10 Months - Regression

The last couple weeks in the Wirth household have been rough. Teething turned into a cold, which became a virus, which became the croup, which lead to an all body rash and double ear infection, which became a diaper rash and upset stomach. Everett is currently on an antibiotic that is giving him those last two symptoms, and we are all at our wit's end with this period of illness. He only wants to be in my arms, and if I put him down or leave his sight, he starts screaming. 

All this was manageable, because we knew he would eventually go down for the night and sleep until morning. However, the last two nights, Everett has been having difficulties with this. The house will be quiet and peaceful, then suddenly there is loud screaming coming from his room. It sounds like a baby horror movie. Jeff will try to calm him down, but he only wants Mom. If I pick him up, I can hear his stomach gurgling. Okay, maybe he's hungry. But he doesn't really eat. Once he's calmed down, I will try putting him back in the crib (so I can go the EFF back to sleep) and he'll start screaming all over again. Last night, I finally got him to go back to sleep, but I had to hold him in my arms. I tiptoed to our couch, got comfy after Willow snuggled up with us, and starting falling asleep...then the cat started meowing at the front door. As opening the squeaky door and letting in a blast of cold air would certainly wake the baby, and since Willow was on my legs, I had to listen to her meowing and pawing until 6:00am when Jeff let her in. In conclusion, I am currently operating on about 2 hours of sleep.

Has anyone else experienced this kind of sleep regression during baby sickness and lived through it? It is so hard not to demand feed and cuddle him when he is not feeling well, but I would really hate to develop bad habits after we worked so hard to break them already. Do we think he's simply having nightmares from all the Vampire Diaries I'm making everyone watch?

Despite these difficulties, Everett is still a happy and pleasant boy (after he's soiled 4 diapers and 4 outfits each morning). He is all over the place, and getting into everything. He loves opening and closing doors, singing songs, and his favorite toy is the remote control. He is a typical boy in that he makes a beeline for any toy truck or car in sight. He is also pretty crazy about books. Every page turn is a game of peekaboo!  When he's feeling well, he has mastered the high five, can stand a few moments on his own, and attempts to repeat words you say to him -

"Everett, can you say Willow?"
"I-moe."

When we were at Jeff's parents' house, Everett was chilling in his Pack N Play one morning while we were sleeping in, and he stated very clearly, "Out!"

It is so much fun watching him grow and develop, but it is also heartbreaking to see him in pain.

It's almost impossible to get a clear photo of this busy body.

Mariachi band!!!

Staycation - Home Away From Home

We recently road tripped the family to Portland, Oregon. Jeff's parents were out of town, so we stayed in their beautiful country house, just the three of us. It was heavenly.

We did a lot of shopping ($0 sales tax in Oregon), visited with Jeff's sister and her husband, drank lots of Two Buck Chuck, and relaxed. I loved sitting by the fire, enjoying the rainy weather, watching the river, seeing Everett play with Grandma's things, and just being.

Sick baby with food on his face. Love.

Ebble's Favorite Things: September Edition

Sorry this is a little late. We have been on vacation, then landed ourselves a sick baby. 

1. Joie Drawstring Crepe Pants. LOVE these pants. If you could find them for me in a cheaper style, that would be great. Thanks!
2. We're doing it, and still going strong! Yes, we are still preparing Everett's baby food. Anyone who says it's too much work to make your own baby food should look at the ingredient list on store-bought baby food. The second thing listed is often "sugar." These glass storage containers are perfect for the hippie mom making her own foods. They are dishwasher, microwave, and freezer safe, AND they are chemical free. Winning!
3. This is Jeff's contribution for the month. Jack Black Beard Lube is a great alternative to men's shave cream. Wives and gays, this could make a good stocking stuffer for your loved ones.
4. Guess what ya'll. I got a facial the other day. It was glorious, and I was thoroughly extracted. I have been using MooGoo's SPF 15 moisturizer, and the esthetician confirmed that it has all the right ingredients to NOT clog my pores. Love these products! So naturally, I had to share (again).
5. Baby carriers of any brand are necessary. We have had a sick baby for the last couple weeks, and all he wants is to be held. However, it's hard to keep your sanity with a baby in your arms all day. This is where baby carriers come in handy. Many of Everett's recent naps have been in a wrap/carrier. We alternate between the Moby Wrap, Baby Bjorn, and Ergo. Everett prefers to be forward facing, so the Bjorn and Moby are best for everyday use. When Baby doesn't mind being held toward you, the Ergo is a great choice, and is easier on the back than the other two options we have tried. In my pregnancy posts, I mentioned that my pelvis was bothering me. This is because I was suffering from symphysis pubis dysfunction. I am still recovering from this, and the Ergo tends to exacerbate my discomfort more than the other wraps, mostly because it places Baby's weight in the hip area (which is usually ideal). That being said, for the average human, the Ergo is probably best (once you can get the back strap figured out), and this is the one I use most frequently when Everett needs to take those upright naps. Jeff prefers the Bjorn.

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House Update

So remember that house? The perfect house? We took some time this weekend to do a little more research on it. One cannot be too careful when making this investment! I checked the neighborhood council meeting agendas, read on future building projects and renovations in the area, and did another drive-by to see how it looks on a dewy fall morning. It's still a charmer!

I also spoke with the Godfather of the neighborhood...

See this guy?

 

That's my brother. We grew up in the neighborhood in which we are house hunting. Back in the 1980s, he was the ringleader of the neighborhood boy posse. 

So I asked him for the dirt on the house. Because the Godfather knows all. His response?

...

"Oh yeah, I remember that one. It's haunted."

...

 I will not share the ghost's background story, as it is his tale to tell. My mom says the Godfather is bullshitting me. But I told her, "Mom, that's really disrespectful. The ghost has feelings too. How would you feel if people denied your existence?"

So...what do we think? Deal breaker? Anyone know an exorcist? 

The Great Debate! aka Life In the Eyes of Carrie Bradshaw

Calling all friends, foes, families, and gays! I need your input. The Wirths have officially outgrown their 2 bedroom 1 bathroom home. Okay, so technically we have 3 bedrooms, but the third bedroom is in the dungeon, and we use it for Christmas decoration storage. Bottom line is this: we are living in tight quarters, and there is shit everywhere. We need to move, and we need to do it soon.

Here's the thing. I have a debilitating hatred of all things related to moving: packing, cleaning, house hunting, showcasing, reorganizing. You name it, I hate it. And who has time for all this when you are working full time and have a baby? Not this guy. I don't even have time to do my laundry.

BUT GUESS WHAT?! We found the perfect house. It has everything we want, everything we need, is in our price range, and has room for an expanding family. I walk into this house and can see myself living there. It's perfect...except it's not, because it's clear across town from where we currently are.

For those of you who are not familiar with the Spokane area, it is divided into little boroughs (if you will). We live in an area called the South Hill, and everyone in the city is aware of its superiority. Although we live in a lower income area of this neighborhood, we have access to the best schools in town, fine dining, beautiful parks, a 10 minute drive to downtown, and a fast commute to work.

We are 3 blocks from one of the best walking streets in town:

Manito Boulevard

We can walk down the street to this beautiful park:

Manito Park

We can walk, bike, drive to all of our favorite restaurants:

Rockwood Bakery

And 90% of our friends live "up" here:

Monday night parties

In my experience, people who "hate" Spokane do not live on the South Hill. But how can you not appreciate the city when this is what you see every day?

Hamblen Park

The superiority and snobbery is pretty much palpable up here, and we fit right in.

And then there's the other side of town. "The North Side" as we call it. 

Indian Trail Neighborhood

It's pretty in a middle-to-uppermiddle-class sort of way, but it's basically a suburb. The nearest restaurant is McDonald's, and Starbucks is the only coffee shop in a 5 mile radius. However, home prices are WAY lower, the houses are in mint condition, and the homes have SO MUCH SPACE. My family is close, the church where I work is 2 minutes away, there is easy access to hiking trails, and the community is wonderful...in a PTA, stay-at-home-mom kind of way.   

When I ask myself what I want our lives to look like in 5 years, I see us living a lifestyle in a neighborhood like this. The lower house payments mean much more freedom for us financially, and it would be nice to be closer to places like Costco and Target. However, I would also feel like I'm selling out, leaving an important part of myself behind. You see, I just don't think the people up North will get my cloth diapers and homemade compost bin. What if I wanted to get chickens? I get the feeling the neighbors would not be impressed with this idea. And the public schools are not nearly as good as they are on the south side. That being said, we could afford private schooling with the lower mortgage payment we would have in this area.

Last Sunday, I sat at the North Side Starbucks scoping out the families I would potentially see on a regular basis. I sat with my Ray Ban shades on, judging a mom who was wearing Target workout pants (have the people up here never heard of lululemon?). Her husband was wearing a short sleeved button-up. Need I say more? I mean, I guess they looked nice enough...

And one more minor problem, to get to the North Side, one must drive through the trashiest neighborhoods in the State of Washington. Seriously, Spokane boasts some pretty trashy people, and they are all on the commute north. Half the time I drive up there, I'm worried a meth head is going to throw himself in front of my car. Or maybe this lady is going to cart herself across Francis and stop 5 lanes of traffic:

Riverfront Park

All that said, if we have to live on the North Side, I know we have found the perfect house: lots of square footage, huge yard, across the street from an open field with walking trails, great neighbors* (yes, I already interviewed them...not lying), sunset views, quiet location, giant closets!!! The same house on the South Hill would cost, at the very least, twice as much.

I wonder what Carrie Bradshaw would do...

They all lived in Manhattan (South Hill) together.

Remember how Miranda (a ginger, like me) got knocked up, married Steve, and moved to Brooklyn (North Side)? She was SUCH a sell out...like me. I should basically cut my hair now.

The rest of her friends remained on the nice side of the (Maple Street) bridge, and she had to cart her baby across town to see them.

Carrie got married too. Her modest apartment was far too small for her and Big, but they had the income to afford a bigger place in Manhattan (South Hill). 

 

They got huge closets AND their dream neighborhood. Why can't my life be more like Carrie's?! WAAAAH!!! 

But what life is best for this guy? 

 What should we prioritize when house hunting? Snobbery, or affordability? Seriously, I am completely at a loss as to what we should do. Any advice is appreciated. North Siders, what do you like about the area? South Hillers, please sell me your incredible house (but only if you have huge closets).

                                                        

*Regarding our current neighbors, here is Jeff's assessment: "The nice people next door are moving to Oregon, they're twats**, he's a douche, and those people are mega douches***."

**They yelled at Jeff when our sprinkler hit their driveway.

***These massholes tell their 7-year-old daughter to "f*** off" on a regular basis, and they smoke pot every other night.

9 Months - A Hierarchy of Needs

Everett is 9 months old already! He has officially been outside the womb for as long as he was in it...give or take a few days.

Everett's first trip to Greenbluff outside of the womb.

Post-pregnancy, I am 2 pounds lighter than I was before I got pregnant (thanks breastfeeding). My pelvis is still recovering from the trauma of pregnancy and child birth, but I haven't peed my pants in months. My boobs have deflated to their normal/still huge size, my acne has returned, and I rarely have time to do my hair in the morning. I went to the doctor the other day, and unfortunately I am still recovering from my bout with mono. However, I feel stronger and more energetic with every passing day. Enough about me, let's talk about the BABY!

Everett hit some pretty major milestones during his eighth month of life. He is pulling himself up, stands on his own for a few moments at a time, can walk with assistance, and is understanding verbal communication more each day. He has 4 teeth, and I can see a fifth tooth making its way to the gum line. His favorite toys are as follows: the cat's tail, the dog's water dish, our (extensive) wine cork collection, the remote control.

I am amazed at how fast his little mind is developing. Last night, I asked him to open the garbage can for me. He crawled over to it and hit the button to open the lid. Remember how he was just a helpless little blob a short time ago? Every moment is an adventure, and he is more than ready to explore his surroundings.

We had our 9 month checkup yesterday. You will notice how I am not posting his height and weight information, mostly because I am in mourning. Everett fell off the charts. He has been in the 5th percentile since birth, but from what I know of his current stats, he could gain a whole pound and still be under weight. This is maddening to me, and naturally, I feel like I'm failing as a mother.

I took some time to process all this last night, and I am still baffled and in shock. When we got home from the sitter's house, I wrote down everything I did to see if I was starving my child. Here's what the evening looked like:

• 5:30pm - nursed Everett for 20 minutes.
• 5:50pm - gave him 2 large crackers broken into small pieces as I prepared his pureed foods.
• 6:00pm - fed him an entire bowl of squash soup.
• 6:10pm - gave him more crackers while I ate my portion of the soup.
• 6:15pm - he still wasn't acting full, and apparently I'm starving him, so fed him 2 ounces of diced peaches.
• 6:20pm - still not full, so fed him an ounce of pureed pears. 
• 6:25pm - gave him a handful of Cheerios.
• 6:30pm - looked at the clock and saw that he had been eating for an entire hour.

Earlier that day at the sitter's house, he ate an entire Tupperware container of diced sweet potatoes, then moved on to pancakes and cereal puffs. He still nurses or takes a bottle 6 times a day.

Maybe the problem is that I'm not feeding him the same foods other parents are feeding their babies? Is it because I am giving him fruits and veggies, while parents with bigger babies are going through the McDonald's drive thru? After sobbing on the couch and contemplating the day, I gave Everett a quick bath and ran us up to Trader Joe's. I bought an entire shopping cart filled with foods just for him (that's a lie, I bought 2 bottles of wine for myself): cottage cheese, whole grain pancakes, organic chicken breasts, avocados, eggs, bananas, etc. Anything that is baby-friendly, fattening, and filling was in my cart.

Of course I got home and realized the only thing I purchased for Jeff and myself to consume was wine. I mean, it's necessary at this point, but not a socially acceptable thing to live on. I realized this has been the story of my life: baby comes first, then take care of myself...and drink. For the last 9 months, all of my energy has been spent feeding this child, and apparently there is no physical evidence to prove it. I feel minimal amounts of comfort in the fact that the doctor is not too concerned about his weight. He is way above average when it comes to his physical abilities. In fact, he has the developmental skills of a one-year-old (bragging). But when the words "failure to thrive" and "calling CPS" are thrown into conversations about a child's small size, it's impossible not to have an anxiety attack (and fall down the stairs...happened).

Someone sent me a philosophical email about the meaning of life and the importance of servant leadership. I read a few lines and said, "F**k that, I don't have time for this s**t. I have a baby to feed!"

So here we continue to traverse the many waters of "What it means to be a parent." Have you ever heard of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs? I don't think Maslow had any kids.