Week 16

Oh My God I'm losing my hair. First it was my mind, now it's my hair. The past week I've been shedding worse than the cat - huge clumps of hair have been falling out and covering the house. Apparently this is normal after you have a baby according to my hairdresser. I eventually couldn't take it anymore (Liam was starting to resemble a small fuzzy animal with my strands constantly all over him and pulling them out of his mouth while feeding was not pleasant either) and decided to chop off the locks. I am now sporting a much more sassy, less hairy bob. I swore I wouldn't cut my hair short like so many moms, but as with everything else I swore I wouldn't do pre-mommyhood, that went down the toilet. Even the vacuumn cleaner was starting to gag from all the hair.

This weekend we went over to Vancouver for our first 1 year old birthday party - our friends Gary & Kerry were throwing it for their little girl Taya (what a cutie she is) and it was complete chaos for 3 hours - 26 adults and 9 babies all around the same age running around getting into everything. Ian and I were exhausted at the end - we definitely need more time to get used to the physical requirements of a crawling/walking tot. I now appreciate how mellow and "easy" Liam is. He slept in Taya's bouncy chair almost the entire time and once he woke up there were plenty of arms to carry him around. At least we have 8 more months to work up the energy. Hopefully by then my hair will have stopped falling out. I can just imagine Liam crawling around sticking things in his mouth and choking up on carpet hairballs.

Our exciting news for the week is that we just booked a trip to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic to see my parents. We arrive Sept 8th and will be staying together at an all-inclusive resort. Babysitting and free drinks here we come! Ian took me to get a bikini as an early birthday present. Forget the itsy bitsy teeny weeny - I am now sporting the "my gut is gross" post birth tankini bikini. No one in their right mind wants to see my belly - it's so wobbly I could do party tricks with it. Liam will be sporting a nice full body sun suit and big sun hat - since he hates hats it should be fun trying to get him to wear one. Hats are the least of our worries though - it will be interesting to see how he deals with two long flights - I'm sure I'll have some good stories. The dumb agent with US Airways asked Ian if we needed to add our infant on the return flight as well - of course my witty husband replied "no we're leaving him in the Dominican". She didn't have much of a sense of humour.

Speaking of sense of humour - Liam is finding all sorts of things funny these days - first it was my sneezes, now it ranges from looking at himself in the mirror, to watching me wiggle my eyebrows, to blowing on his belly. He has the cutest giggles, but of course that's expected since he is dead cute all around. He now rolls onto his tummy to fall asleep which I don't like at all - as soon as he is out, one of us will roll him onto his back and generally he'll stay that way until he wakes up and we play the roll over game again. He is also increasing in the drool department - I give it another week or so and we'll be into the bibs. It's all about sticking things in his mouth and sucking on them like a mad man - most of the time it's his fingers, his soother or Mr. Turtle's head. I can see the little white nodules on his bottom gums - if he cuts a tooth while we're travelling on vacation I'll throw myself out of the plane. Mr. Barfy is still on a "I'm going to throw up after every feed" streak and can usually aim past the burp cloths hitting us down the arms and on the floor. Between the drool, barf and the occasional power poops (he now manages to blow poo right out the sides of his diapers) I am once again oggling the saran wrap in my kitchen drawer. I wonder what US Airways will think when I show up at the airport with my suitcase in one hand and a naked saran wrapped baby under my arm - probably ask if he's checked or carry on luggage.