This post is mostly for the grandmas and great grandmas. (How awesome is it to have great grandmas that read blogs?!) This is also for those of you who somehow care what we are doing from minute to minute. Which means you probably follow me on Twitter and are a fellow mama. YOU are crazy. I love you.
This is also for those of you who haven’t hopped on the baby wagon just yet, but have an uncontrollable urge to read mommy blogs. Welcome, lurkers. I was once in your shoes just a few months ago. Say hello. I know you are there. I can see you in my stats for heaven’s sake.
This is the magic hour. If he eats now, then YAY. We will likely make it until the middle of the night until the next feeding. He is the type that falls asleep easily after he eats, so we don’t have to worry about swaddling and walking and soothing the little man. He gets milk drunk and then passes out.
So then I head off to bed and eventually Justin and Benton follow. We are co-sleeping at the moment. This was not planned or thought about much. It’s just feels right.
The Gruntasaurus is in full grunt mode. I sit on the side of the bed and feed him while checking Twitter, hoping that other mamas are awake. One night I saw a post that basically said that if you ever feel lonely during the early morning feedings, just think of the massive sea of women around the globe that are also up, simultaneously feeding their babies along with you.
After he is done eating, Justin wakes up and burps him while walking him to the changing station. Then the freshly diapered baby is nestled into the bed again and we sleep some more.
Guess what? FEEDING. He awakes with some grunts as per usual. This is when he gets really cute and wide-eyed and looks like he is holding back a smile. His clogged tear duct has caused overnight eye crustaceans that he could care less about, but I am super grossed out with. Picking ensues. He’s super alert and ready for breakfast. With a wild shake of his head, he latches like a shark and eats like he has never had anything so tasty.
After his breakfast, we either hang out in the bed for some tummy time, or he goes to the living room with one of us until he falls asleep for a good morning nap. Yesterday, I came into the living room to find the men asleep on the couch all snuggly-like.
For the first 5 weeks, he pretty much ate and slept. There would be short periods of alertness where we would oooh and awww at him and tell him he was a genius, but really he just wanted to sleep. Just in the last week he has been interested in being awake a bit more. His most favorite activity is gazing at our faces. Which is most convenient, since we pretty much just stare at him anyway.
It is like someone turned a light switch on in his head, because now he suddenly wants to know what is going on around him. He has shown his dad some smiles, and I have caught a fleeting grin as well. But most of the time he looks like he is in deep thought. Or like he is planning something epic.
He has a crazy strong neck, so I put him in the Bumbo yesterday. Cuteness ensued. Porpus approved.
Walks with dad around the apartment are pretty exciting. So many things to see for a new human. Mirrors are an especially exciting new curiosity.
When that gets old, there is always quite a bit of leg kicking to do. It is a top priority for the little man. He will push himself up to a standing position if you let him. Strong like bull.
The rest of the day is basically lunchtime in his opinion. And if it is a growth spurt week, then he will literally feed every hour. This is insane. Seriously, pure madness. If you haven’t had a baby yet, that is the one thing that will surely take you by surprise. They eat. ALL. THE. TIME.
Sometimes people come over to visit the little man. They give him gifts and tell him he is cute. He approves of such a thing.
Other times, grandma come over and has dance parties with him to Raffi and John McCutcheon. These are the same songs that she danced to with me when I was a wee baby. Grandma always brings food for her own baby who is now 27. This makes me think that the feeding thing is life long. LORDY.
If we are feeling really fancy, Benton gets into a baby wrap or sling and goes to the beach or out to dinner. He is an angel when he is being worn. If anyone hasn’t tried babywearing, I HIGHLY recommend it. I will do a full post on this a little later. It is amazing.
So that is pretty much it. We are going on our first pontoon ride within the next few days up in Wisconsin, so wish us luck. Great Grandma, Helen Benton Boley, will be meeting the little boy who has her maiden name as his first name. I hope they get some good gazing time in.
It is time to feed him again, so I have to go. Thanks for stalking!