Tuesday, September 30, 2008

A Boy And His Dog

Jacob: Has no idea what's going on.
Hunter: Would like Squally Thing off him if he's not allowed to lick him.

Monday, September 29, 2008


Hunter did quite well with the introduction of Squally Thing, as he likes to refer to Jacob. When we came home from the hospital, it was late at night and everyone was in bed. Hunter came out to greet us and he was quite interested in smelling me but he didn't notice the car seat right away. CS set the seat down and let Hunt come close. He got really still and intense, trying to get as close as possible. He was so focused that I was worried he was going to spazz out and bark in the Jacob's face. He didn't, but he might wish he had now.

The poor dog. He used to be such a parasite, following from room to room. Now he goes to bed on his own, usually before I do. He occasionally comes near me when I have the baby, but generally picks someone else to find affection. He even sits on the other side of the table when we have dinner, choosing to be close to Uncle Abe rather than me. Or he wanders around the kitchen, acting like he doesn't understand "lay down."

Oh, he must know I'm writing about him, as he just decided to come lay next to me. CS also has the baby, which could be the other thing.

However, he has done one very, very stupid thing. He ran away. Really, it's not his fault. Abe had him out in the garage while he worked on his bike and he didn't pay very close attention to Hunter and he decided to take the heck off. I'm not sure how long he was gone, Abe certainly doesn't know. I wandered out to see where he was and SURPRISE! Dog was gone. We called for him, and everyone but me went off to search. CS found him down the road about five minutes later. And boy did he smell good! Like skunk! And dead things! Hunt was so happy!

And then he got a bath. Oooh, bummer. But first we had to get pet wash. So he had to stay outside, where the flies thought he smelled good too. It reminded me of Pigpen from Peanuts.

So not only did he smell awful and earn himself a few nights outside, he also broke his tail. BROKE. TAIL. How does a dog break his tail? We'll never know. He was acting funny a day later, not sitting down normally and not wagging his tail. CS took him to the vet and they determined that he probably dislocated it and needed to have a shot, anti-biotics and pain pills. He's fine now, and that's good because I keep forgetting to give him his pills.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Brand New

My little boy is getting chubby cheeks. And chubby thighs. Delicious!

Jacob is doing well. He's nursing great now, although I still have Grand Canyon sized cracks in my nipples. He's sleeping at night, although we wake up every three hours to nurse. We have figured out how to nurse while laying down and that makes 3 AM a lot easier. Except in the morning when I notice that he has milk all over his forehead from when he unlatched and my nipple kept hitting him. Poor kid. I'm somewhat amazed that he does sleep in his crib because we hold the boy all day long. If CS wasn't home with us, then he would only be held half the time. But CS has him when I don't, so he's a tad bit spoiled in the Held While Sleeping department. And I usually tuck him into bed with me around the 5 AM feeding. So he sleeps alone from 9 PM to 4 AM. Not bad?

Luckily, he's not addicted to the pacifier at night time. And only sometimes during the day. I sure hate that thing, except when he won't stop crying unless he has it. Then it's a GREAT invention.

Cs and I are apparently Crazy New Parents because we are moving back to CO this weekend. As in ONE WEEK away. Yes, I know. I just had a baby. Yes, he does like to be held for the majority of the day. And we want to drive 12 hours to a new place. We have to move though. CS's doesn't have work here and he believes that he can get a job someplace close to home. We can't really afford to wait because my funds have run out. As much as I want to go home and be close to my mom, I'm having some regret that we must do this right now. I like my life in my own house with my own schedule and things. I don't really want to go live in the extra bedroom with a four week old baby and CS and my dog. I want my own house. I want my DVR and to plan my own meals. I guess it boils down to: I want to be an adult and how can I do that in my childhood home? As much as I loved having my mom here, and how sad I am that she had to leave, I still want to have my own place. But it's not my job to take care of that anymore. I have a new job. 24/7. And I think the chubby cheeks are worth it.

Hell, even the cracks are worth it.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

6 Days

Jacob Mitchell. 8 pounds, 2 ounces. 20.5 inches long. Born at 12:05 AM on Wednesday, September 3rd.