Last Wednesday marked two things: Pike Henry turned 4 weeks old and Stephen set a new record. I was clueless that Stephen was embarking to set a record but somehow, he managed to do it without my help. It all began the day Pike was born. That first time he pooed, Stephen said "oh, here, you can change him. It's a great bonding time." I smiled as he came up with a cunning way to say that he didn't want to change his diaper. This is where the new record comes in. It was my turn to get out of the house. I picked Pike up after he woke from his nap and I knew his pants were messy. But, rather than changing him, I decided to feed him. So, I fed him. Then I put on my shoes, grabbed the keys and said, "I'm leaving, I'll be back in an hour! Oh, and Pike's poopy." To which Stephen responded, "Aw, really? Don't you want to change him before you go?" "No." I said, "The clocks ticking and I only have so much time before I have to be back to feed him again, you can do it." It wasn't until the next day that I found out about this new record. Stephen told me that he made it 4 weeks without changing a poopy diaper from Pike. It wasn't until I declined changing the poopy diaper which forced him to do it. That was his new record. I changed Pikes diaper- all 8 times a day, 7 days a week. This includes the days Stephen was home after Pike was born. It includes the days the following week that Stephen only worked half-days. It includes the 2 or 3 times in the middle of the night while Stephen sawed logs. Until last Wednesday. 4 weeks! That is a little over 200 poopy diapers that I changed and that he didn't. What a turkey!
Monday, June 21, 2010
a new record
Last Wednesday marked two things: Pike Henry turned 4 weeks old and Stephen set a new record. I was clueless that Stephen was embarking to set a record but somehow, he managed to do it without my help. It all began the day Pike was born. That first time he pooed, Stephen said "oh, here, you can change him. It's a great bonding time." I smiled as he came up with a cunning way to say that he didn't want to change his diaper. This is where the new record comes in. It was my turn to get out of the house. I picked Pike up after he woke from his nap and I knew his pants were messy. But, rather than changing him, I decided to feed him. So, I fed him. Then I put on my shoes, grabbed the keys and said, "I'm leaving, I'll be back in an hour! Oh, and Pike's poopy." To which Stephen responded, "Aw, really? Don't you want to change him before you go?" "No." I said, "The clocks ticking and I only have so much time before I have to be back to feed him again, you can do it." It wasn't until the next day that I found out about this new record. Stephen told me that he made it 4 weeks without changing a poopy diaper from Pike. It wasn't until I declined changing the poopy diaper which forced him to do it. That was his new record. I changed Pikes diaper- all 8 times a day, 7 days a week. This includes the days Stephen was home after Pike was born. It includes the days the following week that Stephen only worked half-days. It includes the 2 or 3 times in the middle of the night while Stephen sawed logs. Until last Wednesday. 4 weeks! That is a little over 200 poopy diapers that I changed and that he didn't. What a turkey!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
life
Has it really been four weeks since we got to meet our little Pike? Yes, it really has. Life has been... ummm... somewhat crazy, a little chaotic, partially stressful, and absolutely wonderful all at the same time. I am learning how to make all three of my children feel loved, which simply takes effort. I've found that I have to set aside specific times for each of my kids. And then I try to make time for my wonderful husband who, unfortunately, has probably been on the back-burner most because he's the only one that understands the current chaotic circumstances and knows that I love him without the "special time" that the girls require. I truly am enjoying this season and for those of you wondering, having three kids is not as hard as I thought it would be. Honestly, it continues to be easier than when Jovie came along and we went from one to two.
Pike is still a very good little baby boy. He does have a fussy time from about 6:30-9:30 every evening. This requires either Stephen or myself to walk, rock and cuddle the little guy for the three hour stretch while keeping the binky in tow. He eats every 2-3 hours and at night sleeps a solid 3 hours in-between each feeding. He takes naps...sometimes. However, he almost always takes a solid 2 hour nap in the afternoon which is a time I savor as I not only can get things done but I can also spend time with my little ladies.
Jovie and Pear continue to be best of friends and worst of enemies. Jovie still has a hard time communicating, only saying a few words, most of which nobody else would understand. Once she can communicate, I think playing will be a little more peaceful. That's my hope at least. Pear can be the sweetest, most helpful little thing at times and then at other times I wonder what I did wrong. I guess that's probably just a typical 3 year old in training.
This is a typical scenario. The girls constantly want to hold Pike and one of them is usually crying because it's not their turn while the other one is as happy as can be holding baby Pike.
Pike is still a very good little baby boy. He does have a fussy time from about 6:30-9:30 every evening. This requires either Stephen or myself to walk, rock and cuddle the little guy for the three hour stretch while keeping the binky in tow. He eats every 2-3 hours and at night sleeps a solid 3 hours in-between each feeding. He takes naps...sometimes. However, he almost always takes a solid 2 hour nap in the afternoon which is a time I savor as I not only can get things done but I can also spend time with my little ladies.
Jovie and Pear continue to be best of friends and worst of enemies. Jovie still has a hard time communicating, only saying a few words, most of which nobody else would understand. Once she can communicate, I think playing will be a little more peaceful. That's my hope at least. Pear can be the sweetest, most helpful little thing at times and then at other times I wonder what I did wrong. I guess that's probably just a typical 3 year old in training.
This is a typical scenario. The girls constantly want to hold Pike and one of them is usually crying because it's not their turn while the other one is as happy as can be holding baby Pike.
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