One, I've been doing lots of family-ish things, and they've been keeping me a little pre-occupied.
Two, I haven't been taking many photos, so I haven't been posting, because I feel like there's not much to post about.
And three, I've been feeling unmotivated when it comes to posting on here, mostly because I feel like people barely ever read it, and that it's not really worth the effort it takes in my too-seldom spare time to post, when I could be writing in my journal. I know there ARE people who read it, but...I don't know.
I'm not fishing for comments or anything (REALLY!) but when I post some posts that don't get ANY comments, it's a bit of a downer. Like, is there anyone there? Is my blog filling its purpose of keeping people informed as to what's going on in our lives? Do I WANT to keep up the energy informing people, when I could be keeping a more personal and meaningful record in my written journal? What is the point of it all?
You, reader. Are you reading my blog? Who are you? Where did you come from? Do I know you in real life? Or in blog life? Am I talking to cyber-space?
**sigh** (that wasn't just a cyber-sigh, that was for reals)
Anyway, enough whining, and onward! The show must go on, and I really did come on here with the purpose of writing an update. But first, because they cheer me up like nothing else, some pictures of the handsome mister I call Eli.
Killer smile. The greatest was when he was fine, went to Matt's mum for a whole split-second before he started crying, was passed back to me, turned to Matt's mum, smiled, and then chuckled. Like, "heh, I've got you all trained, and it's only been 3 1/2 months!"
A not-so-great photo of me, but a cute one of my grand-dad and Eli. I couldn't get one where we were all looking at the camera, so you can't see the whole 4-generations (minus my dad) of the same eyes, but it's there, trust me on this one. My grand-dad is so cute. He's very English, and half the time I needed him to repeat what he was saying before I could process it in time. I felt bad! I felt like I SHOULD know what he's saying, but it went right over my head.
Elijah's first bonfire ever! We bundled him up one mild Monday evening and went to Matt's parent's for a bonfire with mum, dad, Rob, Kira, Aaron, Rachelle and Terrah. I of course worried the whole evening that he wasn't warm enough, or at least until he was bundled in 2 blankets and asleep in my arms in front of the fire. We had such a nice time, although it wasn't quite complete. It never really is when we're all gathered together and Joel and Heidi aren't there.
Cute photo of the two of them, right before Terrah started sucking Elijah's face. Apparently skin makes her hungry! Nom nom nom nom...
Okay, so they're not all of Eli, but she's so darn cute and pretty, I couldn't help myself. Check out those bright bright eyes!
How can you say 'no' to a face like that?
(and I'm sure there's some yuk-yuk out there who'd love to leave a comment saying, "no" just because they think it's terribly funny, but really. He's only 4 months old. You're not supposed to say no to them yet! And it really wouldn't be that funny anyway. Just so you know. ;)
I'm kinda impressed with myself for taking this photo. I can't take all the credit, Elijah is the one who likes to contort himself into all sorts of funny positions, but I'm so glad I caught it on camera. I love him to bits, and have taken to chomping on his arm. I see what people mean about a baby being so cute you could eat them! The greatest part of it, though, is that Elijah loves being bitten (gently of course, although the harder you chomp the happier he is) and it's one of the few ways we can get him to laugh.
And what post of baby photos would be truly complete without one of delicious baby feet?
There. I feel better now. He makes me so happy.
So, on to the update. I'm going to talk all taboo here for a moment, and yes, it involves poop.
When I got my wisdom tooth out last Monday I had to eat liquids for a few days, which meant getting fibre was difficult, if not impossible. That affected Eli, resulting in an entire WEEK of not pooping! So I brought him to the doctor this past Monday, was told to have him drink some water out of a bottle (totally doesn't know what to do with the bottle. Prefers chewing on the end rather than sucking.) and I was also prescribed some glycerine suppositories. For him. NOT me. Ha.
(AH, aside. Funny moment today: when Matthew went on about the suppository and how it was probably the device that puts it in his bum that made him cry, and then the look on his face when I told him (twice, because he didn't understand at first) that there WAS no device. You just stick it in. On your own. Ahhhh, the laughter when he clued in! And ohhhh the things I do for that little boy! I'm sure some day I'll even be impervious to boogers, but that day has not yet come.)
Anyway, he made good use of the suppository, but then nothing again until yesterday. And the reason I'm writing about this is, I never thought I would be so ridiculously happy for a poopy diaper! And when he pooped on his own again today, there was cheering. And maybe a little bragging. And if he'd only open that fist of his, there'd have been high-fiving too.
So anyway, at the doctor's last Monday he was weighed and measured for length. At his 2-month appointment he weighed 12 lb's 3 oz and 24.5-25" long. Monday, just 2 months later, he weighed 14 lb 15 oz (so over 2.5 lb's weight gain, which is not bad) and...are you ready for this? 28". Yes, you read that right. 28. 2. 8.
Now, some people don't get how big that is. It's 97th percentile, meaning he's longer than 97% of 4-month olds, and that was at 3.5 months. Oh, and the best part of all (yes, that was a bit of sarcasm) is that his carseat only goes to 29", so in another inch and a bit he'll be too big. At four flipping months!!! I knew Glanfields were tall, but THIS tall? As a baby? So we're probably going to buy a 3-in-1 carseat instead that will grow with him and save the rear-facing (once he's out of it) for hopefully-someday-baby#2. But really, this was supposed to last him a year.
He's doing so well though. He has discovered his hands and is carefully grabbing for things, though it's more experimental right now. So cute to watch. He rolls over occasionally from front to back and twists onto his side when he's on his back but has not yet rolled the other way. He twists onto his side and sleeps that way. And yes, he's still in the bedroom with us. I just don't feel ready putting him alone in his bedroom yet.
I don't know what else to update on on the Elijah front. What's new with Matt and I...
Not much really. My life, at least, revolves around Elijah, and looking after him. He's been sleeping through the night really well, but only naps for 1-2 hours all day, and even that is broken down to 2 or 3 naps, so I don't have a lot of free time to keep my house clean and do stuff. It's tiring, but I'm not complaining. I love him and Matthew and I can't think of any better way to pass my time.
Oh, here's something new with me! I'm not eating chocolate. Like, at all. And before you think I can't do it, let me tell you, I've already gone 10 days. Soon to be 11! I'm so proud of me, because it has been HARD. Like, grouchy, hard. I'll have to save the whys for another post, but I'm going to do it for a year or until I get pregnant again (so probably the year. Ha.) See, the "when/if I get pregnant again" is working out really well for me, because I'm not thinking the whole time that it's for a year (which seems so unattainable 10 days in), but rather that it's for some unspecified period of time which might end up being no time at all. I can handle that. And then, if I DO get pregnant again, it'd be fun to tell Matt by ordering a big chocolate-y dessert at Kelsey's and seeing his reaction. Some days that's about all that's keeping me from caving. That, and realizing that life is easier when I'm not being ruled by my addiction. Because it IS an addiction. But, like I said. That's for another post entirely.
Anyway, I'm going to go to bed now. I'm working on going to bed before 11, rather than being a fool with a baby and yet still goes to bed at 12 or 12:30 (true story.)
So good night, and I'll try to post again in a couple days, after I have pictures of the May-day fest and fireworks tomorrow evening at Matt's parents. Hurray!