So, okay, I admit. I thought I was one of the lucky ones. Yup. One of those moms whose baby sleeps 4 or 5 hours right off the bat. Yeah. No. I think the honeymoon is officially over. I'm pretty sure Mason is going through his first growth spurt. He wants to eat constantly. And I'm not sure how much I should let him devour because I've gotten burned a few times feeding him too much. He spews all over when he eats too much. The funny thing is, after he spits it all up, he wants more. I'm scared to let him eat more than two or three ounces at this point because I'm not sure his tummy can take it. Then again, I don't want to starve the poor kid. I mean, if he's hungry, he's hungry right? Like his dad, though, he just doesn't know when to stop (just kidding, dear).
Anyway. Today was our first day without daddy. I think we did okay. Especially since the city decided today was the day they were going to do work on the water main right in front of our house. They were busting up concrete and everything. We had a fairly fussy morning, but Mason slept through most of the noise from the street, thank goodness. Like I said, the tricky part was just knowing how much to feed him.
He's currently sleeping and I'm trying to get the house back into some kind of order. It looks like a bunch of babies exploded in every room in the house. Toys, socks, sleepers, shoes, dirty dishes, mountains of paperwork to go through... I know I should be sleeping when he is sleeping, but the mess is driving me nuts. Actually, I should get off the internet and go put in another load of laundry.
Bye for now.
September 17, 2007
Pink eye can't believe it isn't over. // Swiss Baby. // Goodbye Grandma Champine. // Family Portrait. // Check 'em out. // Postponed. // Not long now. // Tuckered out. // Boo boo. // New news. // Oh, hello. // Here we go again. // Something New! // Surrender. // Update. // Third day on the job. // Our second official illness. // Our first official illness. // Usually, I like being in control. // Daycare. // Awww... // Motherhood. // Our little adventure. // That time of year again. // Mini-Me. // Two weeks and two days. // His very own website. // Super star. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Taking his sweet time. // Locked and loaded. // Request. // Hi Dad. // Two and a half weeks left. // Just checking in. // Welcome to my crib. // I cain't see! // Check this out. // It's official. I'm huge. // Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. // Experiencing technical difficulties. // Venting. // Rocky Road ice cream anyone? // Dad, how do you do it? // Nursery. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Place your bets. // The Keblet. // Double whammy. // The Keblet. // *Barf* // Can't sleep. // *Waves* // Dad. // Lala. // Happy anniversary, mom and dad! // Operation: New bathroom. // Happy Birf-day, dear husband of mine... // Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... // My best Rick James impersonation. // Good bye. // More randomness. // Random thoughts. // Careful. I bite. // Grumpy smurf. // Fruits of our Labor Day. // Ridiculous. // Human barometer. // Welcome home, dad. // There's no place like home. // Flatulence. // Hungry, apparently. // Jobs. // Teefs. // Cavities. // Bad mood. // Finally. // Weddings. // Dad. // Mom. // Mean. // Oh no. // Move along. Nothing to see here. // Stuff. // Tuesday. The day after Monday. // Bored. Or is it boring? // Two things. // Feeling Green. // Accepted. // Good day. // Sis. Boom. Bah. // Monday. // Weekend. // Gone. // Closed. //