Category: Infants

Oh my!

This has been one crazy week in the Southern household.

Sunday and Monday I dedicated to loads of cooking and prep work to have dinners ready to go for the next month.  The Munchkin is all too ready to eat adult food at night (he flat-out refuses baby food most nights), so no more waiting until he goes to bed to cook dinner.  Instead, I gave once-a-month cooking a shot, and, if the interior of my freezer is any indication, this is going to work pretty well.

Unfortunately, I spent so much time focused on busting my butt to get things taken care of that I didn’t take care of myself.  I dehydrated myself to the point of a fever by Monday night.  Although it took me a day and a half to figure out that that was why I felt bad.  *rolls eyes*  So I missed work on Tuesday and most of Wednesday (had to go in to handle some time-sensitive issues).

But, hey, Wednesday night was family night, so we would all be home and have a yummy meatloaf dinner.  Hooray!  Right up until I asked Southern Honey to come into the kitchen to pull the meatloaf out of the oven while I got the rest of the Munchkin’s dinner together.  At which point the Munchkin followed him and managed to burn his fingers grabbing for the inside of the oven door.  Cue what was supposed to be our relaxing family evening at home turning into night at the ER.

Fortunately, it was a very minor burn, but it was on his hand so the on-call ped told us to take him in.  A dose of Ibuprofen, a bottle, a dry diaper, and a nap later, he was entertaining people in the ER by walking around holding onto one of our hands.  (We kept him away from people in general and took him to/from the kid play area; I make that statement based on the number of hellos/smiles/waves he was getting, not the fact that I think he’s a fairly cute kid.)  We were home by 10 with a tube of antibacterial ointment to treat the burns for the next week.

Needless to say, he didn’t really sleep well that night, what with the disruption to his evening and the sock on his hand keeping him from licking off the ointment.  Or last night, due to the above reasons and a runny nose.

Which, I found out when I went to pick him up from day care, may be RSV.  They have three kids out with confirmed cases.  *headdesk*

Needless to say, we go to the doctor on Monday unless he gets worse over the weekend.  It sucks that all these negative things happened this week, because it’s been so much fun to watch him explore feeding himself and discovering new foods: meatloaf, broccoli, tonight’s Cincy-style chili and spaghetti.  We’ll get through it, though, and there are certainly plenty of fun dishes on the menu in the next few weeks for him to enjoy.



That’s what the Munchkin has become: some kind of enormous, mutant baby monster rampaging unsteadily through the house.  I shudder to think how bad it’ll be once he’s walking on his own instead of lurching around grabbing onto everything and shuffling along sideways.  *grins*

The little guy had his 9 month appointment this week.  He clocked in at 28 inches long and 22 very solid pounds.  That’s as much as our friend’s two-year-old weighs.  *facepalm*  Poor thing had some blood taken from his finger and had to pee into a bag so some lab work could be done; hopefully that will all come back clean, especially now that we’ve finally got him healthy (for the time being).

We also get to start weaning him off formula and onto whole milk and real food.  I just felt like it was a step in the right direction that he’s eaten baby foods with meat in them the last two nights.  And some tiny bits of spaghetti, with sauce and without, from my plate and his tray tonight.  We’re going to get there, slowly but surely, which is good, since the price of formula jumped four dollars a can about a month ago, and we had been up to almost two a week.

Now I just guess I’m going to have to get used to cooking for one and a half most nights…

On the road

To recovery, I hope, now that we’re finished with our mini-road trip to finish up our final Christmas celebrations.  If there’s anything I don’t recommend, it’s trying to travel with a baby suffering from diarrhea.  It’s just a bad idea.  Thankfully, the Munchkin was already drying up some before we left, so we didn’t get hosed while on the road.

What he wasn’t interested in doing was sleeping overnight.  Although he hasn’t been doing that for almost two weeks now, so it wasn’t really anything new.  Turned out he was teething in addition to nursing an ear infection, so everything just hurt, poor guy!  He’s still working on cutting that tooth, but the ear infection is on its way to being taken care of, and the diarrhea is slowly drying up (he had it to start with and the main side effect of his ear infection antibiotics is… diarrhea *headdesk*).  I suspect that by this weekend, we might all be sleeping through the night.

Dear God, I hope so.


If there’s one thing that the Munchkin’s illness — ultimately diagnosed as a very sneaky ear infection this week — has demonstrated, it’s that he’s finally grasping the concept of language, he knows that I’m Mama and Southern Honey is Dada, and he’s willing to use ’em.

Of course, “Dada” gets trotted out when he’s having a great time, bouncing around the living room and laughing his head off. “Mama” is reserved for the times he falls on his face because he was trying to climb the bookshelf (which he knows he shouldn’t do) or his poor ear is hurting.  I think this is supposed to be some sort of commentary on my awesome nurturing skills, but I’m less than reassured.  😛

Still, I love knowing that he knows his first words, even if he mastered “Dada” well before “Mama.”  😀

In other news, this really has been the stealth ear infection from hell, since it’s been accompanied by massive diarrhea and hasn’t actually been manifesting as anything other than that and not sleeping well.  The doctor was going over his symptoms and checking him, going, “Sounds like a virus… Uh huh, virus… Yep, sounds like … an ear infection?”  So now the kid’s on antibiotics and Nystatin, since he already had killer diaper rash, and the main side affect of the antibiotics is… diarrhea.  *headdesk*  I figure he’ll stop screaming in pain at diaper changes in approximately three weeks when he dries up.  I hate it.

Christmastime for babies

Babies give approximately zero shits about Christmas.  Really.  They’re like, “Okay, so, there’s stuff and fifty million random relatives I’ve probably never met pinching my cheeks and food I can’t eat yet and people wanting me to stay up way past my bedtime even when I’m cranky as hell.  Why is this so cool again?”

That was pretty much the Munchkin’s reaction to our first Christmas celebrations this weekend.  He just wanted to get down on the floor and play, while everyone else wanted to cuddle him and see him do cute things or unwrap presents.  We had some rather frustrated moments as a result yesterday.  Although maybe it was just his complete disinterest in the shiny boxes or bags — he ignored them completely!

On the bright side, he has some really fun new toys.  And he got to spend lots of time with my dad and the extended family on that side.  Some of my cousins hadn’t met him since he was born, which was entertaining.  We had a lot of fun in between bouts of “ohmigod, give me a NAP!” but I definitely consider myself educated about what it means to have Christmas with a baby.

They have to sleep eventually

That’s what I keep telling myself, at least.  He has to sleep sometime.  Preferably at the same time I need to sleep.

None of us have slept well this week because the Munchkin appears to be going through a growth spurt that has made sleeping at night undesirable.  Nay, impossible.  I’ve gotten about fourteen hours of sleep in the past three nights (further complicated by the fact that I accidentally drank caffeinated tea instead of decaf on Monday morning) because the Munchkin has been campaigning against sleep.  I figure tonight won’t be much better, but maybe we’ll get lucky.

HAH!  I swear, this kid and sleep are mortal enemies.  Nemeses, if you will.  I figure we’ll all get to sleep sometime around the time he turns 18 and moves out.

Is your beard real, Santa?


This picture was taken about five seconds after he did a beard-check* and about five seconds before he decided that big men with beards and mustaches were not his cup of tea.  *laughs*

*The beard was real.

Little boys need clothes, too

I know that this is hard to believe, given that little boys (and probably little girls the same age) would far rather run around naked in my experience, but little boys do actually need clothes.  And not just knit pants in weird colors and patterns to go with onesies in awkward designs, either.  Real clothes that they can be seen in public in and look just as cute as little girls with all the vast selection of casual and fancy clothes that can be found for them everywhere.

All I wanted was a couple of cute outfits for the Munchkin for Christmas and some Christmas pajamas.  I mean, it’s his first Christmas; he should look the part, right?  He has to go meet Santa and get his picture taken; he should look good for that, right?


Target laughed at me.  No non-knit pants in his size.  Heck, only one pair of pants in his size, period!

WalMart tittered behind its corporate hand.  Pants, I could have.  Something Christmas-themed?  Not if I don’t want ruffles or bows on it!

Old Navy snickered.  I could have a monkey snowsuit and some monkey pajamas, but Christmas stuff?  Pish.

Sears, JCPenneys, Dillards, and Macy’s invited me in and laughed in my face at the idea of finding something affordable AND Christmas-related.

I still haven’t made it to A Children’s Place, so I don’t know if they’re laughing at me or not.

So, clothing retailers who figure little boys apparently don’t need nice clothes, kiss my ass.


I have to admit to really liking naptime.  It’s my chance to catch a breather on Saturdays when it’s just the Munchkin and me; maybe I grab some food or something to drink or just sit here on the couch and veg out.  (Guess which I’m doing this morning?)

It’s also giving me a chance to recover from fighting with the Munchkin over eating his cereal.  He wanted no part of it this morning, at all.  I’m hoping that he’ll be hungry after he wakes up and will be interested in grabbing a bite instead of grabbing the spoon.  We’ve had some trouble getting him back on track eating since he was sick, and I think some of the his resistance today stems from that — hand, foot, and mouth includes blisters inside the mouth that make it painful to eat, and he had several.

On a lighter note, we just got the online proofs of his pictures from daycare (yeah, don’t even get to wait until school starts to get hit up by THAT pitch anymore), and they’re so adorable!  This one might be my favorite:


I love my teddy bear!

Christmas Cheer

It’s that time of year: The Christmas gifts have started to arrive, and I can’t wait to open the boxes to see which presents for the Munchkin have shown up on my doorstep!

Today it appears to be a giant box from ToysRUs, which should include some blocks, a ball, and something else I’ve blanked on right now.  Most importantly, it’s a giant box that will be perfect for him to play with and in.  *grins*

There may also be Christmas cards in the mailbox, but it’s dark and cold, and I’m not going outside.  They’ll just have to wait until tomorrow.  😛