Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Catching up

Lots of stuff happened while we were on vacation:
  1. Little Elvis has discovered how to hide his lips. He started by sucking in his bottom lip, which was really cute. Then he added the top lip. He looks like a little old man without his dentures in when he does this.
  2. He spits and hums while blowing raspberries now. He gets this super serious look in his little eyes, pokes out his tongue, and spits "mmbbbtlz." It's so cute!
  3. Speaking of humming, Little Elvis now hums while he eats. I'm not sure how he does this, because I can't hum and swallow at the same time. Sometimes he hums sweet lullabies. These are high-pitched and soft. Other times, he hums angrier tunes. They are more grunt-like and louder. During these times I used to wonder if my milk was coming out, but I think the angry songs are connected to tummy troubles.
  4. Little Elvis is now eating two meals a day, one of which includes carrots. He really likes carrots!
  5. He's trying really hard to roll from his tummy to his back. He's so close. One of his arms gets in the way. He cheers himself on until he gets really frustrated. I'll position the arm better and help him get over then cheer for him. He LOVES being cheered on. When we clap he gets this amazed and extremely happy look on his little face.
  6. Little Elvis has started crying when we take "toys" from him. Why the '''''s? Because Bob's Diet Coke can should not be a toy. Last night Little Elvis was sitting on Bob's lap while Bob drank a soda. Our little guy wanted the can and when bob pulled it out of his hands, he started pouted and crying until Bob let him touch the condensation on the can. Whenever Bob attempted to take a drink, the crying began again. I'm thinking this will be our chance to catch a picture of that elusive pout.

That's all that I can remember, but as you can see a stuffy nose does not keep our little guy down.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Harry Potter celebrates my birthday

No, someone with a lightening bolt on his forehead and glasses did not come by our house to visit.

The release of the latest book just so happened to be on my birthday. This means Bob had a very easy time finding me a birthday present.

We were on vacation during my birthday, so he ordered it on amazon.com and it was waiting for us when we got home.

Yes, I'm another year older. Not quite sure how I feel about that, but I absolutely loved spending my birthday with my family. It's nice to spend a special day with people who know and care about you. It makes me feel even more guilty about not being around my family more.

Enough about that, onto Harry Potter -- this isn't a spoiler alert. I won't give away any hints. I promise.

Bob and I have read the fifth and sixth books outloud to each other. So we planned to read the seventh and final book outloud as well.

Unfortunately, since I've had a sore throat, Bob had to read the lion's share of this book. I attempted to read several pages and sounded worse and worse with each word.

That's not the fun stuff though. The book was very good, as I expected it to be.

Each night after we stopped reading, I would want to discuss what happened. Bob isn't as into that stuff as I am and since talking hurt, we didn't get too many chances.

I would get angry at Harry or Ron after a chapter and Bob wouldn't, so the conversation would drop. Then I would try to anticipate would happen. Bob would think my predictions were interesting and one actually came true! But our discussions on the book have been minimal, other than to agree that it was great and J.K. Rowling is amazingly creative and talented.

How does this apply to Little Elvis? Well, he may not realize it, but he heard most of the book.

That's not the biggest thing though. Reading this book aloud to each other made me excited for the days when we can read a couple of chapters from a long book to Little Elvis each night before he goes to bed. Obviously he won't be hearing this book anytime soon. I think we can do the first book when he's maybe seven.

It's going to be so fun to see how his imagination grows with books. My mom read to me constantly as a child and I loved books growing up. I hope he inherits my love of books and enjoys being read to as much as we will enjoy reading to him.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

We're back

Sorry to have been out of the loop for a while. First we went on vacation, then when we got back, Little Elvis and I got sick. He has a stuffy nose, while I've had a stuffy nose, sore throat, fever, chills and aches. I'm so glad that he's just got the sniffles.

We had a great time on vacation, although I packed WAY too much stuff. We met my Dad's family in Gatlinburg for a family reunion and then traveled to Asheville with my parents.

Little Elvis slept in the bassinet portion of his Pack N Play, and did a really great job. He also did really well on our drive to Gatlinburg. I was shocked by this. I had meant to practice with him in the Pack N Play, but never did.

My grandmother, aunts, cousin and obviously my parents truly enjoyed getting to spend time with Little Elvis. He let several different people feed him and rooted (I like to think he left his slobber mark) on several shirts in key places. He's not subtle, my little guy.

After our week of fun we drove back home and spent the first day straightening up and finding our schedule. That night my cheekbones started throbbing and my nose became clogged. Later that night when I went to feed Little Elvis, his breathing sounded raspy. He kind of sounded like a purring lion cub.

Neither of us had fevers the next morning, so I thought my allergies were just really acting up... No.

I started doing squats with Little Elvis when my legs began to ache. About an hour later I was burning up and hurting everywhere. it was miserable, except for his sweetness.

Now I'm just battling a sore throat and his stuffy nose. His doctor's office has received a few calls. Hopefully we'll both be 100% soon.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

A meme!

Angel at A Day in the Life of Angel tagged me with my very first meme!

Four jobs I’ve held:

  1. local television news producer -- mainly the late news, but I did mornings for a few months

  2. editor for a health news website

  3. features newspaper reporter

  4. public relations assistant

Four movies I can watch over again:

  1. Amelie

  2. Garden State

  3. Little Miss Sunshine -- a new fave!

  4. Grease

Four places I have lived:

  1. Tupelo, Miss.

  2. Fort Smith, Ark.

  3. Tulsa, Okla.

  4. Northern Virginia

Four t.v. shows I watch:

  1. The Office

  2. My Name is Earl

  3. Lost

  4. So You Think You Can Dance/Dancing with the Stars (No, I can't dance.)

Four places I’ve been on vacation:

  1. Gatlinburg, Tenn.

  2. Seattle, Wash.

  3. Asheville, NC

  4. Charlotte, NC

Four favorite foods

  1. Mashed potatoes (I know, it's boring, but they are definitely my favorite)

  2. Hot chicken salad

  3. Pasta with pesto sauce (I'm allergic to tomatoes, so this is my option for spaghetti)

  4. Birthday cake!

Four websites I visit regularly:

  1. storminswanson.com
  2. awfulplasticsurgery.com (I'm evil!)
  3. goodplasticsurgery.com (but I'm equal opportunity!)
  4. msnbc.com

People I'm tagging:

  1. Megan
  2. Bob

Monday, July 23, 2007

Go already!

I promised myself that I wouldn't write about Little Elvis' bowel movements and I fuss at Bob for discussing them with others, but they (or their lack thereof) have been bothering me (literally) this week.

It's been a few days since our little angel has had a poopy and he's a little irritable. More than a little. He had issues sleeping last night because his tummy hurt. He's done that before, but he was able to go the following morning.

No such luck today. He just grimaces and seems to hurt.

I am doing what I can to help him out, including drinking plum juice, eating raisin bran and oatmeal. None of this is affecting Little Elvis, but I have been in pain all day. Grr.

Any tips to help him go? He's really lapping up his rice cereal now, and I blame it.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007


After seeing several different contests on other blogs, I thought it would be fun to have one of my own.

I've made (and even sold!) a couple of my cheeky breastfeeding capes, which someone suggested I call Hide-n-Feeds.

This means I have an obvious prize for a contest.

So, here's my first attempt at a contest:

What's your worst/best breastfeeding story? Please put it in the comments or write about it in your blog and put the link in comments.

The winner can have her (or his I suppose) choice of sayings on either a pink, blue or bright yellow cape.

The sayings include:

Mom's Diner Open 24 hours
I've got milk
I don't stare while you're eating
I'm a breast man
You looking at me?
Thanks for the mammaries
Breakfast or bust
Baby at work

And I'm thinking about adding Next to the breast IS best.

I don't really have any rules, but Bob and I will pick the best story and announce the winner at the end of July.

This post will be left up for the next few days so more people will see it.

Looking forward to hearing the stories!!

Little Elvis models some of his cool outfits

Little Elvis embraces the psychedelic era

Diapers cost how much?

Monday, July 16, 2007

I might run out of milk?!

Now that I know Little Elvis' hips are alright, I've got more time to worry about other, more abstract issues.

My latest concern is running out of breast milk. In the past couple of weeks I've met two women who simply ran out of milk. One had a son that was two days older than Little Elvis and she had to start supplementing because she couldn't produce enough for him. The other woman had an 8 month old, but said she had to switch to formula at 5 and a half months because she simply ran out of milk.

I had no idea this happened! I thought that as long as you regularly fed, then you would continue producing milk. So, yay, something else for me to fret over.

Since it's now recommended that you breastfeed for at least a year, I had planned on trying to reach that goal. My mom and my doctor didn't think I would make it, and now I'm having my doubts as well.

Grr. I really don't need other things to worry about, I come up with enough crazy scenarios on my own -- such as my decision when he was 7 weeks old that he couldn't go to waterparks because wave pools seem dangerous. Bob is fighting me on this one.

Did any of you run out of milk? I hope not! Please let me know your experiences.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Hip shape is ship-shape

Obviously with a nickname like Little Elvis, our little guy needs healthy hips. But we've been a little concerned about them over the past couple of weeks.

At his 4 month doctor's appointment, the doctor expressed concern about a clicking in both of his hips.

We had x-rays which showed nothing and today went back to see if anything had changed.

His right hip had stopped clicking, but his left hip still made noise, so she ordered a sonogram to make sure.

Up until that moment I had done a great job of convincing myself that he was perfectly fine. When she ordered the sonogram, the worries immediately started clouding my mind.

The sonogram would check for hip dysplasia. She said if the sonogram turned up anything we would have to go to an orthopedist and possibly be fitted for a brace.

Little Elvis absolutely LOVES lying on his back and kicking and jumping in his door bouncer. What would he do if he couldn't do that anymore? I can't imagine how he could do any of his activities with a brace.

We headed over as soon as the appointment ended, and I think I did a pretty good job not freaking out -- I was worried, but I didn't cry or fret too much.

Once we were in the sonogram room (?) the technician showed us the hip sockets, which looked fine to me, and then the radiologist came in.

He said that the left hip socket was a little shallow, but still normal. Yay!!!

I cried a little right then because I was so relieved.

We do actually have a funny story from the day, because it doesn't seem like we can ever go to the doctor's office without Little Elvis doing something funny.

When the doctor started looking at Little Elvis' legs, she said they had gotten bigger since his last appointment two weeks ago. This was apparently the wrong thing to say, because our little guy started bawling! She immediately apologized and told him she meant it as a compliment, but he was apparently very offended at the suggestion that he had "big legs."

His little face turned bright red and he even made some tears.

There's a running joke in my family that my dad's brother has "big legs," so it obviously runs in my family.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Slappy's up to no good

This morning I realized that Slappy wasn't trying to look out for Little Elvis yesterday morning, she was trying to wake him up!

How did I come to this conclusion? She woke my little boy up three times this morning as I was trying to get him to sleep!! Grr.

I had him almost asleep and she bounded into the room meowing up a storm. Ever tried to shush a cat? It doesn't work. Instead, I just helped her wake him up.

He blinked his little eyes and I quickly worked to get him back to dream world. What did that cat do? Start getting demanding all over again!

I finally gave up after Little Elvis' eyes opened for the third time. Evil cat.

Now I realize she probably wasn't intentionally trying to wake him up. She just needed attention this morning, just like she does at 6:30 every morning. This is another thing I like to growl about.

I'm seriously considering carrying a water gun with me in a little holster now.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

What a day!

Today is Little Elvis' 5 month birthday, and we're all celebrating, even the cats.

Apparently he's super excited about it -- so excited that he doesn't want to sleep. He woke up three times last night in celebration of this big event! Three times! He hasn't done that in a while.

This morning, after the third wake up, Bob asked, "Did he wake up last night?" He apparently didn't even hear us this morning!

Bob was up before the final wake-up and he encountered Slappy, our shy cat, in the hall outside of Little Elvis' bedroom.

Slappy has apparently decided that she wants to be Lassie. She sat outside the door and meowed at Bob plaintively.

I was asleep, but here's how I imagine that scene:

Slappy: Meow! Meow! Meow!

Bob: What is it girl?

Slappy: Meow! Meow!

Bob: Little Elvis has fallen down a well?

Slappy: Meow!

Bob: But there isn't a well in his nursery.

Slappy: Meow! Meow!

Bob: Alright, let's go look.

Bob opens the door and peeks in the crib to find a peacefully sleeping boy. Bob tiptoes out of the room and closes the door.

Bob: Silly Slappy, he's just fine.

End scene.

Little Elvis also proved that he was my dad's grandson this morning. I was trying to feed him and he was fighting me. In an attempt to prove that he was not hungry, he rolled onto his back and grabbed the remote control out of my hand! He didn't change channels, but he also didn't want to give it back.

Needless to say, I turned off the TV and laid him on his back to kick for a while.

Happy 5 month birthday my little rock star!

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

We have a shrieker

Little Elvis has a new talent -- he shrieks. He's not angry when he does it either, but he can sound upset.

It started last week. He began drawing out his coos, holding them for several beats. Then he started going into a higher register at the end of his long coos, and before long they were completely high pitched.

My mom says he's testing his lungs. My dad says he sound like the dinosaurs on Jurassic Park.

Right now it's really cute, but I'm wondering how long it will last.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Bye bye engagement ring

No, I didn't lose the ring. Instead it's going to have to go into storage somewhere.

Little Elvis has this thing for my hands and the ring keeps getting in the way. He managed to get the stone up a nostril a couple of weeks ago and today he really scared me with it.

I was going to brush a hair (one of mine of course) off of his face when he grabbed my hand and pulled it against his face, scraping my ring dangerously close to his eye. HE wasn't hurt, but MY heart was going a mile a minute while I tried to coax him into opening his eyes wide so I could make sure everything was fine.

So, there goes my engagement ring for a while. I'll still have my wedding band, but it will be weird to go around without my engagement ring -- it's been a part of me for more than 5 years.

I remember when it was new to me and it would send a jolt of excitement through me everytime it caught my eye. All that fresh, new love and joy. Now I'm so used to seeing it that I imagine I'll feel a jolt of worry or guilt when I don't see it on my finger.

And I worry about where to store it. Bob says I'm being silly and I won't accidentally forget I put it in a jewelry box and then throw said jewelry box away.

But I've been doing crazy things lately. Little Elvis has three nice big burp cloths that my aunt made him and several smaller ones that don't adequately do their job. I love these big burp cloths, at least I did until I managed to lose two of them two weeks ago. I have checked every imaginable place and some not so imaginable places and those cloths are nowhere to be found! It really frustrates me and I've made a mess of all of our drawers searching for them. (Of course I might have put them in my underwear drawer or Bob's T-shirt drawer, right? Wrong.)

These are nice big cloths too.

I also lost a notepad and something else this weekend. I don't remember what the something else was at the moment, but I was extremely frustrated with myself for losing it. I think I put it somewhere special so I wouldn't forget where it was. So it is entirely possible that I will put the ring somewhere very special and safe, and then after a couple of weeks completely forget where that place is.

I think I'll give it to Bob for safekeeping.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

No new news

I wrote this weekend about Little Elvis' hip x-ray, and I hadn't updated anyone on the status.

That's because there isn't really an update. We called the doctor on Monday and she said the x-rays didn't show anything. This could be because he's too little. So, we're going back next Friday (the 13th! I hope that's not a bad sign!) She'll check his hips again and if they still click, then we'll need to get a sonogram.

It seems like she's just being overly cautious -- which is great and I'm glad -- so I'm trying not to dwell on it.

She said it was fine to let him kick, play in his exersaucer and jump in his jumping thingy. I'm taking that as a good sign.

It's not much of an update, I know. Hopefully he'll pass the hip test with flying colors next Friday.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007


Little Elvis has started using consonants, well he's using one -- "R".

I figured he'd start with "d" and say dada. Instead, he's said rah a couple of times. We even managed to catch one on video while feeding him last night.

He's really starting to enjoy mealtime, even though he doesn't seem to be swallowing anything. He leans forward, opens his mouth wide, laughs and then said "Rah."

I think he's cheering himself on. Although I did realize today that practically everytime I pick him up, I kind of roar. Maybe he's mimicking Mommy and her back complaints.

Monday, July 02, 2007

Feed me Mommy!

Although our doctor's appointment on Friday was a little scary, what with the hip X-rays and all. But there were also some great moments -- mainly that we got to start rice cereal!

We opted not to start on Friday night since he'd had a big day and was still wiped out from his shots.

Finally, on Saturday afternoon, we were ready.

Bob got the camcorder out and we plopped Little Elvis in his high chair and belted him in. He immediately slumped to the side as I turned to get his cereal.

This wasn't his first high chair experience by the way.

I had read last week that I was supposed to sit him in the high chair prior to this big moment so he would be familiar with the chair. Last week I put him in the chair and we stared at each other for a few minutes (probably seconds.) He got bored and I took him out thinking to myself, "He looks so small."

Apparently he was too small. For his big first meal the poor little guy slumped to the side and forward, then he decided that sucking on the tray was preferable to whatever Mommy was trying to put in his mouth. He got a taste of the rice cereal and went right back to the tray. I tried to sit him up again and ended up making him very angry.

Bob turned off the camera and I retrieved our upset little boy. Don't think that stopped us, though. We are a stubborn pair.

Little Elvis quickly calmed down, so we plopped him in his Bumbo and set about feeding him again.

This time went a lot better, until he grabbed the spoon and poked himself on the side of his face.

It was so fun watching him try this new experience, and I can't wait to watch him learn other new things.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Daddy love

Between Little Elvis' doctors appointment and his X-ray, we had to stop and get my haircut. Normally, I would have just brushed it off, but it was a free haircut at a super fancy salon.

Why was it free? The hairdresser was finishing a test and needed a model for a graduated bob. I felt incredibly guilty, because I felt super selfish.

I had no idea that "tests" took that long. It was a three hour ordeal and Little Elvis and Bob were stuck waiting on me.

We knew the shots would wipe Little Elvis out, so Bob decided to walk around and sway with our little guy. This put our baby to sleep and Bob quietly swayed with him for at least an hour.

That sweet nap let Daddy see why I have such a hard time putting Little Elvis in the crib for his naps. It's so nice to hold him while he's still and peaceful, and you can hug and snuggle him all you want.

When I was finally finished with my haircut, which looks really great by the way, I walked down to find my two guys swaying in front of a Chicos -- one looked exhausted and the other extremely blissful. Can you guess which one was which?