Retro

I love the hand-me-down clothes that Sam has acquired from his cousin Greysen.  These jeans, for example, are just too hilarious.

Why not bell-bottoms for the three-month-old?

What a little hipster!

Deep

Dave demonstrated the note-taking possibilities for his new iPad this morning.  When I asked how to interpret the image, his response was, "It's deep, right?"  

I'll let you decide.  

Shower Scene

It's only day 2 of the April Blogging Challenge, and I almost forgot to post an image.  Yikes!

I think this one will make you smile.

It Starts

The April Blogging IMAGE Challenge has begun!  Prepare to see a lot of this handsome fellow.  Don't you just want to cuddle him up?

Bring It

I would like to participate in an April blogging challenge.  It's unlikely that I will win this challenge (because I'll be in Argentina for two weeks and I'm sort of lazy), but I would like to partake nonetheless.  I need something new on the scene and this could be just the ticket.

10 Weeks

Sam laughed out loud yesterday.  It was the most amazing sound I've ever heard.

Dear Blog,

I have missed you.  But I am starting to feel like myself again and think we might be able to resume our relationship.  Our Little Rascal is doing well and seems to be establishing a routine of sorts.  This is good news for everyone.  I am still mourning the loss of sleep, but everything else is looking up.

More soon...

Xoxo,
Slapdash

The Feeding

I am basically feeding my child ALL OF THE TIME.

Or so it seems.  I've never been all that efficient in general, but I never imagined that it would take one hour to complete each feeding.  The process starts with Sam really wanting to eat but getting so over excited that he can't latch (according to What to Expect The First Year, he fits in the "Excited Ineffective" feeder category).

After ten minutes of attempting to latch, Sam is finally on the boob.  If it's the right boob, he'll eat for 10 to 15 minutes straight.  If it's the left (dubbed "The Evil Boob" by Dave), then he'll get on and off again every three minutes for the entire feeding and suck in all kinds of air.

By the time he gets through this first stage on either boob, he's exhausted and asleep, but not quite full.  So, I attempt to burp him for five minutes -- usually unsuccessfully -- and then have to change a diaper, rub his feet, move him around, and burp again until he's awake enough to start this all again on the other boob.  Then, just when you think he's done eating and should be full, sometimes he'll cry again nonstop and loudly.

And yesterday she spit up three entire meals.  Which made me really sad.

So, tomorrow we're meeting with the lactation consultant.  Signs point to a possible overabundance of milk on my part and gassiness in Sam.  Someone named Heather is going to help me sort this out.

On the plus side, Sam's gaining plenty of weight and sleeps like a champion.  And he's darn cute.