I’ve finally come up a great money-making blog idea. It will be all about insanely adorable baby photos. Sort of like Cute Overload, Daily Puppy, or Hitler Cats .
Ok, so send me the cutest baby photo you can find, and I’ll post them.
I’ll call it “I’ll Be the Judge of That.”
It’s been a while, I know. What is it now, July, almost August? And only now have I found myself with enough idle time on a Sunday morning to revive my yet-to-be-named MomBlog.
T-Bone is now 6 months old. Six months and two weeks to be exact, but we’ve stopped counting in weeks. Not that the weeks don’t make a difference, because they do.
In the two weeks since she turned 6 months she’s starting sitting up. Two weeks ago she was gagging red-faced on bananas. Now she’s smiling while she smears and actually swallows her bananas.
Work is still a distraction from Life with T-Bone. I don’t think this is any way to live — a full time job with an infant just does not work.
Anyway, let’s quickly recap the last three months. Since April 1…..
T-Bone became a crib napper. We hired Maggie, our nanny. Maggie learned the T-Bone routine which made Mom very very happy. T-Bone became a bottle drinker. She went from 2-3 oz per bottle up to almost 8 oz per bottle now.
I pumped at work. T-Bone was fed exclusively on breast milk until her 6 month birthday (July 16th), when we introduced formula and I had a mini-break down over it. I felt useless for about thirty seconds until I realized I have a bazillion other ways to be useful to Tess. I stopped pumping at work!
About a week and a half ago T-Bone got Coxsackie (along with half of the infants in New York City). We took our first rectal temperature. We took another rectal temperature, we took another and another and another until Dad accused me of enjoying it.
T-Bone tasted rice cereal and was not impressed. T-Bone tasted oatmeal and ate way too much, got sick and didn’t touch it again for three weeks. T-Bone tried banana and the world was never the same again. T-Bone eats avocado and banana in her Sassy Teether-Feeder and thinks she’s a big girl.
T-Bone learned to sit up. When she’s not sitting up she enjoys using her incredible thigh muscles (thank you exersaucer) to bounce like a jumping bean.
The dropped pumping sessions have apparently jump started Mom’s “system” and the result is not pretty.
I came back to revive my MomBlog and in my Drafts I found this title, along with the following line:
sleep chasing. best advice, get started as soon as possible.
I wrote that back in early April, and I still feel like we’re sleep chasing. Only this last week do I feel like we’ve “caught up” with sleep. And yes, the advice still holds true. Use the two-hour rule as early as possible. We look at video and photos from when T-Bone was a newborn and we laugh at ourselves - why are we holding that sleeping baby?!!!
I’m feeling out new blog names. I thought I found a good on in “My Mom’s Blog.” T-Bone would introduce me on her blog, super cute, yadda yadda. But apparently 80 year old Millie beat me to it. The young Millie looks strikingly like my own mother, but that’s another tangent for another day.
Then I threw around the expression “Mom of T-Bone,” but felt like there was something a little too Dr. Laura about that. But who am I kidding, it really is all about T-Bone. Right now I’m all about T-Bone, and being the Mom of T-Bone.
Mom of T-Bone.
M.O.T.
Bon mot. Pretentious?
Bon M.O.T. Better.
Le Bon M.O.T. Bad MOFO. M.O.T. Whatever. We’ll try it on for a while.
