When we were visiting family in Chicago at the end of July, K's mom said, "Just wait until three months. Everything changes then." Today I was thinking I should write a note to my future self, detailing what's important to keep in mind when facing life with a newborn. The opening line would be, "Remember what K's mom said. She was so very right."
I can't believe how much things have changed in the last two weeks. When Baby Beeton first smiled, things began to get lighter, easier, and then, lately, things have really settled down. We've gotten into a groove with feeding. I no longer feel constantly stressed about the upcoming meal. He's much, much more active, wildly moving his arms and legs and grinning widely at everything Mr. Beeton, Ella, and I do. Being more active means he's sleeping more regularly. Usually (knock wood), he'll go to sleep between 7-9 pm, sleep until 1-2 am, eat, and then go back down until about 7 am (we're so lucky, I know). He's also started to nap more regularly (thanks to K's sister K's recommendation - Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child). Usually, a morning nap in the Snugabunny bouncer and an afternoon nap with Momma and Daddy or in his crib. I've never been one to crave a routine (I mean, just look at my profession), but with Baby Beeton, a routine has made all the difference in my sanity. I love it.
These are the things that I need to remind my future self of if and when my future self begins thinking about adding another one to our pack. Grins and naps... and all the items that have made my life a little bit easier these past few months. When we registered for our showers, we didn't know what the heck we were doing, but we made our best guesses. Some of our requests were hits; some misses. Here is a short list of my favorites...
1. Fisher Price Surround Sounds and Lights Monitor - Lots of people advised us that a video monitor was the only way to go, the only way that we would get peace of mind. But, we're frugal people, and we couldn't see spending that kind of money (or expecting someone else to spend that kind of money) on a baby monitor. This is the one that we ended up getting, and it's served us very well. We don't live in a mansion, so we probably could have done without a monitor. But having this on at night when Baby Beeton is upstairs makes me more relaxed.
2. Halo Sleepsack Swaddle - Mr. Beeton would disagree with me on this one. He thinks a good old fashioned blanket swaddle is best, but I had such trouble with that method that when a friend of mine from college gave us this velcro number as a gift I was over the moon. No more needing to wake up Mr. Beeton in the middle of the night and say, "Can you swaddle him?" (Baby Beeton, by the way, is addicted to swaddling. He can't get enough of it. I had to rush order a bigger one for him today since he seemed to grow out of his old one over night.)
3. The Rachel Bag by Timi and Leslie - I love, love, love this diaper bag precisely because it doesn't look like a diaper bag. But, it's got all these fabulous pockets and baby accessories that hide inside it. When I sling it over my shoulder, I hear Stacy London say, "What a cute mom-on-the-go!"
4. Anything that gets me out of the house (i.e. our stroller, our Ergo baby carrier, and/or our Baby Bjorn) - We have a variety of methods for getting out of the house, depending on Baby Beeton's mood. We scored our stroller, which is a Bugaboo Gecko, on Craigslist; a very tall woman (who lived in this amazing green building in Silver Spring) decided to sell it for half the price because she was frustrated that it didn't have an adjustable handle. We got the bassinet, the upright stroller, and the car seat converter from her for multiple means of travel. Our his and her baby carriers (Ergo for Mr. Beeton and Baby Bjorn for me) are for when we don't want to lug out the cumbersome stroller or when we want a guarantee that Baby Beeton will remain calm (he loves to be "babyworn" as much as he loves swaddling).
5. Anything Boppy - Originally, I had asked for the Boppy to help out with breastfeeding, but it doesn't really work for me in the way that I expected. Instead, I prop it behind me when I'm feeding Baby Beeton. But, it's best for morning playtime. Baby Beeton likes to sit in it and laugh and laugh and laugh. Oh, and the Boppy changing pad sets are a lifesaver. We use them in the bassinet, in the carriage, and on the changing table. Instead of constantly changing and washing sheets, we can just throw the pads in the wash when spit up occurs.
6. Breastfeeding has been a challenge for me. I must remind myself that this is not my fault for a host of reasons, including Baby Beeton losing more weight than he should have his first few days out, the crazy antibiotics I was prescribed that unleashed their havoc on my system, and my tendency to be susceptible to blocked milk ducts. There's a host of products that have made this unpleasant obligation a little more bearable (see here, here, here, here, and here... ooo! and all the herbal remedies recommended by the women working here). (By the way, things are now going swimmingly... head control makes all the difference.)
7. Angel Dear - How sweet is this little blankie? We call him Zboo, and we take him wherever we go. Thanks, Auntie M.
8. 3marthas.com burp cloths - My hairdresser at Georgetown Aveda gave Baby Beeton a "Welcome to the World" gift from Dawn Price Baby - a bib and burp cloth from 3marthas.com. I love, love, love these burp cloths. They are not only functional (essentially a cloth diaper) but also stylish (the cute little sewed on characters add flair).
9. Books, books, and more books - At all three of my showers, we got lots of books for our little prince. Right now, our favorite is Henry and Ribsy (thanks Honorary Aunt J).
10. Wee Gallery Art Cards - I admit. I was skeptical about this one. The description alone made me want to cringe: "Wee Gallery art cards are created from bold, whimsical, hand-painted originals that cater to a baby's visual strengths. The black and white images and their repeating patterns captivate little ones. Place them in the crib to transform it into a wee gallery or use them as flash cards for older children." How pretentious. But, they are pretty fabulous - especially the free ones that came from a formula company. We like them so much that we made a mobile out of them.
A friend of mind teased that any good shopaholic would be delighted to have an addition to her family. After all, a whole new world of shopping opens up. I have to agree, though with our little one comes even more limited resources. So, I'll bookmark this post to reference if the future brings more Baby Beetons. Stocking up on the essentials and eliminating the dross means more money to pour into our very own little Money Pit.
Keep sweeping, Martha
8.30.2011
8.29.2011
everyone knows it's windy
It's been quite a week... earthquakes, hurricanes, and the first time in 31 years that I'm not headed back to school in the fall. A very strange convergence of events indeed.
Photo courtesy of Philly.com.
Keep sweeping, Martha
Finished reading Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese and Sippy Cups Are Not for Chardonnay: And Other Things I Had to Learn as a New Mom by Stefanie Wilder-Taylor.
P.S. Thanks, H, for the blog post title.
Photo courtesy of Philly.com.
Keep sweeping, Martha
Finished reading Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese and Sippy Cups Are Not for Chardonnay: And Other Things I Had to Learn as a New Mom by Stefanie Wilder-Taylor.
P.S. Thanks, H, for the blog post title.
8.22.2011
milestones
The other day my neighbor now friend sent me a link to the following article. I thought it was so perfect because it captures some of the sneaking suspicions I've been having about myself these past two and a half months. I joked back that the article resonated with someone whose ideal target audience is 18-year-olds.
It's true. I have trouble with babies. I don't like to hold other people's babies; I'm not a person who does well with lots of loud noises (like crying for minutes on end); and I'm also a person who LOVES, LOVES, LOVES her sleep. But today I realized that even if babies aren't my thing, my baby is my thing.
Baby Beeton took his first nap in his "big boy" crib today. We've been keeping him in a bassinet in our room since he was born for both naps and nighttime slumber. But, he's getting very long (must get his height from his parents... um, no) and has almost outgrown the bassinet, so we thought it was time to (slowly) transition to his own room in the beautiful crib that his Nana and Pops bought him. When I put him down to sleep, I got a little tear in my eye, realizing that this little peanut is in fact growing each day. And that's when it dawned on me that while I'd still take an 18-year-old over a newborn, I wouldn't trade my little baby in for anything.
Keep sweeping, Martha
Watched The Beaver.
It's true. I have trouble with babies. I don't like to hold other people's babies; I'm not a person who does well with lots of loud noises (like crying for minutes on end); and I'm also a person who LOVES, LOVES, LOVES her sleep. But today I realized that even if babies aren't my thing, my baby is my thing.
Baby Beeton took his first nap in his "big boy" crib today. We've been keeping him in a bassinet in our room since he was born for both naps and nighttime slumber. But, he's getting very long (must get his height from his parents... um, no) and has almost outgrown the bassinet, so we thought it was time to (slowly) transition to his own room in the beautiful crib that his Nana and Pops bought him. When I put him down to sleep, I got a little tear in my eye, realizing that this little peanut is in fact growing each day. And that's when it dawned on me that while I'd still take an 18-year-old over a newborn, I wouldn't trade my little baby in for anything.
Keep sweeping, Martha
Watched The Beaver.
8.19.2011
going public
Mr. Beeton wisely informed me that in linking to my sister-in-law's blog in my last post that my anonymity would no longer be in tact. You may have probably guessed from reading this blog that my name isn't Martha Beeton (in fact, that's a nom de plume I came up with from two of my idols - Martha Stewart and Mrs. Beeton of the book of household management), my husband's name isn't Mr., my dog's name isn't Ella (shortened from Nigella, another domestic goddess), and my new baby's name isn't Baby. I suppose when I started this blog I was afraid of getting dooced, but then I quickly realized that aside from my occasional complaint about having too many papers to read I haven't really written anything controversial enough to get me fired from my job at The First President University. And, now that Baby Beeton is here and we're taking pictures left and right, I want to be able to post them without linking to my Flickr account. Like this one here...
Isn't it cute?
It's from our 48-hour stay in Ocean City, New Jersey where we spent some time visiting with my mom, dad, Auntie M, her Lord Boyfriend, my brother, his wife, and their darling Little M. We also got to see my Uncle T though, sadly, we missed visiting with my cousins from Maine because one of the kids had a bit of the stomach flu (we didn't think Baby Beeton could handle those germs right now). Though we didn't get to the beach (except to snap this shot), we did get to walk the boardwalk and pick up some salt water taffy from Shrivers.
Another highlight of our visit was Little M's love of Baby Beeton. You see, Little M is expecting a brother in September - for now nicknamed Baby Puddin' - so she was pleased as punch to be able to have a temporary little brother all to herself. She helped Baby Beeton take a bath; she read him stories; and she sweetly asked, "May I pat Baby Beeton on the head?" and "May I tickle Baby Beeton?" She's going to be a great big sister, and she's going to love her little brother just like I loved her dad - my little brother - when he was born. I hope they have as much fun playing pretend as we did (cue the Monkees soundtrack here).
Keep sweeping, Martha
Isn't it cute?
It's from our 48-hour stay in Ocean City, New Jersey where we spent some time visiting with my mom, dad, Auntie M, her Lord Boyfriend, my brother, his wife, and their darling Little M. We also got to see my Uncle T though, sadly, we missed visiting with my cousins from Maine because one of the kids had a bit of the stomach flu (we didn't think Baby Beeton could handle those germs right now). Though we didn't get to the beach (except to snap this shot), we did get to walk the boardwalk and pick up some salt water taffy from Shrivers.
Another highlight of our visit was Little M's love of Baby Beeton. You see, Little M is expecting a brother in September - for now nicknamed Baby Puddin' - so she was pleased as punch to be able to have a temporary little brother all to herself. She helped Baby Beeton take a bath; she read him stories; and she sweetly asked, "May I pat Baby Beeton on the head?" and "May I tickle Baby Beeton?" She's going to be a great big sister, and she's going to love her little brother just like I loved her dad - my little brother - when he was born. I hope they have as much fun playing pretend as we did (cue the Monkees soundtrack here).
Keep sweeping, Martha
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8.08.2011
road trip
The last weekend in July, we traveled out to Chicago to celebrate a milestone for another Baby B - our nephew who was born about a month before Baby Beeton. Many people thought we were crazy for driving out to Illinois; after all, the trip is ten hours. But since Ella has serious separation anxiety, we thought it best to opt for our own little National Lampoon's vacation rather than head to the airport.
Mr. Beeton, Baby Beeton, Ella, and I headed out on Thursday morning, staying at our friend's house in Cleveland on the way out and back. Honorary Uncle P was in Ireland for ten days, so his townhouse in Ohio City was all ours. On the way out, we arrived on Thursday night, grilled steaks, rested, and got up the next day, heading to the West Side Market for lunch. That night, we drove to Cold Water, Michigan where we stayed at a lovely Red Roof Inn and enjoyed Applebee's Curbside To Go. Finally, on Saturday afternoon, we arrived in downtown Chicago, settled in, later meeting up with family for a barbecue. Sunday we celebrated Baby B's big day and relaxed with family that evening. Then, on Monday, it was back to Cleveland and then home to D.C. the next day. My sister-in-law recorded the whole weekend in her blog post "Holy Weekend" - it's complete with adorable pictures of all the cousins who attended.
I have to admit that aside from the Peach Snapps wine coolers from the Walmart in Cold Water, the three egg sandwiches I ate over the course of the weekend (two from Panera and one from Frasca), and Ella's walk down Michigan Avenue, a definite highlight of the weekend were the delicious salads from Whole Foods that we had at the barbecue. In particular, Mr. Beeton and I were taken with an orzo salad - so much so that when we came home we reproduced it in our own kitchen. Scrumptous. And even better the next day.
Greek Orzo Salad
Keep sweeping, Martha
Mr. Beeton, Baby Beeton, Ella, and I headed out on Thursday morning, staying at our friend's house in Cleveland on the way out and back. Honorary Uncle P was in Ireland for ten days, so his townhouse in Ohio City was all ours. On the way out, we arrived on Thursday night, grilled steaks, rested, and got up the next day, heading to the West Side Market for lunch. That night, we drove to Cold Water, Michigan where we stayed at a lovely Red Roof Inn and enjoyed Applebee's Curbside To Go. Finally, on Saturday afternoon, we arrived in downtown Chicago, settled in, later meeting up with family for a barbecue. Sunday we celebrated Baby B's big day and relaxed with family that evening. Then, on Monday, it was back to Cleveland and then home to D.C. the next day. My sister-in-law recorded the whole weekend in her blog post "Holy Weekend" - it's complete with adorable pictures of all the cousins who attended.
I have to admit that aside from the Peach Snapps wine coolers from the Walmart in Cold Water, the three egg sandwiches I ate over the course of the weekend (two from Panera and one from Frasca), and Ella's walk down Michigan Avenue, a definite highlight of the weekend were the delicious salads from Whole Foods that we had at the barbecue. In particular, Mr. Beeton and I were taken with an orzo salad - so much so that when we came home we reproduced it in our own kitchen. Scrumptous. And even better the next day.
Greek Orzo Salad
- Make as much orzo as you like.
- Saute spinach with a little garlic.
- Drain orzo. Add spinach, feta cheese, black and green olives.
- Dress with some olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
- Enjoy.
Keep sweeping, Martha
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8.06.2011
kitchen confidential
8.04.2011
you're never fully dressed
It's amazing the difference a smile can make.
Things around the Beeton household of late have been less than ideal. Our little man really threw our carefully crafted life into a tailspin. We were warned, I know. And, we thought we were prepared. But, we've learned you can never really prepare for the chaos that a crying little prince can bring (you may have read about the havoc in a prematurely published post if you have Google reader... my apologies... "Schooling the Bad Parent" had not been properly polished before I hit publish).
But then, something miraculous happened. We got a smile. A full on, gummy little smile. And the world changed. All of the sudden parenting wasn't just 2 am feedings, crying jags, and dirty diapers.
Don't get me wrong. Not every day is great. And most days are pretty darn hard. But, a smile and a coo can make all the difference on even the most difficult of days.
Keep sweeping, Martha
Watching Season Two: Modern Family.
Things around the Beeton household of late have been less than ideal. Our little man really threw our carefully crafted life into a tailspin. We were warned, I know. And, we thought we were prepared. But, we've learned you can never really prepare for the chaos that a crying little prince can bring (you may have read about the havoc in a prematurely published post if you have Google reader... my apologies... "Schooling the Bad Parent" had not been properly polished before I hit publish).
But then, something miraculous happened. We got a smile. A full on, gummy little smile. And the world changed. All of the sudden parenting wasn't just 2 am feedings, crying jags, and dirty diapers.
Don't get me wrong. Not every day is great. And most days are pretty darn hard. But, a smile and a coo can make all the difference on even the most difficult of days.
Keep sweeping, Martha
Watching Season Two: Modern Family.
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