Teenage boys

 

I forgot to get The Jess to put the pram in the car the other day when she took us to the plaza (shopping mall, in case you didn’t get that).  I still can’t drive or move heavy things around because my stupid arm is still in a cast from just below my elbow to the middle of my hand. sigh.

I had the Ergo (baby carrier) in the car, so I just put Daniel in there.  After a bit of shopping, he got hungry.  I pulled down the strap of my tank top and unhooked my bra cup.  Good thing about the ergo is, baby can feed while in it.

We walked to the play area (there is an awesome indoor free play area next to the food court. Brilliant idea Westfields…) so Hannah could play a bit before going home.  Get some of her bottomless energy out.

Daniel finished eating and I got him out of the ergo and took it off.

“I have to go pee pee.” Hannah told me.

We got up to take her to the little toilet in the parents room.

On the way, we passed a group of teen-aged boys.  They started giggling like school girls.

I looked down.  Oops.

 

At least it wasn’t actually my boob.  Just my flesh-coloured bra that could easily be mistaken for one by passers by.  And yes, I did say “Oops, my boob’s still out.” out loud. Right in front of them.  I was talking to the Jess.

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Why so much noise?

I’ve always liked getting the ads/circulars in the mail. I look forward to them every week. Last week, Aldi’s ads showed they were having a huge toy sale. This of course, led me to arrive at Aldi’s just before 9am on sale day, with Hannah and Grandma in tow, in a quest for birthday presents. Who would have thought that sale day at Aldi’s is like a pride of lions who have been starved for a week, ravenous for their next meal. People were lined up in no real order, more like mobbed up, outside the door, waiting for pole position when the automatic glass doors were turned on. People tried to get in front of each other and made a mad scramble for the toys (and tools, tools were there too). Luckily, I made a wise choice and left Hannah outside with Grandma while I joined the mad dash in search for a toy I wanted. For those of you reading this from the U.S., let me explain a little about Aldi’s. Aldi’s is no ordinary shop. It’s a German grocery store giant that has started the quest to take over Australia by offering good food of their own brand (and some name brands every so often) at basement prices. They don’t always have the same things, but there are some staple items that they do always carry. The rest of it, mostly the non food items, are only there for a week at a time, sometimes not coming back for over a year. Sometimes they have massive toy sales, sometimes they have no toys at all. Sometimes they have gardening things, sometimes they have none. When they run out of their special items, that’s it, no more. We did get the desired presents for Hannah, and escaped without any bruises or confrontations. I did bend my nail back while trying to pick up a big box though. That kinda hurt.

It’s very cold here at the moment, 0-1 degree in the morning (Celsius, not Fahrenheit). Even so, Hannah loves nothing more then running down the hall way sans clothing, giggling and squealing to anyone who happens to be around. Every time I get her ready for her bath, I put her down for just a moment while I put her dirty nappy in the nappy bucket and no sooner then I’ve put her down, she’s off. I’ll have to let her run around for longer when it’s a bit warmer, but for now, I just chase after her, snatch her up and get her in the bath, giggling and bouncing the whole way.

For as long as I can remember, I have had a red coloured mole on on my chest, sometimes visible to anyone depending on what kind of shirt I wear and how high it is. Don’t worry, I’ve had it checked out, and there is nothing wrong with it. I tried telling that to Hannah, but she won’t listen. She seems to feel that said mole needs to be removed asap. This of course involves her flinging my hair out of the way, pulling down my shirt, and then trying to scratch and pull the mole off.

“WAAAAAAAA!!!!” I looked at the clock. 5am. I grabbed the baby monitor and turned on the sleepy music. Hopefully Hannah would fall asleep again by the end of the music. She didn’t. I got up to go and pat her. And pat her and pat her and pat her. I’m trying to wean her. It’s not going so well. I patted her for 2 hours, then it was time to get up for the day. She didn’t relent and sleep, I didn’t relent and give her boob (until 7am, as it was time to get up for the day). We’ve been down to 2 feeds in 24 hours for quite a while now, but I thought it was time to get down to 1, in hopes of then having none just after she turns 1. I, of course, wanted to get rid of the overnight feed first. Hannah, of course, had other ideas. Seems she’s quite fond of the overnight feed and has no problem crying for 2 hours straight to get it. After 2 nights of our battle of wills, Hannah won. I gave in and fed her. New plan: get rid of her dream feed (when I go in her room at 9:45pm, and without fully waking her, feed her, and put her back to bed). She hasn’t missed that feed one bit, and sometimes she is sleeping right through without waking up for her overnight feed. It would help if she ate her dinner, I’m sure, but she doesn’t seem to like dinner for some reason.

Why is it that microwaves, washing machines, etc. always make obnoxiously loud beeping noises when you push their buttons? Seriously, I’m pushing buttons on the microwave to make it heat for one minute. I can see my button pushing is working from the screen that now says 1:00. Why the need for the beep? Do manufacturers have a joint mission to wake up sleeping babies and annoy everyone? Why is there no off switch for obnoxiously loud beeps? Or at least a volume button or something. Then if I leave the food I just heated in the microwave for a longer then the microwave deems acceptable after it’s finished heating, it will beep at me more. And then more and more, until I take it out. Does the microwave think I’m senile? I’ve forgotten that I put something in there?

I was thinking I might change my blog to a more normal blog, that is one that is updated every couple of days, but not so long each time. What does everyone think about that, do you prefer the once per week long blog, or would you rather a every couple of days not as long blog (and each entry would probably be more well written as I wouldn’t get distracted by tv or something while writing it)?

Nipple biter

Time since birth: 11 weeks
Weight loss this week: can’t remember and since there is a baby on my boob I can’t go look….

“Ouch!” What the…. I looked down to see why my my boob was suddenly in pain. First in my line of sight: nipple. Below my nipple was Hannah, sucking away hungrily. Hannah is self latching, all i do is put her near the nipple and bang, she does the rest. Sometimes though, she does it sleepily with her eyes closed, resulting in the hickey below my nipple.

Aaron and i would really like to go out for the evening and let The Jess babysit Hannah, but Hannah absolutely refuses to take a bottle. We’re not even trying to give her formula, but expressed mommy milk. I tried expressing then giving it to her straight away. Fail. I got a special teat that acts and feels like a nipple. Fail. She screams if the bottle even comes near her. I guess she likes my boobies too much.

It’s the best feeling when your baby smiles at you. Sometimes she smiles so big she has to shut her eyes to accommodate her rising chubby cheeks. Hannah has also started giggling. Grandma was in Hannah’s room chatting with her (she answers back with her cooing) and i heard a very loud excited giggle even though i was in the living room. Yesterday i read her a very colourful baby book called “The magic bus” (not to be confused with the magic school bus. “The magic bus” is way better as it’s bus is bright purple) which she absolutely loved. She giggled at every page.

I was walking to the bus stop from the shopping centre when i spotted something odd in the window of the discount beauty products shop. Placenta cream. I really should have read the back of the container, there are just so many questions! Is it made from placentas? If so, human, or animal? Is it a foreign product that was simply lost in translation? What is the cream used for? Oh, how I should have checked….

If you have a baby, I highly recommend the book “What to expect in the first year.” It has a month by month guide, with FAQ’s, and also what your baby should be doing, what it is probably doing, and what it may be doing at that age. I’m happy to report that Hannah a clever little girl. not only has she done most of the things for her age, but also some of the stuff that older babies do as well (i.e. holding her head in place while I pull her up by her hands from laying down to standing up. Sometimes she even engages her little tummy muscles as well and helps me help her stand up in addition to holding her head straight). She can hold up all of her weight if I help her stand (all I do is balance her, she takes all her own weight). She is a very clever girl. She has also discovered her that her hands are indeed her hands. She loves to intertwine her fingers and hold her hands together, and then stuck on the intertwined fingers. She may not grasp toys yet (unless I put them in her hands, then she will hold them for a short period of time), but she grabs my clothes, fingers, hair, etc. She’s such a good little girl!