8.31.2007
A Hard Day at "The Office"
We traded exersaucers with the New Neighbors to give the kids a little variety. The New Neighbors call theirs "The Office." We don't have any creative name for our (hand-me-down) Baby Einstein exersaucer except for maybe, "that thing," or, "you know, that jobjob over there."
Little Man has been hard at work in his new office. Lots of collating, copying, and calls to return. He spends up to a half an hour "crunching the numbers" and ensuring product quality.
It's a wonderful break from my day, and it's a great opportunity for the Little Man to get some "real-world" experience.
Photos courtesy of my MIL, Little Man's Grandma, hereafter known as GranCracker (no number assignment).
8.30.2007
Meeting of the Minds
Sasha and the Little Man have finally started to notice and like each other. In the beginning, neither was too keen to acknowledge the other's presence.
On Sasha's part, we blame complete obtuseness. On Little Man's part, we blame poor eyesight and a general lack of knowing what was going on in the world around him. (I guess the same could go for Sasha as well!)
It is really wonderful to see Little Man smile at Sasha and be excited by her tail wagging (look out Sasha! He's coming for you soon!). Sasha has also taken to the Little Man, and tries to kiss him whenever we're not looking. Sasha has definitely accepted him as one of The Pack. And I'm pretty sure she realizes his position is above hers in said Pack.
Poor Sasha. From beloved only child to lowly family pet status. The Princess has fallen, while the Prince rises above her.
Like a true Princess, Sasha has taken her demotion with dignity.
8.29.2007
8.28.2007
Ride 'Em Cowboy!
Also known as RookieMoms activity #309. We also unknowingly did #232 (found the activity after we had done it) recently.
8.27.2007
Mama Alone Time
Jennifer had an interesting post yesterday about needing a break. You see, a Mama's work is never done. At every other job, you are mandated to take breaks. Some people I know may not take them, but at least they are there if you need them.
Not so for mamas. We are on-call more readily than ER doctors, or my Obstetrician, who will only deliver your baby M-F 6a-6p. Seriously. But I digress. Mamas NEED breaks, and we MUST make time for them, for our own sanity and the well being of our families.
So I got up the nerve to make time for myself.
I demanded a little "Mama Alone Time." I sent the Warrior, Little Man and CrackerDog Sasha out on a walk.
In return for my demand, I got one whole hour to spend as I pleased. A luxury I never don't often have time for, or afford myself the time necessary to indulge.
I enjoyed a jacuzzi bath. I read a disgusting article in The New Yorker. I waited until I got nice and pruney to get out of the bath.
Then I did something I realized I had not been able to do in oh, eight, nine months or so. I flopped on our bed and waited for some of the heat to dissipate from my body. (Really exciting, right? It's something I used to really enjoy doing, and the relaxing feeling of flopping was nearly lost in my past. I was glad to have found it.)
Then I wondered where my family was. Realizing that I could potentially still have some time of my own, I hurried downstairs to enjoy the computer guilt-free. Read a couple of blogs, IMmed #3, and then they were home.
And I was glad. I was starting to get worried about them. ;) Well, not really worried, per se, but close to it. Can you blame me for wondering what they were doing and if they were having fun without me, like, the WHOLE time they were gone?
Gah, I gotta get better at this Mama Alone Time thing.
8.25.2007
Skwish Classic

Warrior: FINALLY, a toy that keeps him quiet for a few minutes!
Little Man proceeded to use the Skwish as a teething toy and then as a mallet on his exersaucer quite rambunctiously. He was only kept quiet for a few minutes, while the toy was in his mouth. Then he erupted into his assault on the exersaucer. I don't think the boy knows the meaning of "quiet toy." Or book for that matter.
8.23.2007
You Don't Know What It's Like to be a Parent
Sometimes I think about how one day my Little Man will be a Full Grown Man. I never used to understand the phrase, "you'll always be my baby." Now, I totally do. It's hard for me to comprehend that this tiny person that I have nurtured and loved will one day grow to be this person who will no doubt tower above me, and say things like, "Oh, Mom!" when I get all mushy over him.
Right now I'm...
Hoping that he'll love me when he's older. Hoping that I'll be understanding of the great breakaway of independence that must occur, but that can be so painful for both mom and baby to experience. Hoping that I can remember these feelings and act on them when I'm older. Thinking about how Little Man will brush off my worries about where he's going, and with whom, when he's in High School, and me saying, "you don't know what it's like to be a parent."
If I can be the mom I want to be, my Little Man will love me just as much as he does now -- but in a more complex, accepting way. Now I can do no wrong. A hug and a smile (with a little boob thrown in there) can fix most any ill he feels. When he is older, he will know my faults. He will know how I do not measure up to his expectations. But he will still love me, and hopefully, a hug and a smile will still be able to make him feel better.
Every day I spend with the Little Man is a gift. Soaking in his smiles. The joy of greeting him after a nap. The warmth that radiates from the Little Man's being into my heart is one of the most incredible outpourings of love I have ever felt.
Even after Little Man is an adult, he will be my baby. My first baby. Lavished with attention and care, and all the love this Little Mama can muster up.
Becoming a mom has made me have more empathy for my own mother. How weird it must feel, I imagine, that all of her babies are grown up, into adults, even though we still need her -- in a way, we don't. We have become our own beings. I feel so sad to think of the day when Little Man is no longer so dependent on me. But at the same time, I know this is what I must strive for since I want him to be happy and healthy and independent. Just don't forget about your Mama, Little Man.
Watching a person grow up, and along the way, helping mold them and unfurl their inner being is a huge responsibility. I am trying to appreciate the time I have with Little Man now by looking into the future and imagining how different our time together will be as he grows. Never again will I have this opportunity to be so focused on caring for and loving one being. I hope to soak in and imprint every moment with the Little Man into my consciousness to be readily accessed in the future, because doggonit, it's making me all misty eyed and he's not even eight months yet.
I love you, Little Man. You're all a Mommy could have ever hoped for.
8.22.2007
8.21.2007
Eliminate this!
So I got the OK from the pediatrician and the GI doctor's office (the GI doc was on vacation) to add wheat back to my diet. WHEAT. Hmm. You know what my first indulgence was? Organic Raisin Bran. Not exactly the the yummy goodness of fresh bread I was hoping for, but, hey. I had to make do with what was in the house.
I went out and bought a loaf of bread and I'm looking forward to having some toast later. Of course, I can't put any bitter, uh, I mean BUTTER (heh) or margarine on it, but plain jam or honey on my forbidden bread should do nicely. I'm also looking forward to some (semolina, non-egg) pasta and couscous!! It's ridiculous how excited I'm getting about this.
What are your favorite wheat items? What should I totally binge on?
And of course, send Little Man and I good thoughts (or vibes or whatever you like to send) for his continuing health.
8.20.2007
VDog to the Warrior
"We can't go to bed yet; I haven't finished blogging!"
Yes, I am dedicated to you, my loyal fanbase of seven. Heh. Please excuse my lazy posting schedule as we have been *busy.* Double heh.
My Resolve Is Weakening
On April 7, 2007, Little Man's diaper was full of little bloody globules in his stool. Just four days prior, we had seen the pediatrician for his three month check-up, and the doctor had proclaimed his stool "perfect." What happened in such a short amount of time?
Seeing blood in your baby's diaper definitely freaks a mom (and dad) out. The doctor prescribed an elimination diet and a wait and see attitude, since Little Man was not exhibiting any other symptoms. In fact, he seemed perfectly healthy and happy.
The elimination diet I have now been on for four and a half months is wearing thin, to say the least. Of course, I am overjoyed that the Little Man is now symptom free, and has been for almost a month, but my taste buds are getting itchy. I'd really like some bread. Or cheese. Or nuts. Or actual noodles instead of rice or corn noodles.
At first I just had to give up dairy and eggs. Then dairy and eggs and soy and citrus and strawberries and tomatoes and chocolate (CHOCOLATE!! NOOOOOOO!!!!). Then I talked to the doctor again and she said, "OH, I forgot to tell you about nuts. You need to cut out nuts. Sorry!" This was all in the span of a week, just after Easter.
Five weeks into this brutality, with no improvement of symptoms, I was told to cut out wheat. I was now living the life of a gluten-free semi-vegan, and it sucked. It still sucks. But it doesn't suck as bad as Kristen's elimination diet did.
But there is hope for me -- today marks Little Man's one month free of symptoms. Our pediatrician said that I could add back a food after one month of no blood, since Little Man was symptomatic for so long. (Ok, for the last month I have cheated on the citrus and to a lesser extent, the tomatoes, but the GI doc said that was fine, and Munchie is still symptom free.) I really want more variety, but at the same time I am scared Little Man's symptoms will return. And I really don't want them to return.
I have put calls in to the pediatrician and the GI Doc's office to confirm my allowance. I don't want to have any backsliding. But part of me wonders, "what if it really is just the milk? Have I not been eating all these other things in vain?" At the same time, what if it's not the milk? The uncertainty is extremely frustrating. And the only way to get the answer is to risk seeing red again. Ugh.
This has definitely tested my willpower, but not as much as I had initially thought. To give something up for my own better health or weight loss is MUCH harder than giving up a lot of things for the benefit of my son's health. It is only recently that I have had cravings for the forbidden foods.
The diet was hard at first, because I did not know how to eat properly without all of those foods in my diet, especially dairy and wheat (and soy is now in EVERYTHING!! I swear!). I was constantly hungry, and had a headache the entire first week.
Now I don't feel any different than before -- I just eat differently. People ask me all the time if I feel GREAT! now that I've cut out dairy. But I don't. I feel exactly the same. Only I REALLY miss dairy. ;)
I will let you know how things pan out. Here's to hoping I can add a food, and that Little Man stays symptom free!
8.18.2007
RookieMoms Activity #437
Document Examples of Bad Parenting
#6 helps #5 with a pint of Trumer Pils.
#5 gets totally jealous that he can't really have the beer. Poor #5. Only a little over 20 more years to wait! (Or 15, according to #3. We'll see about that.)
Note the Guinness hat and Guinness sign above #6; see #6's Profile.
8.15.2007
Profile of a Cracker: #6
LIKES: Golf, Guinness, Barbecuing, Beating my husband at Tiger Woods Golf '07
DISLIKES: Losing to my husband at Tiger Woods Golf '07, running out of beer
AWESOME RANDOM FACT: When told about "Crackerness," asked if he could be Cracker #1
Cracker #6 is truly a special guy. Where others spell their name with an "I," number 6 uses a "Y." #6 is totally comfortable in his own skin (and his own Crackerness), something we should all aspire to.
We met #6 in the NICU, where our boys were roommates. #5 and #8 shared a room for two weeks, the longest we had ever roomed with anyone. #7 (#6's wife) and I had been getting to know each other during the day. When our husbands came that night, #6 was ready to make some new friends. We found out that we lived fairly close to each other, and when I said that we didn't have any friends in the area with babies, #6 said, "Well, you do now!"
Awesome. Just awesome. There weren't that many couples like us in the NICU -- on the younger side, able to have Mom at the hospital all day, having a "wimpy white boy" -- and the one other couple that was like us (and had also been a roommate), wasn't friendly at all. In one small gesture, #6 formed a bond that will last a lifetime.
It is a very tough experience to have your (first) baby in the hospital for weeks on end. It is an experience that is impossible to describe to someone else -- the feelings, the worries, the setbacks -- and to have friends who went through the same thing makes getting along in the world OUTSIDE of the hospital SO much easier.
Little Man was VERY lucky. He was born at 32 weeks and "only" spent four weeks in the hospital. #8 was born at 27 weeks and spent TEN AND A HALF WEEKS in the NICU. The strength and courage of #'s 6 & 7 truly amaze me to this day.
#8 came home from the hospital two and a half weeks after #5. Those early months home were made much more enjoyable by our friendship fostered by #6. We understood the limitations and "corrected age" expectations of our boys, and our complete germ-phobia from what we call "The Fear of The NICU." So we were free to socialize with each other, when we were all too afraid to socialize with anyone else. Or the world in general.
#6 is the one who suggested we finally (GASP!) take our boys out in public for a ball game. He is also King of the Tailgate, coming fully prepared with BBQ, beers and chairs. He can make anyone feel welcome at his parties (tailgate or otherwise) with his open smile and friendly demeanor.
I haven't fully been able to point out #6's specific examples of Crackerness, in fact this profile has been a bit of a love fest, but rest assured, #6 is a TOTAL and COMPLETE Cracker. We like him that way. Thanks for joining the crew, #6.
8.14.2007
8.13.2007
Hearts Everyday
Challenge #3
This one felt like cheating, since I get to see these hearts two or three times a day, minimum. I love surrounding myself with hearts -- there are more hearts in my house I could offer up! It's no wonder my nickname as a baby was Happy Heart. ;)
I will try to find some hearts out and about today, but for now, may my everyday hearts make you smile.
Updated: I was amazed when I saw this on my way out of the house. I had forgotten I had a heart there, too!
8.12.2007
8.11.2007
8.10.2007
Books, Walks & the Park
Family time is hard to come by in our house, what with a daddy that regularly comes home at 7pm and a baby that regularly goes to bed at 8pm. So we have to do our best to get in some all-together time on the weeknights. Weekends, however, are fair game. We usually try to spend as much time together as we can, and like to include the dog when possible.
Weeknight togetherness with a seven month old usually means sharing a book or some toys with the Little Man. It can also mean all of us -- including the dog -- watching Little Man have his way with some solid foods. One particularly interesting activity is watching dad iron a shirt for the next day. Seriously, people, I kid you not.
On the weekends we really get down to having some fun. The whole family gets out for a walk and enjoys the weather and scenery (we are lucky to live in a very verdant neighborhood). If we are feeling particularly motivated, we bring the picnic blanket and a few toys, and set up camp at a local park. Dad, Mom and Baby get to relax on the blanket while the dog wanders around, stimulating her senses. We can try to get the Little Man interested in the toys we brought or the rustling of the leaves in the trees overhead. When all else fails, there's always the baby swing. Mom or dad can push while the other takes photos.
Another popular family activity is called "photo shoot." We put the Little Man in a cute outfit, put down a backdrop, and start making fools of ourselves to get the baby to smile. We take turns being the photographer and smile maker, and it's a good time for all.
While it can be hard to make time for the family to share, it is the simple things that can make family time so wonderful.
This post is brought to you in conjunction with Parent Bloggers Network & EA’s Wii-Boogie, a family gaming experience. Shake it. Sing it. Create it.
Speaking of Celebrities...
We totally ran into Greg Germann last night at our locals-only park (you wouldn't know it was there unless you live in the neighborhood). Remember him from Ally McBeal?
We were on a walk with CrackerDog, Sasha, while Little Man took a stroller nap. My two neighborhood mommy friends and their babies and dogs were waiting for us to come back form the watering hole (Sasha is one thirsty bitch!), and Greg talked them up, then saw us coming back and said, "another baby!" I studied his face, wondering if it was really that guy. I knew that I knew him, but couldn't think of his name!
Anyway, he said Munchie was really cute, and once Greg was out of earshot us mommies all tried to figure out who he was, LOL. He is much better looking in person than he is on TV. He was with his son, who had longish hair, and was really cute, too. Made me think he may live in the neighborhood, after all! (Lots of boys in our town have long hair -- or maybe that's just a general trend these days?)
I wonder who we'll run into next!
8.09.2007
Do You Know How Hard It Is To Do A Reverse Diaper Change?
8.08.2007
Top 5 Reasons NOT to Breastfeed
Now that Breastfeeding Awareness Week is officially over, I bring you (a tongue-in-cheek) look at why you DO NOT want to breastfeed:
5. You value the sanctity of your neck and back.
4. You value the sanctity of your nipples.
3. "The only person getting close to my nipples is my body piercer."
2. "I was formula fed, and I turned out great!"
1. "Like, eeeww, gross...it's disgusting! I don't want some little...creature sucking on my boob!"
No babies were harmed in the making of this post. For the record, my mother breastfed all four of her kids into eternity.
8.07.2007
The Cuteness
Little Man and I went to a FREE!!! infant massage class today. Also at the class was RookieMom Whitney, looking even more beautiful in person than she does on her website. I love meeting blogebrities in person -- it's pretty cool -- almost like meeting a celebrity!
I had the pleasure of meeting her partner in crime, Heather, a few weeks ago at a local park. Both ladies seem super down to earth and were really friendly to a lowly, newbie blogger like me. :)
Little Man really enjoyed the massage techniques. I think he could tell that my previous attempts at massaging him were seriously lame. He was the oldest baby there, though a couple of the three-month olds were nearly as heavy as him!
Our instructor was definitely on the hippie side of the spectrum. She instructed us to ask our babies for permission to massage them before beginning. Good stuff. She also told us how asking them for permission to touch them now would help them fend off sexual abuse in the future. Um, okay...if you say so. Whatever....
Anyway, I think we're gonna go to the next session on the 21st where a full body massage will be taught. (Today we just learned legs and feet.) The instructor also said that she could teach private lessons with three or more babies. Anyone in???
8.06.2007
PhotoJobJob
Assignment #2
Photograph something so close that it's hard to decipher what it is...Roll over the picture with your mouse to find out what it is (look at the bottom of your browser window for the file name).
My favorite:
Other interesting attempts:
Other not-as-interesting attempts:
Which one is your favorite?
8.05.2007
Happy Breastfeeding Awareness Week!
Breastfeeding Awareness Week is almost over, but it's a very important topic to me, and it definitely deserves a post.
I am so proud to have exclusively breast-milk-fed Little Man his entire life. It wasn't anywhere NEAR easy. In fact, at times it was excruciatingly difficult. I even wanted to give up entirely one weekend, but my husband gave me all the support I needed to continue (thanks, hun!).
You may have noticed I said breast-milk-fed. You see, Little Man was born at thirty-two weeks, and was fed exclusively through a tube, first through his mouth, and then through his nose, until he was almost thirty-five weeks. We got to start "recreational breastfeeding" sometime around thirty-four weeks, not for food, but to introduce him to the concept of sucking on mom instead of a pacifier.
When I think about all the obstacles the Little Man and I had to overcome to successfully breastfeed and compare it to other nursing couples that quit at far fewer problems, it makes me very sad. I think it all boils down to breastfeeding education, a strong support system and available resources to make nursing successful. I feel very fortunate that our NICU had a wonderful Lactation Consultant available every day, Monday through Friday, to help us moms with pumping, latching and positioning techniques and more.
I know I would have been determined to keep trying if she had not been available, but I also wanted to quit three weeks after Little Man came home from the hospital because it was JUST. SO. HARD. No sleep plus a constantly hungry baby makes mommy crazy and eager to give dad, grandma, anyone a bottle. So I know that if you don't have a good support system, which is wholly supportive of your breastfeeding plans, in place when the going gets rough, it is very likely that you will give up.
Luckily for me, I had tons of milk pumped from my twenty-one days of exclusive pumping, plus seven days of mostly pumping (I breastfed Little Man while I was at the hospital with him his final week there, after he learned how to feed, plus still pumped because I had more milk than he could eat). After Little Man came home from the hospital, my husband was able to give him a bottle of my milk every morning, and then when I needed a nap at night and on the weekends. It was a great relief for me. I was able to get a shred of sanity back in the three hours I could sleep, and not feel guilty because my son was getting my milk, and not formula.
I don't know how women who are breastfeeding exclusively (full-term babies who come home from the hospital with you) would find the time or energy to pump milk in order to get a break from the constant care a newborn requires. You do not get a break from breastfeeding in those early weeks, at least not very easily. Sending formula home with parents when they leave the hospital makes it a very attractive option when you're literally going insane from lack of sleep.
Not that breast(milk) feeding has to be all or nothing. I believe every bit of breast milk a baby can get is a good thing, and the more the better. But is it really that detrimental if a baby gets one bottle of formula a day? It really depends on the baby and the situation.
If one bottle of formula a day leads to two and so on, and the mother's milk supply dwindles because the breasts are not getting enough signals to produce milk (i.e., being sucked on), then obviously it is detrimental to the breastfeeding relationship. If you are of the opinion that breast milk is the perfect food for babies, then it is also detrimental to the baby. If you don't have an opinion one way or the about the difference between breast milk and formula, then, eh...it doesn't matter.
The babies I personally know that are mostly breastfed and get a bottle of formula occasionally all have to use pre-digested versions of formula, as regular formula gives them funky digestive troubles. Formula is just not as easy on their immature digestive systems as breast milk. Some of these babies still have trouble with gas and eliminating even with the "gentle" formula. In this situation, perhaps it's not optimal, but I wouldn't say it is detrimental unless the baby is really suffering from gas, etc., from the formula.
I fully support formula use where it is an absolute necessity for the mom. If you are prone to depression, or have had post-partum depression before, it's probably best for you and the baby to formula feed. I believe that Mommy needs to be sane to function and be a healthy and happy (well as happy as you can be coming down from all those hormones!) caregiver. If there is some other medical reason you need to formula feed, then by all means go forth and feed without guilt. If you CAN'T do something about it, then why beat yourself up over it? It's not productive for you or your family to feel bad about the smart choice you are making.
If you CAN breastfeed, and choose not to (not even try), I would just hope that you are making a well informed decision. I think the many benefits of breastfeeding (always there, ready, right temperature, no bottles to lug around) outweigh the inconveniences (little to no freedom for mom), and that the benefits of formula feeding (more freedom for mom) do not outweigh the inconveniences (lugging bottles and formula and water everywhere, risk of running out, etc.). At least for me.
There have been times when, of course, I have thought, "well, wouldn't it be nice if he could just take a bottle (of formula)?" I wouldn't have to pump milk for him if I wanted to go out for an extended period of time...I could do something spur of the moment. But being with my son is not a burden. And he can easily go most places I want to go. I am not ashamed to breastfeed in public. With my Hooter Hider and my legal right to do so by my side, we are an unstoppable nursing pair!
One reason women wean early or cut way back on breastfeeding is because of our country's piss-poor excuse of maternity leave. I am lucky enough to be able to stay home with my son, for much, much longer than most moms are able. This has enabled us to successfully continue our breastfeeding relationship well over seven months.
If spending time with my baby because he absolutely must breast feed is the sacrifice I have to make for the first year of his life, well then, that's the way it has to be. When I look at it in a positive light, i.e., I get to spend time with my son which will never occur again in the same way, it sounds awesome. If you look at it as "I never get to go out and do anything by myself," then of course it sounds bad. I do get to go out, just not for very long. Hopefully when Little Man is less dependent on me for nourishment and comfort, I can get some "me" time back -- but for now, I just remember that my entire life before having him was, essentially (more or less), "me" time.
I am extremely proud that Little Man has had less than a half-cup of formula his whole life. He wouldn't have gotten any, but he was having an allergy issue and we were to try hypo-allergenic formula. (Btw, that stuff is NASTY! It seriously smells like rotting Fritos.) Little Man, however, had the wits to refuse that stuff, and we gave up on that and just hoped that my elimination diet would do the trick. It did, eventually, after nine weeks -- we had great improvement followed by a small relapse. But now, four months later, he is symptom free, all without the formula the GI doctor was heavily pushing on us as the answer.
I was on bed rest for almost two weeks before Little Man was born, so fortunately I had some time to educate myself about breastfeeding. The parent education department of the hospital brought Labor, Breastfeeding and Baby Care books to my room. I learned the science behind breastfeeding, along with technique tips and resources available to me should I encounter a problem. I feel very lucky that I got this education, as I needed all of the information I learned to become successful at breastfeeding.
Having resources available to you as you learn to breastfeed is a crucial part of the puzzle that many women don't have. A Lactation Consultant, experienced breastfeeder, and supportive partner are great resources to reach out to for advice, moral support, and a shoulder to cry on. Unfortunately, not all women can afford a visit with a Lactation Consultant. The two to four days you spend in the hospital are not enough time to learn how to breastfeed -- if your hospital even has a Lactation Consultant. Some women don't know anyone who has successfully breastfed, or perhaps they feel awkward asking her for help. Finally, a supportive partner can be hard to come by! Imagine not having any of these resources and trying to breastfeed. It is an immense struggle. We need all the help, love and support we can get in learning how to feed our baby. This support needs to continue throughout the breastfeeding relationship to achieve the one-year goal, heck, even the six-month goal.
Congratulate yourselves, ladies, if you've been able to breastfeed your baby -- even a little bit. It is hard work, and I applaud you!
8.03.2007
Dear Elderly Neighbor Lady
Dear Elderly Neighbor Lady,
Thanks for having Little Man and me over yesterday. It was really fun in a, "let's listen to really loud classical music while we watch the baby squirm" kinda way. It was so very generous of you to get Munchie a toy, though wholly unneccessary. But greatly appreciated. I, of course, didn't bring any toys with us, so it was nice for him to have something to suck on besides my boob.
I'm very sorry that when you held the little bugger, he decided he just had to eat your arm, and in doing so, ruptured your very thin, old-lady skin. Man. That'll teach me to let old people hold him. He's just too much of everything for y'all.
Anyway, we had a fabulous time and we must do it again soon. Perhaps when Little Man is like five or something.
Love,
Your neighbors, VDog & Little Man
8.02.2007
Profile of a Cracker at 7 months
You are now seven months old, #5, and oh what a Cracker you have become. You are definitely taking after your comrades in Crackerness. Your Uncle Cracker, #3, has been schooling you in the art of the break off (like ralphing all over me at the most opportune moments). Your Dad and I, #'s 1 and 2, respectively, are trying to teach you how to embrace your inner Cracker and be yourself, even if this means farting in front of company and downloading a doozy in your pants. #4 is trying to hold it all together for the rest of us, bringing in the sweetness and light (and her own particular style of Cracker as well). Our friends #'s 6 & 7 bring over your friend and NICU roommate, #8, for play dates, and to assure you that you're not the only Cracker baby.
Let's talk about your eating...you definitely do that Crackah-style. You used to breastfeed, like, ALL THE FRICKIN' TIME. #7 even asked, "is there ever a time that kid's (that being you, #5) NOT on your boob?" Yes, it was that serious. I have never known a kid that has EVER eaten as much or as often as you.
Then one day, you just weren't as interested. Too much other cool stuff to check out. "No problem, I can always eat later," seemed to be your attitude. And so we started solid foods...
Your previous fervor for the boob has now transferred to eating solids. You scratch and claw at my hand, trying to bring the spoon to your mouth. At first, you totally dug the rice cereal. Then we tried avocado, and there was no going back. Now you won't even open your mouth for rice cereal, only avocado. Smart boy. Definitely Crackah-style. Why have something good when you could have something even better?
Your general demeanor is definitely different from a lot of other babies I see as well. Apparently your Crackerness is inherent. You writhe so wildy and with such fervor that sometimes we think something's wrong with you. But it's probably just because you're a Cracker, just like Mom and Dad.
At Gymboree, you move unlike any of the other babies there. And your shrieking -- MY GOODNESS!!! THE SHRIEKING!! -- would cause any "normal" parent to seek help. But I think it's just your normal Cracker glee coming out. I think you scared some of the other moms there AND made them thankful that they don't have to parent a little Cracker.
But you are the perfect Little Man for your Father (pronounced FA-zha) and me. I love you so completely and with all of my being. You are MY Crackah, and I love you for being you, you crazy little bunbuns.
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