When I look at the past three months as nothing more than the past three months, this has been the longest three months of my life. When I look at the last three months in terms of watching my little viking grow and develop, it seems impossibly quick. Before you know it, they’re holding their own bottles, which Wes totally did the other day!
Yes, yes, it’s true what they say about the time going by so fast. I’ll admit it here, but nowhere else. Everybody who says something like, “Doesn’t the time go by so fast?” I’m going to tell them that it’s just been dragging by so slowly that I’ve taken to downing a fifth of Wild Turkey every night just to make the time less torturous.
In the past week and a half, Wes has really been leveling up. He picks up on facial cues and will smile back at you. It’s my favorite thing. He pretty much has complete control of his head. He’s getting used to owning arms, too. He’s starting to get grabby. I wouldn’t say that he IS grabby yet, but in a couple of weeks I feel confident that he will have attained full grabby status. The bars of the changing table, Mommy’s necklace, the dangly animals of his little floor gym. If they just happen to find their way into his widdle hand, they get grabbed. If you play “Where’s Wesley?” by throwing a blankie over his face, he’s getting the hang of taking it off himself. Either that or he tries to stuff it all into his mouth. He hasn’t rolled over yet, but he’s getting there. You can see him trying to figure it out. He makes these inhaling raptor noises which absolutely kill us. For a couple of days we could get him to mimic our kissy-face noises, but now it’s all about the raptor.
I’m doing pretty well with poo. I do gag sometimes. I don’t think that’s ever going to change. If I ever get used to this curdled butterscotch pudding that smells like bad parmesan cheese, he’ll then be moving on to more solid foods…then shit gets REAL.
Wes and I went back to work this week! I’d never stopped working, logging in from home and using the phone, but we actually put on clothes and went into the office this week. I put him in a baby wrap and he mostly just sleeps, which is awesome. Getting lots done!
The only down side is that Wes and I had gotten used to Grandma and Grandpa stopping by to visit every day. Now that we are at work it’s looking less like that will work. 😦 But they are still stopping at the office for lunch, and today Grandma brought by a Boppy with a monkey on it! That was awesome and very handy. Hopefully we’ll still get them their Wes fix at least a couple times a week.
Wes is growing so fast! He’s up to 10lbs 7oz as of yesterday. He still takes his sweet time falling asleep, but once he’s out he’s been staying out for hours, last night I think we got 5.5 hours at a stretch. I think it’s a combo of our ghetto “Miracle Blanket” setup to swaddle him at night and our new “super zorby” diaper that keep him much drier. He holds his head up very steadily and can find his hands and keep them in his mouth very reliably. He’s getting way more interactive now, he coos and smiles randomly, which is so cute. I can’t wait till he starts mimicking!
Anybody remember The Adventures of Pete and Pete? It was one of my all-time favorite shows as a kid. A few years ago, we got as many of the DVD’s as we could through Netflix. The show holds up VERY well. Still brilliant. In fact, I think I like it even more as an adult. It boasted characters played by such pop culture icons as Michael Stipe and Iggy Pop. Perhaps the most iconic character from the show was Artie, The Strongest Man…In the World, played brilliantly by Toby Huss. He was Little Pete’s personal superhero.
You might recall that before Wesley was born, I was trying to think of a nickname for him. I landed on “grub,” and I have been calling him that quite often. It’s a good one. But I think he’s starting to look a lot more like me now and showing his Norse ancestry. Someone, Grandma and Grandpa Boxleiter perhaps, called him a Viking.
Artie had a name for Little Pete. He called him “my little Viking.” And I have coopted it. Wes is “my little Viking.” Thanks, Artie!
I’m not going to lie; there have been times, not often, but they happen, when I’ve wanted to “accidentally” drop him. I never would, mind you. He’s my son and I love him, blah, blah, blah, but there are times…there are times. Saturday night/Sunday morning it took four hours (two people in 2 hour shifts) to get him asleep for only 1 hour. What a dick. And I REALLY can’t wait until he has a way of expressing himself other than crying. I know this will only present different problems, but right now I don’t care.
It’s not that I hate rocking Wes to sleep, or ANY of the baby chores. I like taking care of him a lot. I just wish a little of the guesswork was taken out of it. If there’s a problem, I want there to be a solution, and I want the solution to be obvious. Is that too much to ask? The answer, of course, is “Yes.”
Edit: I just realized that I got all my gripes out of the way without complaining about poop. It never even crossed my mind to complain about diaper changing. How’s that for growth? It’s not my favorite thing to do, but there are times when I actively enjoy changing my son’s poopy diaper. There have still been times when I’ve needed someone to take over (like the time I was relieved to not find poop in his diaper only to see copious amounts of it gush from his little butt like a broken butterscotch ice cream machine) but they don’t happen often and they raise the bar as far as what I’m able to tolerate.
Now for the joys, which include- in a sick, fucked up, masochistic, doting parent sort of way- everything I just bitched about. The fact that raising a child is not easy is awesome because…I’m doing it. I’m being successful in it. It makes me feel like a man.
Teresa already covered a lot of the things he’s able to do. He’s quite an able little guy. But even better than discovering what he’s able to do is watching HIM discover what he’s able to do or even just watching him discover…everything. EVERYTHING is new to him. It’s just so weird to have this tiny little human having all these first experiences that will leap frog and piggy back off each other to turn him into a person. Can you remember the first time you saw your first favorite color? When I was really little my favorite color was yellow. My earliest memory of seeing and liking that color was a bright yellow Nerf ball I had. But I also remember that I got a yellow Nerf ball because that was already my favorite color. Where did my liking of yellow come from? Nowadays my favorite color is green and I don’t like yellow very much. Where the hell did that come from?
Another joy comes from anticipating experiences he is going to have. For example, in our new house we have a night light in the dining room. It’s plugged into an outlet situated way down low on the baseboard. When someone comes downstairs in the middle of the night, the cats hear it and come. If they’re coming from the living room, the night light casts a huge shadow of our already huge cats onto the wall. Since they’re cats they’re really quiet and since there’s furniture in the room, you might not see them. But you can’t miss these huge moving shadows on the wall. Late some night, Wes is probably going to go downstairs for some reason, see a shadowy monster on the wall, and come screaming into our room. When that happens, I will undoubtedly be annoyed. But right now I think that’s awesome.