Category: Family

VD 2011

Tara and I always joke that the short form for Valentines Day is VD, and we still think it’s funny.

The day pretty much started as any other. I was up at 6:45 with Liam and we chilled and had breakfast for a little bit. When he was fed and in a good mood, I packed him up and we went to get doughnuts from the local bakery. Local in this case is the next town over. Hmmmm, that makes me sound like I live in the country, and that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Tara woke and kicked me out of the kitchen so she could make some brunch. This left Liam and I to chill upstairs and we had a good time until he decided that he wasn’t, so I wrapped him up and put him down. Brunch was amazing! We had french toast done in chocolate milk, with nutella and banana filling. Totally healthy! Also scrambled eggs with chives, goat cheese and tomato. OK, that part was healthy. Oh, and bacon, guess we wandered out of healthy again. But it’s not like we eat this daily, although I could get used to it 😉

The rest of the day was pretty much work time for me. But with no meetings and no super pressing issues, it went pretty smoothly. We watched a movie called ‘Never let Me go’, which, while well shot and acted and whatnot, was kinda depressing as hell. But worth the watch. It was supposed to be a little more romantic than it was.

Dinner was where I was at. Baked chicken with just olive oil, salt and pepper. Mashed potatoes and a nice salad. And this time we had Liam at the table with us.  Long ago we bought a high chair kinda thing, something that would strap onto a normal chair. And he did really well in it. Mind you, the tray part won’t be usable for that much longer as his legs already hardly fit underneath. But that’s ok, we’ll just push him right up to the table.

The rest of the evening was spent with massages and TV and then sleep.

Thanks to my wife for a lovely VD!

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Of naps and sleep

Liam does one of these things fairly well. And it’s not the napping part.

Oh, he’ll nap, if he’s being held. But he’ll last about 30 minutes if you put him down. I suppose there’s a heat thing going on, but it makes typing a little harder when you only have the one hand to do it. I know there’s a crude joke in there, but if you could refrain that would be fantastic 😉
And for the most part this is just fine by me. Unless you have to do something, like let the dog in/out, feed the cat, go to the washroom. Holding a baby for any of these makes the task a little harder.
What is cute is that we give him the soother to help him sleep(one of the 5 s’s don’t ya know) and he’ll pop it out just before really falling asleep. Tara says he’s like a little turkey that way 🙂

Night sleeping is getting better. He appears to have on nights and off nights. The on nights he’s in bed by around 8 and will sleep until 1. Then 4, then usually 6 or 7. The off nights, well, are worse. He’ll be in bed for 8, up at 11, then every two hours after that.
But the on nights seem to be happening a little more than the off, so I think we have a good thing going here(touch wood).

The “No Cry sleep Solution” is helpful and let us know that “through the night” means a 5 hour stretch. It’s good to reset that expectation so you’re not driving yourself mad.

So we’re trying to keep him to a schedule, and therefore trying to learn a new schedule for us. We both feel that going to bed before midnight just feels too early. Which is silly, but it’s true.

Now if we could just get him to nap…

Last week I ditched work(all legit like so it’s cool) and joined Tara and Liam at a Stars and Strollers event at the local movie house. Yes, movie house. I just like the way that sounds. Going in I really didn’t know what to expect, other than the potential for a bunch of screaming babies and me not being able to enjoy a movie.

We walk in, order tickets, and I stand in line for goodies while Tara scores a seat. As per usual, the goodies guy is slow and generally takes for ever on the people in front of me, but speeds me right through. Not sure why this is, but it happens everytime I see a movie. Maybe it’s just that I know what I want, and I don’t have the ‘I’m up for chit-chat’ look on my face. This man is standing between me and popcorn, so it’s all business.

With goodies in hand, I wander to the theatre to join my love and baby. First thing I notice, no one to collect tickets. Hmmm. Second thing I notice was a change table, which I thought was handy. The theatre is pretty empty, but that doesn’t last. Sure, it wasn’t full by the time the movie started, but it wasn’t just a couple of us there. I also noticed that groups were starting to form, as it’s obvious some mothers use this as a social thing. And why not? I would.

The ads and trailers were really loud, but when the movie started, we could hardly hear it. And since it was a movie about talking(The Kings speech btw, awesome) we were worried we’d have to read lips. Then it got louder, and all was good.

There were crying babies all around us, including our own. And while this wasn’t a surprise, what was is that it didn’t bug me at all. People talking during a movie bugs me, but I think that’s because they make a conscious decision to be annoying. Babies just cry, it’s what they do. And it’s not like any of the parents just let them wail, they did try to keep them quiet, it just didn’t always work. And that’s fine.

Overall, I think Tara and I were just happy to get out to a movie and be able to enjoy it. We think the last one we saw was just after Liam was born.

Oh, and they never did collect our tickets, so maybe next time we’ll just wander in 😉

Shot day

Monday was shot day. Sadly, it wasn’t the kind of shots that might take away pain, in fact, it was quiet the opposite.

The whole doctors visit was going well. He’s just a hair under 15lbs, he’s in the 80th% for his height and weight(you know, one day I’m going to look up what that means, but by the look on the doctors face, I assume it’s good) and generally in good health. Because he’s a premi, they do this adjusted age thing where, for development purposes, they say he was born on Nov 1st, not Sept 22nd. And they keep this up for the first 18 months. Sure, whatever. Well, the doc thinks we can drop this after the 6 month mark. He’s well advanced for his adjusted age, and is acting more like a 4 month old. No, it’s still too early to consider skipping grades in school, but it’s a good start to his life.

He’s still eating like a 2.5 month old, but that’s ok for now.

So yea, the visit was going well. But at some point Liam lost it. He was being examined and just freaked the hell out. And while the doctor was trying to explain something, Liam just couldn’t be consoled, so we brought in the nurse to get things over with. I held him, Tara held his legs, and the nurse shot him. Well, if Liam had considered calming down, he threw that out. Then I had to adjust him for the other leg. It was at this point that the nurse told me “This one is worse” Right, how much worse could it be?

I held him, Tara held his legs, and I waited for Liams head to explode or something. I wasn’t that far off. The nurse left, we bundled him up, and by the time we got to the hallway, he was quiet again.

These shots are gonna be the death of me.