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She’s Growing!
Look at that baby! Isn’t she huge? No, not me, the little one with the giant head and cute impish eyes. I think she weighs about ten pounds already. But I’m not sure. I don’t have a baby scale and I don’t really trust my math when I get on the scale holding her and subtract my weight. But she’s growing. In spite of her hatred of latching on, she seems to be consuming calories. I know that for a fact because a lot of them are coming out the other end in the form of disgusting orange poop.
Guess what happened the other day? I was moaning and complaining about Pamper’s poor design of their newborn diapers to my friend. I was telling her about how I hate the way the poop always shoots out the back of Baby Bug’s diapers and soils whatever she is wearing. Why even bother wearing diapers, I was thinking. Pamper’s should add elastic to the back to keep the poop in. I was even thinking about contacting Pampers and telling them this myself. There was some kind of survey/advertising pamplet that fell out of the bag yesterday going on about how they care about babies and want to do whatever they can to make their product better… bla bla bla.
Then my friend said to me, “Have you tried putting Baby Bug in the next size up?”
What! This is where I slapped my forehead and said, “Doh!”
I’m such an idiot. Babies grow fast. Duhr. Even I know that. So I tried on the next size up, which we happen to have from that time when Toby bought the wrong size (and I ranted about it because I was mad that all the stores discriminated against size challenged babies) and what do you know? They fit!
We still have some poop issues. But not nearly as bad as it was. But then what do you expect from a Ponnay? Toby seems to think all Ponnays are proud of their abundant and loud expressive poop. Every time he hears her farting/pooping from across the room, he says “that’s my girl” with a big proud smile.
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We Have Heat!
I’m starting to feel silly writing about staying home every day. If it weren’t for the incredible cuteness of the baby and all my family members who need to get a peek, I’d wonder why anybody read any more. I just don’t have that many crazy adventures. (Not that I ever did, really, but that’s beside the point.)
So what’s the big news for today? Our heater got fixed yesterday!!! Hallelujah! It’s a miracle!
The saga of the heater is a long long story involving two different landlords and it’s mostly boring, so I’ll skip it. It’s been broken for about ten years. We usually just suffer when it gets cold because it only gets cold for about two weeks a year anyway. We bundle up in sweats and knitted caps and shuffle around the house from the glow of one space heater to the next. We can’t turn on too many space heaters because that blows a fuse and half of our house loses power.
Of course it’s always the half of the house that has Toby’s super computers in it that loses power. I have notes posted on the microwave saying “check with Toby first before using” because a power outage means hours and hours of frustration for Toby. It also means we’ve spent many many dollars on back up batteries for the super computers. And then the back up batteries messed with our wi-fi and that’s a long boring story too. You get the point. It’s all an ass pain. Winter sucks.
So yesterday when a repairman (who happened to be named “Roman” and he sounded a bit like Dracula when he spoke) came and fixed our heater, it was glorious. Heat! We have heat! Never mind the fact that the heater is about a million years old and they don’t even make parts for it anymore. It works! Roman installed some shiny new copper wires in it and advised me to call a gas man as soon as possible to check and make sure it’s not spewing carbon monoxide. I will do that today.
I’m hoping the fact that our windows don’t seal will save us from carbon monoxide poisoning. There is always a huge draft coming in from the two inch gap between the glass panels. So far we made it through the night. And boy, was it a cozy night! Wooo Hooo!
I forgot what it’s like to walk from room to room and not ache from being cold! Usually we have this complicated system where we only heat one room at a time. We have to prop the doors three inches from being completely closed with a slipper or a shoe to keep the cats from busting the door wide open and letting all the warm air out. We can’t close doors all the way because that would result in clawing and pawing and yowling at the door all night long and keeping us awake. You can imagine how complicated this system gets at three in the morning when I have a crying baby in one arm, boobs that leak and hurt, it’s dark and I have about fifty layers of bulky clothing on.
Last night was wonderful. I fell asleep in front of the television! This morning, even more wonderful. I could actually take the baby into the kitchen with me while I made my morning cup of Ovaltine (my new healthy alternative to hot chocolate)! My feet weren’t freezing. It wasn’t torture to lift my shirt up to nurse and hold all fifty layers of clothing up out of baby’s face with my chin. I could actually just wear one shirt. But the best part? I could choose what room to nurse her in. I didn’t have to stick to my nursing chair huddled in front of the space heater. I could actually watch tv and nurse at the same time! Life is good.
