Momma's new do!

I followed fellow blogger Katie's lead, and decided to cut off my tresses and donate them. I'd been thinking about doing this for a while, and Timmy grabbing onto my ponytail as I was nursing was the final impetus.

So.....Before:



And after:



It was such a strange feeling having all that hair cut off, but I didn't feel as bad about it as I thought I might. The only thing that gave me pause is that Ant loves holding onto my ponytail, "holding mommy's pony!", and it actually helps calm him down sometimes. But it was time for a haircut, and it will grow again. And I get to help a worthy cause!

Three weeks!

I cannot believe that it's been over three weeks since T was born. The last few weeks of my pregnancy seemed to drag so much, then it's just been a blink of an eye since. I guess that's what happens when you are on the go about 20/7!

The other thing I couldn't believe is when I popped Timmy on the scale today, and he was 9.96 pounds after he ate (and including clothes and diaper - so probably 9.5 pounds of baby). More than two pounds up from his birthweight already.

Pretend play

I have heard lots of stories of kids pretending to do "mommy" things when a new baby enters the picture. My sister regaled me with a tale of her daughter taking out the breast pump, putting it on her belly button, and saying she was pumping to feed the baby.

Tonight it was our turn. As I was getting Ant ready for bed, he ran into Timmy's room and hopped up on the bed I'm sleeping in for now. Moved over to the side where I nurse Timmy, propped up the cushions, and put the boppy around himself, "wike Mommy!".

Then he grabbed one of the nursing pads, and put it on his belly, saying "put on nursing pad". He hung onto the nursing pad as I changed his diaper, then when I pulled off his shirt, he moved it up to his nipple, "nursing pad on nipple". When I pulled on his pajamas (the sleeper kind with feet), he kept the nursing pad in place - and when it slid down inside the pj's after he was running around a bit, asked me very nicely to put it back.

The kicker was when he walked up to Timmy, who was hanging out in the swing, and said, "Timofy, I have a nursing pad on, so you can't eat!"

Big Brother

Ant has been amazing since Timmy was born. So much better than I was expecting, and honestly, even better than I was hoping for. He has been very gentle with his brother, he’ll often pat him on the head and say, “It’s okay Timofy”. He has never been physically violent in the least. He’s quite solicitous, letting me know, “baby needs to eat”, or "Timofy needs food" when T starts crying.

And when Ant wants some time with either Mark or me, he has been incredibly good about just asking – “Can I have Mommy/Daddy?” or, “Mommy, can you take the baby from Daddy?” or vice versa.

He does like to take things away from Timmy; if I prop up a book for him to look at, or a stuffed animal. “Take aminal from Timofy.” “Take binky from Timofy” (which I’ve said is not okay, and hasn’t actually happened). This is often followed by "No No Timofy!", which I find amusing at the moment although it may not always be so. I had Timmy on the gymini the other day, and Ant said, “Take gymini away from Timofy.” When I said that he couldn’t take it right then because Timmy was using it, but he could take it away when T was done, he didn’t seem to have a problem with that – rather went and lay down on the gymini next to T, which I thought was really sweet. So it seems as long as I provide a reason, or an outlet, that it is okay if T uses things.

We’ve also had some spontaneous hugs / kisses from time to time, also quite sweet. The other thing I find quite endearing is that we're not allowed to call Timmy anything but Timothy - if we say Timmy or Tim, Ant will say quite emphatically, "TIMOFY!"

Ant has quite emphatically said that he doesn’t want to share with Timmy, which I think is only to be expected. The one thing he said he would share was the Elmo car – which happened to be at my in-laws house. They’re convinced that he was saying that just so the car would come to our house. Which it did. I think that as we get Timmy his own toys (which do happen to be ones that Ant used to have, but I don’t think he necessarily remembers them), that sharing won’t be as much of an issue.

The only problem we’ve had, which may or may not be related to the new baby (although I’m guessing it is), is full blown tantrums. I had posted before about the start of tantrums – those were *nothing*. We’ve now had 5 minute plus screaming fits, “I don’t want to go upstairs! Want to wide twicycle! Don’t want to wear hewmet! Go outside! Not upstairs! Wide twicycle!....” and on and on. Or, tonight at bedtime, “It’s not bedtime! Want to stay downstairs! Not time for pajamas! WWWwWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH! Don’t want to wear pajamas!” It is often quite hard to stop oneself from laughing.

Actually, the other thing that has been a little hard on me is that Ant is definitely a Daddy’s boy at the moment. Two or three days after we got home, he actually called for ME first thing in the morning, and I was quite happy to jump out of bed and go to him. Only to have him scream at me, “NO Mommy. Go away! Want Daddy!!!! Daddyyyyyy!”. He also has been less happy to have Daddy hold the baby than me. It does seem to be getting a little better in recent days though, today in particular he was quite cuddly with me, and kept running up and hugging my legs while I was standing holding Timmy.

All in all, I have been pleasantly surprised and pleased by how all this is gone. And I’m really hoping that it continues in this vein!