Happenings

Yesterday when Taft came home from work, he greeted me with his usual kiss, and asked me if my hair was wet. It wasn't. Just greasy, or as my esthetics teacher liked to say, greazy. I suddenly felt like that scene out of 'Baby Mama.'

"Is that poop or chocolate?"

-insert taste test-

"Chocolate!"

Only I would have been the poop child.

So I showered.

Why was I even more unshowered than usual? The babe has been sick AGAIN! This week it was days and days of 102-103 temp and overall grouchers.

A wicked fever, rash, and a little webMD later, turns out the wee one had Roseola. lame. Did you know when your baby gets a really high fever, they can have a febril seizure (jude didn't, I just know because it's a risk you run when you catch a bad-a virus like roseola)? And I quote,

"The seizure may last only a few seconds or 15 (very long) minutes. (If it lasts longer than a few minutes, call 911.)"

Are you kidding me? Who is going to watch their baby have a seizure for a FEW minutes before they call 911? Who writes this stuff? Babyless monsters?

Enough with the questions, time to disinfect my house.

I am in love with 2 very special men.

3 months later. . .

I'm not going to acknowledge the fact that is has officially been over 3 months since my last post. It's not for lack of pictures, mind you. Jude is 6 1/2 months old, and we have over 3,000. Taft started a blog just for Jude, so I haven't really felt the pressure to keep this one up. I'll catch up, but I'm only going to try this one month at a time. So here's November.

It seems kind of pointless to do this post when it's just pictures of Jude and he has a blog for that. just let me catch up, and I'll move on.

Good grief am i a slacker on this blog. It's been a hell of a week, and I reserve the right to use that word because yesterday was harder than labor pains. only emotionally. jude caught a little cold a couple of weeks ago so he was back next to our bed, and often in our bed (i love me some family bed sharing after 5 a.m.). then last week we had visitors for a few nights. I love having visitors, i just feel stressed to keep jude quiet. thus, any squeak i hear get some milk action, you know? before i know it, jude thinks he can wake up every 45 minutes expecting to be rocked constantly and never put down. what happened to the little angel that was sleeping 7 hours a night???

thus, yesterday began our sleep training regimen. "cry it out" as they call it. more like "rip it out," as in my heart. taft wouldn't let me start it when he was home, so i waited for judes first nap while taft was at work. the book says to only let them cry for an hour. i can do an hour, i hoped, as long as it works. if it works once, i can have faith in this barbaric method.

51 minutes. that's how long i sat there listening to screams. and then silence. . . for 20 minutes. dambnabit. all that work for a 20 minute nap?

40 minutes for the afternoon nap, then 25 minutes of silence.

15 minutes this morning, and 30 minutes of nap.

ladies, whats the deal? will these naps start to get longer? do i need to let him cry more when he first wakes up from the nap to see if he'll go back to sleep? when i go and get him he sleeps 2 hours on me. help.

p.s. will post some pictures after this depressing post.

Randoms

These pictures are in backwards order. . . so older to younger.

nursing. . .

ways to know you are newly nursing/sleepy mom-

tv commercial, "my daughter is going to middle school"

you hear, "my daughter is going to nipple school"

tv commercial, "it's the best!"

you hear, "it's the breast!"

It can be very confusing. . .

My New Life

2 weeks ago. . .

2 weeks ago Monday, my water broke at 8:15 in the morning. Quite the experience. . .

By 10:15 I was in the hospital.

At 1 they started the petosin. . .

I was a 'suffer in silence' kind of contraction girl. If I'm quiet, don't talk to me. But by 4, I was ready for the epidural.

From there it was smooth sailing until late that night. After 25 minutes of pushing. . .

I got to meet my son!

We spent the rest of Tuesday catching up on this (Taft caught up, I sat there thinking about what had just happened).

Wednesday we opted to go home instead of stay the second night.

I couldn't be more pleased with how everything went. We feel extremely lucky and blessed to have such a happy and healthy baby.

We have lots of catching up to do, but this picture sums up our life so far! We are just so in love!

Jude Taft Foster

Jude Taft Foster

7.14.09

8 lb. 13 oz.

He is ours, but we are really his.