The Brody Blog

You Down With O.P.P.?

(O.P.P.= Other People's Poop. A little throw back to Naughty by Nature.)

Ever notice how once you have a baby, your entire world revolves around your baby's poop?

Brody has pooping problems. Obsessing over it is my full-time job. He's either pooping too much or not pooping at all. I plan my day around when I think Brody will poop. Ridiculous, you exclaim? (I heard you.) You've obviously never been around my kid when he's trying to lay The Deuce.

There is much weeping, wailing, and knashing of teeth. (And that's just mommy!)

Seriously, it's the funniest thing I've ever seen. He turns purple, lets out these big "Guhhhhhh" grunting noises (which is why my mom thinks he's saying her name), and  makes funny smiley faces.

So,without further ado, I present "The Many Faces of Pooping."

(My kid is so going to need therapy when he grows up...)

Brody & Bailey

Here's a picture of Brody in his Easter outfit. We couldn't get him to wake up to take pictures. Little stinker.

And cousin Bailey, she's 19 months old. Aren't those the cutest pigtails ever?

Greetings from the Keester Bunny!

Happy Easter!

(I never  claimed to be an artist.)

Sleep... Sweet Sleep!

Last night, Brody slept from 8:00 p.m. until 4:30 a.m. Yeehaw! (Too bad both Brent and I were awake until 1:00 a.m. because we kept going in to check on him.) After his 4:30 snack, he slept for another 2 1/2 hours.

I feel like a new woman.

Ahhh... Motherhood

This afternoon, I was holding a sleeping Brody in my arms. I thought to myself, "How cute is it that he even smiles in his sleep?!"

Not so fast. Turns out he was taking a ginormous (that's giganticly enormous) poop. The kind that leaks out the diaper, on to mom's last clean pair of pants.

Yikes! Stripes!

Three Month Milestones

"Man, what happened last night? And where are my pants?"

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Brody is three months old today. It's such a cliche, but where does the time go? I contemplated writing another nauseatingly mushy entry, but decided against it. Instead, I'm going to write about his milestones and accomplishments the last three months.

• Outgrown all of his 0-3 month clothing, except for a few pairs of pants. All of his 3-6 month stuff fits lengthwise, but width-wise is another story. He's so skinny. At 13 lbs and 25.5", our kid is a string bean.
• Still wearing Huggies Supreme size 1 diapers. We tried size 2's, and you could wrap the tabs around him twice. Again, our kid is a string bean.
• Rolled from back to front. Once. I think it was an accident, but hey, it still counts.
• Eats between 6-8 ounces of formula every 3-5 hours. One night he went 7.5 hours. That's right... seven and a half hours. We kept checking to make sure he wasn't dead.
• Talks, coos, laughs- all kinds of cute baby noises. He'll turn his head and look at you if you call him "Peepers", but not if you call him Brody. Go figure.
• He's more or less on a schedule. (Rather, mommy is on a schedule.) He wakes between 6 & 7 a.m, eats, and naps until 8-ish. He works on pooping for a couple hours, and usually succeeds around 10 a.m. Eats again, then it's bath time (either in the kitchen sink or with mommy). Naps again from 1-3 p.m. while mom races around frantically trying to make beds, shower, clean up the bath mess, do laundry, clean the house, etc. Eats again around 4 p.m., and transforms into Satan's man servant for 2 hours until Dad gets home. Then he's all smiles and laughs. Eats between 7-8 p.m., sleeps until midnight or 1 a.m., eats again, sleeps until 3 a.m. Lather, rinse, repeat.
• Figured out that if he thrashes around enough in his crib, his aquarium mobile will go off. Over and over again. (It's quite endearing at 4:30 a.m. Really.)

And now, for a preview of coming attractions:

• Teeth. Judging by the amount of drool, whining, and binkie-chewing going on, I'm thinking it'll be any day now. (Please, let it be any day now. Make the whining stop.)
• Total control of the giant noggin.
• Our (Brody &I) first trip away together. We're going to Washington in May to visit Brent's parents. I'm already having high anxiety about flying alone with Brody. I'm picturing a full flight with no extra seat for Brody, a meltdown of epic proportions (whether it's Brody or I remains to be seen), and a Poopapalooza repeat. In my lap. (No first-flight horror stories, please.)

New Tricks!

Brody rolled from his back to his tummy for the first time today! I laid him down for a minute so I could switch out the laundry, and when I came back, he was on his tummy!

He and I took a bath together this morning- he loves being in the big tub! He lays on my legs, moves his like a frog, and splashes with his hands. It's so cute!

I would have taken pictures, but well, let's face it, no one wants to see my doughy, unshaven legs (or anything else for that matter.)

Instead, you'll have to settle for a picture of him wrapped up in his towel. I know, I know... try and hide your disappointment.

Oh, and P.S.- Brody slept from 11:00 p.m. til 6:00 a.m. last night! Whoohooo!

Brody & Max

Brody & his buddy, Max. He was due on January 31st as well, but arrived on New Year's Day instead!

Happy, Happy Day!

Brody slept from 10:45 p.m. to 2:30 a.m. and again from 3:00 a.m. to 6:00 a.m. last night! In his crib. Alone.

Then he napped from 7:15 a.m. til 8:45 a.m.

Yes, it's a far cry from sleeping through the night, but this is huge for us.

He's 12 weeks old today!