First Thanksgiving

Call me paranoid,call me any name in the book (I don't care) but I am never passing my son around ever again. He has his first cold and this might be the last straw before the anxiety medication is prescribed to me. Zachy had a great first Thanksgiving. We went to Aunt Blanche and Uncle Mark's on Thursday night for some amazing Turkey, green beans, potatoes and brisket. I am usually not a big fan of a big Thanksgiving feast but thanks to breastfeeding, I will eat anything these days and boy was the food good. (Thank you Aunt Blanche!) I was much better this time around the family. I think I let everyone in the room hold Zach. I even let Uncle Larry blow air in his face and laughed when Zach responded by spitting bubbles back at him. I did keep a watchful eye as any good mother would but I didn't follow everyone around like I did on Rosh Hashanah. Well, the little guy has so much mucus and saliva from teething in his nose and mouth, he keeps choking on it and gasping for air. It is so sad.

Josh and I went to my 10 year high school reunion on Friday night. I can not believe how 10 years has gone by so fast. My favorite line of the night was "Borenstein, you have a fu$%*n baby?" It was classic. I had a much better time than I ever thought I would. It was really great showing off Josh and pictures of Zach to everyone. It made me feel very thankful for my family. This of course includes my parents for being so wonderful... (had to throw a shout out to you in there).





The rest of the weekend was very relaxing, except of course for Zach repeatedly choking and giving everyone a heart attack. I guess I inherited my mother's nerves. It's just a runny nose ... what am I going to do when he jumps out his window and sneaks out of the house??? Oh wait, that was me...

Rice Cereal

And the fun begins...





He opened his mouth wide with every bite. It seemed like he was really enjoying it.

At his 4 month check up, he weighed 12 lbs 6oz, 25 inches.

Holding Things and Trying to Rollover

Recent Developments:

Zach loved my Starbucks coffee cup this morning. Don't worry, there was nothing in it.




He is trying so hard to rollover. He has done it a couple times now but is still trying to figure it out. He loves grabbing his feet and swaying from side to side.




He is also doing new tricks with his bottle. This is some good footage!

MARIA

Background: A woman named Maria comes to our house once a month to clean. We love Maria. We are considering asking her to quit her gig and be our nanny.

Here's what happened: Yesterday, I picked up Zach from day care at 12:30. I brought him home and waited for Randi to come home after doing some errends. Maria had cleaned our home earlier in the morning. Randi comes home, so I leave to go back to work. As I'm walking out, I look on the ground of our front porch and see the white clamp that was used for Zach's umbilical cord. I wondered why it was on the ground since it was kept on Zach's book shelf and we were saving it for a scrapbook or whatever. I went back in the house, told Randi, and she said, "Oh my god, Zach's penis." I immediately knew what she was talking about. (After Zach was circumsized, the doctor gave us his foreskin, which he wrapped in gauze and tape. The doctor told us to burry it in our backyard, which of course we have not got around to do. The penis was also being kept on Zach's book shelf. This piece of gauze would appear to be trash to anyone, especially to Maria). We dart to Zach's room, to the book shelf. The piece of gauze - Zach's penis - was gone. We could not believe that Maria would throw it out, but then we thought, it makes sense since it looked like trash. I called Maria - she does not know what I am talking about. I look in the trash - no dice. Just when we were about to give up, Randi finds the gauze/foreskin burried in one of Zach's book. We should probably bury it. Here some more pics.

Week 16.. I think

I get so confused. Zach will be 4 months on the 17th but he is already 16 weeks old. I just don't understand which timeline I should be going off of. Anyways, I anticipated it being quite a hard transition going back to work and dropping Zach off at daycare, so we started early. I'm not due back at work for another 6 weeks or so but we started taking Zach to his daycare for a few hours a day this week. If anyone can prescribe me some anxiety medication, I will gladly take it. I have turned into a blood shot eyed zombie looking mom.. I am such a mess it is almost funny. I am glad we are starting early.

Zach is turning into a little man. He has such a sweet personality. My favorite thing is walking in his room in the morning to see the joy in his face. He moves around in his crib like he has ants in his pants.. he is so excited.

His sleep schedule got very messed up Sunday and Monday when the time changed. We have made a huge breakthrough though the last two nights. We have fed Zach, read to him, put on his PJ's, rubbed his belly and put him in his crib before he starts whining and he is actually falling asleep on his own. We are so proud of him. Last night he did not wake up until 6 am. You may be thinking that Josh and I got a good nights sleep as well, but it was quite the opposite. Josh took two tylenol sleeps and had a glass of wine before he went to bed and woke up this morning feeling feeling worse and more groggy than he usually does. I woke up every hour on the hour, wondering when Zachy was going to wake up and to make sure he was still breathing.

He is grabbing toys and rattles literally out of my hands and of course trying to stick them in his mouth. And he is holding his head up amazingly well.

It's bitter sweet watching your baby grow. We are so excited when he hits all of his milestones but I get a small lump in my throat when I think of how fast he is growing.

I know, my blogs are usually funny. We'll get back to that next time.

Only 9 Trick or Treaters

So, I bugged Josh all week to pick up some candy. I asked him to come home early so we could "get ready" for Halloween. He made some Halloween brew (bud light with yellow and red food coloring, note: 3 drops of yellow and 2 drops of red makes a salmon color). We gave Zach a quick bath. I even put rollers in my hair and dressed up. It ended up being a Shayne family party. We only had nine trick or treaters and two of them were adults. They were probably in high school but Josh insisted they were adults. Honorable mention to the man that said "I like your legs..." Josh and I still have no idea which one of us he was talking to. I thought for sure we would get more action than that. I remember my trick or treating days. We would go out for hours up and down the streets of good 'ol Thousand Oaks. Josh reminded me that the kiddies probably got dropped off in the "rich part of Woodbridge," where the good candy is. I was a little sad. Zach looked like a little cutie but didn't love his hot dog costume.