Thursday, December 30, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Our first experience with another little helmet head was at the plastic surgeon's office for Adam's consultation. I went over to talk to the mother (of said little helmet head) to find out how it was going and got a good look at her son. One eye was squinty, the other was as wide open as a cyclops. His skin around the helmet was red and scratchy and he looked, well, foul. She brought him over to see Adam, who eyeballed the boy and then looked up at me and said, "Ah Goo." "Ah Goo" is universal Adamese for, "what the hell are you getting me into." I assured him that he was too darn cute to get the permanent stink eye.
Take a look at the picture above. Yes, Ah Goo.
He's actually loving the helmet, though it's impeding some of his developmental milestones. For example, he's learned that crawling's more fun if he uses his helmet to propel himself forward rather than his hands. Look, Ma, no hands! I've caught him banging his head on the hardwood floors and deliberately rolling into furniture just to experience the inner helmet twanging sensation. The great thing is that he was helmeted during our viewing of the winter Olympics so he was able to bond with his own kind.
His sleeping sucks, truly sucks. I'm not sure if it's helmet related or teething related, but he's definitely regressed. Last night, he woke up every three hours. Crying, inconsolable. I can handle this much better now than when he was an infant and I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I still don't know what the hell I'm doing but I figure the child will sleep through the night at some point in his life. It now makes sense to me why people have children in their 20s and not their 40s; they're too young and dumb to have any expectations.
I hope all is well out there in blogland. More later.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
1. Did not detest peas. In fact, ate them all. What???
2. The tips of two little bottom teeth made their appearance. Two tiny little nubbins.
3. Reached out for his mommy. Reached his little chubby arms out for his mommy. Me. Melt.
4. Slept 11 hours last night. Hear the chorus of angels?
I am so tempted to go on and on and on about this child. I truly have become one of those women. I gush and rave and pontificate about this boy, this magical child. No one could have prepared me for how I would feel. I'm waiting for the moment someone says to me, "um, would you shut about that child, people have been loving their children for centuries." But, until then...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
night one with no swaddle -- Adam slept on his side for 4 hours then woke up screaming. He slept in fits of 2 hours the rest of the night.
night two with no swaddle -- The nanosecond I put his sound asleep body in the crib, he immediately flipped to his belly and started crying. After three pick ups and soothings, he went to sleep and repeated the pattern from night one.
night three -- ditto. mom cries. yells at dad. surely it's his fault.
And so on.
So I ask, what the hell? How can a baby who's used to sleeping 8+ hours a night revert to a newborn?