Tuesday, December 26, 2006

So Big!

Hmm, been farting around with the new version of blogger. I was stoked to change to a new template, but I'm not sure this is the one of my dreams... might have to get into the HTML a bit. Eeeek!

On a totally different front, wanna see something cute? The little dude turned 6 months over the holiday, so he reached a big milestone. The one where you start eating solid (well, barely even semi-solid, but you get the idea...) foods. So here he is enjoying his first bowl of (mostly breast milk) rice cereal...

And here he is sad that it is all gone...

It is so fun to feed a baby and not be in pain! Hope everyone had a great holiday and didn't make themselves sick with too much stuffing. Burp.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Feeling Contrite

Sorry 'bout the crankiness last time, the only excuse I have is that I don't work well on limited sleep. See, the little family and I took a quick trip back east for a week long combined business/holiday visit. Unfortunately the trip did not pan out as planned. We got a startling call in the airport on the way there. My sister, who has been trying to conceive for eight years found out that the wee babe in her womb has an incompletely formed spine. As if the transition to parenthood weren't difficult enough, they will be faced with perhaps many additional challenges.

It actually was providential that we were on our way there, there is almost nothing one can do for others during their period of sorrow and confusion even when one is in the same locale. There is even less that one can do from 3,000 miles away. So we grocery shopped, cooked some wholesome meals, and did some dishes. And held onto each other and cried some.

So everything is a bit more settled now, sis and bro-in-law are psyched up to provide a supportive and empowering home for their new arrival. And crazy Aunt 'Hoop is already planning on some extensive googling for adaptive ski equipment and climbing harnesses.

Aside from all that nonsense, what was actually making me intolerably cranky is the fact that our wee one seems to have forgotten how to sleep during our journey. Two nights out of the seven on the trip he cried literally for hours in the middle of the night. The night-before-last he wailed every two hours. Last night he cried every hour. Naps have gone from an hour and a half to fifteen minutes. Picking him up makes him cry more. We've called the nurse, but there seems to be nothing physically wrong.

So wish me luck for tonight, so far he's been down more than two hours, and I've only heard one cry. However, being the pessimist, I'm not holding my breath. But I should be napping, so off I go. And I'm feeling particularly schmoopy, so consider yourself sloppily hugged, 'mkay?

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

If You Can't Say Anything Nice...

I've got nothing to say that isn't cranky. I'll try again later.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Kick Off Your Sunday Shoes...

What with my hair still falling out in post-pregnancy clumps, I thought I'd save it the trouble and cut it all off. So here I am footloose and hair free...

I might be hair free, but as usual, I am smirk-ful!

Monday, December 04, 2006

Just Like A Jaccuzzi

The little dude, like many infants, is pretty darned cranky in the evenings. From the hours of 5:30 pm until jammie time at 7:30 it is all the Hub and I can do to keep him from perma -wailing. One of the distraction tactics that we have found is the moonlight/headlamp neighborhood ramble. The little spud is stunned to silence by the moon moving behind the tree branches. Generally very popular and efficacious.

Another tactic that we have used with some success is the evening bath. What's not to enjoy, what with the nakedness and partial immersion? (And the toes, did I mention the toes?) Unfortunately, I tired to milk this activity past the point of no return the other evening and ended up with a little dish I like to call "Baby Swimming in Poo Stew". I do not recommend it. And I just have to say that it brings a whole new meaning to the concept of Brownian Motion.

So if you see us out wandering around the neighborhood in the dark some evening, that is why. We have sworn off those crazy things called baths.