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April 25, 2005
April 26, 2004
I can't believe that Andrew is eight weeks old today. Time has flown by and I am SO BAD for not writing regular entries during this time. I hope I won't forget one single precious moment from these early days of Andrew's life, but I fear I might!
So since I have such limited computer time these days, I'm going to just get on here whenever I can and write in the diary entry box whatever comes to mind. No planned, organized entries for me! So bear with me and don't mind the inevitable typos.
At Andrew's six-week check with the midwives, he weighed 9 lbs., 12 oz. That was two weeks ago now. He's developed lovely rolls and creases at his armpits, knees and crotch, and has beautiful little dimples on his elbows. He has become pleasantly plump and is starting to outgrow things at a rapid rate. He was rather skinny when he was born and things that were so giant and baggy on him then are suddenly fitting him perfectly or even too small. I am now realizing that baby clothing is often sized wrong, much like women's clothing. For example, he has several items marked for six months that fit him now, and even one marked for nine months that is almost too small. Weird. I'm thinking a nine-month--old that weighs ten pounds must be pretty rare, so I don't know where clothing manufacturers get their sizing from. Anyway...
Currently his eyes are dark blue like mine, but I guess it's still too soon to tell what they'll be permanently. My entire family has blue eyes, but Chris's family is a mix and he has greenish-grey eyes himself. Andrew's hair is blonde and looks almost strawberry blond in some lights. Everyone says this newborn hair will all fall out and it'll grow back differently, so who knows. Since Chris and I are both blonde and we both had almost white-blonde hair as babies and small kids, I'm assuming Andrew will be the same. In any case, he gets cuter every day.
I think I caught his first "real" (not gas) smile when he was about five weeks old. I have yet to get one on film, but they are pretty frequent now and if he's in the right mood he will smile right back at us. I must keep my camera ready at all times! He's also gotten pretty chatty in the past week. There were lots of coos and contented sighs before, but now he sounds like he's carrying on a whole conversation in his own language. I tried to read him a book this morning and could barely get a word in edgewise.
I think he pees, literally, every ten minutes. He pees every time we change him, so I actually wait to put on a fresh diaper until after he's had his open-air pee. Otherwise I'll put a diaper on him and before I can have his onesie done up, I'll feel the warm pee through his clean diaper. He also loves to lie naked and kick his legs while on his change table, so it's fun to just let him be naked and diaperless for ten minutes at a time with each change. He often gets all four limbs flailing wildly and ends up smacking himself in the face and beating his belly in his excitement. He's all smiles and coos during these times too. So cute.
Breastfeeding is still going well. He nurses A LOT during the day, especially in the late afternoon and evening. Like every hour. I imagine much of this is comfort nursing, which is fine. He still doesn't any interest in a soother when I offer him one. He wakes up once or twice a night to nurse as well. We just take him to bed with us when we're ready, and I nurse him to sleep (anywhere from 10 to 12). Depending on our bedtime, he'll wake up around either two or four, then again around six. Chris gets up at seven, changes him and puts him back into bed with me and he'll have a marathon feed at this point. Then I'll usually get up for the day, or if he's willing to go back to sleep, I'll catch a bit more sleep too. We don't yet have a predictable routine and he's definitely still the boss around here!
The cloth diapering has finally become a full-time habit around here. We were getting rather comfortable with the disposables and I'd spent all this money on a cloth collection, so I'm relieved that we've finally made the switch. And Chris is also finally fully on-board with the cloth since I gave him a little lesson on how to do things and where everything is. So that is going well. There are certainly some diapers I like better than others, so feel free to ask me for my opinion! It helps that Andrew is finally growing into his all-in-ones (AIOs) and some of his one-size diapers. They were way too bulky (and I suspect uncomfortable) before now.
We also finally created a nursery out of our small second bedroom. We built the crib and moved the changing station into the room (it had been in our bedroom for weeks) and it's looking pretty cute. I still need new window coverings (the white roll-up bamboo blinds let in way too much light) and I need to decorate a bit more, but the red and white gingham is fresh and cheerful. I currently only use the crib for clean laundry (!) or to place him in when I run to the tap to wet some wipes, but it looks nice in there anyway.
I am getting together with the five other women from my prenatal class this week. We had our reunion a few weeks ago and I suggested we try to meet regularly, since we all got along so well. So we're gathering at one of their houses just to chat and hang out. I'm really looking forward to it and I bet some of them (or all) become good friends. I know most of them share the same attachment parenting philosophies as me, so that helps. And speaking of meeting other people, tomorrow I am meeting AnnD, who has been a frequent poster on my board and lives here in Toronto. We're getting together for coffee and a walk in my neighbourhood. Her son (also Andrew) is only a week older than my Andrew, so we should have lots to talk about!
Andrew has his first appointment with a pediatrician on Thursday. The doctor I had all lined up for him is going on maternity, so I had to scramble to find another doctor that would take him. It's further away and not in my neighbourhood. And the receptionist asked if I'm planning on immunizing him, since they are a very pro-immunization practice. I said yes. And I am, but I would like to be selective about what he gets when. I will have a hard time seeing him stuck with a bunch of needles at this early an age. Silly perhaps, but my feelings nonetheless.
Things I Love
I love it when I'm feeding him and his free hand is curled up to his ear like he's talking on the phone.
I love the little grunting noises he makes when he's curled up and sleeping in the sling.
I love the "ooooo" noise he makes when he's naked and excited and kicking like mad.
I love the way his eyes light up when he hears his daddy's voice come in the back door at the end of the day.
I love the way he looks at himself in the mirror like he's full of curiosity to meet this other fellow.
I love the way he looks like a little smurf in his blue sleeper and white hat.
I love the way he is so big-eyed when we set out for a walk and how quickly those big bright eyes start to close with the motion of the stroller.
I love the little snorting sound he makes when he's fussing to get on the nipple.
Well, that'll all my little smurf will allow me to write today! He's squirming in the sling and I know he's likely got a wet diaper and is hungry for his dinner!
Hopefully I'll get on the computer again this week for another short entry about everything and nothing.
Thanks for reading!
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