Monday, June 22, 2009

Happy Father's Day!

We've come a long way in 12 weeks! Hope you had a great Father's Day, we love you, baby!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Shake, Rattle, and Roll!

At 5:32 this morning, Joey experienced one of those things most Californians are familiar with: His very first earthquake. It registered 4.4 on the Richter Scale, and was centered 15 miles west of Paso Robles. When the earthquake hit, I had just settled down in Mike's recliner, Joey drifting back off to sleep on my lap. I was "lucky" enough to be living in the Bay Area when the Loma Prieta quake hit in 1989 (a 7.1) and in San Luis Obispo when the San Simeon quake hit in 2004 (a 6.5), so I'm pretty familiar with the drill. This morning, however, the drill involved me flying out of the chair, baby in my arms, looking for somewhere to duck and cover - how the heck would I dive under the kitchen table with an infant in my arms? Should I run out the front door in my bathrobe? Fortunately, I didn't have to do either of those things, as the quake was over as soon as it began. I am willing to bet Joey didn't even feel it. He was more upset that I flew out of the chair and woke him up than anything else. The first of what will probably be many earthquakes for him was a total non-event!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

What You Didn't Hear

Well, internet, I wasn't completely honest about our family outing on Tuesday night. It wasn't quite as picture perfect as I would have led you to believe. I left something out because, well, it was totally disgusting, and I guess I feared a backlash from PETA. But, after telling Meghan about this, she couldn't believe I didn't include it. I would like to stress before you read this that we were sitting outside the restaurant. This did not happen in the restaurant.

So the part I left out of the blog was that while we were sitting outside, Joey's car seat on the ground, a mouse came strolling towards our table right next to the wall (I say strolling because it was the fattest mouse I've ever seen, and he was not at all scared of people). It actually took me a couple seconds to determine that this was actually a mouse, and not perhaps a gopher, simply because it was so portly, and it was also missing about half of its tail. I tried to shoo it away, and it didn't even flinch. So what does Mike do? He gets up, and I think he is just going to stomp his foot next to it and try to scare it away. Oh no, he puts his flip-flop clad foot ON the mouse and proceeds to place all his weight on it. Yes, my husband squished the mouse. It was so disgusting, I was freaking out - I actually let out an involuntary scream. Blech. I know it was a disease-carrying little varmint, and it was only feet away from my infant son, but still. Blech.

So, yeah. The evening wasn't as perfect as I led you to believe. But hey, a girl can dream, can't she?

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Moments Like These

Last night, we went out to dinner. All three of us. Mike has been reluctant to take Joey to a restaurant for fear he would start screaming and disturb the other diners. I can't say I blame him. It was a beautiful evening in Morro Bay, so when I got home early from work, I suggested that we all go out to dinner at a restaurant with outdoor seating. That way, if Joey freaked out, we wouldn't be disturbing anyone in the restaurant. Mike agreed, and we headed over to Chapala (the Mexican market/gas station, turned restaurant - and they still have the gas station). We ate chips with salsa and guacamole, drank a Corona, and made it almost all the way through our entrees before Joey even let out a peep. It was awesome. The company, the food, the view of the ocean. Awesome.

We came home, and Mike decided to run out to the video store and pick up some movies. When he got home, we put Joey to bed and watched a movie (only having to pause a couple of times in the first half hour to comfort the baby and get him to fall asleep).

We finally went to bed at 11:30 - much too late considering that Joey would probably be waking up at any time to eat or fuss. He woke up at 1:00. Ouch. I've been slowly starting to eliminate his nighttime feedings, but nursing him almost always puts him back to sleep. I was exhausted, so I gave in and got him out of bed to fed him. He ate for about 20 minutes, and settled right back down in his crib. I headed back to bed hoping I would fall right back to sleep since it's Joey's usual MO to wake up at 5am no matter what. That would leave me with 3.5 more hours of sleep. Well, 5:00 came and went, and no crying baby.

At about 6:30, I woke to the sounds of a happy baby in his crib. I couldn't believe it. First of all, he had slept in (yeah, it's sad that I think 6:30 is "sleeping in" these days, I know) and second, he wasn't screaming! He was cooing and laughing and entertaining himself. I couldn't belive it. It truly is moments like these that make it all worth it.