life with a new baby
Archive for November, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving!
Nov 26th
We had a marvelous day, chowing down on delicious, and I do mean DELICIOUS food and taking a million pictures of Nathan on his very first Thanksgiving at Paul’s grandmother’s house (Nathan’s great-grandmother.)
I even gave him a bite of banana pudding.
He loved it. He moved it slowly around in his mouth, chewing the soft graham-cracker pieces and making delightful “Mmmmmm” noises.
After we ate, I sat with Nathan on the couch and took this video:
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Ce6_xWRuO0
I think he wanted to tell me just how delicious that banana pudding tasted. It was good a taste of heaven.
All in all, Nathan had a wonderful day, even though he didn’t take his nap. Not only did he really enjoy that bite of banana pudding, but he even thrilled himself by running his hands along the couch’s upholstery, feeling the texture. But when his exhaustion with all the excitement started getting to him, all I had to do was whip out the camera.
HE STOPS CRYING.
He really loves having his picture/video taken. He’ll even cry when I put the camera away. So to keep him pacified, I alternated between taking his picture and recording videos.
Hey, whatever works, right?
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_OiwDISUEc
Even More Talk of Poopage
Nov 25th
Yep. This is another one of THOSE posts that I do. Another one talking about poop. But that’s to be expected… as documented here and here, and mega-poopage can be found here. But it wouldn’t be a blog about a baby if I didn’t talk about poop, right?
For the past couple months or so, Nathan’s been constipated. Ever since we introduced solid foods, starting with applesauce. I’ve tried suggestions from other people… oatmeal, bananas, prunes… but to no avail. I tried giving him water, but he doesn’t like it and won’t swallow it.
Literally. I even tried giving it to him via syringe, as recommended by his pediatrician. But Nathan just held it in his mouth, groaned a few times, and then just spit it all out. It dribbled down his chin and drenched his clothes. He spit the remaining water out, showering me with it. So then I tried giving him some diluted juice. He didn’t like that either.
The poor little guy is really constipated. The last time Paul changed his diaper, Nathan was playfully pounding his legs down on the changing table. Evidently, Paul didn’t move the soiled diaper far enough from Nathan’s piston legs. Those little legs thudded heavily onto the soiled diaper.
DIRECTLY INTO HIS POOP.
But Nathan was so constipated that his sock left a mere sock print in it. A round little turd with a sock print. There was practically no mess. No splattering. Nothing hideous.
There was very little poop on his sock.
I feel so bad for the little guy because I personally think it sucks to be constipated. Like I said, nothing I’ve tried seems to help. Not even the prunes.
The Malevolent Laughter of Cats
Nov 24th
Sometimes when you have pets, they start thinking they’re human after a while.
And, embarrassingly enough, sometimes you treat them as if they were human.
Sometimes, when you are on the brink of losing your sanity due to lack of adult conversation for the duration of the day, you play pranks on them. Because you have NOTHING BETTER TO DO than talk baby-talk with you baby, clean the house, and play pranks on your pets.
So anyways, the other day, Kayli and Andrew were snuggled contentedly against each other, basking in each other’s fuzzy body heat. Under the curious gaze of Turbo (not pictured) and his tail (pictured.)
Of course, when I see animals who are peacefully sleeping in such a comfortable position, I JUST CAN’T HELP IT.
I have to do SOMETHING.
So I sneak up as quietly as my creaking bones will allow.
Kayli opens her eyes slightly. Andrew stretches and rolls contentedly onto his back and grunts with warm satisfaction. Grunts, I tell you!
So, with a mischievous smile, I bend over to poke Andrew’s exposed belly. Because that’s what I do when a cat is sleeping peacefully on his back with his belly exposed. I POKE THEM.
I bend over.
And my body starts popping. Just like it does when I’m trying to sneak into Nathan’s room to check on him while he’s napping.
I try to engage in The Stance (mentioned here) but to no avail.
The cats instantly wake up. They see my outstretched finger poised in midair. And, I swear, they laugh at me. LAUGHED AT ME! With creepy glowing eyes!
Ok, maybe they weren’t really laughing at my impending old age. Or my creaking bones. Maybe they were just yawning. But still. It looks eerily similar to malevolent laughter to me.
Like they just envisioned poking me in my sleep…
Thought of the Day
Nov 23rd
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Aww thanks, Tina, it was good to see you too! I wish I could have talked to you more... I ...
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Thank you, I appreciate that. It's so cool to hear people say that we look alike... I've been told there ...
Awww... what really nice photos! You two look so alike, especially with the way you smile.