X's FIRST HAIRCUT...

Well...the title is pretty self explanatory.  Yes.  Today X had his first haircut.  It was, by no means, a legit haircut.  No pictures were taken, no fancy kids barber was visited.  This was quite literally his first haircut.  As in, I had to cut his hair over my bathroom sink and try not to poke his eye out.  See, I'm not sure how noticeable it is in pictures, but X's hair touches his ears...or should I say touched.  I guess this was starting to bother him because he kept scratching at his ears.  At first I was afraid he had an ear infection, but lo and behold, once I trimmed his lovely baby locks the ear scratching stopped.  Oh how I miss my baby's little curls.  It made him look so innocent and cute.  I think he looks so different now that those little tendrils are gone.  Now he looks so mature.  I know, I know.  I'm loco.  I think I'm probably the only one that notices it.  Can you tell the difference?

Doesn't he look sad?

THE STATS ARE IN!

X had his 6 month check-up today and *drum roll*, he is now 18lbs and just over 27".  He's healthy, right on track, and doing fab!  X's dad and I couldn't be more...relieved!  I always dread these well baby visits because although we're finding out how X's development is going, it also means he's going to be getting poked with some needles, and that hurts my heart.  That first cry after the first prick is heartbreaking.  I don't think I'll ever get used to it, however, I do think X is getting used to it...or he's developing a thicker skin.  Who knows, but this time X didn't cry for very long.  After a few seconds he was fine.

When we were leaving X's appointment I ran into someone.  I guess I know her, but I cannot, for the life of me, figure out who she is.  She said "hi" to me and I just stared blankly at her.  "Who are you?", I'm thinking to myself.  I felt really bad because I wasn't even able to fake like I knew who she was.  I seriously question if maybe she mistook me for someone else, but I think she said my name.  I can't remember now, but it was awkward, and now she probably thinks I'm some snobby bitch.  Yes.  Contrary to what you all think, I am not a bitch unless you act like a bitch to me.  I know.  probably not the best way to tackle life, and X, I hope you aren't like this, but as I've aged my patience and tolerance has dwindled drastically.  I also am a quiet person by nature, which some people may mistake for being stuck up.  I'm not sure why I feel like I have to explain myself.  Moving on.

On Sunday we took X to Nisei Week.  It was the last day and I just wanted to stop by and check it out.  It used to be so much better.  Now it just kind of feels like any other day with extra activities and a lot more people.  After Nisei Week we went to 3rd Street Promenade again.  My parents haven't been there in a while, and my mom loves to shop more than I do, so we decided to head out west.  We did some shopping (mainly for X) and while we were at Restoration Hardware's baby store some guy asked us if he could take a picture of X.  I'm not going to lie.  I was kind of weirded out by the whole thing.  I mean, no harm, no foul, but still...oh well.  What's done is done.  I'm just surprised X's dad was okay with it (future helicopter parent).  I thought he would have put the kibosh on that request real fast.  I was trying to think of a cleaver analogy to put after that, but I am sooooo tired.

One last thing before my head hits my pillow.  On Friday X had a mall date with his bff Jeremy.  While we were perusing the stores I came upon these headbands that, I think, are the cutest things ever, and of course I had to put them on X and take pictures of it.  Poor guy hated it.  I am so tempted to go back and buy him a couple so I can set up some type of picture theme, but no.  I won't humiliate him any further...not with those headbands at least.  I've been told I need to birth a girl next.  OMG...please don't be mad at me for posting this son.  I love you!  After the mall I picked up X's dad and X's uncle T, and we went to happy hour...at a bowling alley...ahahahahaha...yeah...this is how you manage happy hour with a baby.  After that we ditched X and met up with more friends to have some babyless fun.  The next day when I woke up I immediately regretted my decision to drink the night before and vowed to never drink again.  Psych!  Yeah right.  I promise I will not drink for one whole week.  Who said mom's can't have fun.  I poo on you.  And with that crass comment I'm out.  Sugar plum dreams await me.  G'night.

He obviously hated this.

6 MONTHS...OH THE POO!

Boy does time fly.  A couple of days ago X turned six months old.  I know I often say this, but it feels like yesterday when X's dad and I were bringing him home from the hospital.  He was so tiny and fragile and now he's this giant baby.  I'm still not sure on his most recent stats since his six month check-up isn't until Monday, but I think he's around 18lbs.  That's 12lbs heavier than his birth weight.  I can barely carry his car seat while he's in it.  He's sitting up like a pro now, and is starting to try the crawling thing out.  It's so cute when he puts his butt up in the air trying to move.  Something else that is also growing...err...getting larger, are his poops.  Man this baby has some massive poops.  So far in this week alone we've had 3 blow outs.  WTF!?!  Does everyones baby shit this much??  I know what you're thinking.  I must be using diapers that are too small.  But no.  It's not that.  This little baby is a poop monster.  Ick!

 On that note, the other day X's dad and I went to eat lunch and our waitress mentioned that she too has a 6 month old.  This girl was tiny.  Like skinny.  Like I couldn't even tell she had a baby.  I immediately wanted to stop shoving food in my mouth, but that didn't happen because I like food way too much right now.  I mean...just 5 minutes ago I threw down not one, but two, yes two, cheese rolls from Porto's.  Those things are my kryptonite.  See...this is why I can't shake the damn baby weight.  I originally had a one month goal, but that failed miserably.  Then I thought that by the six month mark I'd be back in my normal clothes.  Nope.  This fatty is still rocking the elastic waist bands.  So gross.  Look at me.  So pathetic.  Talk about #firstworldproblems.

Coincidentally I'm also on Yelp trying to find a baby friendly happy hour spot.  I am my own worst enemy.  The booze.  The food.  Gluttony at it's finest.  #YOLO?  Tomorrow X has a mall date with his buddy Jeremy.  I'm really going to try my hardest to 1) not buy everything I see and 2) not eat everything I see.  #Thestruggleisreal.  Are the hashtags getting annoying?  I can't help it.  I'm in a mood.

X has not been sleeping well at all lately.  He's been waking up multiple times at night.  He's going through a growth spurt and teething and I've heard that, that could be the cause for his sleep struggles, but g** damn.  I miss sleep.  I thought sleep was supposed to increase as they get older.  I think I have a defect.  What makes it worse is that I'm a night owl and I don't usually go to sleep until 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning, so when I'm barely entering REM X is waking up which totally screws me up.  I've tried sleeping earlier, but it's so hard for me.  I like having my alone time.  It's my time to work on the things I need to do without having to entertain X, like this blog for example, and Yelping happy hour spots.  Night time is also, as you all know, my favorite time to indulge in my trashy TV addiction.  Sleep is important, but I love my trashy TV.  I need.  And with that I'm going to end this post here because I still have some Yelpin' to do and some TV to watch.  G'night y'all!

*I remember saying that I wouldn't post super embarrassing pictures of X on this blog but I take that back.  Those massive shits son.  The ones that require rinses in the sink.  I've earned this.

X IN OC

Today X went to his first fair.  The OC Fair is in it's last week and since Wednesdays are free with a donation we decided to check it out.  Man was it hot!  Way too hot for me, the stroller pusher.  X didn't seem to mind the heat that much though.  I mean...why would he when he gets to lounge in luxury with a bug net and fan.  Toys at arms reach and a bottle full of his favorite drink (milk of course!) and he's set.

I personally am not a very big fan of fairs.  I'm not really into the rides or the games, but the food...what diet?  So let me tell you.  Once I got to the fair I was starving'.  I hadn't eaten, saving my stomach for fair food.  Big mistake.  I totally ordered hungry and almost immediately regretted my decision.  I decided on a corn dog and some onion rings so I went to get my fried goodness and that shit was $21.50!  For a f**king corn dog and onion rings!  I had to ask my cashier twice if that was really the total.  Once I got my food I understood why the price was so inflated.  My corn dog was big enough to feed 3 people and the onion rings were huge!  Too bad neither the corn dog or the onion rings were really very good.  Huge disappointment actually.  X wasn't even interested in the food and he's ALWAYS interested in food.

So...5000 calories later and I'm feeling disgusting and unsatisfied.  I'm already ready to go, but heck no we aren't leaving yet since Costa Mesa isn't exactly a hop, skip, and a jump away; plus I needed to walk off all the fat that's starting to find a home on my ass.  So we walked the fair and stumbled upon the Turkey Derby?  I can't remember what it was called, but we decided to stay and watch that.  It was funny, but also very wtf.  Why am I watching turkey's race?  Moving on.  

After a couple of hours it was time to feed the hippo (me) again.  This time it was some BBQ.  That was much better, but still not great.  I just don't think I like fair food anymore.  Oh well...it's probably better that way.  Once meal number two was consumed I was very much over the fair, as was X, and decided it was time to kick rocks.  BUT before we left X had to ride the merry-go-round.  It was his first ever merry-go-round ride, and at first he was scared, but then he got used to it.  I'm still unsure if he liked it or not, but he's probably still too young to know what he really likes anyway.  

Overall X's first fair was a cool experience.  It obviously will be a lot more fun once he's old enough to play the games and go on the rides, and stuff his face with his mama.  Well...I'm pooped and I have some trashy TV to watch.  Oh man...forgot about the damn pumping thing too.  grrr.  

HOT SUMMER NIGHTS

 It's been a minute since I've last updated X's blog-o'-memories.  I've not only been completely busy taking care of X, but I've also not been feeling the whole writing thing.  Sometimes it's just not there ya know?  Due to the lack of interest, I failed to do a five month post, which is fine since I absolutely hated how his five month themed picture turned out.  I don't know what I was thinking posting that on Instagram.  Speaking of Instagram, I used to have a link to this blog in my profile, but the other day I got a notice that I could no longer have that link posted there because of the .blogspot address.  Wtf is up with that?  Lame.  I like having that link available there, and since I'm not able to keep it there, this little memory keeper might be moving elsewhere.

  

With that out of the way, the past couple of weeks have been somewhat uneventful in terms of X appropriate activities.  Lately we've been doing more Mommy & Daddy type of activities.  You know...hanging out in bars, getting drunk at BBQ's, that sort of thing.  Yesterday we we're planning on taking X to the OC Fair, but that shit was packed!  Trying to get into the parking lot was a panic attack waiting to happen.  So instead of trying to maneuver through the masses we headed over to Huntington Beach where we found another mob of people due to the US Open of Surfing.  I'm being dramatic.  It actually wasn't too bad.  By the time we got there the competition had been over for the day and the crowd had dissipated.  There was still quite a few people, but it was way more manageable than the fair would have been.  Plus we only went there to eat.  We took X to eat at Duke's.  Well...more like we took him to watch us eat.  I feel so bad when he has to sit there and watch X's dad and me shove food into our fat faces.  He always follows the food and looks so sad.  So curious.  So left out.  I'm sorry son.  You have a lifetime ahead of you to try new foods and eat your way through life.  You're toothless now, so basically you can look, but you can't touch.  After Duke's we headed back to the bubble put X to bed and ditched him with my parents to go booze it up at the local watering hole.  I know...great parents we are huh?  Hey...parenting is hard stuff.  It's good to get out and hang with adults only, every once in a while.  I spend 24/7 with X.  I'm sure he wants time away from me too sometimes.  It's funny because I always joke around about us being sick of each other.  I'll tell X's dad that X and I don't like each other right now, but sometimes it's probably true.  I love him, but just like anything else, if it's always in your face you're going to want to get away from it.  Call off the firing squad!  You know you think it too all you other parents out there.  You just won't admit it out loud.  Just because I feel that way doesn't mean I don't love X.  I'd do anything for that kid.  I'm just keeping it real.

On that note, there have been quite a few things irking me lately, and I'm not going to go into it in this post, but this is fair warning that there will probably soon be a post ranting and raving about the shit on mind.

Since this is a blog about X, posts about who and what I hate can wait.  I feel like such a b.i.t.c.h. wanting to do that, on my sons blog no less, but it's a reality he will eventually know.  You're not going to like everyone, or everything, and sometimes it's healthy to express that dislike in a way that doesn't single out a specific person, but still gets you're message across...hopefully.  Yes.  This probably is teaching him how to be passive-aggressive and how to not confront the problem, but sometime the problem isn't with a single person or about a single thing.  It just blankets over a bunch of stuff and the easiest way to get your point across is to write about it on some blog no one reads.  I digress.

It's early and I'm still tired from last night so let's get to the milestones of X and save the complaining for later.  As you can see from some of the pictures, X is beginning to sit up on his own.  I love it.  I think it looks so cute.  His big ole' head and little baby body.  I call him my little bobble head.  I know.  So mean huh?  Blame your big head on your dad kiddo.  Mom's got a normal sized, albeit a little small, head.  You're still a cutie so it doesn't matter, but later on when you want to wear hats, well...good luck with that.  Kidding.  Hopefully you'll grow into it.  So not only can X sit up on his own, but he has also started using his ability to roll, to get around.  He's my little rollie pollie rolling around on the floor to get a toy he wants.  Or to "explore".  It's quite adorable, but that only means that I have to keep an extra close eye on him.  So gone are the days where I could just abandon him on his play mat and do something else.  Guess it's finally time to get a baby gate. 

Well, it's about that time to get the kiddo up and ready for the day.  He's got a pool party to attend later.  Such the party animal this guy.  Until next time.  Stay cool!