Saturday, December 29, 2012

Giant Diaper Butt

By Mom
Before Roland took up temporary residence in my body, I had already started collecting cloth diapers. As friends moved off the island they handed down diapers they were no longer using and didn't expect to ever need again. Some are huge, and likely won't fit until Roland is a toddler. Others are tiny and will be outgrown in the next couple of months or so.  And then some are regular old diapers that can be folded many different ways and will fit a tiny baby or a bigger baby.

We've had Roland in cloth diapers for a week now, since the newborn size disposables that Grammy sent ran out.  The disposables were great those first few weeks as we were figuring out other things, like how to get the baby to latch on properly or how to get enough sleep with a tiny human in the house.

So far I've only really noticed two drawbacks: diaper laundry is more time consuming than throwing out used disposables, and cloth diapers can give Roland a giant diaper butt.  The good things may outweigh both of those though: no blowouts (yet), poopy diapers have nearly no smell, Roland is easier to get clean even after the fullest diaper, and all the diaper rash has cleared up.  We figure we'll still use the disposables if we are going to be out and about for a long time and during other times that the convenience is needed.   But otherwise the cloth diapers seem to be worth the extra laundry.  We'll see how I feel about that later on, but since I'll be home with him for the rest of the school year I should have the time for an extra load of laundry every couple of days.

Some diaper laundry ready to go and the changing station.  Yes, we change the baby on the floor.  Why?  We don't have the room (or the want) for extra furniture, and the baby can't roll off the floor.  I don't leave the diapers out, but took the picture so you could see what we have: fitted inserts, prefolds, adjustable diaper covers, and cloth wipes.  The prefolds can be folded to fit in many ways, but for the most part I just fold them in thirds and lay them in a diaper cover.

Onesies usually don't cover the diaper all the way.

Roland's giant diaper butt.  Inside is a fitted diaper, so this is a relatively small diaper butt.  But still much larger than when he was in disposables.  He doesn't seem to mind the extra bulk.

The diaper bag.  Yesterday when we went to a friend's we took cloth, but there are also a few disposables in there just in case.  Or if we'll be in a place we don't want to carry around dirty diapers.  Everyone kept saying we needed a diaper bag, but I insisted we did not as we already have ton of bags.  This one is an Assassin's Creed messenger bag.  It hadn't seen much use yet, but is now a great diaper bag that Doug doesn't mind carrying around.  And how many other people are using a diaper bag that shows the video games they play?

I'm 4 Weeks Old (and I Leved Up)

By Dad
Today Roland is four weeks old.  Not a month old, not for three more days because time is wibbly-wobbly, but close enough.
Four weeks.
...four weeks...
He's been an outside real life baby for four freaking weeks!!!
I...I don't understand. We have had another person living in our house for 28 days today. And for nearly the last week I've woken up to big baby eyes looking at me, coo-ing and chirping. For most of that time I've been home, since Christmas (holiday?) break happened right after he was born. Which also means I'm kind of starting to go stir crazy because Dad does not sit on his ass too well. Does it make me a bad parent to say I'm ready for school to start again? Baby is a full-time job and I take nothing away from that, but baby is a lot of sitting around right now too. Waiting for him to finish eating. Being quiet so he doesn't wake up. Trying to get him to stop screaming and go to sleep. It's worth it, but it's hard for me. I'm lucky Angela feels the opposite about it. I'm all kinds of lucky though about all kinds of things. It's intimidating.
This was a busy week what with Giftmas kicking it off and all. He made some visits to people and got visited. A teacher friend of mine with teenagers came to see him and try to remember her boys being this small. We took him to see his tutu Michele and *Hawaiian word for grandpa here* Gary and Aunt Alecia and Uncle Andrew. He got lots of snuggles. Except Andrew, who is still scared of tiny humans.
Our biggest struggle with him recently, and I think I've touched on this before, is the strong Anti-Sleep stance he's taken. If falling asleep were helping poor people he would be Paul Ryan. If falling asleep were the Persians in 300 he would be King Leonidas (thanks, Kev). If falling asleep were taking responsibility for something he would be the NRA. I have one more. If falling asleep were that new show King of the Nerds he would be almost as pissed about it as his dad is. It hasn't been quite as bad the last two nights, but there is quite a bit of fighting off the Sandman and crying when he thinks he's losing ground. He'll drop off completely for a few minutes and I'll (or she'll) stop moving in the exact same rhythm or stop tapping his back regularly and he's suddenly awake and damn pissed he let Sleep take that hill. Frustrating, but normal from what we've read and heard. Tricks are being learned. 
He's done a little more traveling too. We took him grocery shopping (finally) so that we wouldn't starve to death and he slept through the whole thing in his Moby Wrap. Yesterday was Baby's First Costco Trip. It was also Baby's First Screaming Jag in Costco. Which meant it was also Mom's First Breast Feeding in Costco. She ended up taking him to the car so he'd settle down some. At least he's getting better about the car seat (most of the time fingers crossed no jinx no jinx).
But the big firsts happened today and yesterday. He has hated hated hated his car seat and up until today he hated anything that resembled his car seat. That means his swing and his vibrating chair. We hadn't even tried the stroller yet. The swing has been tried a few times, and the longest he's been happy is maybe three minutes. But he was calm and being good so we figured we'd give each a shot.
The stroller didn't go over great. Quiet for a minute then I DON'T LIKE THIS ANYMORE! Ok then. But the swing and the chair! Wow. He hung out in his swing for probably near ten minutes before deciding he'd had enough. Same for the vibrating chair. It has rockers so I was rocking it too, but he was hanging out, looking around, chilling. Pretty cool stuff. (Short video of this excitement at the bottom.)
Yesterday was the first time I wore him as well. He was being fussy and we've found that wrapping him up in the Moby seems to help him settle down faster. Yesterday was my turn. I'd only ever worn the Moby with a teddy bear in it. We were trying to figure out the tying system and needed a human baby analog (thank you, Mythbusters). It was pretty cool to walk around holding him hands free. I'm sure I'll be doing more of that too. 
The biggest accomplishment of the day though was the introduction of The Bottle. We had been avoiding bottle feeding because Angela wants to primarily nurse him and all the literature says you wait four to six weeks before introducing a bottle so baby doesn't get confused. She's been pumping and freezing so we were ready to try. She defrosted a 2oz bag, put it in a bottle, and handed it and him to me. Here we go. I, of course, got milk all over myself. He wasn't sure what was going on at first but after he realized the thing in his mouth had milk in it he was all good. Got more air than from the boob so we had to do more burping, but that should get better as he gets better at the bottle. What was really cool was he can look at me while he bottle feeds. He can't do that while she feeds him, he's pretty much face-down in boob like a junior on prom night. It was a very cool connecting experience. He really only does three things right now- eat, sleep, and poop, and I've been able to help with two of them since Day One. But feeding him is a biggie. It's a real participation in his growth right now. I mean, I do most of the reading to him but everything else except feeding has been shared. Now we can share that too (great, but someone remind me of that when I get woken up at 3am because it's my turn to feed him). He's still going to be primarily breastfed, but him taking the bottle means that other people can help feed him. It means Mom can go grocery shopping and leave the boys at home (YAY! YAYAYAYAYAY!). It means we might be able to leave him with a babysitter soon. That last is probably more about when Angela is ready than when he is.
Ok, you've all been patient and read through all my baby updates so I guess you get to be rewarded with pictures of the Most Adorable Baby Ever now. Every week I think, "I don't have too many pictures." Then I check the folder. Oh. Ok then.
I think he looks like Gollum in this diaper cover

Aunt Gennah loves tiny humans

Good morning, Dad! Entertain me!

I love this expression

Baby + Video Games = Baby Assassin!

I do not like this!

Also love this expression with the big eyes

Tummy time with Daddy!

Unsure about the evil level of the swing

Checking out the flying sheeps


Turtle, you are better than the owl. Do not look at the snail. We hates him

You gonna fall out the bottom?

Baby Wearing Man!

I shall feed you and you shall like it
Cannonball in the vibrating chair being adorable

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Cannonball's First Christmas Photo Extravaganza!

By Dad
Welcome to Roland's first Christmas Photo Extravaganza! 
Christmas Eve was a rough one for the poor baby boy. He's decided that SLEEP IS THE DEVIL AND MUST BE STOPPED AT ALL COSTS. Which means there is a lot of heavy eyelids, raised eyebrows like he's fighting it, slowly going limp...until...holy crap was I almost asleep I must cry in protest! So that's where we are right now. Roland did short sleeps instead of a long chunk waiting for Santa. And in the morning I woke up but Angela, who had to be up with him when he woke up hungry, wanted some more sleep. So we laid in bed and I read How the Grinch Stole Christmas and Polar Express to him. Then he got fussy so we got up and bounced around until he fell back asleep. 
Roland woke up long enough to fuss and eat then passed back out for most of his presents. Since he's only three weeks old he didn't care about presents, but we showed them all to him anyway. To everyone who got him something, yes he woke up just for yours, looked right at it, and smiled. I swear. 
He got a ton of cool stuff and we really do send thanks to everyone. It means so much to have so many loving family and friends. And that includes those of you that were able to send only your love and best wishes. Trust us, not one gift from our end has been put in the mail yet. They're bought...but not mailed. Same for birth announcements and Christmas cards. They are coming. Eventually. 
So it wasn't the calmest or quietest first Christmas, but I can only imagine how much louder and crazier they are going to get once we get to be near family and once he has a brother or sister (or two, maybe, we haven't decided yet). It was still one of the best Christmases ever. Angela and I have never had one to ourselves at home, and we got to share it with our very own tiny human. And that morning, before she was awake, when it was just he and I reading, and he was bright-eyed and quiet, looking all around, that was pretty damn perfect.

Santa hat napping

"Where are the presents!?"

"Now I really can't see the loot!"

"I am adorable."

"So many pictures"

Baby cosplay at Santa

Waiting in line to meet Mr. C

Hey look, I have another favorite picture!

"Hello, tiny snowthing"

Not a creature was stirring...

Except me!

Thumbs up for Daddy's favorite Christmas book

Getting ready for Giftmas

Family stockings

Baby in Stocking

"Why am I in a stocking? Why are you laughing at me?"

Books are a goodness

Digging the loot

Lookit all that stuff!

Daddy and baby

Here's your stocking, buddy

A bird!

Wrist rattles!

Baby Surrounded By Gifts

Baby's First Christmas ornament

Grinch onesie!

Putting things in sleeping baby's hands is funny

Best. Wrapping paper. Ever.

I see them!

A gingerbread man for me?

Darn right.

Seek out new foods and new ways to not eat them


The haul

Happy holidays and thank you to everyone!