Baby Massage

I love baby massage. It is awesome. When I first started it with him he was less than thrilled. In the NICU they believe that touching a baby is too much stimulation, so you're only supposed to change their diaper, take their temp and feed them quickly, then shove them back in a swaddle and put them back in their little plastic box to wait another 4 hours to be held again. So clearly Skyler was not quite used to the whole being held and touched thing. But now he loves baby massage. After every diaper change I massage his tummy and his legs. He hates having his diaper changed, but as soon as the massage starts he calms down completely. As I rub him I tell him the names of each part, thighs, knees, calves, ankles, heels, feet, toes. I definitely recommend baby massage for when your little one is fussing.

The day before yesterday we took one of the gift cards we got at the shower, and we bought him the rainforest play gym from Wal Mart, it's pretty cute and he seems to like it so far. We also got his high chair. At the baby shower one of C's aunts gave us a $150 gift card for sears to buy the high chair. So we looked at Sears and the cheapest one there was over $150, and they were all ugly. So we ended up using the gift card to buy Sky's bedding instead. We had looked all over the city while I was pregnant for crib bedding with stars and moons and had found nothing. Which I thought was strange because crib = sleepy time = night time = stars & moons so you would think it would be more popular, but instead I found like 12 different Winnie the Pooh patterns, which give me a break that stupid bear is so overdone for babies. So when I found out Sears had the perfect bedding set I was ecstatic. We still have to wash it so I'll just show you the picture from the sears website, but it's cute. Anyway back to the high chair.

We had decided to buy it from Babies R Us because they had a nice one for $54. I tend to research everything online before I buy it, and this one had a lot of good reviews. It was the Evenflo Expressions Plus. So why spend over $150 on one we don't like from Sears when we could get a much cheaper one that has good reviews from another store. So we went to Wal Mart next, and took a look at the high chairs there, but they only had three and I didn't like any of them, so just as we were about to leave C spots a bunch of boxes in the middle of an aisle (I would have passed them by, and I think I did several times, because it just looked like stock that hadn't been put away) and noticed one of them was a high chair with a $30 clearance tag on it. Turns out it was the Expressions Plus High Chair we had been looking at, marked down from $50 to $30. So we bought it. So far I am very pleased.

Our apartment is getting to the point where we need to start throwing out some of our useless junk to make more room for baby's stuff. C is a hoarder, and it drives me insane, literally. He has tons of useless crap that he cannot get rid of. If I even ask him (heaven forbid) to throw something away or give it to charity he comes up with some lame excuse, even using "sentimentality" as a reason for keeping things that we have no use for. And these are things that I know have no sentimental value whatsoever, he is just saying that so I will let him keep it. For instance he has a body pillow that is completely past it's prime. We haven't used it in ages, I tried to use it while I was pregnant, but it is so flattened out and old that it has become completely uncomfortable and basically a waste of space. We have tons of other pillows, including another far more fluffy body pillow that I hand sewed. But ask him to get rid of the pillow and we end up having a fight, and he stuffs it under the couch to hide it from me so I can't get rid of it! I kid you not ladies.

There are also boxes upon boxes of useless knick knacks that he "needs" to keep because if we ever get a house he wants to put them on display. And I'm sorry but this shit is creepy. Like terrifying clowns and other things that I would think of as tacky and pointless (sorry dear, I guess I am just not that into creepy wall hangings and that terrifying clown doll.) He has this clown thing that sits up, and he knows I hate it, so one morning he stuck it right next to the bed on my dresser so that it was staring at me when I woke up. I swear he is trying to kill me. I almost had a heart attack when I opened my eyes to that thing looking at me. In fact I feel sorry for our son, because he will no doubt have nightmares about these things that his daddy refuses to get rid of.

Not to mention all the crap his parents keep bringing over. They brought us a stupid dining table set with a leaf, and four chairs (Which wobble). We already had a nice glass table with two chairs. There are only two grown ups living here, we don't entertain much and if we do we prefer to sit in the living room. So now we have two tables and no space for either of them. Not to mention the extra couch they brought which I don't like because the cushions tend to slide right off the damn thing as soon as you sit on it. Space wasting crap. Ugh. Oh and the dresser in the bedroom that we used for the last few months which has now completely collapsed in on itself and is holding all of my underwear and other miscellaneous stuff hostage. I'm serious it's collapsed to the point where I can't open the damn thing to get anything out. We have to get rid of it so bad. This is funny because his parents brought it to us, and these are the people who said MY furniture is dangerous to have around the baby. And yet mine is all still in one piece. I'm sure that collapsed dresser that is falling apart completely is perfectly safe for when my baby starts walking and exploring.

Wow I have no idea how that got turned into a huge rant, but yeah.. time for a time out. So to soothe you (or me, whichever) I've added the crib bedding (but we don't have the mobile because I couldn't find it anywhere, which sucks cause it looks cute.) and a pic of mommy and baby.

and yes I made that hat, and mommy and daddy have matching ones. I have yet to take a pic of the three of us wearing them. It will be perfect to embarrass him when he's a teenager.. muahaha