Monthly Archives: November 2010


I love this picture of Oliver. It’s so…him. Ha! He didn’t cry, which was quite a surprise but he did look at Santa Claus quite a few times. He studied his beard a lot. Uncle Brent thinks he looks like Stewie from Family Guy here. I agree!

Oliver is such a cutie pie. I don’t know what I would do without him. I just want to kiss on him all day long. His precious bald little head is my favorite spot to give him kisses. I’m happy that he brings such joy to my family and that they enjoy being around him. We are very grateful for our parents who come by to see him and baby-sit. He is starting to really come out of his shell and smile a lot more and laugh. I get teary-eyed just thinking about how happy he makes me.

Having a baby is one of the most amazing experiences anyone will ever have in their lifetime. You watch them from the moment they are born come into their own. I’ve really enjoyed watching Oliver figure things out. He just studies everything so intensely. Another amazing thing about babies is they all have clean slates. For the moment, they have no regrets, no mistakes. It’s our job to raise them the best way we know how to. There will be heartaches, slip-ups, and lessons learned along the way. It’s kind of exciting to see how my little Ollie Bear will turn out. I hope Jeremy and I raise him well. I hope he holds the doors open for people and says ‘thank you’ over simple things. I hope he is kind-hearted and easy to get along with.

I have all these hopes for Oliver, but really I just want him to be himself and enjoy life.


Prepping for the holidays…

Last night I went over to my mom’s house and took over 200 pictures of Oliver in front of her Christmas tree. Overboard? Yes…but we had such a good time doing it! He made us giggle so much. For the most part, I think he was a bit overwhelmed by all the bright lights and my camera flashing away. We gave him a candy cane to hold onto and that seemed to occupy him. He loved chewing on it, even though it was wrapped in plastic. I’m starting to think those teeth of his are never going to come in.

Today we are going to get his picture taken with Santa Claus! I am so excited to see how he reacts. He’ll probably just look at him with those big eyes of his and study him. I want him to pout his lips because I think that would be a precious 1st Christmas picture =)


I love that I’m into photography. I love capturing everyday life with Oliver, even on the mundane days when not much is going on. I already see a big difference in how he looked the day we brought him home to right now. He is looking more and more like a boy than a baby. I think he’s always had that older look about him though. Maybe it was the rice cereal that did it. He’s such a chunk now! Everyone who holds him is shocked by how heavy he is. It’s funny because I don’t even notice it…I’m used to carrying him around everywhere I go. One would think I would have nice toned arms by now, but one would be wrong.


I think we are all exhausted here in the Jacobs household. Jeremy is busy with work and school, especially now that the semester is winding down. I’m exhausted because of Oliver and just trying to get the house in order. He constantly wants to be held and I’m struggling with feelings of letting him cry it out while I get things done. It’s hard! I don’t want him to feel neglected, but I also need to get things done around the house. I should have listened to everyone when they told me I held him too much. The child doesn’t want to be put down. So, what do you do when you have a baby like that?

Taking the little man for a walk…He loved looking at everything!

Being a mom is by far the hardest thing I’ve ever done so far! It’s also the ┬ámost rewarding though. I’ve always been the type of person to procrastinate on things, even small things. As you have already learned by reading my blog, I’m having a difficult time putting Oliver in his crib. I always joke about him not realizing they cut his cord at birth, but I’m starting to think it’s me who hasn’t cut the cord. I always have him within a few feet of me…if I take a shower, he’s in his little swing in the bathroom with me playing with a toy. If I’m washing his bottles, he’s sitting in his little chair with a toy. Etc. Etc. Ha. No wonder I’m exhausted and don’t feel like I get anything done! But, I’m putting my foot down. Once and for all, I’m going to have to suck it up for a few days…weeks…whatever it takes to kind of get into a normal routine. No more 1am bedtimes for Oliver. I’m going to get myself up earlier, maybe around 8, and make sure he stays up for a few hours and then let him nap for an hour. I’ll do whatever it takes to get him on an 8 or 9pm bedtime so Jeremy and I can finally get back into the “couple” mode. I’ve been prolonging it so long that I could have already been on a normal routine with him and not feel so exhausted all the time. I want to start enjoying the daylight, especially since it’s been getting dark around 5:30.

He sure does love his Daddy!

2 Weeks…

From today I’ll be packing up the car with Jeremy and Oliver and heading to Pennsylvania. What’s crazier is that Ollie will be 6 months old on the 26th. Does time just automatically fly by once you have a child? That seems to be the case for me. Several of my friends who announced they were pregnant right before I had Oliver are now giving birth to their babies. I wasn’t like those girls…I announced my pregnancy pretty much the moment the stick said ‘pregnant.’ I couldn’t help it! I’ve never been one to hold back surprises. Jeremy usually knows what he’s getting from me for Christmas and vice versa.

I just got done cleaning up the house a little bit while Oliver slept in his swing. I hate turning on the vacuum cleaner because I think it really scares him. He always starts to scream really loud and his expression looks fearful. I put him in the swing in our bedroom and turned on the TV to the History Channel. For some reason, any time I’ve had something to do and I’ve needed something to distract Oliver, that channel always does the trick. He’s still in there right now as I’m writing this. I have a feeling that boy is going to be one smart cookie.

Yesterday, my mom and I took Ollie to my Papoo’s house, because he’s headed to Florida today for the winter. Papoo’s wife, Betty, got Ollie some new toys. He loves them! He was a little bit shy around Papoo and Betty, but the moment we put him on the floor to check out the toys he just seemed so distracted while he studied the toy and why it made noises.

Happy Birthday to my dad! He turns 58 today =)

Luckiest woman alive.

There are some days when I forget to realize how lucky I am to wake up next to a man who loves me dearly and a son we had a part in creating who will one day call me Mommy. It puts a smile on my face just thinking about it. Ollie was such a funny little man last night. He goes through these phases where he discovers a new voice and then starts to coo in that new voice. Last night was by far the best voice he’s played around with. It’s hard to describe, but I should have just grabbed the camcorder and taped him. It was really high-pitched and made him start to giggle and kick his legs. Luckiest woman alive!

I feel so good today! I went to my mom’s house yesterday and walked on the treadmill while she watched Oliver. I logged in 1 hour exactly and walked about 3.4 miles. I know that’s not a lot compared to the 4+ miles I used to walk on the treadmill within an hour, but it just put me into a totally different mood today. I’m happy and I feel motivated to continue with this health kick. My mom took my measurements and weight, so hopefully within a month we will notice somewhat of a difference. I won’t talk much about dieting anymore on here, but I will maybe update some big losses in the future. It will be such a BIG boost to my self-confidence to know at the end of this that I will have lost a good bit of weight. I just need to continue to think positively about it. I carried a human being inside of my body for over 9 months and I’m not just going to bounce back to my pre-body weight without some sweat and tears.

My mom is going to be my biggest inspiration. Over the last two years my mom has maintained an 80 pound weight loss! Music is what really helped me get through the workout yesterday…Thank you, Mr. Cee-lo Green and The Black Keys!

Two totally different genres of music, lol!


This morning, I grabbed a carton of skim milk out of the fridge and checked the expiration date just to make sure it was still good. All of a sudden, my mind flooded with memories of my pregnancy with Oliver. I remember looking at the expiration dates all during my 9+ months of being pregnant and thinking to myself “Oh my…we’re getting closer to the time when the expiration date will be Oliver’s due date!” It was exciting for me. Everything became about dates and weeks. In a way, it still is about dates and weeks now that he is actually here. Thanksgiving will be 6 months and Christmas will be 7 months. And then you add in all the milestone months and what is supposed to happen during those weeks in terms of his development. It’s kind of creepy how spot on my newsletters are that I receive via e-mail. Earlier in the week, I’ll start to think about something and then all of a sudden, I’ll get an e-mail from Birthcenter that answers the question I thought about earlier in the week.

This is Oliver pretty much every time we put him on his belly.

In the beginning, I had several friends of mine who were pregnant with me. The age difference between their babies and Oliver is about 3.5 months to only 9 days apart. Each one has developed in their own way. I began to get frustrated because it seemed like all of their babies were developing faster than Oliver. They would hit their milestones around the age where they were supposed to. Oliver would hit his a little later. I thought something was wrong with Ollie when he wasn’t laughing or smiling at 6 weeks. Looking back, it is quite silly. My baby boy has really bad acid reflux and I’ve had a difficult time getting him to do tummy time or lie down flat to do certain developmental exercises. I know he might not be on target as most of the other babies, but I no longer get frustrated about it. Every baby develops at their own pace and it’s neat to see the other ones hit their milestones. It gives me something to look forward to with Oliver. It’s so weird how one day Oliver won’t be able to do something and then the next day he will just surprise me. It usually happens, literally, overnight.

Momma’s boy and healthy living.

Ever since I can remember, friends and relatives who have come by to visit with Oliver have always commented on how in tune he is with me. They’ll say “He sure knows who his momma is,” or ” Look at how he reacts to hearing your voice.” It’s kind of hilarious how much he is attached to me. Last night, Oliver and I went to my dad’s house for an early birthday celebration. Of course Oliver knows who his Pappy is, but for some reason, he always gets a little freaked out when people hold him other than Jeremy and I. His eyes get real big and then his lower lip puffs out into a pout, followed by a panicked whimper. If I’m not in his view, he’ll whip his head around until he catches my glance. I’m not really sure when that started. We’ve always had people over, so I know it’s not something new he’s ┬ánot used to. Since we’ve been co-sleeping, I’ve noticed him tossing and turning until he curls up right into my chest. Whenever I get up in the morning, he immediately wakes up and cries until I pick him up. Ah! What have I done wrong? Probably everything.

Last night, Oliver went to bed around midnight. I laid next to him, slightly worried about the tightening in my chest that I had felt all day. I’m not sure if it was from what I had been eating over the last several days (processed, sugary foods) or maybe even a mini-panic attack. But it scared me enough to start thinking about living a healthier lifestyle. I want to be around for all of the great milestones in Oliver’s life. I want to be able to crawl around on the floor with my future grandchildren instead of being obese and arthritic. You only live life once and having a child definitely clarifies that for you. I don’t want to spend another day lying in bed at night worried that I’m having some kind of heart-related issue due to my unhealthy eating habits/laziness at the age of 26. I want to be that stereotypical family with the decal covered Subaru and 3 mountain bikes attached to the top and muddy hiking boots in the laundry room.

Hopefully over the next few months I’ll be able to report a good bit of weight loss. Walking is like therapy to me, so I just need to get out there and actually do it.

November skies…

As always, it seems like fall is almost already over and winter is taking its place. I’m wondering about taking Oliver for walks, because I don’t know if the weather would be good for him to be out in for an hour or so at a time. I’m craving some fresh air! It seems like I stay inside most of the day, only getting out when I need something from the store. I loved today though…The Jacobs stayed in their sweatpants and pajamas all day long. That must be a reason I love fall so much…it gives you a reason to just be lazy some days.


Oliver likes talking during his feedings…hence the green beans all over his bib.

I’ve been working on feeding Oliver some solids lately…he’s definitely got his favorites. Whenever I try a new food he bunches up his face into a big frown and then spits out the food. Those bibs are worthless…it just goes onto his pant legs or on his sleeves. I love having a baby around…even if that means total exhaustion, smelling like spit-up, and constantly doing laundry. It’s neat seeing him do new things every week. Last week, he was a famous composer, waving his right hand around frantically while the imaginary orchestra followed his lead. This week, he likes to study our faces with his fingers. He’s doing a lot better sitting up by himself, although he’s nowhere near being able to sit up by himself without a pillow behind him. It’s going to be interesting to see how much he’s grown between now and Christmas. I wonder if he’ll be able to take joy in ripping paper off presents. I know he won’t know what’s going on, but it still is exciting. If I had tons of money I’d probably go out and buy him tons of stuff he won’t even be able to play with until he’s two years old.

Bedtime routine.

Oliver has had his days and nights mixed up ever since we brought him home from the hospital. He likes to stay up with us until 1 or 2am and I’m always exhausted so I just sleep in with him. Well, this week all that is going to change! I’m going to wake him up every morning around 8am for a few days and see what time he starts to get sleepy at night. I want his bedtime to be a few hours before Jeremy and I go to bed. I crave some alone time…it seems like from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to bed all I have done in between is devote my full attention to Oliver. I know that’s what you are supposed to do as a mother, but I just need that little time to myself every day to get my mind together and just relax. I love my baby boy to pieces but a momma needs a break every now and again. I’m hoping this change will help him as well. Having a designated nap time and bed time might help him feel rested, therefore making him a happier baby. Let’s hope so anyway!