Archive for September, 2007

What’s Up With Me

A few things I’ve been up to lately:

  • Went to my 2 week check-up at the doctor. I’ve got a little dry nick on my butt crack but otherwise all is well. I’m now at 6lbs 12oz and 21″. I grew a whole inch in 17 days.
  • I’ve had gas — burps, explosive poop, overall not feeling so well. Everyone (except maybe Mom) has been good about patting me and helping the gas pass. Grandma has an exceptionally strong whack and tends to get the gas out quickly.
  • My lungs are awesome! I let out a super loud and sharp cry in the middle of the night. It made Mom and Dad’s heart race and jump out of bed. hahahaha
  • Opening up presents. My adoring fans keep sending gifts. Man, am I lucky or what.
  • Taking baths. They really calm me down. The other day, I was so relaxed after my bath that I did some crazy poops while bundled up in the towel. It was fabulous just to see Dad’s reaction. And, it scored me another bath. I really enjoy soaking my butt.
  • Going all Houdini and breaking out of my swaddle — I’m really good at getting my arms out, though once they’re out, I don’t know what to do with them yet. Maybe I can get a job as a ref in football. Score!


Week 1 Report

I’m only 9-1/2 days old, and already I feel guilty for not posting frequently. But hey, it’s been a busy week. I’ve had visitors every day… folks are lining up and clamoring to get a hold of me. Literally. I’ve been passed around to at least a dozen people so far. My adoring fans lean in close and spray me with their oohs and aahs. I fake sleep through this whole process so that: a) spit spray is kept out of my eyes, b) folks will get bored with me and pass me onto someone else, and c) people won’t get too over-stimulated — if they are that nuts over a sleeping version of me, I can’t imagine how they’d be able to cope with an adorably charming awake version of me!

Here are some pics from my first washing the other night. I was getting a little stinky, so grandma and my parents had to hose me down.


Hands up, baby, hands up…


Yo, this ain’t no party — I’m cold!


I just passed a big ass fart. Ha, cleaning fiends foiled again!

Oh yeah, a big thank you to all my fans out there. Your outpouring of love, emails and presents are super appreciated. Mmm-wah! Kisses.

Am I Hot or Not?

Madison - Day 4

Here I am on day 4 of my life. I imagine more pics will be coming, since I still can’t seem to shake the paparazzi.

Head Towards The Light

Today I finally got to come out and play! I have to say it wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be though, since as soon as I made it out of Mom’s tummy some person with rubber gloves and a mask grabbed me, tagged me and bagged me. I felt like I had been abducted by aliens!

Luckily Mom and I finally got to meet face to face right after the weirdo with the mask wrapped me in a snuggly blankie. Mom was smiling and happy to see me and kept calling me a good girl while Dad hovered around like a startled bird wondering what he could do to help me or Mom. Ha, he’s so stupid! It’s going to be a lot of fun to wrap him around my finger and make him buy me things to keep me happy.

Oh, and someone said I weighed 7lbs and 3 ounces and was 20 inches long, whatever all that means. All I know is that Dad was thrilled that I had 10 fingers, 10 toes and that I didn’t have any webbing between them. I think he thought he was being funny. Well, just wait until I turn 16 and make him buy me my first car so I can go to the prom with that boy he doesn’t approve of. Then we’ll see who’s laughing. Stupid Dad.


Today I had a growth sonogram and yet another non-stress test. I “weighed” in at 6lbs 12 oz. The lady took a bunch of body part measurements, and then was able to guesstimate the weight from that. Every time we go for a sonogram, Mom asks if my head size seems big or regular. Apparently, she’s got a pretty big noggin and Dad has a smaller head. Hey Mom — even if my head is smaller, it’s still going to hurt you when I come out!

I almost foiled them again for the non-stress test. Conveniently, I was sleeping when I needed to be awake. The lady buzzed me, but ha-ha, that doesn’t wake me up. Mom tried to be smart and slipped a lil chocolate to wake me up. But… she ended up accidentally choking on it and knocked the heart rate monitor thingie off, so they couldn’t record my heartbeat for a few minutes. Spazz!

Daddy’s home!

Nice surprise last night. Dad pulled an Amazing Race and came home early from Copenhagen. Mom was super caught off guard, and super happy. Now that those worrywarts are all relieved, I guess I can continue to screw with them and just not come out for awhile. :)


Mucus plug (sounds gross!) just fell out. No blood or contractions, so hopefully this just means that labor is imminent but not that imminent. Mom’s trying to be all cool and collected, but why is she now wide awake? Crap.

House Arrest

All plans are off for this weekend. Paranoid mama is keeping movement to a minimum and staying put in the apartment. We’ll see how long that will last, as she’s prone to cabin fever. Especially when it’s sunny, breezy and a cool 78 degrees outside.

I kicked around a lot this afternoon. It’s fun to stretch and try to make mom’s belly lopsided and square and wavy. Plus it makes her talk to me more. “Whatcha doing baby?” “Stay inside baby.” “Don’t come out just yet, hope you’re just practicing.” “Save some of that strength for when you’re kicking your way out.” “Wait for Dad to come home! Just 2 more days!” It’s fun to mess with her. Little did she know, I was just hungry and ringing the food bell. *sigh* She’s not too swift — we have quite a bit of training left to do.