, not all the time (even while propped up) and if he hasn't been burped properly (which is a struggle as well) he will get the hiccoughs MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY! Deep, hollow hiccoughs that make you feel so bad for him because you know that it makes your stomach hurt just thinking about it.
But, he smiles in his sleep, and he even has laughed in his sleep (I know right?) He is starting to coo a little more and he has an ear splitting scream. When he is really mad he sounds like a possessed gremlin (you have to experience it, D thought I was crazy until he heard it). Pnut loves him and can calm him down better than us sometimes, not to mention it is AWESOME having her in the back seat to give him the paci if he is getting fussy. He is a cuddler and needs to be held very securely to go to sleep sometimes. He EATS well. He is a little over 11 pounds and you could say is is chunky, but he isn't. He is nicely filled out and sometimes when you look at him he still just seems small. His cheeks are just so darn kissable and I love when he tries to "eat" my face when I am kissing her cheeks. When we visit his soon to be daycare next door he sits and watches the little kids and there are a few of them that just love him to pieces already.
I know there are still going to be so many adjustments to get used to in having a boy, but I'm good. My Cashew is already a much loved boy. From his family, to his friends, to his church family. I took him to choir practice this past week and he slept in the wrap the whole time. But it made my heart happy when I was getting out of the car beforehand and the accompanist for the choir arrived too. We said hello and I said, "I thought I would let everybody sing to him!" to which Mr. Real replied, "That's a good thing, he belongs to a lot of people in there." And he does! Cashew has been in choir since conception :) And we are so lucky to have SO many people love him, and his sister, so much.
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