Where to start, where to start...how about some ridiculous pictures?!
We went out to dinner for Shannon's birthday. Maks is six weeks old so we're really not ready to leave him with someone while we go out. He was fussy all week so we had cash in hand and an exit plan devised in the event we'd need to make an early exit. I fed him in the car in a parking lot, plopped Maks in the hotsling and we were on our way to Limoncello in West Chester. He was wide eyed for the whole walk there- said hello to everyone...and the fell asleep betwixt my bosom. Here are some borderline vulgar pictures that I'll be happy to show his prom date in 2027.
Terrible and hilarious. Jeeze, boobs. Take it easy.
I've been car-less for the past two days. We both have our inspection due in June so Todd's taken the other car to work each day leaving me at home with the bug. Aside from not taking ANY naps yesterday he's been wonderful. We were supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday whilst picking the cars up but with a thunderstorm lingering and Maks's snack time getting in the way it was just easier for me to go without the boys. I find that if Todd and I make plans like this, I become fixated on them. I was "stuck" at home all day yesterday and I was seriously looking forward to taking my good old time wandering up and down the aisles of the Giant.
About fifteen minutes into my trip I get a text, "Major meltdown." Followed by a call.
T: What do I do if the bottle in the fridge doesn't settle him.
S: Try a bath- he needs a bath and he likes them.
T: OK he's really crying bad, I gotta go. I don't want to rush you but please hurry.
S: OK.
Five minutes later I get another text.He's settled down, take your time.
Repeat cycle two times.
Maks has these little spells on days he doesn't nap well. He's SO TIRED and he's fighting sleep. He cries. Serious crying. With the blocked tear duct, green goo oozes out of his eye because he's crying so hard. He turns a deep shade of red, gasps for air- it's bad for the untrained eye. Having seen it once every two days I'm ready to spring into action to quell his anger.
Todd did an awesome job calming him down but he certainly gets thrown (I do too, but I see it more often. You can't HELP but get paranoid that you're doing something wrong that is the catalyst of this meltdown.)
I have to laugh about this. Every time I leave my boys alone, I come back in the room or house and someone is in his underpants. Most times, it's the baby. Todd's baby problem solving skills start with diaper, move on to snack, then play time, then rocking.
Sometimes, Maks is fussy through a diaper change which can be frustrating...so often Todd will bypass redressing Maks to get to the next step in the process and he'll just leave him in his diaper.
I love this (annoyed while I redress him because Maks LOVES to bicycle his legs) but glad to see my boy and my husband are bonding.
Besides, who doesn't like diaper butt?
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Third version is more dad-sized people friendly.
HV- our meltdowns are coming at night. Mommy don't like-y.