Saturday, January 14, 2012

Weeks 36-37: Careful What You Wish For


Things I have learned:
Sammy seems to really like swimming, for two reasons. 1) I think it’s fun to be in the water and he was having fun splashing and kicking, etc… 2) He was attempting to drink up (maybe “lap up” is the better expression) the entire pool

How to deal with an anti-napper? Let him swim for an hour.  Sammy slept for 3, yes that’s 3 (!) hours after swimming

Someone needs to explain this to me. Danielle and I have a system – we alternate days when one of us has to get up to feed Sammy. Last week, on Danielle’s days Sammy got up at 7am consistently. On my days, He likes to wake up at 5:30-6:30!!!! What gives? I suppose I could hang my hat on the fact that he’s eager to see me?

It’s official. And I can admit when I was wrong. Sammy does not hate vegetables. He just truly hates anything that he cannot feed to himself.  Crap.

If you put 2 kids in a bath together, does that make them more like brother and sister? Or are they likely to look back at that awkward moment in their early twenties, feel mild embarrassment but then realize the love each other and go get married. Just asking…

Sammy has been going through a bit of a dad phase. This means that he only wanted to be held by me, yada, yada….While this may have been frustrating for mom, at some point this turned into “dad week gone bad”. One minute it was all hugs and smiles, the next it was “I’m going to scream every time you leave the room” or “no way in hell are you going to pass me off to someone else I’m only going to tolerate being held by you”. You know it got bad when Danielle went from being annoyed to sympathetic.

There are some tricks that we have picked up with this newfound love of feeding himself. Our trick goes something like this: “yell.yell.yell.yell. yell.yell.yell.yell.cheerios. cheerios. cheerios. cheerios. cheerios. cheerios. cheerios. yell.yell.yell.yell. yell.yell.yell.yell.” – So how many cheerios can a child eat?

I ask you: Is there any greater fear for a parent than taking there child into the pool, and thinking they might poop? Didn’t think so….

We should buy a water diaper. Stat. I really do not want to deal with the above.

Ps. Not having a water diaper added about 10 lbs to Sammy when he got out of the water. Talk about a workout! Photographic evidence below….

After some brief conversation in the pool, I was convinced that babies will intuitively hold their breath when dunked under water – and that I should dunk Sammy to get him used to it.  This worked reasonably well the first time. The second time, when Sammy clearly opened his mouth because we were under for about a second too long, was less fun. All are well after a little coughing – don’t worry (and he only was only under for a second or 2 at most)

How do you get a child to eat his food from a spoon when he refuses? I like to call it “the teaching of bribery”. This may not be good but I feel like it may come in handy later in life. Sammy will eat his food if you bribe him with puffs.

In the careful what you wish for category:

So for the past few weeks I’ve been stressing. The doctor told us that by 9 months Sammy should be able to get himself sitting up from his tummy.

Note 1: I now think this is a bogus timeframe, and why I ever stressed about the happiest, friendliest baby I’ll never know, but I digress.

Note 2: Tell your wife not to look things like this up on the internet.

Back to the story. So we started doing some exercises with Sammy to get him to extend his arms and push up(Thanks to our Physio friend/guru Ilana!).  After 1 week, nothing but him letting us know how annoyed he was. But by week 2….Now he was able to support himself on all fours! All of a sudden midway through the week he could push himself up onto all fours (which is a lot when you are 30 lbs!). Then all of a sudden last Sunday, while trying to get him to nap, I walk in to find him sitting up in his pack and play! And then it donned on us: He never needs to nap again! He figured out that he can just sit up in protest and give us a mischievous look/smile. Now when we (and Kenia) put him down to nap he just looks at us, giggles , waits for us to leave and sits up. The moral: Careful what you wish for….. but we are psyched that he figured it out!

The funny thing about Sammy’s newfound skills is that he chooses not to exhibit them outside of his crib (at least until yesterday) – We are such suckers – he knows that if he waits long enough someone will help him out!

When Sammy is showing us he has unwavering will in not propping himself up when outside of his crib, he is busy demonstrating his version of “Feats of Strength” – He is showing off his ability to stand up for 3-4 minutes at a time and most recently, “planking” (see below).

Having Sammy feed himself his bottle is great, as mentioned before. But as he gets to the faster nipples, a new trend has developed. I think Sammy likes to celebrate his bottles like Champagne – by this I mean that every time he’s eating, when he gets to about 6 ounces, he holds the bottle over his head and flails it so milk sprays everywhere, all over him.  PARTY!!!

You know I’m getting older when the Giants shut out the Atlanta Falcons and I was 10 times more excited by Sammy sitting up on his own (note: Giants win was pretty good too).

Important Statistics we are keeping track of:

       -          Number of music classes attended: 1
       -          Number of hours spent in pool: 2
       -          Minutes spent in car waiting while Sammy naps: about 90 between Danielle and I. Thank the   lord for Smart phones
       -          Liters of drool that poured oiut of Sammy’s mouth: at least 2 (can we get a tooth please!?!)
       -          First time Sammy sat up on his own: 1pm on Sunday at our friends Ilana/Richards apartment

Things we Googled:

       -          "Babies sitting up on their own at 8 months" (why, Danielle, why????)
       -          "Effects of baby drinking too much pool water" (yikes)

Pictures for your amusement:

Practicing his Doggy Paddle

Not sure the kids were having as much fun as we were....

"Hey wait a minute....splashing is fun!!!!"
Seriously? Look how much drool is on me!?!

Our little librarian....



Trying to lap up the water....




Post-swim happiness (in his clan member towel)




Dual baby surfing is practiced in few parts of the world

Lounging in his wetsuit

The water logged diaper is enormous.....

planking


Sammy was not thrilled with his exercises....
But lo and behold.....

Seriously, the girls love him!

Playing with cousin Mia

iPad acting like a makeshift baby monitor using Facetime

Sitting up in his crib with a mischievous look

Working on the crawl...



The boys of Riverdale...Sammy, Baby Owen and Johnny

This toy + Sammy reminds us of Bam Bam

After a while of sitting up to avoid napping - Sammy fell asleep like that!



The little drummer at music class!

Sammy and Baby Owen take in music class.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Week 35: Nanny-less!!!


Things I have learned:

Danielle brought home a product the other day called “Boogie wipes”. I’m not making that up.

We practice walking with Sammy all the time – recently he’s started trying to take these giant steps, wide, thunderous steps - I call them Sumo steps. No complaints from the neighbors yet. And yes, they are effective.

Sammy has an official arch nemesis. The aspirator. He goes to war with it routinely (and loses).

Now that Sammy has mastered holding his bottle while eating he’s started to show off. He’s now all about the one-handed beer bottle style chug.

Sammy actually got us a Chanukah present last Saturday: He slept until 9am. Yes, 9am. Again….9am!!!

Big Boy car seat quandary #33: What to do when your child falls asleep in the car after not napping all day and you are trying to let him sleep longer by waiting but you know you are going to have to pee soon. I gutted out a painful half hour before finally waking him up.

Most useful iPad function yet: Having Sabbah and Savtah entertain (read: babysit) him while “facetiming” on the iPad. This actually worked for about 20 good minutes!

Ok, we’re back to the teething. With no teeth. It has dawned on me that Sammy will be teething forever whether the teeth come through yet or not. I really loved waking up at 4am 2 nights last week, unable to calm him down. Even worse is knowing that milk will get him back to sleep but you don’t want to get him in the habit of feeding in the middle of the night again! Hello Baby Tylenol, pleasure to meet you.

After a week of blaming Danielle’s eating habits as the reason for Sammy not liking veggies (she hates them too) I had to admit I was wrong. I have deduced that Sammy has decided he no longer enjoys being fed by us (most of the time) because he’s a big boy!

How did I figure this out? I learned that I could get him to eat if I let him feed himself with the spoon. Now, this is all well and good most of the time, though it requires an insane amount of concentration and coordination on his parents’ part to ensure that he doesn’t grab the part of the spoon with food on it. When that happens, he will squish it around in his hands, put it in his eyes, hair, ears, nose all in an attempt to feed himself with his hands. He’s used to eating puffs and cheerios so mushy food has posed a wee problem. See evidence below of the “Great Spinach disaster of 2011”.

Sammy loves Nora, our 3 year old neighbor. He saw a picture of her on the fridge the other day and tried to hug it!

You know that scene at the end of Star Wars where Luke blows up the Death Star by firing a missile out of his X-wing into into the small hole that magically causes the whole thing to combust? Well the other day I felt like the death star as Sammy torpedoed my wide open mouth with a lovely cough. I did not combust. Yet. It would be worth it if Sammy had the force.

Teething is messy. I actually had to change my shirt the other day because there was so much drool on it.

Sammy can survive daycare. Our nanny got sick last week and our young Padawan was thrust into a new world of strangers (all loving) and new kids. While this might have been a tough transition for him I’m pretty sure his only thought about the change was “oh”.

Sammy will probably grow up knowing it as Ryan Seacrest’s New Years show.
Sammy, meet chicken. Chicken, meet Sammy’s mouth.
We really miss our nanny. Dear lord, that was tough!
General Mills will probably make its annual earnings numbers based solely off Sammy’s love of cheerios.
A big thank you to our babysitter extraordinaire this week, Aunty Monica.


Important statistics we are tracking:
      -          # of times Sammy ate chicken this week (and LOVED IT): 3
      -          Number of cheerios eaten: WAY too many to count
      -          Number of New Year’s eves that Sammy slept through without caring: 1
      -          Percentage of cheerios in mouth (instead of floor): up to 70%!
      -          On a scale of 1-10, how gross is it to find chicken stuck to your son’s pants, hands, face and all over the floor: 8.5
      -          Number of times someone put a Jets hat on Sammy (despite them losing!): 1 (and we’re sure he hated it)

Anonymous quote of the week from another new parent:
“Today was punctuated with my child projectile vomiting on me. And then deucing.”

Pictures for your amusement:



Gotta wear the proper gear for Chanukah

Bath Time!


Hanging with Lenny the Jets fan





Clearly Sammy was not happy when someone put a Jets hat on him

iPad babysitting

Sumo walking

Yelling "Happy birthday Aunty Monica!"



Can't get enough Chanukah

Singing the prayers

"presents!"



Heart to Heart with grandpa Steve
Spinach Disaster