Waxing Nostalgic (already)

By now you know that kiddo is going to be a big brother. I keep looking in stores for a cute t-shirt or onesie that says "big brother" but I haven't found it yet. Probably because Kiddo is still wearing 12-mo or smaller clothes. Oh well. Maybe when Baby2 comes along and Kiddo is 15 months old we'll be able to find something in his size.

They say that kids grow up fast. You see the commercials about how life comes at you fast. The parents put the baby in the car seat and then when they get in the front seat of the car, the baby in the car seat is now a teenager. I always thought the ads were kind of cute, but mostly hyperbole that I didn't believe or couldn't relate to.

Now I'm looking at Kiddo at 9 months and I'm thinking: "holy cow."

Most of you are parents, so you've long understood the realizations that I'm having as Kiddo hits 3/4 of a year old. Our little boy with the toothless smile is no more. Now he's got two bottom teeth and four ones coming in on the top. (As an aside, I have to say I feel bad for the poor kid. The first tooth ruptured on July 4th. Now, barely two months later, he's about to rupture the sixth tooth. I thought they were supposed to come at a rate of one a month?) Kiddo is crawling vigorously across the floor and pulls himself up on anything he can grab. He stands on two wobbly legs, and turns like he wants to walk away, and I'm afraid that all too soon he will.

My kid is only 9 months old, and I'm waxing nostalgic.

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What secret?

Last night I inadvertently shared a secret with my whole ward (i.e. church congregation). Me and my stinking big mouth.

We had a ward fireside and the speaker asked for a volunteer to help read a scripture. C and I were sitting on the second row, and she raised her hand. The speaker had her come up and stand next to him so she could be heard by the whole congregation. It became apparent that he intended for C to stay up there reading scriptures and writing on the chalk board, so a member of the ward leadership brought up a chair for C to sit on between readings.

The speaker quipped, "Why does she get a chair to sit on and I don't."

Without thinking, I blurted out, "Because she is expecting."

I think only about 3 people in the room knew the information before my little outburst.

What a way to make a public announcement. :) I guess since all my neighbors know now, we might as well tell all of you too!!

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Off to the Big Apple

Yesterday I sent C and Kiddo off to the Big Apple. It was an interesting experience. They have gone places before (most notably twice to see C's parents in California), but this time was different for me.

Maybe Kiddo and I are more alike than I realized: I think I had a bit of separation anxiety.

C needed to go to New York for job training. She got a new job where she will be rating English oral proficiency for ESL learners. It's a great opportunity for her: it is in her field (recently she got her MA in second language acquisition), it pays well, and she will be able to work from home. The work is computer-based, so she can do it whenever she has time; she's not tied to a clock. It really is a great opportunity for her.

So yesterday they left. They flew to Minneapolis where they met C's mom (who had flown in from California), then together the three of them continued on to New York. On the second flight, C took this picture. Grandma is the woman in the picture.

The flight wasn't very full, so Kiddo got to sit in his own seat. Doesn't he look so big? Can you believe he is only just over seven months old?

Man time is flying by.

So I'm a lone man in the wilderness. I'm driving down to St. George this weekend for a relative's baby blessing. I really would love to have gone with them, but somebody has to stay home and earn the Big Bucks.

Plus, in two weeks we get to leave for a two week trip to Palmyra, Toronto, Niagra Falls, Kirkland, and Nauvoo. I've only been at my job for less than a year, so I can't really take the whole month of July off.

On an interesting side note, it is funny how when you read the blogs of people online you start to think of them as your friends, yet these bloggers practically don't even know you exist. I realized this when I told C that she should look up Kage from Tales from the Crib and Glass Posse. Then I realized that might be really weird. What would you do? Leave a comment on her blog... "Hey we're going to be in NYC and wanted to know if you wanted visitors"? That's kind of creepy.

So I guess C and Kiddo and Grandma will have to brave the NY scene on their own. I hear they are having a great time. Time for me to get back to the business of the Big Bucks.

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A new era begins

A new era begins in Kiddo's life today. Okay, that's maybe a bit melodramatic, but I've been saving up <grin>.

Today we discovered that Kiddo's first tooth has broken through the gums.

C noticed it after the barbecue we had at my mom's house. We were standing around getting ready to leave when Kiddo grabbed C's finger and shoved it in his mouth, then bit it.

I tried to take some pictures, but Kiddo wasn't about to have any of that.

After the magic of the moment had passed, I found myself wondering just how much this tooth was going to cost somebody over the coming years.

The tooth will require semi-annual checkups over the course of his life. Then there is the toothpaste and toothbrushes needed to keep it healthy. Occasionally there may be a cavity to fill and braces required to keep it looking pretty. Sometime in about five years he'll probably lose it and the Tooth Fairy will have to fork overt the then-going-rate.

Then I realized that these are just the baby teeth. This particular tooth won't be all that expensive after all.

Well, I guess we'll hold out on judgment until we get the bill from the Tooth Fairy.

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Reflections of a Happy Mother's Day

As you know, today was Mother's Day. I wanted to write a great post in advance that would be posted on Mother's Day morning. But, as has been characteristic for me lately, I didn't get it done. Happy Mother's Day anyway, sweetheart! (However, bloggerland, rest assured that this is not my first such profession today...)

I know I've been conspicuously absent recently. I guess it is even more conspicuous since I figured out how to make the posts automatically shade based on the post author. There have been a lot of pink posts in a row now. I'll try to get some more blue posts in once in a while. :)

Since it is Mother's Day evening now, I thought I'd share with you a couple of reflections from a happy Mother's Day.


First, this morning I got up early to get things ready for Mother's Day. Well, I didn't really pick the time, but Kiddo did. He was ready to get up before seven o'clock, but his momma wasn't quite ready, and asked for fifteen more minutes. So Kiddo and I went into the living room, and shut the bedroom door.

We started by wrapping a couple of presents, and signing the cards. Then, when that was done, we sat and played for a few minutes. I sat with him on my lap for a while, and I watched him observe the world around him. I am amazed at how observant he seems to be. He is funny in that when somebody is holding him, he can sometimes practically ignore the person who holds him up, while he looks at everything and everybody else. It is funny; if C is holding him, he will all-but ignore her and watch me. She passes him to me, and the same thing, but in reverse.

As I watched him ignore me this morning, it occurred to me that this is a metaphor for the future. Today he stands on my lap (with help), or sits on my knee, and because of me, he is able to have a better view of his surroundings. There will come a time when the possibilities of the world are open to him. He will stand on the shoulders of his parents as we stand on the shoulders of our own parents, and on down the generations, each generation benefiting from the sacrifices, hard work, and accomplishments of the one previous.

He may not be aware of the benefit of the vantage point he gains because of his parents influence, but as I watched him this morning, my appreciation grew for my own mother and father, upon whose shoulders I stand today, who gave me so many opportunities and advantages in the world.

In particular, this Mother's Day, we honor our mothers, whose love, dedication, and sacrifices have greatly enhanced our lives, but also allow us to provide an even firmer foundation for our children. Thank you, on behalf of ourselves and our posterity. Your sacrifices are not in vain, nor are they unappreciated, even if they seem unnoticed.

Another reflection I had today occurred as I wrestled with our five-month-old during Church. Some days he is calm and well-behaved. Today he was restless. He didn't want to be held, and he didn't want to be laid down. He was tired, but didn't want me to put him to sleep. I gained a greater appreciation for what C goes through all day long. It's not that I've not thought about it before, but after even a single hour of wrestling with him, I was ready for a break. I'm amazed that C is cheerful and does it for 9 hours in a row while I'm at work. She really is a wonderful woman. I can't believe I'm so lucky to have her as the mom of our family. C, you are an angel, and I love you desperately. You are the love of my life.

Happy Mother's Day. To C, to my mom, my mother-in-law, and to all women everywhere. You deserve to be celebrated everyday, but I'm glad we set aside a day especially to do it as well.

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The Power of Example

Last night as we watched the news, a local news story showed store surveillance camera footage of a purse snatching caught on tape. Typically, such an occurrence wouldn't make the 10 o'clock news, but this one did because as the thief stole the purse, she was reprimanding a young child saying, "Get back here Chrissy! No. That is not yours."

Do as I say, not as I do, eh?

The video is astonishing, really. Here you have a young child, and presumably, her mother. While the mother is stealing somebody's purse, she is telling her child not to take what isn't hers.

Example is a powerful teacher. Much more powerful than words alone. This is just one case in point.

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Do you ever stop wondering...

Do you ever stop wondering if your baby is breathing? Am I more paranoid than most parents, since Kiddo is now more than four months old and I still wonder if he is breathing in his crib?

Am I weird?

My guess is that this is still pretty normal for a first-time-dad of a 4-month-old. Then again, maybe it isn't and I'm an irrational freak. I can live with that.

In any case, my feelings of discomfort have heightened since Kiddo has started sleeping longer at night (some nights).

Last week there was a night when Kiddo ate and went to bed at about 7:30 PM. We didn't hear from him until around 3:30 AM. That was an eight hour stretch. I had to get up sometime after 1:00 to go into his room to make sure he was okay. Sure enough, he was just sleeping. I went back to bed convinced that he was seconds away from waking up, but he slept like two more hours.

When Kiddo was first born, I wasn't sure I could handle the stress of him waking up every couple of hours. Now I wonder if I can handle him sleeping through it!

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Assumptions, false and true

We make a lot of assumptions about the people around us. Based on available information, we try to "figure out" the people around us. Last week, I was looking at our car through the eyes of a stranger (don't ask), and I saw some interesting things. I imagine that people make assumptions about us when they see our car.

The problem is, I bet that in many cases those assumptions are actually incorrect.

Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

Consider the following attributes (for lack of a better word) of our car.

• Opener on driver's front visor.
• License plate cover written in Russian.
• Orange spiral-bound hymnal in back window.
• Car-seat base in middle-position in back seat.
• CD holder on visor on passenger side.
• Current BYU Graduate Student parking permit on front window.
  

Based on these attributes, you might make the following assumptions about the car owner(s):

• Owner lives in a home (hence the garage-door opener).
• Owner is LDS (hence the LDS hymnbook in back window).
• Owner has at least one young child (hence the car seat).
• Owner, probably male, served an LDS mission to Russia (combination of hymnbook and Russian license plate).
• Owner is probably plural (owners), and they are probably married (due to assumed LDS status, license plate cover, and car-seat combination).
• The female owner probably has a church calling where she plays the piano or organ (hence the spiral-bound hymnal).
• Owner likes to listen to a variety of CDs on any given trip (hence the plethora of CDs in the visor).
• Male owner is a graduate student at BYU (due to parking sticker, and due to evidence of young child at home).
  

If you made these assumptions about us, you'd be kind of correct. The truth is:

• This owner lives in a condo, with a restricted access gate, hence the gate opener (not a garage-door opener after all).
• This owner is indeed LDS.
• This owner does indeed have one small child. Young enough that his car seat has a separate base station for the car.
• These owners are indeed plural, and married. :)
• The male owner didn't serve a mission to Russia. That would be the female owner. (It was the male owner, however, who talked the female owner into buying the license plate cover. After she translated it for him (It says: "I may drive slowly, but I'm in front of you." My mother thinks this is very funny.)).
• While the female owner does play the piano, it is the male owner who is the ward organist (in addition to being the Elder's Quorum President; this is because the other organist in the ward is the Bishop).
• While the owners used to listen to a wide variety of music on any given trip, now they just listen to Hawaiian music, in order to entertain the young Kiddo in the back seat. In particular, he likes the song "Somewhere over the Rainbow," Hawaiian version. That's pretty much the only song we listen to in the car anymore.
• The male owner is not a graduate student. The female owner, however, will graduate with her Master's degree later this month (congratulations dear!).

It is interesting to consider the false assumptions I'd make about myself if I were looking at my car from the outside. Chances are, I make similar false (and true) assumptions about people all the time.

That is, after all, why they are assumptions. Based on your life experience and the evidence at hand. Even if it is misleading.

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Shrinking Cabbage Patch Doll

Do you remember my post in February where I showed a comparison picture of how Kiddo had grown?

It turns out, I think the Cabbage Patch doll is shrinking. They just don't make them like they used to. Check this picture out...



Can you believe how the doll is shrinking over time? It's amazing, isn't it? :)

(And because of the way the images are cropped--to Kiddo's size--it does seem that the doll is shrinking. Maybe to show Kiddo's growth it would be better to re-crop the images, keeping the doll a consistent size. Ahh well, another project for a day when I don't have an impending work deadline...)

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Daily dose of antibodies

When C and Kiddo came back from California, they came home to:

• A clean bedroom


• A straightened kitchen


• A cleaned bathroom


• A kiddo-ready crib and bedroom AND


• A sick husband

Welcome home.

I was actually feeling fine until about 2 hours after they got home, when I started to get a sore throat. I wondered for a bit whether or not it really was a cold, but by Tuesday morning, it was abundantly clear: I was sick.

I stayed home from work, in an effort to quarantine myself and keep my co-workers safe from my bio-hazard cold, but that means that instead of sharing with my co-workers, I shared with C and with Kiddo.

Who are both now sick.

And it's C's birthday today. Um, happy birthday, honey?

I did have hope for a while that they wouldn't get sick. In fact, I hoped that C's body would produce the necessary antibodies to keep both her and Kiddo from getting whatever ugly virus had invaded my system.

As Kiddo would eat, I'd inform him of the necessity of getting good antibodies to prevent him from getting sick.

Unfortunately it didn't work. Kiddo started getting sick on Wednesday evening, and C started getting sick last night. Kiddo's temperature is hovering near 310.9 Kelvin. Sounds pretty bad, huh.

Anyway, now I'm headed back to work (albeit late) and leaving poor Kiddo and C to fend for themselves at home today. I'm hoping they'll get better.

C and I promised to share everything when we got married. Is it too late to amend the agreement to exclude viruses?

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Getting in touch with the inner Hawaiian

I never believed people when they said you could see a baby start to demonstrate individual personality before the first birthday. As far as I was concerned, babies were just babies, and they were all alike.

I was wrong.

Kiddo definitely has personality.

In fact, one of the funniest things about him is his love for Hawaiian music. I know this sounds crazy, but it is true: when Kiddo is crying (especially in his car seat), if we turn on Hawaiian music, he calms down and stops crying.

In particular, he seems to respond to "Somewhere Over the Rainbow/Wonderful World" by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole (from his album "Facing Future").

Kiddo encountered this song while in California visiting his grandparents, and I ended up buying the whole album on iTunes and buring a CD. Now we have a copy in the house and a copy in the car. When he starts to fuss, we turn on the CD, and he calms right down.

It works like a drug. Its bizarre. But he likes getting in touch with his inner Hawaiian, I suppose.

No wonder he loves it when we go eat at Rumbi Island Grill. Maybe we'll have to take him to see the real thing.

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Home Alone

I've been left to my own devices for 10 days while C and Kiddo are in California. For the most part, I'm doing okay. How do I cope?

By keeping busy. Very, very busy.

C left last Friday. I had a big deadline at work, so I stayed late on Friday (something like 9:30 PM). Saturday I got up and went to my Presidency meeting, then in the afternoon went with my mom to a movie (we saw "Bridge to Terabithia") and then went car shopping (for my mom). My brother (who was running for student body office) needed some help getting supplies from Sam's Club, and I have the only Sam's card in the family.

Sunday I got up and went to meetings and church. Then I ran to a neighbor's house for our monthly dinner. Than I ran to a meeting with a member of the stake presidency. Then I ran to my mom's house. Monday I went to work and stayed late again. My brother called half way through the day and needed me to run to Sam's again, so I took a couple-hour break to take care of that.

Tuesday I worked an hour late and then ended up running all over for stuff for my brother again. Wednesday was the first day I really had much time by myself. Thursday was the day they announced the winner of the elections; I ran to my Weight Watcher's meeting, and then over to the election results announcement--not the desired results--so we went back to my mom's to commiserate.

Today I wasn't feeling well, and got up late and went to work. Then I came home early and have been sitting on the couch wishing I weren't home alone on a Friday night--especially when I feel as crummy as I do tonight.

Good thing is that there are only 71 hours until C and Kiddo are back home.

Golly I can't wait. Maybe I'll be able to get some rest.... :)

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An open apology to all geese everywhere

So it turns out that geese in general aren't pigs. It seems to just be a particular goose. Kiddo and I went to feed the ducks geese yesterday. Our duck pond is slowly getting taken over by a flock of Canadian geese. The goose I mentioned earlier is still there, but he (or she? How do you know?) has been joined by about seven other geese.

Well, when we got to the pond, I tried to avoid the geese because of our last experience. However, there were some geese that came up and were eating with the ducks, sharing nicely. Then Piggy came over and started chasing away the other ducks and geese.

So, I wish to apologize to all the offended geese out there, for calling you all pigs. It turns out that geese, like humans, have their own personalities. And just like you shouldn't judge humanity by one person, I guess you ought not judge geesedom by one stray goose. Even if he is a pig in disguise.

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Leaving the house

Leaving the house in the morning has never been easy for me. Not that I don't like my job, because I do. Its just that I really like being with my wife. Having a baby has only complicated the situation.

We were married for almost four years before Kiddo came along. C and I met at work, so for the first year and a half of our marriage, we were able to get up and go together in the morning. Then I graduated from college and got a "real" job.

For the first time leaving for work meant leaving my beautiful wife behind. It meant being by myself for hours and hours. That made if kind of hard to get out the door.

Last summer I got a new job; it's a job I love, and C noted that for the first time in a while I was getting up early to get out the door for work. In fact, on average I was getting to work about an hour earlier than I had been for my previous job (both jobs have flexible schedules).

Then Kiddo came along. Now I'm finding it is really hard to get out the door in the morning.

To tell the truth, I do all right when he's asleep. The past week I've been trying to leave before 7. If I can get out the door before I see his smile, then I'm fine. But if I don't get out the door before that first smile of the morning comes, well then I'm toast.

Take today, for example. Today I got up at 6:15. I had hopes of catching the 6:50 train. Those hopes were dashed when I answered some e-mail before breakfast. That's okay, I decided, there is always the 7:05. But then C and Kiddo got up. We started talking. Then Kiddo started smiling. Then it was 7:15. At that point, I couldn't make it for the 7:20 train, so I kept playing with Kiddo. But I didn't stop early enough to catch the 7:35: I was pulling into the parking lot when the train pulled through my station. That meant I was on the 7:50 train.

But I ask you: who can resist a smile like this:

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Feeding the ducks

Kiddo and I went to feed the ducks tonight while C was at work. We had a fun time. Well, at least I had a fun time. Kiddo slept through most of it. I don't know that I've ever fed ducks before.

One of C's ideas to keep Kiddo happy while she was gone was to put Kiddo in the front pack and go for a walk. I thought that sounded fun, so when Kiddo started to fuss a little bit, I put him in the front pack and off we went. Our condo complex has a couple of duck ponds near the entrance, and we have around 100 ducks who have camped out there for the winter.

Today, as we were walking towards the pond, I saw that there were two Canadian geese there as well. "Cool," I thought. I mean, Canadian geese are know for their beauty right?

When I started feeding the ducks, though, the geese crowded out all the ducks and chased them away so that the ducks couldn't get into the main area where I was throwing the bread. If I started throwing the bread towards where the ducks were cowering in the corner, the geese ran over that way and chased the ducks away. I had to keep throwing the bread in multiple directions in order to feed more than the geese.

What pigs those geese were! Beauty, apparently, isn't everything.

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A problem of terminology

C (known on Million Moments as Inexperienced Mom) works for about 6 hours a week at an after-school tutoring center. My work is flexible such that I'm able to leave early the two days a week that C works. I come home so she can go to work.

The other day, while C was at work, my mom called.

"Oh, you're home already, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah. C starts work at 4, so I have to be home in time for her to go" I replied.

"Well, your work sure is good to let you come home to babysit twice a week."

"Yes, they are."

Ok, we'll stop the conversation there. I have a problem with that terminology. The way I look at it, it's not called "babysitting" when you are taking care of your own kid. Really--I'm the dad. I can take care of my own kid. So I can't feed him by myself; that doesn't make me incompetent in other areas.

I didn't turn like this on my poor mother, who I'm sure doesn't see me as "just a babysitter." But after the conversation was over, I thought about that word, and I realized it just isn't a good fit for what I was doing, but I couldn't think of a better one to use in its place.

After all, the term "babysitting" sounds like it is something that isn't normally my responsibility, and then my responsibility ends when the Mom gets home. My mother isn't the first one to use that term, and I'm sure she won't be the last. So I've got to find a better word to use instead.

What is a good term to use? Primary caregiver? That term has some of the same problems. Any suggestions on how I should handle it when people talk about me "babysitting" my own kid?

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Blessing Day

Author's Note: I wrote this post back in January, and then saved it to my computer. I just found it today, and decided to post it as-is.

On Sunday we blessed Kiddo in Church. If you aren't a member of the LDS Church, when we use the term "blessing" in the context of a blessing in church, we are generally referring to an event that is somewhat equivalent to the christening of a child that is done in other religions. In our family, it tends to be a family affair. Both my sister and brother were there with my mom. C's parents are in town, so they came. Because C's grandfather passed away this last week, she had a number of paternal aunts and uncles in town who attended (large family). Additionally, every one of my dad's living siblings attended with their spouses (another large family). Add to that a couple of close friends and some other family, plus C's grandmother, and C's great aunt. C's also had some cousins and second cousins who attended -- well, there were a ton of people there.

As I think back on the blessing (which I gave), I don't even remember who was in the circle. The only people who I actually noticed/recognized by name were my father-in-law, and my bishop. I was so nervous about the whole thing that I didn't even pay attention to who was standing around me. I know that there were so many people that some couldn't reach into the circle.

I have conflicting feelings about this. I hate to cause a scene, which I think this kind of did. I served with a bishop previously who instructed new parents to limit the number of people who stood in the circle to 5-10. I can understand that. But in our case, the people who we invited to stand in the family were all close family members, with three notable exceptions. And how do you include some family members while excluding others? In the end, we decided that we were more interested in including people than excluding them, and we decided not to worry about the number of people, and just ensure those who came who were family were included.

We didn't want to leave church and go to our house for an open house. It was important to us to attend all our meetings. We decided to invite people to attend church with us for the entire block, and then to have an open house in the evening from 4 to 8 PM. This allowed us to put church attendance first, and then go home in the evening to celebrate with our families. This was a fun way to do it, and I'd do it again, although at the end of the day I was exhausted.

All in all, it was a great day. We loved having our family close, to celebrate this important milestone with us. Even if we did cause a scene.

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They say they grow fast...

... and they aren't kidding. Take a look:

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FOUND: Two hands and two feet

The boy Jr. has found his hands and feet. It's pretty adorable, actually.

He discovered his hands earlier this week, and has since decided that sucking on his hand is sometimes better than sucking on the pacifier. It was pretty amazing to watch him look at his hands as he moved them from side to side.

Then this morning he seems to have found his feet.

Our little boy is growing up. Already! Dang....

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Friday thoughts

A couple of thoughts for this Friday afternoon, in no particular order:

Ticker math?
The logic of the ticker math defies me. OK, it doesn't defy me, but we don't count the same way. By my count, Kiddo is seven weeks old today. That count is based on (oddly enough) it being exactly seven weeks since he was born. He was born on Friday, December 1st. Today is his 50th day of life, which means today marks the first day of the 8th week of his life.

The ticker, however, thinks that Kiddo is 1 month, 2 weeks, and 4 days old. It seems to me that if by my count, Kiddo is exactly 7 weeks old, that the ticker should have us at an even week, not randomly 4 days.

However, I've discovered how the ticker does its math. It counts it this way: on January 1, Kiddo was one month old. (Can't really argue that point.) And since January first, there has been two weeks four days. Thus, Kiddo is one month, two weeks and four days old.

See, the counter is counting in months and partial months, where I'm just counting in weeks. I just think its kind of bizarre to have my count complete a full week when the ticker's count is still mid-week.

Whatever.

Kiddo photos

We had some beautiful kiddo photos taken professionally. Really, they are stunning. I love our photographer. This is the third time we've used her, and I can't recommend her highly enough. We had such fun taking these pictures. Don't you think that he's adorable?

Our photographer has a website with examples of her work and contact information. It is located at http://www.haleyannwarner.com.

And just in case you're worried, we purchased the copyright to the photos, so I'm allowed to re-post them online. (Another thing I like about her: she sells the copyright if you want to purchase it!) And it isn't that expensive, either.

Reunited at last!
So last, but certainly not least, Kiddo and BW are coming home today!! I'm very exited. I get to go pick them up at the airport in about 3 hours. Grandma is sad to see them leave, but I'm very excited to see them come home again. Very, very excited. I'm having a hard time focusing at work, I'm so excited. :) Yay!!

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