Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Facing time at home alone with the baby with no car, we ran errands and went shopping, stocking up the fridge. Then home for a nap all around before Homestead Mama got home from work. Mom left the next day at about 10 am - I'm sure my dad was happy to have her home again. I miss her and keep calling to update her on the kids. She is loving her own bed, but said she is lonely without the grandkids at arms reach.
Poor Monito has a few rough months left as he trails behind his very active savant sister in size and dexterity. He'll catch up soon enough.
Lead. Pequita has an elevated lead level, according to her finger stick & the portable, admittedly less reliable tester machine. Elevated only one point above the acceptable normal range, but since we live in the 150 year old homestead, we are concerned. Her exposure could be nothing - we were told to go to the hospital on Monday for a real blood draw & to have the test run on a regular machine vs. the portable one in our pediatric office. However, the predictions are dire for kids who have lead poisoning. She could have been exposed in a myriad ways, but the most likely culprit is our own home. I bought some lead tests and have been swabbing everything in the house. We removed almost all the original woodwork in the house during the renovation, as we knew it had lead paint on it (and it would have taken months to delicately remove it, strip it, and reinstall it). We still have a few original doors in the house, admittedly with their original paint on them. Also, we have 2 step-back cabinets that test positive for lead paint. The one in the living room I bought for a song at an auction and we have begun stripping it already, the other is original to the house in an out of the way place and we'll get to soon.
When Monday rolled around, my mom and I took the kids to the hospital to get Pequita's real blood test, as Homestead Mama had to go to work. It nearly broke my heart to lay down next to my daughter on a hospital gurney and hold her still while the tech stuck her in the crook of her arm to draw a huge vial of blood. I'm not sure if Pequita cried harder because of the needle stick or the act of being pinned down by strangers. There were two nurses doing it, as she was a baby and they are famous for thrashing around. Afterwards, she recovered quickly and we all went to lunch in the hospital cafeteria for lunch - this was a planned reward for Pequita's suffering. The only thing that made her stop picking at her bandage was pureed squash - mmmmmmmm.
The food is quite good for a cafeteria, cheap, and there is no one to care if the babies melt down or H-mama and I are both whipping boobs in and out while we breastfeed. I am not kidding when I say that Homestead Mama and I will likely be eating out there with some regularity when we need to get out of the house. Restaurants are very hard for us these days - Pequita always manages to overturn a beverage, and we are starting to leave a mess in our wake as she insists on helping feed herself. I usually tip more the bigger the mess we make, but it isn't relaxing in most restaurants. The sacrifices one makes as a parent - sheesh! Gone are the days of our yummy adult restaurants with lovely wine cellars and fantastic table service. Our standards are so different these days.
On the plus side, Monito has begun smiling in response to us smiling at him. He is adorable, we have decided. We figure we'll keep him. Wouldn't you?
Saturday, July 21, 2007
So more stories will have to wait. Goodnight!
(Of note lately: Pequita tested a tiny bit high for lead in her blood - very bad. We retested at the hospital and are waiting for results. She learned to hold her bottle inverted to drink from it herself. She took her first step today. Monito is holding his head up much of the time. He tracks us with his eyes well. He still isn't growing hair on the top of his head :( but I guess there is still time. He will hold himself up with his legs, and will arrange his body by pushing with arms and legs on me.)
Thursday, July 19, 2007
I just googled the Wonder Weeks, since in the clutter that fills my house I cannot find the actual book, and find that we are just now hitting two - count them TWO - of the stormy periods at the same time, 36 weeks and 6 weeks. Lucky us. Pequita was up to nurse many times last night which is exhausting, particularly for H-mama. Usually she is up maybe twice. Because she has to work, I have been waking around 5 am and tending to the boy (and Pequita as I am able) to let her keep sleeping. I can take a nap once they go to work/ daycare, except on days like this when I make myself a cup of coffee w/ the beans my mother bought while here. Oops - caffeinated, and I am now a lightweight after about 3 years of abstaining in preparation for procreation. I have been buzzing since about 9:30 am.
I'll post a lot shortly. I apologize. I have many pictures and updates, not the least of which is that my awesome mechanic found an engine for our car, so by mid-next week I should have wheels (=freedom) again. I can't wait!
xoxo Homestead Mom
Saturday, July 14, 2007
This morning found Homestead Mama and I scrambling madly trying to get out of the house in time to meet up - for the first time in 7 months - with the mother's group I've been wanting to join up with. There was a hike in a nature preservve for the regulars as well as the full-time workers & partners/husbands. We careened into the parking lot 6 minutes late, and were pleased to not be the last to arrive. About 9 of us (including babies) hiked a gentle path for about an hour while we compared notes on our kids and chatted. It was really lovely. By the end, all but one of the babes were lolling their sleeping heads in their respective backpack carriers. Monito slept through the whole thing with a couple of quick nursing pauses along the way. We then went out for Mexican lunch afterwards with one of the couples. Upon arriving home, I strated wondering aloud if hiking was the wiseest move only 4 weeks after a c-section. I spent the rest of the day relaxing & dosing on ibu.profen just in case I had made an error in judgement. Hottie friend stopped in for an hour around 8:30 p with her visiting sister in tow. She used her visit time wisely and left the house more in love with Monito than she was when she arrived. Not hard to do.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
the hormones and time have worked - i am as over the moon for our son as i am over pequita. he looks a lot like me and the side of the family that he is named for (his real name, that is; you all know that i didn't really name my kids what i call them here on the blog, right?) monito lools so much like my dad as an infant, too, that it is clear my family genes, blond and blue-eyed though they may be, are sufficiently sturdy as to trump the 4 generations (that we know about) of dark-eyed and -haired donor genes. it is very special. he's got my eyes & eyebrows, nose, crooked pinky fingers, and (sadly) my enormous skull.
we ended our afternoon of errands today at the local university's psych l ab, having volunteered pequita for a linguistics / language acquisition experiment. or so they said - i took enough psych courses in college to know that they don't tell us what the real experiment is about so we don't impact the results. while i nursed an unquiet baby boy behind 2-way mirror, homestead mama played w/ pequita in the lab's playroom to acclimate her to the space. the tester commented that pequita crawled amazingly well for the short time she's been mobile while i beamed and bit my tongue to keep from recounting the 6 million ways in which she manifests her superior intellect and physical prowess. tomorrow we take pequita back for another 30 minutes of play - the first and third 10 minute stretches h-mama will do more free play, and the middle 10 minute stretch h-mama will do what the experimenter tells her to do in an earpiece a la fbi operative. very interesting so far. i've always wanted kids that i could volunteer as lab rats. too many psych electives and too much college town living, i suppose.
a couple days ago the kids has their first experience in a pool. we filled a cheap plastic pool with about 3" of bracingly cold water from our well and eased them out of the 95 degree humid air into the liquid heaven. unsurprisingly, monito (who really only had his toes dipped for a split-second) hated it and squealed in his usual protest sound. pequita fell in love with her pool, cold water, hot summer days and her moms for bringing it all together for her. behold pure bliss:
at this rate, i think our upcoming vacation to the cape cod beach will be a roaring success. and can i just take a little credit for finding the perfect swimsuit for the baby daughter of two dykes? recognizably gay with rainbow stripes but tastefully executed with cute but not frou-frou bows on the hips. and all for $1.50 at the used baby goods store. damn, but i'm good. and pequita's most amazing built-by-breastmilk hunk-a hunk-a burning baby butt & thighs. we are so proud.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
CSA this summer - we'll have enough expenses coming up. (2 more car seats for Monito once he outgrows the infant seat Pequita vacated at an unbelievably early 7 months. I may ask Santa for them.) Anyway, we ate our Sri Lankan vegetarian food alongside some of the best spicy ribs known to humankind while sitting by the water. Here's a proud Grandma showing Pequita how to feed ducks from the docks. You can see the covered market area behind her. There are benches and sculpture and lovely play areas all along the water. Did I get pictures of those? No. Maybe next week.Here is a picture of Monito (granted, asleep in his fully reclined section of the best stroller in the world.) He is enjoying the folk band playing just beyond him immensely.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Here are Pequita and Monito sleeping, just to keep up the theme.
Check out the size of his hands! He is plumping up, and has developed little jowls. I figured out that much of his congestion might be from spitting up - last night I caught him leaking spit up from his nostril. I was horrified, as that could really be uncomfortable. I did nothing but lots of burping and sleeping upright today since it is a holiday, but first thing tomorrow I'll be calling the doc to see if a medicine for reflux might be appropriate. Poor boy!
We spend a lot of time on this bench, as Pequita practices her standing on it and it is right by the front door.
Homestead Mama trying to whip the back 40 into submission. We got a little behind the mowing since the mower broke and the baby came. H-mama fixed the mower and is putting the acreage to rights.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
allow me to comment momentarily on the positive side. i now know my sons name instead of working through the list of pet names, cousins names and assorted nouns before arriving at the correct name for him, the one we selected months ago; i also now usually remember that he's a boy. he gazes right into my eyes and will hold the look for long minutes. he already enjoys watching mobiles and likes his pacifiers, 2 things that took pequita weeks to achieve. he is really lovely. he grunts and furrows his brow whenever he poops, which is hysterical. i have learned to go to the bathroom with him dangling off my arm (b/c he is so long already) and can keep him nursing for the duration. my boobs are awesome in the literal sense of the word. they are huge and have excellent production. i can't stop groping myself. when i brush up against the nip.ples when they are full, they spray like a sprinkler. and pequita is glorious, and now eats cheerios by herself. we went on a playdate yesterday with an 11 month old and they seemed to enjoy watching each other play; homestead mama and i certainly enjoyed getting to know a new friend.