Screw Tummy Time, We’ve Got Teen Mom

Well, she’s 3 months old. She went and left newborn-ness behind, and, hell, she’s as big as some one-year-olds (at least 16-17 lbs, I’m guessing). She’s 1/4 of the way through her first year, and I still feel like I’m trying to figure this whole “mother of 2″ thing out.

This is her "I'm suspicious of your mothering abilities" look... or her poop face.

Yeah, I have good days when I think I’m going to get a lot accomplished (and by “a lot” I mean getting dressed, brushing my teeth, tidying the house AND returning some emails), but most of the time they go to hell by 3 in the afternoon when I’m so completely wiped out that I’m forced to nap, thus sucking any remaining productivity from my body.

It's hard work making babies smile all day.

There’s so much different this time around, and lately I’ve been feeling a little shitty about not being as involved with Leyna as I was with Kendall. Tummy time? It almost never happens. Mainly because I can’t just leave her laying on the floor while I try to get other things done. She spends a lot of time in the car, at the grocery store, running errands. I don’t have the luxury of just sitting around the house with her all day, dangling shiny things in front of her to entice her to reach with purpose and roll over.

This one time, though, she did to tummy time, and I totally had to document that shiz for my Mother Of The Year application.

I haven’t cracked open a single book about baby development since she was born. I have no freaking clue if she’s hitting her milestones… at least not according to the books. According to ME, she’s golden.  She’s smiling and pulling my hair out and hitting my boobs with her little fists when she breastfeeds. How many dirty and wet diapers? Oh hell if I know. Enough to equal a load of diapers every other day. Sounds pretty normal to me. And while I’ll have no idea how many times a day she eats when the pediatrician asks me next month, and I’ll probably just pull a random number out of my ass, she’s clearly eating enough.

The leg chub. I die. But really, I think those leggings might be cutting off her circulation.

Okay, so maybe we aren’t working on the “traditional” goals for a 3 month old you’d find in What To Expect The First Year, but it doesn’t mean she’s missing out on early enrichment. For one, she LOVES to watch HGTV, DIY Network and (her favorite!) Nate Berkus with me. Not lying, folks. This girl lives for a good home improvement show. I see a bright future for her as an interior designer, landscaper or architect. See? A little early career prep.

"Now THAT is a great idea for throw pillows!" For real, she is watching Nate Berkus from the comfort of her hand-me-down Bumbo in this.

She also enjoys watching Teen Mom with me, and I take every opportunity to point out to her that all actions have a consequence, that 90% of 16 year old boys are giant douche bags, and that mommy would, of course, be supportive of her if she chose to become a nun… or a lesbian.

I may remember life before her, but I can’t imagine it without her. And though I may not be able to devote 100% of my time to her, like I did with Kendall, I give her 100% of my heart… all the while simultaneously giving Kendall 100% of my heart. The heart is fucking awesome like that.

Kendall is ridiculously close to turning 3 (like a month shy), and Leyna is 3 months and 1 day old.

 

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Am I a slacker or just in need of a digital solution?

Not much makes me feel worse as a mom than looking at the EMPTY baby book sitting in our office. It’s a gorgeous book, and it sits blank, silently whispering to me, “you SUCK”. I’ve tried to fill it out, I have. But, as I’m sure you can imagine, it’s really hard to reach into those cobwebs of my brain and retrieve parts of the hard drive I’ve purposely erased.

I filled a little bit out before Kendall was born, even took it to the hospital with us and had his little feet stamped in it. Then it got shuffled aside for the next three months while I dealt with the demon known as colic, a super shitty recovery, and a move halfway across the country. The next time I sat down to fill it out I got stumped within 5 minutes.

“The price of gas the day you were born was ______.”

Uhm, what? Now, I don’t know about you, but I sure as HELL was not checking out the price of gas on my way to the hospital.

Then it wanted to know things like the first time he rolled over, and all the stats from his previous appointments. I quickly became overwhelmed.  A lot can get away from you in the first foggy three months of a newborn’s life. To be honest, we weren’t good at documenting anything from that time.  We have a slew of newborn pictures from when he was still in the hospital taken by The Regetis (which I put together in this super sweet slideshow right before Kendall turned one), a couple taken by my mom when we got home, then nothing… no documentation for about two months, with the exception of the crazy week I spent house hunting in TX when Kendall was about a month old.

It makes me sad. He changed SO MUCH during that short amount of time and I didn’t do anything to preserve that.  Ninety percent of my memories from that time include a lot of screaming and crying (from the both of us), itchy rashes, fevers, puke, sleep deprivation and a touch of hysteria.

A couple months ago I suddenly remembered a long lost video we uploaded to YouTube of Kendall doing tummy time. I think he was a few weeks old. It warmed my heart and I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten about it. I’m going to share it here because I’m feeling all sappy and sentimental. It’s just 2 minutes of boring, adorable tummy time. Nothing special.

It’s so funny, he still makes those same faces and noises.

Okay, back to the baby book. I gave up. I didn’t know what the #1 movie was, didn’t know the gas prices, couldn’t remember the first time he rolled over. I kept putting it off and putting it off until it just all piled up. After nearly a year had gone by and I realized I’d never remember things like the order that his teeth came in or when he sat up unassisted for the first time,  I just stuffed the baby book on a lonely shelf in the office and walked away.

The thing is, I’m not a pen to paper person anymore. I’m quick to jot notes and emails on the laptop, can upload pictures to Facebook in a flash, but I just don’t do well physically writing things down anymore (and let me tell you, my handwriting suffers because of it).

I met Sherri from MyDigiTimeCapsule.com about a year ago on Twitter. She sponsored a giveaway here and donated to my Team In Training fundraiser by giving away a couple My Pregnancy Digi Time Capsules, a digital pregnancy journal housed in a stylish USB. When she asked me to try out her latest product, the My Baby Book Digi Time Capsule, I was thrilled! I’m a digital girl, obviously, and spend much more time on my computer than scrapbooking or pasting pictures in an album. I was so excited at the prospect of this device becoming the perfect “baby book” for me.

Granted, I got it when Kendall was 18 months old already, and I still don’t remember all that stuff, but there’s something very different about skipping the questions I don’t know on this software. It’s not the same feeling of “slacker” as leaving entire pages blank.

There are so many amazing features. You can add pictures, video and audio and even create your own slideshows set to music. Along with the traditional stuff like baby’s medical history and vaccine schedule, and all about mom and dad, you can also write letters to your child for the future. My favorite feature, though, has to be the family tree. You can upload pictures of each member of the family, input information about them and organize it into a digital family tree.

Now, it does make me sad that it’s not Mac compatible. I can only use it on our PC desktop, which could possibly go up in flames someday. So if you’re a Mac only household, you’re out of luck. If, however, you’re a PC, I really do recommend it. Even if you plan on keeping a traditional book, it can’t hurt to have this beauty (and it really is beautiful and comes in several styles) hanging from your keychain. You can quickly record memories while at work or just in between Facebook status updates.

Depending on which version you want, it’s anywhere from $29.95 to $51.50.

Sherri would also like to give one to a lucky reader, so comment below telling me that I’m not a slacker. Just kidding! ; P  But really, take a look at MyDigiTimeCapsule.com and tell me what your favorite feature is below. You can also get a second entry by tweeting about this contest. Make sure you use @BabyRabies and @Digitimecapsule in the tweet and comment here letting me know you did. I’ll use Random.org to draw a winner next Thursday, the 14th.

OH! And get this, I don’t even have very many pictures printed out. That is my biggest goal for this year. I want to get a solid photo album done by the time his second birthday comes around. It is really sad how much of my life lives on a computer. Must retrieve memories from the digital world.

Kendall is 20 months and some change, and don’t tell me this blog is his “baby book”. This blog will undoubtedly be the topic of many hours of therapy.

This post was sponsored by MyDigiTimeCapsule.com, who sent me the My Baby Book Digi Time Capsule to try for free.

Contest is closed. The winner is Teri with comment #11, as chosen by Random.org. Congrats!

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