We went to the zoo today. We got a family membership that covers Pat, Aidan and I and two guests anytime. We saw lots of animals. But that's not even the half of what happened today.
AIDAN TURNED OVER BY HIMSELF. He was on his tummy and turned over to the right onto his back. He balanced all weird and looked like a break dancer for about 6 seconds and then FLIP! He looked very proud of himself. It happened over night. He was a little worm and now in one day he's doing crazy things. Besides the fact that he can turn over (okay I know it's only once, but maybe it will happen again), he can almost crawl. I am not even kidding. He can scooch himself about a 1/2 inch at a time and when he figures out how to use his arms, he is off. Two weeks ago he couldn't hold his head up every well when he was on his tummy and now he is practically mobile.
I jumped up and screamed when he turned over. I am so glad I didn't miss it.
- The Mother
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Sunday, April 10, 2005
The Maiden Voyage
Well we went on our first official weekend trip with the boy. I drank ridiculous amounts of caffeine today and am therefore awake at 11:30pm when I really shouldn't be, so I thought I would at least write something.
On this trip we got to visit Casey, Rachel and Bella, which was cool, eat super yummy dim sum (a crazy sensory experience, not just taste here folks, you are immediately accosted with trays and trays of wonderful food and you're like "YES! NO! AHHHHH! no more!" they even make the broccoli seem like a special delicacy), eat super yummy crepes/beef stroganoff, and other general vacationy stuff like walking around and buying a sweater at old navy because you didn't pack well (oops, my bad).
Aidan slept last night in the hotel from 10pm-5:30am and I about died. it was magical. if not tomorrow, in less than one week he is going to be on 5 ounces of formula. it's weird because over the course of one week, he started eating his full 4oz. bottles and now is ready for more. this is after ages of fighting with him to eat 2 ounces and worrying if he is gaining weight properly (we don't have a scale). there is a possibility that he could start rice cereal in about a month, but we will see if the pediatrician agrees. Rachel speculated he might like "real" food more than formula, and she may be right. who knows what's going on in their little minds.
anyway, other than that things are the same. he is still the most gorgeous baby who has ever lived. yay!
p.s. we (Aidan and I, patrick came too), started a baby class called Infant Times I through the SBCC extension/adult ed program. it's a class for moms/dads and babies and you learn songs and play with your children, they teach you basic sign language to use with your baby, and teach you about infant massage and how your baby is developing etc. When I asked the teacher (Laura Sobell, a child development specialist) a general question about a child's physical development she answered it and then told me not to worry, that Aidan was "advanced" for his age. I said, "really?" and she said, "oh yeah, those wiry ones always do everything early!" Aidan is wiry and advanced. And it wasn't me that said it. yay! I was right! ;)
On this trip we got to visit Casey, Rachel and Bella, which was cool, eat super yummy dim sum (a crazy sensory experience, not just taste here folks, you are immediately accosted with trays and trays of wonderful food and you're like "YES! NO! AHHHHH! no more!" they even make the broccoli seem like a special delicacy), eat super yummy crepes/beef stroganoff, and other general vacationy stuff like walking around and buying a sweater at old navy because you didn't pack well (oops, my bad).
Aidan slept last night in the hotel from 10pm-5:30am and I about died. it was magical. if not tomorrow, in less than one week he is going to be on 5 ounces of formula. it's weird because over the course of one week, he started eating his full 4oz. bottles and now is ready for more. this is after ages of fighting with him to eat 2 ounces and worrying if he is gaining weight properly (we don't have a scale). there is a possibility that he could start rice cereal in about a month, but we will see if the pediatrician agrees. Rachel speculated he might like "real" food more than formula, and she may be right. who knows what's going on in their little minds.
anyway, other than that things are the same. he is still the most gorgeous baby who has ever lived. yay!
p.s. we (Aidan and I, patrick came too), started a baby class called Infant Times I through the SBCC extension/adult ed program. it's a class for moms/dads and babies and you learn songs and play with your children, they teach you basic sign language to use with your baby, and teach you about infant massage and how your baby is developing etc. When I asked the teacher (Laura Sobell, a child development specialist) a general question about a child's physical development she answered it and then told me not to worry, that Aidan was "advanced" for his age. I said, "really?" and she said, "oh yeah, those wiry ones always do everything early!" Aidan is wiry and advanced. And it wasn't me that said it. yay! I was right! ;)
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Totally gross
Well, it finally happened...I just changed my first poopy diaper. Let me take you back to the scene:
The morning was still. Almost too still. The day's first light had broken over the mountains, and the air was cool. The faint glow from my laptop illuminated the room. I didn't know that today I would lose my soul.
The boy took his early morning bottle sloppily if not uneventfully. But then I heard the Grunt. And another. And then a pop. An angel cried. That's when the stench of warm death wafted under my unwilling nostrils. Assassin!
Yes, I panicked. Fear was a factor for me, for I was alone with the boy. Could I wait a couple hours until Brenna woke up to have her change his diaper? Yes. I mean, No. Could I? Dammit.
In my frenetic mind, I replayed the past poopy-diaper changes I've seen. How did she manipulate the baby wipes and the flailing legs so expertly, so calmly? I unbuttoned the boy's pajamas, took my last breath, and unsealed the diaper.
I must have passed out momentarily, because the next few seconds were a blur. Then I remembered. I remembered everything. Oh, the humanity!
With a wipe in hand like a priest's cross, I took another look at the unholy mass. I knew what I had to do - what any reasonable man would do: I woke up the boy's mama.
My uselessness, no doubt, did not surprise her. That's why she woke up without complaint and proceeded with the thankless task, like a woman who has given up hope that help would ever come. But in a practically unfathomable act, I stopped her. I would do it myself, I bravely said with trembling lips.
After a few stretches and a silent prayer, I steeled myself for what I had to do. They would make me a major after this, but I wasn't in their army anymore...
I will spare you the details here, except for this witness: it wasn't human. A dozen baby wipes later, the dirty deed was done, and the threat dissipating with the foul air. In my proudest moment, I had lived so that others could regale my story in song. An hour or so later, I am beginning to regain my sense of smell and sight in my left eye.
But hark...was that ANOTHER grunt I just heard? Are the gods displeased, turning the sky dark? Crap. It's back. And this time it's personal. BRENNAA!!!......
- Patrick the Poo-Slayer
The morning was still. Almost too still. The day's first light had broken over the mountains, and the air was cool. The faint glow from my laptop illuminated the room. I didn't know that today I would lose my soul.
The boy took his early morning bottle sloppily if not uneventfully. But then I heard the Grunt. And another. And then a pop. An angel cried. That's when the stench of warm death wafted under my unwilling nostrils. Assassin!
Yes, I panicked. Fear was a factor for me, for I was alone with the boy. Could I wait a couple hours until Brenna woke up to have her change his diaper? Yes. I mean, No. Could I? Dammit.
In my frenetic mind, I replayed the past poopy-diaper changes I've seen. How did she manipulate the baby wipes and the flailing legs so expertly, so calmly? I unbuttoned the boy's pajamas, took my last breath, and unsealed the diaper.
I must have passed out momentarily, because the next few seconds were a blur. Then I remembered. I remembered everything. Oh, the humanity!
With a wipe in hand like a priest's cross, I took another look at the unholy mass. I knew what I had to do - what any reasonable man would do: I woke up the boy's mama.
My uselessness, no doubt, did not surprise her. That's why she woke up without complaint and proceeded with the thankless task, like a woman who has given up hope that help would ever come. But in a practically unfathomable act, I stopped her. I would do it myself, I bravely said with trembling lips.
After a few stretches and a silent prayer, I steeled myself for what I had to do. They would make me a major after this, but I wasn't in their army anymore...
I will spare you the details here, except for this witness: it wasn't human. A dozen baby wipes later, the dirty deed was done, and the threat dissipating with the foul air. In my proudest moment, I had lived so that others could regale my story in song. An hour or so later, I am beginning to regain my sense of smell and sight in my left eye.
But hark...was that ANOTHER grunt I just heard? Are the gods displeased, turning the sky dark? Crap. It's back. And this time it's personal. BRENNAA!!!......
- Patrick the Poo-Slayer
Monday, April 04, 2005
About a boy, part deux...
Aidan is changing so much every day, it's hard to believe.
- he has this little toy maraca that his grandma Emily got for him. He likes to hang onto it and shake his little hand. it semi-scares him, but when I sing to it, he laughs.
- he is on the verge of turning over... on the verge (from stomach to back). I can see his muscles straining in that capacity but he can't quite make it happen yet.
- he holds his head up very well and when he leans on his boppy, his tummy time is excellent. He has a little trouble with the flat-on-the-stomach tummy time still but I assume by the end of his 3rd month, he will be doing mini pushups just like the book says he will.
- he FINALLY started eating 3-4 ounces consistently at every feeding and sleeps for long periods at night. last night he slept from 10pm-4am and then again after he ate til 8:30am. but I won't jinx anything by saying that will stay the same. one can only hope.
- he is starting to get interested in my cat, Texas, and she is starting to get interested in him. what result this will have? I have no idea.
- he coos and talks and smiles all the time.
- his witching hour is somewhere around 7-8pm and he just gets pissed every night at this time. it's unavoidable.
- someone guessed that he was a month old a few days ago. so yes, he is still small for his age, but if pat and I measured almost correctly, he is going on 22 inches now.
- he prefers to stand rather than sit; weird but true.
- his eyes are still gray-blue! yay for blue eyes winning out! it's official.
that's about it for now... can't think of anything else. He is awesome and getting so much more awesome every day. Pat and I are obsessed and in love.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Aidan laughs!
On April Fool's day no less! Sure, he has kind of chuckled before, but today while laying on his changing table looking at his little mobile, he laughed for a period of time and it sounded genuinely joyful, not just like an accident. Patrick and I laughed too and were too late to catch it on video, just like every other thing. :)
- brenna
- brenna
Aidan to appear in Hollywood movie!!
Apparently, a movie producer saw Aidan's pictures and wanted him to play a small part in an upcoming movie, "Spring Break 2: Babies Gone Wild"!!
It's a Pulp Fiction-meets-Caddyshack-type story where kidnapped babies are raised by the Russian mafia (South Beach chapter) to be trash-talking, milk-drinking, mushroom-cloud laying toddlers of terror...who play golf. This will also feature John Travolta, who continues his proud tradition of movies with talking babies. Ok, it won't win any awards, but it's a good, clean flick for kids and small animals to see.
April Fool's Day...bunNNG!
It's a Pulp Fiction-meets-Caddyshack-type story where kidnapped babies are raised by the Russian mafia (South Beach chapter) to be trash-talking, milk-drinking, mushroom-cloud laying toddlers of terror...who play golf. This will also feature John Travolta, who continues his proud tradition of movies with talking babies. Ok, it won't win any awards, but it's a good, clean flick for kids and small animals to see.
April Fool's Day...bunNNG!
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