Kissed by Scooby-Doo

Well, London had his first round of shots today. Needless to say, he didn't love them. Travis had to work, so I ventured out by myself, determined not to back down. We decided to have them done at the Public Health office for financial reasons. As soon as I entered I began to doubt my decision. There was just something about the place that made me nervous. So I just prayed and hoped for the best. God answered quickly by sending out a really nice nurse. She talked to me about the shots he would be getting and told me to come on back. She was really sweet to London, and to me. I actually did surprisingly well. London, on the other hand, screamed himself silly. He wouldn't relax enough so the shots really hurt. However, it was nothing a bite to eat couldn't fix!

He came home with an "I did GREAT!" sticker for his book, and a Scooby-Doo band aid. I couldn't resist taking a picture. Of course, now he prefers dad. I mean after all, dad didn't put him through the misery. He just looks at me differently. But I know he will be back to being my friend tomorrow. In the meantime, he is sleeping it off...in hopes that I won't make him go through that again anytime soon. Don't worry buddy, you get two months off!

Foo vs.Poo

This weekend was the first time London and I were without daddy. Daddy was blessed by some friends, to go south and see the Foo Fighters and The Police in concert. It was the event of the decade and I was stoked he was able to go. But as usual, things got complicated here. Almost immediately after he left, I got sick. My stomach hurt all day, most likely from stress about how the day would turn out. London did okay, and went down fairly early after an adventurous bath without dad. He even slept through the night for me (however, for those of you keeping track, our streak ended at four nights. Not bad for two months though). Anyway, the weekend got me thinking....

Long gone are the days of late night concerts....driving home from LA at 2am.......all day movie marathons......eating an entire meal before it gets cold.....talking in a normal pitch with my voice.....hitting the gym on MY schedule......

I am a mom. I have traded The Foo for the poo. But with this face to look at everyday, I think I got the better deal.

8 hours

If you're reading this post and have not read the previous post, you're doing yourself no favors. Scroll down immediately.

Okay, now that you're caught up, know that London slept for eight hours again last night. Could we be so lucky?

Could it be?.......Nah

I should fill you in on our happy morning, if only a momentary triumph. I woke at 6:00am to realize that, well, it wasn't 3am. This might seem obvious to some of you , but it's significant, trust me. We put London down at 10:00pm last night, which means that he should have woken up at 3:00am to eat, if we were lucky. So you can imagine my surprise when I woke up a 6:00am to a hungry baby. My thought process? Glad you asked. It went something like this...

1. Did an Angel of the Lord come and feed our baby at 3:00, and if so, could this be repeated?

2. Did Jenn feed the baby at 3:00 without my knowing? I suppose so...she's sly like that.

3. Is this all just a dream? Do I even have a baby?

Well, turns out the kid just slept for eight hours. I would be excited, but Murphy's Law tells me that this is just a fluke, a glitch in the matrix. I had seen the black cat walk by twice, and I knew I was hosed. The good news is that I feel totally rested, a feeling I haven't had for a long time. I woke up, on time, and cooked my wife breakfast. That's right guys, take that! Maybe this is going to be London's new sleep pattern, maybe not. Either way, it was good. But our experience tells us that we will inevitably find London on the couch, giving us the bird.

bubba

Being a mom is hard. But it is worth it. I have to keep reminding myself of what a blessing London is and that this time is going to go by fast. Soon I will find myself at his high school graduation, or worse, at his wedding...and I will want these times back. All these sleepless nights will seem so far away. I can't believe that I will miss them, but I hear from all my "mom" friends that I will. There are definite times (mostly when he is asleep!) that he looks precious to me. For whatever reason, no matter how hard I try, I can't help but call London "Bubba". I am trying to quit. But for now, here is a precious pic of my bubba.

1:00am

As I was rocking London last night at 1:00am, I couldn't help but pray. These were my words to God.

"Lord, thank you for this little one. I can't believe Travis and I made him. Thank you for the gift of life. Even though it seems like I am not appreciative right now, I really am. He is beautiful, healthy, and looks like an angel. I pray now for him. Help his little body to adjust to this world. Give us the ablility to learn each other quickly, so that I can respond to his needs. Give me insight. Mold him into what you desire. I pray that he follows hard after you. That he always looks to you, not us, for guidance. That he follows the road less traveled.

And Lord, please let him go to sleep!"

I love my wife.

i feel like i need to write a rebuttal....

-trav

Ewok, Kangaroo, whatever works

Mom has finally had time to chime in today. Mimi is back in town so I thought I would take advantage and write a quick blog. I have been reading my husband's additions and I beg to differ on a few things. London is not sleeping that well...at least not on my shift. He is going a little longer without eating, but the sleeping sessions are getting cut short. The patience level of mom is getting cut short as well. It is around 4:00am when I start to wonder if I will EVER want to go through this again..What would posses a woman to have more than one child? As I am writing this, the Today show is airing a story on a woman who just had sextuplets. CRAZY....

Anyway, in desperation, I tried some new things to help out with the crying. They worked yesterday. But as you veteran moms may know, most likely they won't work today. Below are some pics of things that seem to help the little guy. We call them the "ewok suit" and the "kangaroo hold". Hey....whatever works.

spoke too soon...

here's what London thinks of his new "sleep pattern."

Update

i've been reading a plethora of blogs lately, as my new job allows for plenty of "recreational" time. i now know full well, the importance of an updated blog. so without an further ado...

london's sleep pattern has changed for the better. last night in particular, he went five hours and then three hours between feedings.

"feedings?"...that makes it sound like we're opening his cage door and sliding a slab of meat across the blood stained concrete. which, as jenn can testify to, isn't too far from the truth. our boy has a healthy appetite.

anyway, we are very happy with The Kid's new sleep pattern. hopefully he will continue to grow into the healthy sleeper we prayed for before his birth. after six weeks, i'm starting to fall in love with him. for a while there, we were just on survival mode. we ate only what we found under the couch cushions and slept only as much as our master London allowed. we're turning a corner though. we're showing that boy who's boss, and having more and more fun with him. i think we're going to keep him, although you'll have to ask jenn what she thinks, as i have no idea what her thoughts are as of late. as many of you parents know, our contact with each other has been somewhat limited.

-trav

Things I LOVE

After 5 weeks of life, I have made a list of the things I LOVE.....


My Mommy, of course. I even smile at her now. She LOVES it!!!


My Daddy. I especially love testing his patience when he gets home from work.


Watching my Baby Einstein DVD (except the dinosaur...he's weird)


And my smokin' hot wardrobe (although I don't LOVE getting dressed)

I am sure there is much more out there for me....but for now, this is all I need.
-London

London's first girlfriend (If she'll have him)

London and Maeve got to see each other today. Maeve was very polite and proper, just what we'd expect from a Siems. London on the other hand, was a little rude. Maeve was in his shot...and he didn't like it. I'm thinking that he was playing hard to get. We can only hope London marries into a family like the Siems.