NathanRising
life with a new baby
life with a new baby
Sep 9th
Posted by Jen in All About Nathan
Just when I thought teething would be at a momentary standstill since Nathan’s bottom two teeth finally broke through after two months of misery, it has come back with a vengeance.
Now, it’s Nathans top two teeth that are causing him pain.
The little guy is miserable and has been quite grumpy the past couple days; I don’t blame him, however. I vividly remember the acute pain I endured when my wisdom teeth came in. I was grouchy, irritable, and simply miserable… who wouldn’t be? My entire mouth was swollen, I couldn’t eat, and I stayed nauseous. I can truly empathize with how my son must be feeling, and to think that this process is going to take a while is heart wrenching. I hate that he he has to feel such pain.
I try to hold the little guy and he screams to be put down; I put him down and he wails to be picked up. He doesn’t want to play, not even in his exersaucer. Blue’s Clues has not provided much of an outlet either… he’ll do well for a short period of time before he realizes how badly his gums hurt and then the tears start flowing.
I’ve been using his teething medicine religiously, and that seems to take the edge off temporarily. I keep telling him that this, too, shall pass… but not only does he have no comprehension of time, he barely understands what I am saying. He knows the words “mama,” “daddy,” “kisses,” “food,” “Blue’s Clues,” “exersaucer,” to name a few… but “hold on and deal with the pain” is not included in his vocabulary.
Nathan is quite theatrical about letting us know he’s hurting; he’ll cry with tears streaming down his wet cheeks like a flooded river, and he’ll dramatically throw his left arm over his eyes much like something Scarlett O’Hara would do. Then he’ll whimper a few times and slowly raise his arm to see if we’re watching his torment.
Because, ya know, it’s not worth it UNLESS WE’RE WATCHING.
When he sees we are, he continues with the dramatics to ensure we understand the scope of his misery. My little miniature thespian wants us to commiserate with him, so he’ll occasionally ramp up the theatrics by adding some squealing here and there, sprinkled with a smattering of back-arching and head flopping, and topping it all off with rapidly flailing arms and legs.
This, too, shall pass… right? Right?
Of course it will. And then the cycle will repeat itself when the next tooth is ready to erupt. In the meantime, Nathan is able to hone his dramatic thespian skills and this mommy has an abundance of time to work on figuring out how to soothe him.
Perhaps this is good practice for a future career as an actor…
Sep 8th

Nicknames: Predatory Predator, Creepy Meepy, Creeper
The most neurotic of all our cats has to be Meeper.
It must be something about rescue kitties; all of our cats are rescue cats and all of them have their own particular neurosis. If Meeper was human, he would need Valium and a prescription for potent anti-psychotics… which would never be potent enough so he would eventually end up being committed to a MENTAL HOSPITAL, doped up on Thorazine and Ambien.
I don’t mean he’s a crazy crazy. He would never hurt anyone. He would never bite or scratch, not even if his life depended on it. Meeper is a sweet, affectionate cat who loves attention… until you cough, sneeze, or just BREATHE TOO LOUD. Then he scampers off to the nearest dark corner, pulse racing, staring at you with large, glowing, untrusting eyes.
His bad habit of lurking in the shadows earned him the nickname Creepy Meepy. He’s so afraid of everything that he creeps around, skittering quietly from one dark recess to another, scared to death of seeing his own shadow. The poor thing even meows oddly… it’s this weird, halting sound that sounds identical to Predator… just like in the movie Predator. Other times, his meow is a barely audible meep.
Sometimes when I’m playing with Meeper, he’ll randomly become frightened from the sound of my stomach digesting my food or my TOENAILS GROWING and will take off running, tail tucked, ears flat, eyes wide and bulging… only when this cat gets scared, he runs at you rather than away from you. There have been many times he’s become tangled between my legs, nearly causing my demise.
If he were human, I am certain he would also be diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Once, after he used the litter box, I counted him scratching at the sides 37 times.
37.
Only in my world does a cat scratch at the walls of the litter box 37 times after using it.
I love that cat, though. He wouldn’t be Meeper with out all his neurosis… and that’s what makes him the perfect addition to our family of fur babies.
Sep 8th
Posted by Jen in In the News
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WATnDPSs3iI
A public awareness reminder that things that happen out of our sight aren’t always as rosy as we might think. Here is a video of an apathetic nurse bathing a newborn baby. Thanks to the mom who posted this video in an effort to spread awareness that other people don’t necessarily treat your precious baby the way they should, even “professionals.”
Sep 7th
Posted by Jen in All About Nathan

No matter how gloomy the day may be with overcast skies, passing thunderstorms, or an impending apocalypse flirting with the horizon, a kiss from your child is all you need to brighten your day.
I love Nathan’s kisses.
Love them.
These kisses, however, are not the kisses that we typically think of; a quick peck with puckered lips. No, these kisses are giant, slobbery, and invariably leave a STICKY FEELING on my cheek/chin/forehead/nose. But I still love them. Nathan and I will take turns. I’ll kiss his rosy, chubby cheeks and then I’ll say, “Ok, give Mommy kisses!” And he’ll put a tiny hand on each side of my face, plant an open mouth on my cheek, and lick me, usually while humming happily, face scrunched into a giant grin, and followed by a impish giggle.
When he adorns me with one of these kisses, I can feel the drool dripping out of his mouth, slowly dribbling down the side of my face, leaving a slimy path of ownership. I fight the urge to wipe it off. My little guy is sensitive, and the last time I wiped off his drool, his face crumpled and he started bawling. Perhaps he misperceives such an action as me not liking his kisses, so I just deal with the sticky feeling of drying drool even though every atom in my body is screaming to wipe it off… I simply can’t bring myself to do it, not even nonchalantly.
OCD, you have hereby been defeated by an infant. Keep those kisses coming!
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