Rogaine anyone?

So many people have said that pregnancy is 9 months up and 9 months down, wherein I felt positively normal by week 2 (albeit sleep deprived) and had since washed my hands of this whole pregnancy thing. I had also heard of the whole hair-loss game that occurs after one has enjoyed at least 5 months of beautiful locks.  A few strands came out here and there, then I had to sweep up the floor a little more than usual, then my brush had to be emptied on the regular.  Now when I shower I can pull it out by the fistful not just once, but the entire time my hair is wet. My bathroom floor looks like a Lhasa apso is permanently taking a siesta upon it.  Now it is interesting where you can find random hairs of mine. All over my son and husband, in  the mac and cheese, hanging randomly on picture in my living room  I was falsely mistaken that new moms cut their hair off for convenience sake, oh no, its because I am losing more hair than Howie Mandel and has the texture of a Brillo pad.   

NCAA

I am an avid basketball freak show and one may think that this post is way off track from the baby game but I have a confession to make.  Hi, my name is Anne and I am addicted to boogers.  The hospital never should have sent us home with that squishy blue bulb.  Granted, we should have listened at the time the nurse explained that the aspirator could make boogers worse and be quite irritating to the poor child's nose.  So i took that as doctrine and avoided the sucker at all costs.  When my son was afflicted with a bat in the cave, I could merely just pick it out with my own nail.  Why did you do that?, you ask. It is because I have now checked myself into Nose Cleaners and Aspirators Anonymous. When you spend 70 % of the time interacting with someone where you are constantly looking up their nose, you begin to notice things.  And you are faced with this insane desire to remove it.  At first, fingernails and the tips of cotton swabs did the trick.  It was almost a game, to see if you could get that little sucker out, a sweet victory if it was a big one.  Then I broke down and used the nasal aspirator for one that was wayyy deep in there.  Talk about fun! (Yeah this is how a SAHM gets her kicks nowadays)  In one fell swoop I got that little guy out and I know that my son could certainly breathe so much better for the next several hours.  He actually smiles when you come at him with the aspirator, so that adds an element of fun to the game. I feel that I have reached a new level when I think, well his nose is just full and get a little twinge of excitement to work them out for him. 
Please help me NCAA. 

More milestones

As of now he has discovered that hands can go in the mouth; sometimes two at a time and too far makes you gag. He is starting to laugh a little bit as you can see above when he plays with daddy.  Hey, wait, I have feet is what he has learned in the past couple of days. 

Guinea Pig

Apparently the firstborn child receives the brunt of new parental flubs.  I feel that many a day I am saying, 'hmm I didn't know you had to do that'.  Now I am not referring to the basics of diapering and feeding, he is not starving and sitting in his own funk; more on the lines of I didn't know I needed to clean that.  Case and point, my husband was giving my son raspberries on his tummy and hence said, phew what is that awful smell?  Thinking that we missed a crevice in changing his diaper, I did a quick check and found no culprits.  He then noticed some fuzz sticking out of our son's belly button and he picked it out saying it smells like rotten cheese.  I cringe putting this in my blog as it makes me out like a horrible mother, but I had no idea that simple bathing was not enough to clean a belly button.  Hell, mine just gets a little leftover soap in it and is good to go, not so much when you are a little guy with a new crevice. You gotta get in there with a q-tip.  Another area of unknown cleaning, ears.  Going in for a sweet nuzzle of your baby's head leads to a gross stomach lurch of why does he smell like fish?!  Uh, yeah, you gotta scrub behind his ears DAILY.  I feel that this confession is going to have CPS knocking at my door but its true that kids do not come with manuals. I am finding it exhausting to keep up with his daily beauty routine, wherein mine is diminishing to a good shower if I am lucky.  The lack of shaving, hair washing, and eye makeup is a whole 'nother blog.  
Many veteran moms and evil books go on about how you soon learn what the different cries mean.  I must be a raging dummy as it seems that I am just getting a grasp on attending to him as he cries, and there are still times where I don't know what the hell he wants.  I suppose it all falls in a pattern of eat, hang out, and sleep.  But when that pattern falls out of whack, I am left there with a crying child that should be eating, but he just ate, so I have no idea what he is asking for.  I am sure that he is hating on me at times like, mom damn I am tired cant you tell?!  He doesn't give the usual signals that one thinks of, yawning (hell he does that all day), rubbing his eyes, (he may errantly hit them when he is flailing about), and turning his head away from activity (never seen that one).  Maybe I need to become a stoic observer of my son's every action to figure it out.  I have several pages of a notebook started with my notations of what time he ate, slept, and played,and with his temperament, but that gem of an idea often falls to the wayside as the laundry climbs out of the basket to chase me while he lays crying in his bed.  Goes to show that I am spending most of my time raising him and not watching him.