Baby Harry: 39 Weeks

Harry and Otis like to read cooking magazines together.

Harry and Otis like to read cooking magazines together.

Weight: At his checkup, Harry weighed 18 pounds 6 ounces, which is still only the 28th percentile, but he’s making progress. In addition, he gained four percentage points in height, jumping from the 3rd percentile at six months to the 7th at nine months. We’re celebrating the small victories. Plus, he feels so heavy to carry these days!

Big Baby: We’re now starting to grow out of the nine months size clothes. The 12 months clothes are still a bit big, but he’s moving very quickly in that direction. It feels like he’s growing incredibly fast, even if the numbers don’t bear it out.

Teeth: We have four teeth now (two on top, two on bottom), with the top two side teeth not far behind. The way he’s been chewing lately, I think they could make an appearance any day now.

Sleep: Yeah, not so much. Sleep is not on Harry’s list of priorities. He simply has too much squirming, crawling, rolling, talking, kicking, and banging on stuff to do right now. I don’t know if all babies are this squirmy, but he’s a handful these days. Harry cannot sit still.

The Squirms: Speaking of squirmy babies, here’s an example. Even when he’s eating, he’s squirming. He’s waving his arms, kicking his feet, and banging on his high chair tray. Sometimes, it’s difficult to get a bite in his mouth because he’s flailing around so enthusiastically. He’s just gotta move all the time. He might be a shark. Does anyone know if girl babies are like this? I’m a bit worried about our future if he’s this squirmy now!

Wee of the Week: Lately, Harry’s been having a wee on the changing table after his baths. I don’t know what it is about getting out of the bath that makes him have the urge to pee on everything, but it’s been happening a lot. Sunday, however, he didn’t even make it to the changing table. I had just pulled him out of the bath and wrapped him in a towel when I sat on the edge of the bath with Harry on my knee. While I dumped his bath water, he dumped his own water all over my lap. His reaction? Giggles. Of course.

Chucklehead: Harry thinks everything is hilarious. Waving a kitchen towel? Hilarious. Banging two measuring cups together? Hilarious. Crumpling a grocery list? Hilarious. The way he laughs, I’m glad he’s wearing a diaper. He’s gotta be peeing his pants all the time. It’s the best.

The Crawl: Harry’s still doing an Army crawl, but he’s starting to pop his hips up and get on all fours. I think he might be close to a traditional baby crawl, though it looks more like he’s trying to stand. He can pull himself up to standing, but he can’t stand on his own for more than a second or two before crashing.

A Real Talker: So far, he can say a version of “hi” and he loves saying “dada,” usually in reference to Ben or Dougal. The other night, I could have sworn he said “where’s dada” but I couldn’t get him to repeat it. He got very shy, probably at my enthusiasm. I need to play it cooler when he does cool stuff. No mama yet, but it sounds like he speaks Jabba the Hutt’s language right now. Mama can’t be far behind.


  • Tofu
  • Pears
  • Applesauce
  • All veggies
  • Cheerios
  • Tearing up magazines (we call it “reading”)
  • Chasing the dogs
  • Standing up
  • Walking (with help)
  • Paper of any kind
  • Waving “hi”
  • Brushing his teeth


  • Sleep (as always)
  • Being tired
  • Scrambled eggs
  • Sitting still

What’s Next: At some point, this blog will have to be about something other than Harry. I don’t know what that is yet, since he’s still in the all-consuming phase. I see now why moms complain about not having an identity once they have kids. I certainly don’t know who I am outside of my job and what I do for Harry. I don’t have time enough for both of those things now. How can I add other stuff? What other stuff would I add if I could?

Baby Harry: 36 Weeks

Harry and Dougal are best buds.

Harry and Dougal are best buds.

I’ve been neglecting my weekly updates! Things have been busy.

Chompers: Harry currently has three teeth and he’s working on a fourth. It’s amazing how big his teeth are. After months of gums, the teeth are hard to accept. It’s going way too fast.

The Poop: Harry has had a constipation issue the last couple weeks. We’ve started a prune regimen, which has helped, but much of my life has been consumed with what Harry is eating and pooping. So much of our conversation at home is spent describing the precise size and texture of his poop. This is the standard line of questioning Ben hears every day: Did Harry poop? How big was it? Was it the size of a Ding Dong or more like a Peppermint Patty? Did you squish it? Was it hard? What color was it? Did he grunt? Did his face turn red? How long did it take him to go? Did he look like he was in pain?

The Solids: Harry is well into solids. He eats everything, though he always defaults to a barfy face for the first bite. No matter what I feed him, he looks horrified with the first bite. His favorite so far is applesauce. That kid can put away the applesauce!

Crawling: So far, Harry is not crawling. But, he’s made significant progress in that direction. In fact, he’s started military crawling on his belly (picture Army guys wriggling underneath barbed wire on their elbows and knees). He’s getting very fast at it, but I can already tell he’s trying to get farther faster. It’s only a matter of time before he pops his belly up and really takes off.

Sleep: We’re not even going to talk about how little Harry is sleeping right now. He has way too much to do. He wakes up in the middle of the night and he’s ready for activities. He’s Ben! Agh.

Mr. Independent: Harry is an explorer and likes to do his own thing. He’s much more likely to crawl away from me than to me. He wants to get out into the hallway and as far off his playmat as possible. And, he’d like to do it on his own…until he doesn’t anymore and he screams. Ben and I both want him to check things out on his own as much as possible. I’m happy to lurk and make sure he’s not doing anything dangerous, but we both want to encourage him to explore and figure things out. He’s a little scientist right now, and we’re happy to let him roam.

Giggle Machine: Everything is funny right now. Harry is constantly laughing about something we’re doing. He’s just so interested and amused. It’s completely adorable.

Kiss Quota: I cannot stop kissing this baby! He tries to kiss me back, but it feels more like biting my face. I love it. He also likes to “whisper” in my ear at full volume. Adorable stuff.


  • Applesauce
  • Carrots
  • Water (drinking it)
  • Taking baths
  • Paper (eating and tearing)
  • Grunting
  • Standing
  • Walking (with help)
  • Talking
  • Dancing
  • Kissing
  • Wiggling


  • Sleeping
  • Diaper changes

What’s Next: His 9-month checkup! I’m so excited to see how much he weighs. He feels like a bowling ball!

Baby Harry: 31 Weeks

Washcloths make Harry happy!

Washcloths make Harry happy!

Over the weekend, Harry got his first tooth. It’s a razor-sharp protuberance on the bottom. I can’t help feeling a little sad that his toothless, gummy smile will be gone at some point. I really want him to stay this little and adorable forever. He’s even growing hair now. I’m just not ready for all of this.

Totally Get It Now: I remember some years ago seeing an interview with the parents of serial killer Jeffery Dahmer. At the time, I wondered how those two adorable elderly people could sit beside their son, knowing what he’d done, and still have such love for him. I thought they were as bonkers as he was. But now, having a son myself, I totally get it. There’s nothing that would make me turn my back on Harry. I’m in it for life with this boy. No matter what.

The Poops: That said, it takes a special kind of stomach to handle what this little guy is producing these days. I opened his diaper this morning to find elk pellets. Sweet-smelling, turn-your-stomach-into-knots elk pellets. Solid food is not making these diaper changes very easy. I’m a gagger.

Wee of the Week: Naked Superman and I were out on the back patio before his bath. Ben told Harry he should pee while I was holding him and, as if on cue, Harry started peeing and laughing. It was brilliant timing. This kid is smart.

(Note: After I strip Harry down in the nursery before his bath, I lay him down across my forearms so he can fly like Superman on the walk to his bath in the kitchen sink. Naked Superman. He goes nuts for it. Plus, his little buns and outstretched arms, flying through the air with the greatest of ease, are probably the funniest things that ever happened.)

What’s This?: Harry has discovered his willy. As soon as the diaper comes off, his little hands are tugging at his balls. This is the sort of story that will embarrass him later, so I wanted to make a special note of it here. He can’t speak or crawl, but he can pull his willy!

The Grumps: According to the experts, Harry is going through a busy developmental phase right now, making him fussy, clingy, and reluctant to sleep. That’s certainly been our actual experience. He’s waking up a lot, screaming a lot, and he wants to be held constantly. This is creating some challenges, but it won’t last forever. Only a few weeks. Sleep is overrated, anyway. Right? Right? Anyone?

The Happies: Of course, every grumpy outburst is countered with happy baby perfection. Right now, he’s all about making as much noise as possible. He loves his own voice and has discovered how to yell without screetching. He’s experimenting with volume. He also loves slapping things and flapping his arms. He gets very serious about it. So funny.


  • Mashed potatoes (mashed with breastmilk – yummmm!)
  • Zucchini
  • The Moody Blues
  • Smacking my face
  • Chewing my face
  • Pulling hair
  • A peeled carrot (for chewing)
  • Paper (he gummed and swallowed part of my grocery list this week)
  • Grunting
  • Yelling
  • Rolling (his preferred mode of transport)
  • Washcloths
  • Books and magazines (ripping and chewing them)


  • Naps and sleeping
  • Sharing (just try to take away his carrot!)

Baby Harry: 29 Weeks

Avocado face!

Avocado face!

How did we become the parents of a 7-month-old? It’s going way too fast. He’s outgrowing everything and I feel panicked about savoring it all. I don’t want to miss a minute.

Doing a Solid: Our little man is officially a consumer of solid foods. I waited as long as possible (terrified I’d start him too early and condemn him to a life of obesity and diabetes – the research on this is horrible!), several weeks beyond the recommended six months. So, by the time we ate solids, Harry was ready. He was so eager for solids, we had no issues with him spitting the food out or rejecting it. He was so excited to start and he did a great job.

Speaking of Solids: With solid food comes more solid poop. The poop of a breastfed baby is completely inoffensive. The color is questionable and it can be explosive, but it doesn’t really stink. Once the baby starts solid food, those days are over. Harry’s poops are now the consistency of ricotta cheese and they smell HORRIBLE! I can’t emphasize the sickening sweet smell of his new poops. They make me gag. They’re awful.

Sitting Tall: Harry is now a master at sitting. In fact, he’s kinda over the whole thing. He’s moved on to standing. He likes to lift himself to his feet and stand (with help), wobbly and proud, smiling from ear to ear, until he plops back onto his butt. Then we repeat. And repeat. And repeat.

And Repeat: Harry loves repetition. If he likes something, he does it over and over again. It never gets old. For example, he’s been screeching a lot. Extremely loud, high-pitched panic screaming is his new favorite thing. Oh, he’s not upset or panicked. He just likes the sound of it. He also likes throwing stuff on the floor and watching me pick it up. I feel like David Copperfield every time I make something reappear for him. He’s so impressed and, unfortunately or not, he’s always excited by it. He loves making me pick up stuff. I keep doing it because he enjoys it so much. I’ll never be this exciting again.

New Duds: We finally broke down and bought Harry some new clothes last week. He’s now an incredibly stylish little man with cute polos and shorts, and a couple button down shirts. He dresses so much better than I do. Pay no attention to the greasy-looking, baggy-eyed woman behind the baby.

Mini Me: The older Harry gets, the more he looks like a clone of my husband. Besides the blue eyes, which I take full credit for, Harry looks exactly like Ben. It’s kinda spooky.


  • Broccoli
  • Avocado
  • Beef
  • Chicken
  • Carrots
  • Pulling hair
  • Being held
  • The mashed potato
  • The Freddy
  • Kitchen utensils
  • Hiking


  • Yams
  • The Eagles
  • Getting Dressed
  • Being put down (he’s a bit clingy these days)
  • Growing hair (this baby is still a cue ball!)

Baby Harry: 26 Weeks

Two dudes waiting for the doctor.

Two dudes waiting for the doctor.

The Weight: Officially, Harry weighed in at 16 pounds 5 ounces. However, that number is misleading. I joked in my last post that we were going to pack Harry’s diaper with rolls of nickels to cheat the weigh-in. In an odd way, Harry may have done that himself.

After two days of not pooping, he was packing a lot of extra tonnage to his doctor appointment. Within the 24 hours immediately following his appointment, he pooped seven times. Based on the weight of those horrific diapers, I’d guess Harry has an empty weight closer to 13 pounds.

Tall Guy: Our tall guy is actually an incredibly short guy. He’s back into the 3rd percentile for height. I suspect Harry is focusing his growth energy on an enormous brain and leaving more trivial things, like hair and height, for later in life. Or we’re just raising Toulouse Lautrec. Either way.

Lord of the Dance: After getting his final shots Friday, Harry was a grumpy little gus Saturday. He didn’t want to eat, play, or sleep, and he was a fussy, whiny ball of cranky. I literally couldn’t put him down. It was in a moment of desperation I discovered my adorable son loves Riverdance. His face lit up, he squealed, and starting bouncing before becoming absolutely transfixed. I could not pull his eyes away. The man loves Riverdance. (I will not take questions about how I made this discovery. Let’s just move on.)

A Rolling Stone: Harry is not yet crawling, but he’s discovered he can roll to any destination he wants. He rolled up on Hank yesterday and greeted him with a surprise grab of the jowl. (Hank didn’t appreciate it.) Harry also rolled up on Otis and proceeded to pull his back hair. (Otis appreciated it very much.)

Sit, but no Stay: Harry is a champion sitter. He’s getting better and better (which is good since we spend a ton of time on it) and can sit for several seconds without assistance. It’s so much easier to take photos now that he’s sitting up.

Night Moves: Our son loves to be swaddled. The tighter, the better. It was the only way he’d sleep. Now that he rolls, swaddling is a big no-no. I had grand plans about breaking him of the swaddle, but, frankly, at night when everyone is tired, it was just easier to keep swaddling him. Well, that all stopped last week when I woke up at 2:30 a.m., checked the baby monitor, and saw the back of Harry’s head. He was sleeping on his face while swaddled. I panicked. Thankfully, he was okay, but that was the end of the swaddle.

Now, I need to adjust to having a free-sleeper. Harry rolls all over the place in his crib. He sleeps mostly on his left side, but will also roll onto his stomach. It gives me panic attacks. I check the monitor constantly and go in several times a night to make sure he’s still breathing. I’m sure this will get better over the next 18 years, but the anxiety is severe. I’m terrified he’s going to suffocate himself with his enormous head.


  • Ben (his favorite person in the world)
  • Riverdance
  • Mama dance
  • Pulling my hair out
  • Kicking my boobs
  • Pinching my face with his tiny gorilla hands
  • Ripping out Ben’s chest hair
  • Eating everything
  • Laughing
  • Smiling
  • Constant motion
  • Spatulas and spoons
  • Books
  • Anything paper
  • Baths


  • Vaccinations
  • His doctor (stranger anxiety, here we come!)
  • Sitting still
  • Sleep/naps

Baby Harry: 25 Weeks

Harry takes washcloths very, very seriously.

Harry takes washcloths very, very seriously.

So, This is New: Our perfect baby, who generally thrashes and quivers like he’s been mainlining No-Doz tabs, has been sleeping a ton this week. After waking 2-3 times a night for almost two months, he’s sleeping at night again and taking naps during the day. I’m still waking in a panic every few hours like a prisoner of war, but I’m actually getting a few hours of real sleep every night. I’m terrified to enjoy this, however. This can’t last.

Poo of the Week: I was putzing in the kitchen one morning earlier this week. Harry was in his bouncy chair, kicking and thrashing, and being adorable. I turned to get something out of the fridge. When I turned back, his shirt was soaked from waistband to nipples. It wasn’t pee. I have no idea how it traveled out of the butt, down the crack, past the balls, and through the top of the diaper with enough force to clear the nipples. It’s a physical achievement that cannot be explained.

Weight: On our home scale, Harry weighed 16 pounds this week. That’s still on the skinny side, but not terrible. He goes to the doctor next week for his official weigh-in. I’m hoping for a robust number. We might have to pack his diaper full of nickels.

Hell of an Arm: Harry discovered his ability to throw things this week. In related news, bending over every 10 seconds is doing wonders for my butt.

Volume Control: Harry’s into loud, explosive sounds right now. Loud screeching. Loud grunting. Loud cooing. Loud everything. He’s discovered his voice is awesome and he can’t get enough of it. Thankfully, it’s completely adorable in every way. He’ll be plugging along with “baa paa haa hiiiii” and throw in a random “GAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” and then just laugh at our looks of surprise. It’s fantastic. I think he has a sense of humor already.

Puppy Love: This is the first week Harry has expressed interest in the dogs. He’s constantly reaching for them and trying to squish them. He tried to chew Otis’ ear. The dogs aren’t quite sure what to make of this newfound affection, but they seem to accept it.

Food Fan: We haven’t yet started solids with Harry. I know it’s late, he’s over six months now. But, he’s not sitting on his own without support. We’ll talk to the doctor about it next week. Harry is very interested in food, though. He tries to grab everything we eat. He thinks he’s ready.

Definitely Our Son: Harry has been deliberately pushing out farts and enjoying the sound. It’s a beautiful thing. Is it nature or nurture? Who cares! It’s adorable. He farts like a grown man already.


  • Washcloths (best toy ever)
  • David Bowie and Ella Fitzgerald
  • Songs about diapers
  • Dancing
  • Standing up
  • Tummy time
  • Spoons
  • My bathrobe
  • Chewing on my face
  • Conversation
  • Hank


  • Lotion
  • Sitting

Baby Harry: 23 Weeks

The best thing in the entire world

The best thing in the entire world

On a Roll: The big news (and there was a lot of big news this week) is that Harry rolled over from his back to his tummy. He does it in the least efficient way possible, however. He rolls onto his side, then drops his hips to the floor, trapping his bottom arm underneath him. At that point, he whimpers and grunts (and sometimes rolls back), then curls his legs up underneath him, creating space for the arm to break loose. And, voila, he’s on his tummy. It’s not pretty. It’s not fast. But, it’s a roll and I’ll take it.

First Words: I’ve read that babies’ first words are often those they hear most often in their home. For our family, I worried Harry’s first words might be “Dougal, stop chewing your butt!” Thankfully, though, he’s heading in a much better direction. This weekend, Harry tried to say “I love you.” It sounded more like “Uh…luf…ooo” but it was absolutely perfect. Made my year.

Sitting Tall: Harry still needs a bit of help to sit up, but he’s able to take a big boy bath (in the baby tub without the support sling), sit on the couch while I inhale some food, and sit between my legs to read a magazine or book. He’s still squirmy as heck, but he’ll sit still if we’re engaged in an activity of some kind. It’s fantastic!

Growing: Two weeks ago, the 6-9 month onesies were baggy. This morning, they were tight. This kid is growing like crazy. He has to be catching up to the averages. We see the doctor again in two weeks.

Poo of the Week: We had surprisingly few blowouts this week. He only pooped in his bouncy seat once. Woohoo! (Note to new parents: Don’t buy used bouncy seats.)

Wee of the Week: I’ve been putting a blanket on the floor to let Harry roll around and play several times a day. Yesterday, he pooped, so I changed him on the blanket. While I was letting his cheeks air out (sometimes the wipes are really wet), he peed all over the blanket. It was a glorious spray and he smiled the whole time. He knows what’s funny.

No Sleep: My eyes no longer focus correctly. I have a constant low-grade headache. Yesterday, when I attempted a nap, I burst into tears because it physically hurts to sleep now. It can’t go on like this, right? At some point, this baby will sleep more than a few hours at a time. We’ll both drop dead otherwise.


  • Washcloths (wet ones are great toys for a hot day)
  • Magazines
  • Baby Bear Sees Blue (still his favorite book)
  • Otis (don’t tell Dougal)
  • Tummy time
  • My hair
  • Biting my face
  • Tummy kisses
  • Soft tickles on his back
  • Chewing everything
  • Kicking and rolling
  • Baths


  • Nose-picking (when I pick his)
  • Sleeping and naps

Baby Harry: 21 Weeks

He's so darn close!

He’s so darn close!

Dairy Cow: The last two weeks, I’ve felt like a dairy cow. And not just because of all the flatulence. I spend so much of my waking hours hooked to a baby or a breast pump, I’m probably mooing in my sleep…if I ever slept. But, it’s paid off. Milk production has kicked up and our freezer now has a nice cushion supply of milk.

The Breaking Point: Left Boob, my powerhouse boob, suffered a major setback this week. A plugged milk duct. Agh!! The agony! It looked and felt like I had a hard Cheeto underneath my skin, and the pain was incredible. The only thing similar is a bee sting. On my boob. Way down deep. Thankfully, it’s starting to recede a bit, thanks to aggressive and consistent pumping. The nurse said it could take two weeks to go away completely.

Speaking of Nurses: Here is a transcript of my phone call with the lactation nurse.

Me: Hi, I think I have a plugged milk duct and I need to know what to do about it.

Nurse: Well, if your baby is latching, you can position your baby so his chin is pressed against the plugged duct. Then, when he nurses, his chin will massage out the plug.

Me: Well, it’s on the top, so I don’t think I can do that.

Nurse: You could nurse him upside down, you know, like lay him down on a table and hang your breast over him. That might work.

Me: (laughing) I don’t think I’m going to do that. Is there anything else?

Nurse: Well, these things tend to work themselves out with time.

Excellent advice there. Yeesh.

Moment of the Week: After reading online that soaking your breasts in hot water helps relieve a plugged duct, I stripped down to the waist, filled my biggest soup pot with hot water and Epsom salts, and proceeded to dunk my pendulous boobs into the water at my kitchen table. I never imagined this is what my life would become.

Milk Aside: Harry is very close to rolling over from his back to his tummy. He’s so darn close, but his bottom arm keeps getting stuck. Ben and I are going nuts cheering him on.

Thumbs Up: Harry started sucking his thumb for the first time yesterday. It’s pretty adorable. I keep shoving other things in his face to distract him from the deliciousness of his newly discovered thumb.

Weight: I no longer trust our ability to weigh him at home. I wonder if the deli would let me use their digital meat scale. If it works for black forest ham, it would work for my Harry!

Sleep: Harry is still very much against it. He’s been waking up once or twice a night to eat. I’m completely exhausted, but he’s deliciously chunky. He has the meatiest little legs!


  • Chewing everything
  • His feet
  • Raspberries on his belly and legs
  • The words “Butt Cream”
  • Being held
  • Standing up
  • Grunting (it’s his new favorite noise)
  • Naps on my or Ben’s chest
  • Conversation of any kind
  • Dancing (especially when being held)
  • Constant motion


  • Naps and sleeping
  • Waiting for food

Baby Harry: 19 Weeks

Grumpy Grace and the Cone of Shame

Grumpy Grace and the Cone of Shame

This has been such a difficult week, there is no more fitting photo than of Grumpy Grace and Her Cone of Shame. Grace has allergies and this year has been exceptionally bad. She’s chewed all the hair off her backside, leaving a red, raw mess. Nothing has helped. So, now she’s in a cone. Hopefully, this will allow her red skin to heal. As you can see, she’s not happy about any of this. But, we’ve all had a rough week.

Weight: We have two options. Either Harry has exceptionally heavy diapers (very possible) or our home scale is wrong. (I choose to believe it’s the scale and, in my case, it weighs about 50 pounds heavy. I’m really a size 6. Just ask me.) At home, Harry weighed 14.4 pounds with a diaper. At the doctor last week, he weighed 13 pounds 14 ounces without the diaper. I was really hoping we’d be up around 15 pounds, but our little guy is still very, very little.

Shorty: He’s height and weight proportional, but Harry is really small compared to other babies. He’s in the 12th percentile for height and 13th for weight. That means 88 and 87 percent of babies, respectively, are bigger than him. Who are these enormous babies!! As fast as he’s growing, I find it really hard to believe he’s so much smaller than average.

Power Noggin: While his body may be small, his head is gigantic. At a robust 17.25 inches, Harry’s head is in the 94th percentile for size. He’s full of SMARTS!

Milk Crisis: Right Boob is on strike again. Demand has increased dramatically this week (more on that in a second) and Right Boob has responded by collapsing in a heap and refusing to produce more than the absolute minimum. Harry hates Right Boob. He’s the most demanding boss. He tugs and cries, and turns as red as a beet in frustration at Right Boob. I’ve had to step in as the middle manager and counsel Right Boob on its performance. “Let’s talk about the kind of boob you want to be. Do you want to be the kind of boob that just produces the minimum? What can I do to help you be successful here?” I’ll let you know how it goes. The milk situation is hitting a crisis and I’m struggling to keep it together. I really don’t want to supplement with formula. It feels like a huge failure.

Sleep, Come Back: Harry has been an exceptional nighttime sleeper since he was born. This is not something we freely told people. We were not smug and we knew it could change at any moment. That moment came five days ago. Suddenly, Harry stopped sleeping through the night. He was waking two or three times, demanding food and attention, and not making up the lost sleep during the day. For several days, he was eating every two hours during the day and every three hours at night. The little man was eating more than he had as a newborn! Frankly, it’s left me exhausted. My milk production hasn’t been keeping up and we’re both cranky from lack of sleep. I assume this is a growth spurt, but I’m hoping it passes soon.

Poo of the Week: Harry has blown out a diaper every day this week. We’re switching to more expensive diapers to see if we can keep him better contained. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Wee of the Week: So far, I haven’t been hit this week! Woohoo!


  • Rolling over – he’s a champ at it now!
  • His feet
  • His hands
  • His silicone teething toy
  • Otis
  • Penguin arms (flapping his straight arms up and down like a penguin)
  • Being held 24/7
  • Left Boob


  • Socks
  • Blankets
  • Tummy time (rolling over is the death of tummy time)
  • Naps and sleeping
  • Right Boob

Baby Harry: 18 Weeks

The Big News: Harry is getting his first tooth. It feels like a little nub of sandpaper is pushing through his gums on the bottom right. He’s been pretty upset about the whole thing. (As a side note, I’m deaf now in both ears.) My advice to moms of teething babies? Tylenol works. I hate giving him medicine, but he finally got some sleep last night and is a much happier baby today.

Youch!: When breastfeeding, Harry has started clamping down with his gums and turning his head back and forth. It’s excruciating! I don’t know if this is from teething, but it has me worried about the future. I don’t want to lose a nipple when he gets teeth!

Weight: On my home scale, he came in at an impressive 14.4 pounds on May 8. He’ll get his official weight taken at the doctor this week. They weigh him naked there. I’m not so brave.

Poop of the Week: I have two life-changing number twos to report this week. It was Mother’s Day, after all. In the first, I was wiping Harry’s butt during a diaper change when he farted and a wee bit of poop shot out onto my hand. No biggie. That actually happens a lot. I let him go to wipe my hand, averting my gaze slightly for only a few seconds. When I looked up, he was spewing forth a volcano of green, watery cottage cheese poops all over his pajamas and the changing table. It was an astonishing amount since I looked away for only a few seconds. Such a mess. The outfit may be a goner. I didn’t even try with the cover for the changing pad. It went straight to the trash. Some things are not worth saving.

In the second poop, Harry very silently filled his diaper so completely it went over the top of the diaper and out the leg holes on the right side. He outfit was covered from the knee to hip and almost impossible to remove without collateral damage. That outfit may be a goner.

Wee of the Week: No major wee incidents to report this week. After the mega poops, I’m happy to have a light wee week.


  • Chewing my frozen right index finger
  • Chewing a peeled carrot
  • John Oliver
  • My choreographed performance of Still the Same by Bob Seger (Harry thinks the dancing is hilarious.)
  • Leaving on a Jet Plane (the song I usually sing during diaper changes and when he’s flying like superman)
  • Tickling
  • Diaper changes
  • Eating and watching Ben and me eat
  • His crinkly cloth books
  • Baby Bear Sees Blue
  • Exercise


  • Chewing any other frozen finger (he’s very particular)
  • Teething
  • Tickling (his appreciation of tickling varies by the hour)
  • Sleeping

What’s Next: I’m researching solid foods and how to begin that process. It’s too early for us yet, but I’m a planner. I’ll talk to the doctor about it this week. A friend who had a baby a few weeks after Harry already has her baby on solids. I’m not ready yet, though. I need more time to adjust. This is going by way too fast!