It just occurred to me that I haven't posted since last Friday...nothing is wrong here, just time seems to be slipping by so quickly. I can't believe Scotty and Ben turned 15 weeks yesterday. It's crazy to think that this year will be over in 29 short days. For a year that feels like it simultaneously went on for eons, while at the same is over in a snap, well, I can't believe we're almost ready to send 2009 packing. What a crazy year indeed.
Not a lot new here to report. Let me think...um, a good friend of ours recently had a baby on Sunday night! Paul and Michele welcomed little baby Drew into the world early Monday morning. Mom and baby are doing great. It's really cute b/c they have been calling baby Drew "Drew-bear" for a long time, unaware of our nickname for Scotty. So now there are two bears in the world. We are creating a den here. I'm excited for Michele to recover and we can take the little fellows on long walks in the lovely Vegas sunshine. (gotta love Vegas in December).
In Scotty news, we put together the famed 'Jump-a-roo.' I'm actually not sure if it's "jump-a-roo" or "jumperoo." Either way, this thing is crazy. It has so many bells, whistles, flashing lights, and small creatures to grab on to, even I was overstimulated looking at the thing. Brian put it together for us on Sunday, and thank goodness for his Ivy league education. This baby gear stuff is complicated. Clearly, Fisher Price is run by former NASA engineers. I *think* we have all of the pieces in the right place, but who knows. Check out Scotty's happy, though confused, expression below.
Not a lot new here to report. Let me think...um, a good friend of ours recently had a baby on Sunday night! Paul and Michele welcomed little baby Drew into the world early Monday morning. Mom and baby are doing great. It's really cute b/c they have been calling baby Drew "Drew-bear" for a long time, unaware of our nickname for Scotty. So now there are two bears in the world. We are creating a den here. I'm excited for Michele to recover and we can take the little fellows on long walks in the lovely Vegas sunshine. (gotta love Vegas in December).
In Scotty news, we put together the famed 'Jump-a-roo.' I'm actually not sure if it's "jump-a-roo" or "jumperoo." Either way, this thing is crazy. It has so many bells, whistles, flashing lights, and small creatures to grab on to, even I was overstimulated looking at the thing. Brian put it together for us on Sunday, and thank goodness for his Ivy league education. This baby gear stuff is complicated. Clearly, Fisher Price is run by former NASA engineers. I *think* we have all of the pieces in the right place, but who knows. Check out Scotty's happy, though confused, expression below.
Yes, that is a hanging banana in the right corner
Aside from general overstimulation, Scotty is doing great. He has very little interest in the Christmas tree and would much rather hang out with Mr. Turtle and Mr. Frog (and Mr. Snail, too, though he's a distant third in terms of favorites.) I think most people would agree that even prior to our kernicterus scare, I would have been the Developmental Milestone Nazi, and yes, since our scare, I am absolutely all over this kid like white on rice. I'm proud to report that he is doing everything a 3.5 month old child is supposed to do, including:
-- opening his hands
-- reaching and grabbing for toys
-- holding his head up during tummy time at a 90 degree angle
-- rolling over
-- smiling spontaneously
-- blowing raspberries
-- saying 'a-GOO!' with such enthusiam it makes Brian and I both laugh hysterically
The last two...wow. We had a tough night on Monday that involved something I like to call, 'Pop-up Baby.' I put Scotty down at 6:30pm. He popped back up at 6:50. Brian put him down next. Twenty minutes later, he popped back up. Then I took a turn. Then Brian. Then me. This went on until 9:30 and Brian and I were looking at each other with concern. Like every new parent, we blamed it on whatever was convenient: it was gas. An ear ache. The breastmilk. (ahhhh...it's always the breastmilk.) He was still hungry. He was too full. Blah, blah, blah. I would have blamed it on Bush (the real Bush, not my ob/gyn) but then realized he hasn't been in office in almost 12 months, so Brian blamed it on Obama.
Anyways, by 9:30, I trudged upstairs with Dr. Awesome's phone number swirling in my brain. When I picked Scotty up for the millionth time that night, he instantly calmed down. I went for the obligatory diaper change when he looked at me and I'm not kidding, he began talking. Obviously, no real words, but every sound out of the book came out of his mouth. "La! Goo! Coooo! Babababa! A-gooooo!" He then proceeded to blow some raspberries and even though I knew it was bad form (enabling the negative behavior, Mom...) I started laughing and smiling at him. He took this and ran with it.
I called Brian upstairs (more enabling! Now we are giving him an audience! Eek!) to watch the Scotty Show. This lasted for about ten minutes until the little showman got tired and finally fell asleep. I mean, is this what is in store for the next few months? Insanely adorable baby-ness? Because sign me up if it is. I would prefer him to get more sleep, but coo-ing and raspberries are about 100x better than a crying baby any day.
-- opening his hands
-- reaching and grabbing for toys
-- holding his head up during tummy time at a 90 degree angle
-- rolling over
-- smiling spontaneously
-- blowing raspberries
-- saying 'a-GOO!' with such enthusiam it makes Brian and I both laugh hysterically
The last two...wow. We had a tough night on Monday that involved something I like to call, 'Pop-up Baby.' I put Scotty down at 6:30pm. He popped back up at 6:50. Brian put him down next. Twenty minutes later, he popped back up. Then I took a turn. Then Brian. Then me. This went on until 9:30 and Brian and I were looking at each other with concern. Like every new parent, we blamed it on whatever was convenient: it was gas. An ear ache. The breastmilk. (ahhhh...it's always the breastmilk.) He was still hungry. He was too full. Blah, blah, blah. I would have blamed it on Bush (the real Bush, not my ob/gyn) but then realized he hasn't been in office in almost 12 months, so Brian blamed it on Obama.
Anyways, by 9:30, I trudged upstairs with Dr. Awesome's phone number swirling in my brain. When I picked Scotty up for the millionth time that night, he instantly calmed down. I went for the obligatory diaper change when he looked at me and I'm not kidding, he began talking. Obviously, no real words, but every sound out of the book came out of his mouth. "La! Goo! Coooo! Babababa! A-gooooo!" He then proceeded to blow some raspberries and even though I knew it was bad form (enabling the negative behavior, Mom...) I started laughing and smiling at him. He took this and ran with it.
I called Brian upstairs (more enabling! Now we are giving him an audience! Eek!) to watch the Scotty Show. This lasted for about ten minutes until the little showman got tired and finally fell asleep. I mean, is this what is in store for the next few months? Insanely adorable baby-ness? Because sign me up if it is. I would prefer him to get more sleep, but coo-ing and raspberries are about 100x better than a crying baby any day.
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