Thursday, October 28, 2004

greetings from the trenches

I am now taking showers daily, though yesterday, I put him down for a nap, jumped in the shower, and the second the shampoo touched my hair, Ben started screaming. So I had to get out asap, throw on my robe, and rescue him from the bassinet. He was--surprise!--hungry, so he ate, poohed and fell asleep, and I could resume my grooming. I never realized how much I took for granted long showers, and whole, uninterrupted minutes of arranging my hair.

Ben has stopped sleeping at night. He likes to pretend to fall asleep for a few minutes, teasing Ryan and me with the prospect of sleep, only to open one eye, then both. He then lets out a high pitched squeal, and we have to sing him back to sleep. Last night he was up from11am to 1am and 2:30 am to 5:30 am and 6:30am to 8am...It's a good thing he's so cute or I might not hang out with him anymore.

gassy ben Posted by Hello

angry bath time Posted by Hello

a rare moment of sleep Posted by Hello

Friday, October 15, 2004

3 ounces! Posted by Hello

creepy... Posted by Hello


Today I conquered the breast pump. My book says to "pump and store this liquid gold" in case I get sick, so after sterilization, hours of reading and a length assembly process, I hooked my breasts up to the plastic suction cups, closed my eyes and thought of Ben, and pushed "on." It was easier than I thought! I pumped a whole three ounces, enough for one feeding! I'm a champion!

Monday, October 11, 2004

Beautiful boy

So I created this website basically for Ryan and myself, so we can have an outlet and a forum for our obsession with Benjamin Ian Bartlett. We invite and expect all family members and friends to also be obsessed with him.

Ben was born on October 5th, and--don't let anyone tell you otherwise--it was extremely painful and it was 13 hours long and epidurals are a miracle sent from God. I haven't slept more than three hours in a row, and the other night, I fell asleep while feeding him, waking myself when my head lolled back and hit the wall. The plus side to all of this is that Ryan and I can't stop staring at him-- he is so beautiful--and his head smells amazing. Even his pooh smells like buttermilk (although that's just the breast milk talking).

A sidenote: today I learned that in Mexico, it is considered bad luck to keep the umbilical cord after it falls off. You have to take it to a forest and bury it--keeping it would make the baby fearful. I think I'll just stick it in my scrapbook instead.

A plea: please don't call him Benji. It reminds me of Benji the Hunted (that dog). You are welcome to call him Benny instead.

with daddy Posted by Hello

with grandpa Posted by Hello

with brian Posted by Hello

with uncle david--ben's in the blanket Posted by Hello

right after birth--we were both traumatized Posted by Hello

with aunt sally Posted by Hello

with his mommy--the day after he was born Posted by Hello

with stephie Posted by Hello

with aunt birdie Posted by Hello

with aunt jillian Posted by Hello

bath time! Posted by Hello

with his mommy Posted by Hello

with grandma Posted by Hello

with abuela Posted by Hello

with aunt melissa Posted by Hello

with aunt danie Posted by Hello

after a diaper change Posted by Hello

with grandma Posted by Hello

with grandpa Posted by Hello

waking up Posted by Hello