A sleepy snow baby

It's been ridiculously cold so I've mostly avoided going outside. Though you'd think I would get cabin fever with baby, I haven't. In fact, I love being in hibernation mode. After running around all year, its nice to just stay inside and watch reruns of 16 and pregnant and be glad that I'm a) not a teen mom b) not preggo any more.

The other day, we had to venture out to the doctor's, so we needed to get him into his snow suit. Which I love because it has ears! He actually fell asleep for a bit which made the car ride much easier.

Derek was 10 lbs. 11 oz. at his 1 month check up! He's moved from being around the 50th percentile at birth and now into the 75 percentile. What an overachieving eater! Here I was panicking the last few weeks that I wasn't producing enough milk and how he ends up upchucking 1/2 of everything that I feed him. Well, no more of those worries.

Though he rarely sleeps more than 2 hours at a time, I don't mind it too much and I insist on spoiling both of us by holding him almost all the time.

Getting to know his grannies (with Cousin Elliot)

Here's Derek at his One-Month Ceremony (more to come about that) with his great grannie and her best friend, Cu Yen, who is holding cousin Elliot, 10 months. I love how Cu Yen, refers to herself as the "younger" sister of the two. Since you know, she's only 92 and my grandma is 95. Well it doesn't get much better than this for them! They were clamoring to hold the babies.

Cu Yen remarked that Derek was so handsome that when he grew up "any cent he has, some girl is going to take it from him." Hilarious. I love that she's projecting that our kid will be targeted by gold diggers.

The ultimate dreamboat

What every woman dreams of. Mike gave me the morning to relax on Saturday since this was his first full week back at work. Here he is taking care of business, holding the baby and vacuumin downstairs. I couldn't resist but to take a photo.

Ah, what more could a girl want.

One Month Old

How time flies! Our little boy is now one month old! Sorry I've been lacking on updates but the computer server at home has just been resurrected. It seemed my photos were being eaten. More updates about Derek's second month coming soon.

Breaking my own rules

Early on, I said, Don't put the baby in bed with me. What if I roll over and crush him. Plus maybe he'll get used to it too much and then he'll be sleeping with us forever. Which isn't the worse thing, but still.

So that lasted all of 3 weeks.

Derek went through what seemed like some never ending growth spurts where some days he didn't sleep all day (but did want to feed every hour). He didn't want be put down at all unless in a deep sleep. So that meant I was wearing him in a sling constantly or just carrying him about the house. Even with all the help we had, I felt exhausted.

One day while Mike was working at home, I just gave in and decided this was the time to learn to breastfeed lying down. I think it was semi-successful. We both passed out.

Luckily I didn't crush him and we both got some very needed sleep.

All I want for Christmas...

is nothing apparently, because he couldn't stay up to ask Santa for anything. Plus Baby Derek's language abilities are limited at this point. So we settled on just on a photo with Santa. What you didn't see was the 30 minutes before this when he was screaming in the mall and I had to disrobe in the food court to feed him. Ah, modesty. What was that? Lots of firsts today - first time out at the Mall (lots of other babies floating around there), first change in a public restroom (ick! but liveable). And of course, first time meeting Santa.

Derek approaches the one month mark with a lot of good progress. He's starting to get that chubby Asian baby look,that I was hoping he'd develop. I can't believe 4 weeks ago today, I somehow pushed this human out of my BODY. Insane. He's gained weight well (I think he's approaching the 10 lbs. mark using my unscientific method of weighing myself holding him and without him - accounting for clothing weight). After some back to back growth spurts in the last few weeks that almost drove me craaaaazy, he started sleeping at least 2 hours again after some feedings which is also nice. Several times in the last month I thought I was starting to hit a good point - as soon as I thought that - everything seemed to fall apart right after. It seemed I kept going back to the same sleep-deprived Square 1 that made me wonder when things would get easier. The funny thing is so many people have told us that this is the "easy part".

First Thanksgiving with Great Grandma

My grandma raised me. She came to the US when I was 2 and was my main caretaker growing up. I always looked up to her - she practically raised her two daughters on her own under very tough circumstances. She was literate, at a time when few women were in Vietnam.

I used to share a room with her until I was about 4 years old. I loved being her favorite that was until my little sister came along. I always felt so lucky to have her around all the time especially when I heard about other kids who only got to see their grandparents for special occasions and holidays. Growing up she was always the good guy, defending me and taking care of all my siblings. When I got to middle school, she moved down the street to live with my aunt. But she was always there for everything.

She's 95 (!) this year. And still in very good health. She reads, keeps up with Vietnamese soap operas and has a busier social calendar than me. When I told her I was expecting, she was over the moon. Though she never really outwardly pressured me to have kids, I know having great-grandkids was something she really looked forward too. Now this is #2 for her. Every time she comes over, she loves holding baby and dispensing her wisdom ("Don't forget to nurse on both sides, or you'll be lopsided" - gotta love grandma).