Is it weird

that I find it oddly soothing to pick loose hair off of my clothes?

Gimme some of that hair

My son Max is three months old today. (Yea! We survived the first three months.) He has become fascinated with his hands, constantly attempting to shove them both in his mouth. When they are not in his mouth, he uses them to grab my hair. Of course, he has started this phase right when my hair has started the postpartum “falling out at the slightest provocation” phase. (Seriously, my comb is so furry when I comb my hair after a shower that I almost think it’s a fourth cat.) So now, in addition to the lint he usually accumulates in the palm of his hands somehow, they are also covered with drool and usually clutching a strand or two (or more) of my hair. Pretty picture, right? Actually, yes. It’s the most beautiful picture in the world. (Although I do try not to sniff his hands too closely at times.)

Sign that we are becoming accustomed to being parents

We have stopped saying “the vet” when we mean “the pediatrician.”

Kitty/baby exploit of the day

Daddy volunteers to burp baby to give Mommy a break during breast-feeding. Baby has poop explosion all over sleepsack and Daddy’s only pair of clean jeans. Upon carrying baby in to the nursery, Daddy finds Fort sitting on the changing table for the first time.  Mommy is called in to perform a Fort removal. Pantless Daddy discovers Diaper Champ is full. Mommy is called upon to remove trash bag of diapers and replace it with new trash bag. Mommy is going to wear a tarp over her jeans during the second half of breast-feeding as she, too, only has one “clean” pair.

New mom fears/difficulties conquered this week

1. Taking my son’s temperature rectally.

2. Putting a new crib sheet on his mattress.

3. Taking him to the grocery store by myself. No crying or dirty diapers! However, two separate Good Samaritans (one of them a new-ish mom herself) did help me get his carrier in and out of the grocery cart. Thanks!

Kitty exploit of last week

Heading back in to the kitchen to finish unloading the dishwasher and seeing Fortinbras’s head pop out right before he leaps from among my clean dishes. Not quite as good as when he jumped in to the fridge and Chris (Now my husband, then my boyfriend.) came in just in time to see Fort’s butt sticking out of the second shelf while I vainly tugged on his waist to remove him. But close.

Kitty exploit of the day

Fort (aka Fudgie) attempting to eat a jalapeno cheddar hot dog. You cannot leave any food out around this cat. He used to be a dumpster diver. He likes everything.

New mom talent for the day

Typing a blog post with a baby on my lap. Uh-oh. He’s unhappy. Gotta go.

Morning inner monologue

“You will make my coffee, damn you! I will have my coffee!” (To our new Keurig coffeemaker, which we’ve only had about a month.) Hmmm. I said way worse things out loud while attempting to put on a new crib sheet and after knocking some of the recycling off of the counter while my son was sleeping yesterday.

I hate …

fitted sheets. They are ill-fitting, sweat-inducing, snapping-off-of-the-corner-of-the-bed-suddenly inventions of the devil. And yes, I think it is completely fair to blame the inventor of fitted sheets for my difficulties in and sheer loathing of putting them on the bed correctly.

Finally, changing pad covers. At the risk of sounding like a comedian with cliched material – what IS the deal with changing pad covers? They aren’t difficult to put on, but do they have any purpose other than being cute? I think I am just about over them. My son usually pees on them within two diaper changes of their replacement, so they’re in the wash most of the time. He usually lies on a cloth diaper, which is placed on top of the contoured changing pad. Everything wipes easily off of the changing pad with a baby wipe. Now, exactly how is the changing pad cover making clean-up easier?

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