Friday, August 31, 2007


Since Little Elvis is rolling all over the place, we decided it was time to start baby-proofing.

I already put those plug protectors in all our open outlets -- and those suckers are hard to get out! Especially when you have a wiggleworm in one arm and you just want to vacuum under the table.

Last weekend, we decided to put cabinet safety latches on the cabinets under our sink. These cabinets house our garbage can, trash bags for the can, ammonia, bug spray and dishwashing detergent. So, the latches are definitely needed. And when I sat "we," I mean Bob. I was feeding or playing with Little Elvis.

Bob tried to explain the concept of the latches to me, but I didn't pay rapt attention to him. I'm sure I was doing something with the baby, or really tired. And I'm not a baby, so those latches shouldn't be that difficult.

I was wrong. The next morning Bob left for work, and sometime around mid-morning I realized that I couldn't get to our trashcan.

I pushed the latch. I pulled the latch. I cursed the latch. I gave up on the latch and hung a grocery bag on a doorknob to collect my trash for the day.

I also didn't mention my latch issues to Bob when we talked on the phone. It's kind of embarrassing to admit that you can't open a child-proof latch.

So he didn't know of my issues until he walked into the kitchen to find a mostly full Wal-Mart bag hanging on the door. I got a demonstration that evening, but it still took me two days to figure it out.

Hopefully those latches will be just as vexing to Little Elvis.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

A good night's sleep

Little Elvis and I both slept really well last night.

This is not a common occurrence. I am known to toss and turn fretting over everything and nothing and check on Little Elvis constantly. But last night he was a fairly noisy sleeper and I didn't have to worry about him. And my exhaustion finally kicked in, causing me to fall asleep shortly after lying down.

Not only am I happy about falling to sleep so easily, I'm also thrilled that I didn't dream. I've been having strange, almost nightmarish, dreams the past few nights and I know those are definitely causing some of my sleeplessness.

In the first bad dream I was on a cruise ship, crawling up some sort of jungle gym thing. This odd contraption was sectioned off and located on the ceiling of the ship. A little girl was following me as I jumped from section to section, even though she was too small. Her father was with her and I turned around to tell him she wasn't big enough. He said she was and then she fell... all the way to the ground. I felt so powerless and awful, because she had been following me. The fall caused me to wake up and put me in a funk for most of the morning.

The next night I dreamed that Bob and I were in some sort of weird store that had Price is Right type games. We were taking elevators to get around, but somehow we got separated. Bob ended up on the ground near the check in desk while I ended up 50 feet in the air on a railing type thing that was completely by itself, so I had no way to get down. Bob told me to jump. I asked him if he thought I was crazy, then I fell. Again, the fall woke me up and again, I was in a funk.

Bob says he thinks it's great that I have such vivid dreams that I can remember so well. But when they are so morbid, I'd rather not have or remember them.

Anyone know what falling dreams mean?

Monday, August 27, 2007

Pee King Duck

Little Elvis is a Pee-pee king. I guess this is because his diet is mostly liquid. He's been known to completely soak through his diaper, onesie and sheet two times in one night.

My mornings have been getting earlier and earlier, and I think it has a whole lot more to do with wet diapers than with hunger. Although if he has to get up in the middle of the night, Little Elvis wants to eat before going back to sleep.

Things changed this weekend, thanks to a suggestion from Lainey-Paney. She suggested that we try diaper doublers a couple of weeks ago. It took us a couple of weeks to find them, but we are so glad we did, at least we were by the second night.

The first night, Little Elvis woke up at 3 and I decided that since he had the diaper doubler on, I didn't need to change him. I also didn't want to attempt putting one of those in his diaper in the dark. I just fed him and put him back to sleep.

Bob got up with him at 6 and Little Elvis had saturated the diaper doubler so much that it had started to disintegrate. Obviously his clothes and sheets were soaked as well. Quite the Pee King if you ask me.

I felt extremely guilty and promised Little Elvis I would change him at 3 the next morning, but I didn't need to. Our sweet little duck slept through until 6!! And he did it again the next night!!

Yay diaper doublers and yay Lainey Paney!!!

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Guess who dressed me?

My daddy came up with a new fashion for babies on the go. What do you think?
By the way, Bob makes fun of me all the time for my interpretation of song lyrics, so I am due! Am I the only one who thought Lola was a school girl and not a show girl?

Cute pic alert!

Little Elvis has been busy. His teeth are much more evident, and he LOVES to use them to chomp on things like his spoon and his mommy's chin.

He's also discovered just how much fun (and messy) eating can be. Lucky for us, he seems to enjoy every food we've tried.

And he's seriously considering another form of travel, other than his newly patented rolling.

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

I can't believe I'm channeling a bad Limp Bizkit tune with this title, but it's very apt. Now that Little Elvis can completely roll over, he likes to do it all the time. And he's getting quicker! He's also learned how to roll on an angle, and managed to run into our coffee table leg -- no tears, so maybe his hand hit it.

He didn't take any naps after 11 yesterday morning, and I think it's because he has this new trick he feels compelled to do. He wanted to roll and sleep just kept him from doing it. I seriously hope he will feel the need to nap this afternoon.

It's so fun to watch him engineer his rolls -- he's trying to master rolling while holding onto a toy right now. He is so proud of himself when he makes a complete 360, and loves it when we clap for him.

He's also working on launching himself from his seated position towards the cats.

Mobility, here we come!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Well, what can he do?

We visited with a lot of Bob's family this weekend. This was a chance for Little Elvis to meet a lot of his relatives on Bob's side. They were obviously impressed with our little rock star, at least most of them were...

At one point, we were "playing" with the 9-year-old daughter of one of Bob's cousins. Little Elvis was lying on a blanket and happily kicking and occasionally shreiking.

She brought over a rocking horse and wanted him to ride it. I said I didn't think he could.

Cousin: Can he walk?

Me: No

Cousin: Can he say elephant?

Me: No

Cousin: (exasperated) What can he do?

Me: He's working on sitting up by himself!

I was flumoxed. I'm used to people oohing and ahing over my brilliant baby, and haven't faced a question like that. Of course, I found it funny, but in retelling it, it made me think about all of the amazing things Little Elvis can do.

He can roll over completely, sit up for long stretches at a time, push up really well when he's on his tummy, chatter, drink out of a sippy cup, laugh and giggle, squeal, pout at the drop of a hat and then smile in the next second, make tears, suck on his toes when he's in pretty much any position and eat lots of fruits and veggies. Little Elvis can also jump in his doorway jumper and play with just about all the toys in his exersaucer. And in keeping with his nickname sake, he can turn it on anytime he sees the camera -- even if he's been crying, those tears will dry up and he will smile when he sees the camera. He can drop a toy and pick it back up if he's sitting in his Bumbo. He can hang up my phone and has even typed several IM's to his daddy this week. (Bob is going to learn esperanto so he can read them.)

This is just a small list of all the things our amazing little guy can do. Hopefully next time I'm asked this question, I'll be more prepared to brag on our wonderfully talented baby.

Sitting up like a big boy

We've been working on sitting up for a little over a week now -- he wasn't interested until he mastered completely rolling over -- and he's getting really good at it!

The doctor told me how to position him, and to put a to in front of him. We sit him on the center of our bed and he seems to really enjoy his new outlook on life.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Chomp, chomp!

Little Elvis grins and bares his teeth. They get a littl more visible every day. This picture is actually from last Thursday. Breastfeeding isn't too difficult, but he's decided that there's nothing more fun that biting Mommy's chin, and that hurts!

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

A hunka, hunka burnin' love connection to Elvis

In honor of today, I thought I would explain the Elvis connection.

It would seem that Bob and I are much bigger Elvis fans than we are. We've nicknamed our baby Little Elvis and we got married in the King of Rock n Roll's birthplace on the day after the 25th anniversary of his death... seriously. That sounds so morbid and it was absolutely not intended.

I have always liked Elvis. I mean I grew up in his birthplace. I love to listen to his music and watch his movies when they come on TBS in August and January. I always knew that they came on around the time of his death and birth, but I never knew the exact date. Not until about 5 1/2 years ago.

Bob proposed to me on February 23, 2002, (I think this is the date, it's the Saturday around that date) and I decided that 6 months was plenty of time to plan a wedding. So I called the church I went to as a child to reserve August 23rd. They were booked that weekend, but August 17th was open. I decided that one week wouldn't matter.

About a month later my mom called me and said, "Do you know what we did?" She informed me that our wedding was set for the day after the 25th anniversary of The King of Rock N Roll's death and the weekend of the Tupelo Furniture Market -- our town is known for two things and I unwittingly scheduled our wedding in the midst of both of them! There was no "we" in this mistake, and I take complete credit for this scheduling mistake.

Since I didn't live in Tupelo, my mom had to do the majority of the legwork on the wedding. This included finding hotel space where there wasn't much to be found. She is obviously a saint and I can never thank her enough for all of the amazing work she did.

Bob and I visited the actual birthplace the day after the wedding before we left for our honeymoon and met a woman who thought we had to be the biggest fans. Don't you think that's morbid? If I was a super fan, we would have gotten married on his birthdate not his deathdate.

That explains how we ended up getting married when we did, but how did we come up with the nickname Little Elvis? Again, that is all me. When we were talking about trying to get pregnant, I told Bob I wanted to call the baby Little Elvis until we found out the sex -- I hated the idea of calling our baby "it." Then we started the blog and I decided the nickname would protect his identity.

So, on the outside we seem like we must be the biggest Elvis fans out there, but most of it is really just coincidence. Poor Bob must not like the coincidences, because he refuses to sing any Elvis tunes to Little Elvis. I try, but don't know any lyrics outside of the choruses -- oh well.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

"Anything you can hold, I can hold better."

Remember that song, "Anything you can do, I can do better?" Well, Little Elvis has a different version running through his mind right now.

He grabs at EVERYTHING! I can't drink water while breastfeeding him anymore. He pulls away so he can grab at the cup and suck on the bottom of it. I've completely given up on drinking warm tea while feeding. (I read somewhere that chamomile stimulates breastmilk production.)

He thinks that anything Bob and I hold is fair game and would be better off in his little hands. His favorites are drinks, the remote control and my cell phone (he's hung up on my dad and Bob twice!)

The good news is that we just came back from his 6 month appointment -- all is well -- and the doctor said we could start giving him juice or water in a sippy cup. That way he gets his own drink.

I will definitely have to get the camcorder out for this accomplishment!

Monday, August 13, 2007

His diapers runneth over

I have dubbed Little Elvis the Prince of Peepee, and he takes his new title very seriously -- especially at night. He is at his most prolific at night.

On Saturday night my mom watched our little angel while Bob and I celebrated our 5th anniversary early.

He was asleep before we got back, so Bob went in with me to see him during his 1:30 feeding. (I'm blaming us not being there and his teeth, because he slept till 6:30 the morning before.) It was a good thing he did, because Little Elvis had completely soaked through his sheet and mattress pad.

Bob changed the sheets while I fed.

When I went in for the 6 am feeding, he had soaked through another set!! He also soaked through this morning as well.

Needless to say we are doing a lot of wash these days.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

The Benadryl made me do it

While our internet connection was down, I had a fairly bad allergic reaction on my left eye. It was swollen, red, painful and itchy.

As long as I didn't look in the mirror, my only big problem was the itching. I can't handle itchiness.

After a call to the pediatrician, I was cleared to take Benadryl as long as I drank plenty of fluids. Since I regularly took Benadryl before my pregnancy, I had some on hand. But it's been a while since I last took one, and my tolerance for the induced sleepiness has really slipped.

Little Elvis and I took his afternoon nap together, but I was still tired when Bob came home to find us sleeping on the loveseat.

Somehow I made myself get up for a 2 a.m. feeding (when will those teeth come in?) but by the 6 a.m. feeding I was down for the count. I brought Little Elvis back to our bedroom to feed, knowing his new habit of eating a little then wanting to play, play, play.

Sure enough, he ate for a couple of minutes and was then wide awake and raring to go. I wasn't, so I just watched as he kicked Bob in his excitement to start the day right.

It took about 5 minutes of kicking before Bob awoke. He started to get up and I innocently asked, "Will you take the baby with you? I'm so tired."

Isn't that awful of me? I think the Benadryl made me do it.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Big accomplishments

Our internet connection has been spotty at best over the past few days, which is awful timing. Little Elvis has been a busy, busy boy.

Where to begin?

After weeks of trying, he managed to roll from his tummy to his back all by himself! He did it three times on Monday, then forgot how on Tuesday. I'm sure it'll come back to him.

He's also got two teeth coming in! You can't quite see them, but you can definitely feel them. He's been stuffy for a couple of weeks and that's a symptom of teething, so part of me is glad they're coming in. Other parts of me are not so excited...

Little Elvis has tried rice, carrots, green beans and oatmeal -- he likes the veggies best. His favorite thing at mealtime though is his spoon. He's discovered that whacking it on his Bumbo tray makes a nice noise.

He's also extremely interested in the cats. He cried for a bit yesterday when Slappy wouldn't let him touch her.

And he managed to get himself off his play blanket on Sunday and over to my sandals, which were a couple of feet away. They were very appetizing and he quicly put one in his mouth before I could grab it away. Bob said that was Little Elvis' version of Sole food.

Mean internet. I better stop now before I lose my connection again.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Little Elvis raps!

Little Elvis is quite the talented baby. He's sick of songs about blue suede shoes and hound dogs. Instead he wants to get real with his dawgs.

Bob says he's moving out of the 60s and into the early 90s.

Either way, he's eating big boy food and wants to rap about it. Who are we to stop him?

Fo' shizzle.

By the way, I now realize that my dreams of being a backup singer will never come true. I am truly awful at it. As an excuse, I was holding my sweet baby at the time and that's how I talk when he's staring at me.


Wednesday, August 01, 2007

The joy of breastfeeding

I always knew I would at least try to breastfeed. My mom breastfed me and my grandmother always said I was the healthiest of her grandchildren. So it made sense (and cents, but that's not my main reason for breastfeeding.)

This decision was a concern for me as the due date came closer and closer. Breastfeeding did not seem easy, and I kept reading stories about how cracked nipples, clogged ducts and mastitis.

Where were the happy stories about bonding and weight loss?

I didn't get to hold Little Elvis and attempt to feed him until about 12 hours after he was born. After hugging our beautiful new baby, I untied my gown and attempted to shove my breast into his little mouth. He didn't cry, but he also didn't automatically latch on.

We tickled his chin, rubbed his cheek, touched his arm and finally got him to open his mouth. Again I tried to shove my breast on him. He clamped and released. The nurse, my mom and Bob all tried to help, and finally he latched on for a little while.

Before we left the hospital, the lactation consultant had come by and we were awkwardly working on different holding techniques.

At this point, breastfeeding was more painful than enjoyable. I was bleeding and cracked and chapped and worried about making it the recommended year. And I couldn't find a hold that I found very comfortable.

Then, after about a week, my nipples toughened up, (I suppose they did, they stopped bleeding and stinging) I found a hold we both liked and I began to truly enjoy the process. I could stroke his cheek and gaze into his eyes and smile at him.

I now truly enjoy our time together when he's eating, although it's much more adventurous at this point -- he likes to stick his fingers in my mouth and explore my teeth, he hums, he smiles at me, he tries to suck his thumb while eating, he holds onto my shirt, giggles, and this evening he tried to blow a raspberry while feeding (not so pleasant). He usually finds a way to make me laugh or smile.

Now that he's eating solids, I'm getting a little worried about losing my special time with him. I put off feeding him twice a day, because I like being needed and didn't want to just be forgotten. I finally gave in, and although he's eating "real food" twice a day, he's still breastfeeding very regularly.

I know that I will have other ways to bond with him, but my worries about not making it a year have faded. I also know that I will miss our special time a lot.

Contest winners!

So, I have two winners to announce for my breastfeeding cape contest. And my timing couldn't be more perfect because it's National Breastfeeding Week. In honor of this, I'm going to try to write posts relating to breastfeeding this week.

But first... the winners are Megan from Team Reddick and Dawn from Coming to a Nursery Near You.

Megan's story was funny, and since she doesn't use a cape, we'll make her a T-shirt with her choice of saying.

Dawn had two stories -- a best and worst. She will get her choice of cape color and message.