Today I took Michael home, gave him some yogurt as a snack (which he ate all on his own with a minimum of fuss), and then started to watch a tv show of my own.
He was fine with this until he finished his yogurt and, instead of getting him some right away, I offered him some bread. That may not seem like a great deal, but normally he likes bread and he even initially reached for it eagerly... before he clearly remembered that he wanted yogurt and went from grabbing it to pushing it away.
Then, when I told him he didn't have to eat it, he threw it across the room. I told him that wasn't cool, took the bread, and said "No yogurt."
Cue tears.
Then he started demanding "Minky" (he knows, and sometimes says, it is "Mickey Mouse" but I think the word "monkey" is just something he's already familiar with) because recently we got two episodes of the The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse show. Insistently. Repeatedly.
I held out for about fifteen minutes, and then gave him five minutes of Mickey before (with plenty of warning) switching back to my show.
He flipped, completely. He was inconsolable. After a few minutes with at best momentary reprieves I took him back to his room in the hopes he'd find something there to distract him, but got nothing; as soon as I put him down he wailed all the way into his bed. After I made it clear that there would be no Mickey, I told him to play with his toys and left with the door open.
Five minutes of crying.
I went back in to make sure he was ok, and he basically said the word "Mickey" about a dozen times over the course of thirty seconds as he cried. I told him that there would be no Mickey, and that he could come outside and sit with me when he was happy again.
About ten minutes later (with plenty of crying in the meantime) he came toddling out with his dog toy, his teddy bear, and his little "snuggle" blanket all in his arms, laughing.
His temper was still a little short for the rest of the evening, but we had fun playing with the dog and bear (I made voices for each and had them do dive-bombing runs to hug him in a way that he found hilarious) with a big turn-around in attitude once Veronica got home.
When I told her about it she noted that this was Michael's first time-out, and I gotta say that if that's the case he handled it pretty well.
He's a sweet little guy, even when he is crazy.
Can't believe he turns two next month.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Updates? Who Has Time For Updates? Keep Up!
This boy is growing like a weed.
A sort of hefty weed.
Actually, I thinking he may be some sort of tree.
Michael is a year old, and I'll be linking to some of his birthday pictures below. Suffice to say that he is large, in charge, and excels at winning the hearts and minds of the local population.
Every day he's looking around more, getting a bit more willful about where he goes or what he's doing, and reacts in a more complex way to me and Veronica (and just about everything else in the world).
Consider this my attempt to set a standard of new catch-up posts, as the long-form ones of the past don't seem to be something I can maintain at the moment.
1. Size and Health
This is my baby:
This is my baby on FOOD:
He's 83rd percentile in weight, 58th in height, and 89th in head size. Boy is all big and stuff.
2. School
He's in day care five days a week and having a blast. His mom drops him off, his dad picks him up, and he's just moved into the toddler room (despite having some trouble getting his balance down and so not exactly toddling yet).
He's sleeping on a cot with the big kids now. Holy cow!
3. Mobility
Ok, so he's not exactly running about the place; staying upright without support is something he's still working on. But man can he crawl around full speed, and the look of manic glee when he makes a break for something he knows you're going to try and stop him from getting is at least as endearing as it is frustrating.
4. Personality
I'll let the kid speak for himself.
A sort of hefty weed.
Actually, I thinking he may be some sort of tree.
Michael is a year old, and I'll be linking to some of his birthday pictures below. Suffice to say that he is large, in charge, and excels at winning the hearts and minds of the local population.
Every day he's looking around more, getting a bit more willful about where he goes or what he's doing, and reacts in a more complex way to me and Veronica (and just about everything else in the world).
Consider this my attempt to set a standard of new catch-up posts, as the long-form ones of the past don't seem to be something I can maintain at the moment.
1. Size and Health
This is my baby:
This is my baby on FOOD:
He's 83rd percentile in weight, 58th in height, and 89th in head size. Boy is all big and stuff.
2. School
He's in day care five days a week and having a blast. His mom drops him off, his dad picks him up, and he's just moved into the toddler room (despite having some trouble getting his balance down and so not exactly toddling yet).
He's sleeping on a cot with the big kids now. Holy cow!
3. Mobility
Ok, so he's not exactly running about the place; staying upright without support is something he's still working on. But man can he crawl around full speed, and the look of manic glee when he makes a break for something he knows you're going to try and stop him from getting is at least as endearing as it is frustrating.
4. Personality
I'll let the kid speak for himself.
Love this kid, so much.
Hope to post again soon!
Saturday, May 14, 2011
A Quick Montage, Part 2
Sometime in the last few months, there's been a change.
As a simple an ability as holding his head straight, turning on the floor or in your arms to look at something, completely changes the way you look at your child.
How is this not a revelation? It sneaks up on you so slowly, so carefully, it feels like waking up in the morning.
A few weeks ago I started assisting with feeding Michael solid foods. He's been eating them for months now, but Veronica wanted to make sure that (as much as is possible) he was feeding himself; at first this was essentially a mess all over the fornt of whatever he was wearing at the time, and after he got used to it he still ate very slowly. Grasping at the spoon, he'd pull the food into his mouth while getting most of it all over his mouth.
I'd get some of the food (including the bottles) ready for him every other day, either just handing off one of the pre-made jars that we'd gotten or making one from the baby-food ice cubes that Veronica had made, and he would eat it at daycare or when Veronica fed him at home. Every so often I'd feed him myself, but it felt like a slow and messy process that I didn't want to mess up by applying my approach.
At my sister's, on a trip with Veronica and Michael, I was asked multiple times to handle that part of his feeding, and he adapted quickly to my slight variation to the process (it basically involved him getting annoyed enough to grap lower on the spoon and get less of it on his face... but it also took longer).
I mention all of that, because I want to make it clear: The issue was not whether my baby son was in part feeding himself, but how he was feeding himself and how long that method took.
Now he's practically feeding himself lemons.
No, he's not crawling (though he can turn himself in a circle pretty easily and scoot forward just a tiny amount), but he'd obviously on the verge.
He's huge, he's getting bigger, and every day he's more a little boy than a baby.
It's pretty astounding.
As a simple an ability as holding his head straight, turning on the floor or in your arms to look at something, completely changes the way you look at your child.
How is this not a revelation? It sneaks up on you so slowly, so carefully, it feels like waking up in the morning.
A few weeks ago I started assisting with feeding Michael solid foods. He's been eating them for months now, but Veronica wanted to make sure that (as much as is possible) he was feeding himself; at first this was essentially a mess all over the fornt of whatever he was wearing at the time, and after he got used to it he still ate very slowly. Grasping at the spoon, he'd pull the food into his mouth while getting most of it all over his mouth.
I'd get some of the food (including the bottles) ready for him every other day, either just handing off one of the pre-made jars that we'd gotten or making one from the baby-food ice cubes that Veronica had made, and he would eat it at daycare or when Veronica fed him at home. Every so often I'd feed him myself, but it felt like a slow and messy process that I didn't want to mess up by applying my approach.
At my sister's, on a trip with Veronica and Michael, I was asked multiple times to handle that part of his feeding, and he adapted quickly to my slight variation to the process (it basically involved him getting annoyed enough to grap lower on the spoon and get less of it on his face... but it also took longer).
I mention all of that, because I want to make it clear: The issue was not whether my baby son was in part feeding himself, but how he was feeding himself and how long that method took.
Now he's practically feeding himself lemons.
No, he's not crawling (though he can turn himself in a circle pretty easily and scoot forward just a tiny amount), but he'd obviously on the verge.
He's huge, he's getting bigger, and every day he's more a little boy than a baby.
It's pretty astounding.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
A Quick Montage, Part 1
Michael is going to be 8 months old as of May 10th.
I have no idea how to wrap my head around that.
It means, among other things, that I've been sadly lacking when it comes to keeping this blog updated. Originally I imagined that I'd put something new up here every few days as he did some little new thing or I learned some little new lesson.
The truth is, though, that it's all so simultaneously gradual and fast that you can really miss realizing there's anything to say if you're not careful. It's exactly the reason we've been doing a photo of him every week, but I wanted to keep this up to date as well.
So let me give something of an overarching look at the boy's life so far.
I'll try to do it in 2 posts over the next few days.
I have no idea how to wrap my head around that.
It means, among other things, that I've been sadly lacking when it comes to keeping this blog updated. Originally I imagined that I'd put something new up here every few days as he did some little new thing or I learned some little new lesson.
The truth is, though, that it's all so simultaneously gradual and fast that you can really miss realizing there's anything to say if you're not careful. It's exactly the reason we've been doing a photo of him every week, but I wanted to keep this up to date as well.
So let me give something of an overarching look at the boy's life so far.
I'll try to do it in 2 posts over the next few days.
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When he was just a few months old he wasn't particularly active but he still managed to be a little bit of a handful; he came home from the hospital rather small, but filled out pretty quickly and soon made a habit of using the weight of his head to move his body around.
By "using the weight of his head" I mean "flinging his head around, seemingly at random."
For the first stretch, Veronica and tried to work out a system whereby she could get a good chunk of sleep even though she was feeding him roughly every three or four hours. My approach to this was making her go to bed around 8, taking care of him until midnight or so, getting him in bed when I was sure he was totally out, and then getting up to take a morning shift so she could get a little extra shut-eye.
That worked alright, but she still ended up getting less sleep than me because I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat and am difficult to wake up.
Eventually the schedule changed as the baby began sleeping for longer, and it wasn't very long before we gave Michael a bed-time; he'd get a bath or little scrub-down, a new diaper with PJs, some food, and then we'd try to get him to sleep.
This is, pretty much, the system we're using now and it's gotten to the point we can put him down when he's still mostly awake with the expectation he'll go to sleep shortly after.
Well, sometimes anyway.
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During the day our boy was learning to grab things and laugh, see shapes, and go on walks with his parents. It's been noted by a few people that he's a very smiley and good-natured little boy, something that we can't take complete credit for at this point but which we have tried to encourage. When he cries or is upset we do our best not to necessarily placate (though there is some of that), but to chatter at him him in a calm and conversational way; it's not like we're reasoning with him, or even that he can hear us at all when he's really going, but often it seems to draw out a smile even when he's trying loudly to let us know that he's got a bit of gas or is hungry earlier than he should be.
That's enough, sometimes, and it helps to keep mom and dad calm in the midst of the storm because we can talk about what's going on without getting swept up too much in his reaction. Because, honestly, it's easy to let his distress feed into my frustration or worry if I'm not being careful.
So, yes, he's been a mostly happy and rather calm baby most of the time.
He does seem to have lost the common "all of you people are crazy" and "what was that?!?" looks that were so prevalent early on, such as the one he gave the entire church when he was being shown around by the priest after his christening. There are similar looks, but those were something special and they're far less common now.
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One interesting note is that our dog seemed a little unsure of what to do around the baby; if the kid was on his blanket or stretched out in his little bouncy recliner there wasn't a problem (he'd even sit near, protectively, or sniff him curiously), but if either of us picked Michael up the dog would get some distance as if he didn't want anything to do with what might happen next. He acted like we were going to throw the baby at him, or use the baby as a bat or something.
The dog's calmed down a little bit, but you can still see the reaction at times.
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I'll give some more next time.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Random Encounters: Crawling A Dungeon
I stumbled across this very nifty little find, through the awesome Geek Dad blog in a little review/post of theirs, during the last week: Kids Dungeon Adventure.
Their motto is "You Bring the Dungeon, We Bring the Monsters" and it essentially involves crafting a simple maze or labyrinth out of toys your kid already has, letting them travel through it with action figures or dolls as adventurers while they defeat monsters to get cool treasures.
It's only $5.99 to download the monsters, and it's aimed at kids as young as 4 years old.
I can't wait to try out stuff like this!
Their motto is "You Bring the Dungeon, We Bring the Monsters" and it essentially involves crafting a simple maze or labyrinth out of toys your kid already has, letting them travel through it with action figures or dolls as adventurers while they defeat monsters to get cool treasures.
It's only $5.99 to download the monsters, and it's aimed at kids as young as 4 years old.
I can't wait to try out stuff like this!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Random Encounters: Mechanics of Fun
So I've been reading a pretty fascinating book called Reality is Broken by Jane McGonigal, and it has me thinking not only about myself but on raising a child.
The short version of the book is this; it's by someone who studies games, who likes to create simple games that seem more like creative school activities or marketing strategies than videogames or the like, and who believes that with a growing focus on games comes a growing opportunity to take what makes games loved and apply those lessons to real life.
Some people accuse her of being naive at best, a creator of "opiates for the masses" at worst, and a "management caricature of what a game developer is" somewhere in-between the two. Personally I've gotten some cool perspective on my personal preferences in entertainment and gaming by reading her theories on them, and think that the development of the first few chapters makes a strong case for her starting premises. Not to mention how she applies those ideas to various real-world examples.
I mean the statement (to paraphrase) "play is extra work that we choose to do, and often the harder it is the more we love it" really blew me away because I'd never thought of games, from golf to board games to video games, that way before.
Anyway, one of the things she talks about is the way that good games engage and encourage by emphasizing feedback to the person "playing" and provide a sense of accomplishment even in failure or victorious triumph in moments success. She talks a bit about the Quest to Learn school in New York that's built an entire method of teaching around those ideas, and while it hasn't gotten higher-than-average results on standardized tests so far, it does seem to have happier kids with similar results to more traditional schools.
In the past I'd considered how to handle future parenting concerns, from allowances to chores, with systems that'd be fair and hopefully encouraging... this just lays the idea bare and helps me really examine what I'd be trying to accomplish and why.
I feel like I not only can take such ideas a little more seriously, but I sort of have to. It's a challenge, and one that I think can have some pretty solid rewards if met.
In other words...
A reaction which really plays into the ideas I've been talking about.
See you next time!
The short version of the book is this; it's by someone who studies games, who likes to create simple games that seem more like creative school activities or marketing strategies than videogames or the like, and who believes that with a growing focus on games comes a growing opportunity to take what makes games loved and apply those lessons to real life.
Some people accuse her of being naive at best, a creator of "opiates for the masses" at worst, and a "management caricature of what a game developer is" somewhere in-between the two. Personally I've gotten some cool perspective on my personal preferences in entertainment and gaming by reading her theories on them, and think that the development of the first few chapters makes a strong case for her starting premises. Not to mention how she applies those ideas to various real-world examples.
I mean the statement (to paraphrase) "play is extra work that we choose to do, and often the harder it is the more we love it" really blew me away because I'd never thought of games, from golf to board games to video games, that way before.
Anyway, one of the things she talks about is the way that good games engage and encourage by emphasizing feedback to the person "playing" and provide a sense of accomplishment even in failure or victorious triumph in moments success. She talks a bit about the Quest to Learn school in New York that's built an entire method of teaching around those ideas, and while it hasn't gotten higher-than-average results on standardized tests so far, it does seem to have happier kids with similar results to more traditional schools.
In the past I'd considered how to handle future parenting concerns, from allowances to chores, with systems that'd be fair and hopefully encouraging... this just lays the idea bare and helps me really examine what I'd be trying to accomplish and why.
I feel like I not only can take such ideas a little more seriously, but I sort of have to. It's a challenge, and one that I think can have some pretty solid rewards if met.
In other words...
A reaction which really plays into the ideas I've been talking about.
See you next time!
Bumpity
This blog is not forgotten, though it is apparently well neglected.
We're seven months in, and I can't even begin to feel like I've learned enough to share enough.
But I'll try to do it more.
As of this week the boy is bouncing, smiling, reaching, trying to feed himself a little, and generally growing more engaged with the world every day. It's hard to see all of it, to remember to record it here, but I will try.
In the meantime I'm also going to keep on myself about adding my reactions to various related bits of news.
We're seven months in, and I can't even begin to feel like I've learned enough to share enough.
But I'll try to do it more.
As of this week the boy is bouncing, smiling, reaching, trying to feed himself a little, and generally growing more engaged with the world every day. It's hard to see all of it, to remember to record it here, but I will try.
In the meantime I'm also going to keep on myself about adding my reactions to various related bits of news.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Random Encounters: Making Things
When I was growing up I always wanted to make things. I mean, I usually had no idea what it actually entailed and I wasn't exactly crafty, but I wanted it to happen.
Recently my mom reminded me of when I got it into my head that I was going to build a robot, likely because I'd seen something on television (a toy, a kit, a science show) that took the idea of a robot from fictional-cool and made it oh-this-is-real. She told me that she felt so bad because I obviously really wanted it, and I was sure that just a quick trip to the hardware store and some guidance from my parents could make it happen.
I told her that I've never forgotten that.
"Well," I thought, "If people can make a robot with real stuff, like screws and batteries and wheels, it must be something I can do."
This is totally NOT something I made.
I collected materials from around the house and put them in a brown paper bag. Screws, string, maybe some wire, nuts and bolts, a few batteries. Were there pennies in there? Probably.
That was 1986 or so.
I kept that rumpled brown bag for a long time, long after I'd sort-of-realized-but-not-really-accepted that it didn't work that way.
Around the same time I wrote stories (I vaguely remember one about a little boy who goes to find Jack Frost, and becomes Jack Frost; my dad had it typed up), and a few years later I drew very short and strange super-hero comic books. Thanks to the Cub Scouts I got some basics of building simple things out of wood, and even did a block print once (our Scout Leader was a local artist).
When I was 12 I wanted to design a video game, and once again had absolutely no clue what that entailed. Some friends and I designed levels and pitches and concepts, filling up pages of notebooks with doodles and sketches.
Funny story, it was one of my friends saying that he'd found papers about the highly technical process of making video games "on the information superhighway" (essentially Usenet articles by programmers, in a language that would have been so far over our heads as be out of sight, but we didn't know that at the time) that got me to bug my parents about getting an internet service.
Later there were short stories, poems, attempts at drawing again, roleplaying game ideas, and more. At one point I wanted to make a one-string blues guitar but didn't, and there's really no excuse not to do that.
I mean, look at it!
I'm probably forgetting lots of things.
They weren't all forgotten or put away. I've actually finished (or, in the case of the middle link, did more than I thought I would at the start) small projects here and there, even making a tiny bit of money off selling one as a book, and I have plenty of fun just messing around with them as they come.
Anyway, as I sit here and try to fight off my brain's latest distractions (writing down the various aspects of these new RPG ideas for later use) while trying to study... I think about Michael and all the things he's going to want to do.
What will he want to build? Or draw? Or write?
I don't know. I don't have the first clue. But I can't wait to find out, and I'm actually excited enough about it that I bought books of activities for things we can make together months before he was born.
We're going to make things!
...maybe even a robot!
Recently my mom reminded me of when I got it into my head that I was going to build a robot, likely because I'd seen something on television (a toy, a kit, a science show) that took the idea of a robot from fictional-cool and made it oh-this-is-real. She told me that she felt so bad because I obviously really wanted it, and I was sure that just a quick trip to the hardware store and some guidance from my parents could make it happen.
I told her that I've never forgotten that.
"Well," I thought, "If people can make a robot with real stuff, like screws and batteries and wheels, it must be something I can do."
I collected materials from around the house and put them in a brown paper bag. Screws, string, maybe some wire, nuts and bolts, a few batteries. Were there pennies in there? Probably.
That was 1986 or so.
I kept that rumpled brown bag for a long time, long after I'd sort-of-realized-but-not-really-accepted that it didn't work that way.
Around the same time I wrote stories (I vaguely remember one about a little boy who goes to find Jack Frost, and becomes Jack Frost; my dad had it typed up), and a few years later I drew very short and strange super-hero comic books. Thanks to the Cub Scouts I got some basics of building simple things out of wood, and even did a block print once (our Scout Leader was a local artist).
When I was 12 I wanted to design a video game, and once again had absolutely no clue what that entailed. Some friends and I designed levels and pitches and concepts, filling up pages of notebooks with doodles and sketches.
Funny story, it was one of my friends saying that he'd found papers about the highly technical process of making video games "on the information superhighway" (essentially Usenet articles by programmers, in a language that would have been so far over our heads as be out of sight, but we didn't know that at the time) that got me to bug my parents about getting an internet service.
Later there were short stories, poems, attempts at drawing again, roleplaying game ideas, and more. At one point I wanted to make a one-string blues guitar but didn't, and there's really no excuse not to do that.
I mean, look at it!
I'm probably forgetting lots of things.
They weren't all forgotten or put away. I've actually finished (or, in the case of the middle link, did more than I thought I would at the start) small projects here and there, even making a tiny bit of money off selling one as a book, and I have plenty of fun just messing around with them as they come.
Anyway, as I sit here and try to fight off my brain's latest distractions (writing down the various aspects of these new RPG ideas for later use) while trying to study... I think about Michael and all the things he's going to want to do.
What will he want to build? Or draw? Or write?
I don't know. I don't have the first clue. But I can't wait to find out, and I'm actually excited enough about it that I bought books of activities for things we can make together months before he was born.
We're going to make things!
...maybe even a robot!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Increments of Time
Yesterday was December 10th, which marked the third calendar month that Little Michael has been in the world. I use the phrase "calendar month" because I had honestly been counting his age by number of weeks.
Now I know why parents do that.
It's not just that you're caught up in milestones of how long the little kid's been around, it's because you just spent 9 months of your life counting everything out in weeks. We don't measure the progress of trimesters and pregnancy by the calendar month, we measure it by the march of days and weeks from one set point to another.
For 9 months.
And then the baby's born and you have a 2-week check-up, and a 4-week check-up, and then we're at 4 and a half weeks and what do we call that? A month and a half, right?
It's really easy to, at least when thinking of the baby, stick with the system of measuring time that you've been using for almost a year (or, before too long, an entire year).
In any case, this led to some confusion recently, and I was spending some time thinking about it. Personally I wouldn't mind just counting along for 4 week periods until we rolled around to September 10, 2011 and count it from the calendar from then on, but now that it's been pointed out I suppose that I'll just go to the calendar.
So, happy 3 months Little Michael! Hope that the next 9 treat you well!
Now I know why parents do that.
It's not just that you're caught up in milestones of how long the little kid's been around, it's because you just spent 9 months of your life counting everything out in weeks. We don't measure the progress of trimesters and pregnancy by the calendar month, we measure it by the march of days and weeks from one set point to another.
For 9 months.
And then the baby's born and you have a 2-week check-up, and a 4-week check-up, and then we're at 4 and a half weeks and what do we call that? A month and a half, right?
It's really easy to, at least when thinking of the baby, stick with the system of measuring time that you've been using for almost a year (or, before too long, an entire year).
In any case, this led to some confusion recently, and I was spending some time thinking about it. Personally I wouldn't mind just counting along for 4 week periods until we rolled around to September 10, 2011 and count it from the calendar from then on, but now that it's been pointed out I suppose that I'll just go to the calendar.
So, happy 3 months Little Michael! Hope that the next 9 treat you well!
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Different Editions: Books?
I'm going to start marking posts that have to do with realizations about the difference between Michael' generation and my own.
They'll be entitled "Different Editions" which is a book joke and a gamer joke at the same time.
The first just struck me the other day.
It's not like Michael will grow up in a world without books; even trimming the fat of my book collection I have managed to more than fill an extra giant book shelf since our last move. I love books, and I hope that Michael will as well.
But it is almost a certainty that, at one point, Michael's going to have some form of device with which he can access a collection of e-books. Whether it's a dedicated e-reader like the Amazon Kindle, or a multi-purpose tablet device like the iPad, it's a technology that seems to be growing and even if it's not ubiquitous by the time he's building his own book collection... well I am a geek dad.
Think about that. Someone growing up with a portable electronic library of their favorite books, perhaps even those of parents and friends to some extent, always on-hand. Heck, it's a book store, too! Comic books are starting to be delivered and purchased this way, as well.
Good Lord, and my parents thought that I was bad about never putting the books away.
Just a thought.
They'll be entitled "Different Editions" which is a book joke and a gamer joke at the same time.
The first just struck me the other day.
It's not like Michael will grow up in a world without books; even trimming the fat of my book collection I have managed to more than fill an extra giant book shelf since our last move. I love books, and I hope that Michael will as well.
But it is almost a certainty that, at one point, Michael's going to have some form of device with which he can access a collection of e-books. Whether it's a dedicated e-reader like the Amazon Kindle, or a multi-purpose tablet device like the iPad, it's a technology that seems to be growing and even if it's not ubiquitous by the time he's building his own book collection... well I am a geek dad.
Think about that. Someone growing up with a portable electronic library of their favorite books, perhaps even those of parents and friends to some extent, always on-hand. Heck, it's a book store, too! Comic books are starting to be delivered and purchased this way, as well.
Good Lord, and my parents thought that I was bad about never putting the books away.
Just a thought.
Adding Up Experience
I know that it's been quite a while since my last update here, and for that I've got to apologize; between Baby Michael and work it's been hard to muster up the intiative to post on the baby blog.
But it's far from done.
Yesterday was Michael's 3 Month Birthday! It was mostly just celebrated by his parents being even more ridiuculous in their playing with him, and the watching of a Baby Einstein Mozart video for kids 3+ months.
For the record, it was sort of odd how strongly he latched on to the video; between the sounds and the big colorful images of toys and moving lights something really caught his attention in a way that nothing we've had on before ever did. Veronica sat there the whole time talking about everything that came on screen, which was also really cute.
Michael himself is getting to be a big boy, making new sounds and gaining in size. He's started day care a few times a week, started grabbing at the toys on his little bouncer, and is proving to be strong as all heck... even if coordination isn't exactly a strong suit yet. He can keep his head up for extended periods, but he also tends to stick his arms out to the sides and lift his legs off the ground when he's on his stomach which makes it hard for him to try and roll.
We're working on it, and it's fun.
In other news you might have noticed that many of the Flickr images that were once in the blog have gone away. Part of that is because Flickr can be picky about URLs when you fiddle with privacy settings (even if you end up making something public again) and part of that is because I fiddled with privacy settings so as to limit the number of images just floating around out there.
Still, there will be photos.
My last note is just that I think the nature of this blog is going to need to change a little bit if I am going to be able to keep it up. With time being as tight as it's been, my blog posts in the future are likely to be somewhat shorter and more focused on one particular subject.
I'll try to talk a little about these past three months, too, though you can imagine that my attention might be turned pretty strongly to things as they happen.
Thanks for reading, and I'll see you soon!
In the meantime, here's a Michael picture some of you might have already seen.
But it's far from done.
Yesterday was Michael's 3 Month Birthday! It was mostly just celebrated by his parents being even more ridiuculous in their playing with him, and the watching of a Baby Einstein Mozart video for kids 3+ months.
For the record, it was sort of odd how strongly he latched on to the video; between the sounds and the big colorful images of toys and moving lights something really caught his attention in a way that nothing we've had on before ever did. Veronica sat there the whole time talking about everything that came on screen, which was also really cute.
Michael himself is getting to be a big boy, making new sounds and gaining in size. He's started day care a few times a week, started grabbing at the toys on his little bouncer, and is proving to be strong as all heck... even if coordination isn't exactly a strong suit yet. He can keep his head up for extended periods, but he also tends to stick his arms out to the sides and lift his legs off the ground when he's on his stomach which makes it hard for him to try and roll.
We're working on it, and it's fun.
In other news you might have noticed that many of the Flickr images that were once in the blog have gone away. Part of that is because Flickr can be picky about URLs when you fiddle with privacy settings (even if you end up making something public again) and part of that is because I fiddled with privacy settings so as to limit the number of images just floating around out there.
Still, there will be photos.
My last note is just that I think the nature of this blog is going to need to change a little bit if I am going to be able to keep it up. With time being as tight as it's been, my blog posts in the future are likely to be somewhat shorter and more focused on one particular subject.
I'll try to talk a little about these past three months, too, though you can imagine that my attention might be turned pretty strongly to things as they happen.
Thanks for reading, and I'll see you soon!
In the meantime, here's a Michael picture some of you might have already seen.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
He's Here!
Actually, he's been here for 3 weeks now as many of you know.
Sorry for the delay in posting about it, but things have been slightly hectic around here and even when there have been extended periods of relaxation I haven't exactly been inclined to sit down and write it all out.
But, lucky for you, I'm feeling up to it now and the boy is sleeping not a foot from me at the moment!
First? The story.
On the morning of September 10, 2010 Veronica got up at around 5am because she was feeling contractions. Now she'd been feeling contractions on and off for a few months now, nothing serious, and we'd had a minor false alarm a few weeks before when they'd grown a bit more intense, so she didn't jump to any conclusions.
Around 7:30am she woke me up, explaining that she was fairly certain that she was going to have the baby sometime that day. Sure enough, the contractions grew in intensity over the next few hours. We puttered around the apartment, we took our dog to his "day camp" appointment, and let the doctor know what was going on. At roughly 10:30 I called the doula, the woman who'd been our birth class instructor and was going to be working to make things easier on Veronica during labor, to let her know Veronica really wanted her to come over soon.
The doula, Michelle, got here at 11 or so and helped Veronica get into the contractions more instead of sort of wincing from them like she'd been doing. Veronica got under some warm water in the shower, got into the breathing, and after an hour we were told "Ok, we need to get to the hospital now."
So off to the hospital we went. Unlike many people, who apparently sort of take a few steps back in the birthing process during the car ride to the hospital because it's uncomfortable and distracting, once we checked in and Veronica was looked over it was determined that she was at 8cm. Once we got into her room we had to answer a bunch of questions that we could have sworn had been on earlier forms, which wasn't really a hassle so much as a little annoying, but things progressed really quickly; our doula was great and our nurse was very understanding. Veronica got in the tub that the birth room had, with the shower on her back, and once she started feeling the need to push she went back to the bed.
Things moved really quickly after that, and even though Veronica was sure that she was exhausted she just kept going on and on. The hardest part was right at the end, but even that wasn't all that long. Michael was born at 3:31pm.
As for me, I spent just about every moment (depending on the stage in question): supporting some of her weight when she was having contractions early on (she was leaning against me), keeping her hydrated, keeping a damp washcloth on her forehead, making sure she didn't roll directly onto her back once we went back to the bed (her back hurt, and it pushes the pelvis slightly closed if you're laying on your back), and acting as a cheerleader at the end. I spent about the entire three and a half hours leaning over at some angle, and I'd been dumb enough to do an aerobics class in running shoes the day before so I had torn up my feet... but honestly I hardly noticed after the first half hour or so.
Michael was born 19 inches long and 8 pounds 3 ounces. He was fine, but he'd inhaled a little fluid during the birth so after a moment or two with Veronica I had to cut the umbilical cord a little earlier than we'd planned so that they could check him out. After a few minutes they decided they needed to take him to the nursery, and with the support of one of the nurses I was able to convince/force the nurse practitioner from the nursery to roll the little incubator thing over to Veronica so that she could see and touch him again.
She, by the way, did it all without any IV or pain medication aside from a little bit of numbing gel at the end and was absolutely fine about two days after. I can say (and have) without any exaggeration that she is my hero for how she handled this.
We spent the next two days resting and visiting Michael and getting some information on what all we needed to do. Then we got to take him to the room with us, and eventually (on Monday I think) we took him home.
It's been great. We had visiting grandparents, visiting friends, and lots of fun. I will hopefully be able to share more of it in the days to come, especially as I've taken dozens of pictures, but here's a small sample of how great he is to have around.
Sorry for the delay in posting about it, but things have been slightly hectic around here and even when there have been extended periods of relaxation I haven't exactly been inclined to sit down and write it all out.
But, lucky for you, I'm feeling up to it now and the boy is sleeping not a foot from me at the moment!
First? The story.
On the morning of September 10, 2010 Veronica got up at around 5am because she was feeling contractions. Now she'd been feeling contractions on and off for a few months now, nothing serious, and we'd had a minor false alarm a few weeks before when they'd grown a bit more intense, so she didn't jump to any conclusions.
Around 7:30am she woke me up, explaining that she was fairly certain that she was going to have the baby sometime that day. Sure enough, the contractions grew in intensity over the next few hours. We puttered around the apartment, we took our dog to his "day camp" appointment, and let the doctor know what was going on. At roughly 10:30 I called the doula, the woman who'd been our birth class instructor and was going to be working to make things easier on Veronica during labor, to let her know Veronica really wanted her to come over soon.
The doula, Michelle, got here at 11 or so and helped Veronica get into the contractions more instead of sort of wincing from them like she'd been doing. Veronica got under some warm water in the shower, got into the breathing, and after an hour we were told "Ok, we need to get to the hospital now."
So off to the hospital we went. Unlike many people, who apparently sort of take a few steps back in the birthing process during the car ride to the hospital because it's uncomfortable and distracting, once we checked in and Veronica was looked over it was determined that she was at 8cm. Once we got into her room we had to answer a bunch of questions that we could have sworn had been on earlier forms, which wasn't really a hassle so much as a little annoying, but things progressed really quickly; our doula was great and our nurse was very understanding. Veronica got in the tub that the birth room had, with the shower on her back, and once she started feeling the need to push she went back to the bed.
Things moved really quickly after that, and even though Veronica was sure that she was exhausted she just kept going on and on. The hardest part was right at the end, but even that wasn't all that long. Michael was born at 3:31pm.
As for me, I spent just about every moment (depending on the stage in question): supporting some of her weight when she was having contractions early on (she was leaning against me), keeping her hydrated, keeping a damp washcloth on her forehead, making sure she didn't roll directly onto her back once we went back to the bed (her back hurt, and it pushes the pelvis slightly closed if you're laying on your back), and acting as a cheerleader at the end. I spent about the entire three and a half hours leaning over at some angle, and I'd been dumb enough to do an aerobics class in running shoes the day before so I had torn up my feet... but honestly I hardly noticed after the first half hour or so.
Michael was born 19 inches long and 8 pounds 3 ounces. He was fine, but he'd inhaled a little fluid during the birth so after a moment or two with Veronica I had to cut the umbilical cord a little earlier than we'd planned so that they could check him out. After a few minutes they decided they needed to take him to the nursery, and with the support of one of the nurses I was able to convince/force the nurse practitioner from the nursery to roll the little incubator thing over to Veronica so that she could see and touch him again.
She, by the way, did it all without any IV or pain medication aside from a little bit of numbing gel at the end and was absolutely fine about two days after. I can say (and have) without any exaggeration that she is my hero for how she handled this.
We spent the next two days resting and visiting Michael and getting some information on what all we needed to do. Then we got to take him to the room with us, and eventually (on Monday I think) we took him home.
It's been great. We had visiting grandparents, visiting friends, and lots of fun. I will hopefully be able to share more of it in the days to come, especially as I've taken dozens of pictures, but here's a small sample of how great he is to have around.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Preparing for the Big Encounter
First, a word from our sponsor:
So, now my turn!
As you might be aware, we're coming up on the time for all of the groundwork to be put to the test. They say that no plan survives first contact with the enemy, but at this point we're just getting antsy waiting for the battle to start.
As my dad says, we're "Sittin' on Stop, waitin' on Go."
However, that isn't to say that things haven't been at least a little bit interesting!
Veronica had a wonderful Baby Shower, hosted by my Aunt Mary Charlotte, our friend Annie, and our friend Dana (who was Veronica's college roommate). There were roses, and petit fours, and my grandmother, and friends, and paper crane folding, and food, and did I mention the petit fours? Because I probably had more of those than I should have and I wasn't even present for most of the party.
All of the hostesses did a wonderful job, and here are some of the pictures I took!
Note the amazing flowers Dana brought.
All of the wonderful ladies who made the shower possible.
Crane folding. They made almost 100 of them!
And here's a link to a few other pictures from the event.
All of our friends and family have been great, this whole time, and it has really made everything go very smoothly to have all of that support. Even as we sit and wait for Michael to surprise us with his appearance sometime during these coming days we're pretty thankful for what we've got.
I get the feeling that the next time I'm posting one of these, it's going to be much shorter and involve alot more exclamation points.
We can't wait.
On that note, I leave you with this...
So, we've decided to do a co-written post this time.
I'm not quite sure were to start, but with luck Michael'll edit this so it syncs up with his parts.
First off, we're doing well. The doctor says Little Michael and I are very healthy and everything's fine. Though I'm a little uncomfortable, things are going very well.
There've been once or two times when I thought he'd made up his mind to show up, but we were just practicing. Had an absolutely wonderful shower celebrating little Michael. Beautiful afternoon with lady friends of mine, hosted by Mary Charlotte, Annie, & Dana. Thank you all again.
We've gathered the last of what we need for the nursery. Anything else, he'll tell us what he needs. I've been off work for a while, and resting where I can. Happily, both my parents have plans to come down in the middle of the month. With luck and timing, they'll celebrate their anniversary with their grandson.
Just waiting for him to make up his mind!
So, now my turn!
As you might be aware, we're coming up on the time for all of the groundwork to be put to the test. They say that no plan survives first contact with the enemy, but at this point we're just getting antsy waiting for the battle to start.
As my dad says, we're "Sittin' on Stop, waitin' on Go."
However, that isn't to say that things haven't been at least a little bit interesting!
Veronica had a wonderful Baby Shower, hosted by my Aunt Mary Charlotte, our friend Annie, and our friend Dana (who was Veronica's college roommate). There were roses, and petit fours, and my grandmother, and friends, and paper crane folding, and food, and did I mention the petit fours? Because I probably had more of those than I should have and I wasn't even present for most of the party.
All of the hostesses did a wonderful job, and here are some of the pictures I took!
Note the amazing flowers Dana brought.
All of the wonderful ladies who made the shower possible.
Crane folding. They made almost 100 of them!
And here's a link to a few other pictures from the event.
All of our friends and family have been great, this whole time, and it has really made everything go very smoothly to have all of that support. Even as we sit and wait for Michael to surprise us with his appearance sometime during these coming days we're pretty thankful for what we've got.
I get the feeling that the next time I'm posting one of these, it's going to be much shorter and involve alot more exclamation points.
We can't wait.
On that note, I leave you with this...
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Another Encounter
It has been a while since our last update, and this time that is not due to lack of events!
I will unfortunately have to keep this short, due mostly to time constraints and a burned-out ability to focus on one thing at a time (something I will need to get back before September, if only to burn it out again).
Things are progressing smoothly, and everyone is healthy as a horse. In Veronica's case this is a mixed blessing, as the baby has taken to some rather forceful movements that catch her off-guard pretty often. On more than one occasion I've jumped up out of my chair with worry over a sharp sound from the other room only to have her tell me, "No, it's ok, it's just your son kicking me in the ribs."
Good times.
We did have a minor scare last week, when Veronica's Braxton Hicks contractions got somewhat more frequent and a bit stronger. After trying a few ideas for fixing it we called our birth class instructor as a last effort before calling the doctor's office, and she recommended trying a magnesium supplement first. Veronica tried that out and within an hour was back to feeling fine, and has been taking one every day or so just to make sure it doesn't start up again.
In other news, was some looting of local baby clothes stores a week or two ago, with good results!
A friend commented that he was certainly going to have a certain cute preppy look to him, to which I could only shrug and motion sheepishly to my own black polo shirt and docksider shoes. What can I say?
Moving on!
This weekend is our baby shower, and I'm personally very excited for Veronica to have some girly her-focused time with some of our local friends along with my Aunt Mary-Charlotte and Tutu (grandmother). There will be gifts and some food and a good deal of fun.
We already got an early present that was just too big to hide until then.
It's one of those car-seat/stroller/carrier combos that can be folded and unfolded with one hand. Which is likely going to prove very very useful. I already put the car-seat base in the back of my car just to see if it would hook up correctly, and while I am going to be glad that a professional might give it a glance at some point I think I did a very good job.
For those interested, you can go look at the baby's registry by clicking on these words. Totally worth it.
Other than that we've just finished our birth classes and Veronica's going to be looking at some frequent check-ins with the doctor's office as we approach the due-date. I'm apparently supposed to be packing the hospital bag, with perhaps more forethought than the one I hastily assembled when I was worried about last Thursday.
Lastly, I've been watching the Penny Arcade TV short episodes for a little while now, and the "season finale" of the show was something I thought I'd share. For those who don't know, Penny Arcade is a popular video-game (and other similar pursuits) related online comic strip that's updated three times a week and they recently had a production company approach them about a "behind the scenes" reality series. As the website has created a charity and two major yearly conventions in the last few years this is somewhat more entertaining than it might seem at first glance.
Anyway, the last episode was in large part about the families of the two creators and was something I felt even people not into all that could perhaps appreciate. Here it is, and if you want to watch some of the other ones (they're pretty good) you can click here.
I'll just warn that there is occasional profanity in the main episodes, and the ones marked "4th Panel" (which are about the creation of individual comic strips) can get a little crazy.
Will post again soon!
I will unfortunately have to keep this short, due mostly to time constraints and a burned-out ability to focus on one thing at a time (something I will need to get back before September, if only to burn it out again).
Things are progressing smoothly, and everyone is healthy as a horse. In Veronica's case this is a mixed blessing, as the baby has taken to some rather forceful movements that catch her off-guard pretty often. On more than one occasion I've jumped up out of my chair with worry over a sharp sound from the other room only to have her tell me, "No, it's ok, it's just your son kicking me in the ribs."
Good times.
We did have a minor scare last week, when Veronica's Braxton Hicks contractions got somewhat more frequent and a bit stronger. After trying a few ideas for fixing it we called our birth class instructor as a last effort before calling the doctor's office, and she recommended trying a magnesium supplement first. Veronica tried that out and within an hour was back to feeling fine, and has been taking one every day or so just to make sure it doesn't start up again.
In other news, was some looting of local baby clothes stores a week or two ago, with good results!
A friend commented that he was certainly going to have a certain cute preppy look to him, to which I could only shrug and motion sheepishly to my own black polo shirt and docksider shoes. What can I say?
Moving on!
This weekend is our baby shower, and I'm personally very excited for Veronica to have some girly her-focused time with some of our local friends along with my Aunt Mary-Charlotte and Tutu (grandmother). There will be gifts and some food and a good deal of fun.
We already got an early present that was just too big to hide until then.
It's one of those car-seat/stroller/carrier combos that can be folded and unfolded with one hand. Which is likely going to prove very very useful. I already put the car-seat base in the back of my car just to see if it would hook up correctly, and while I am going to be glad that a professional might give it a glance at some point I think I did a very good job.
For those interested, you can go look at the baby's registry by clicking on these words. Totally worth it.
Other than that we've just finished our birth classes and Veronica's going to be looking at some frequent check-ins with the doctor's office as we approach the due-date. I'm apparently supposed to be packing the hospital bag, with perhaps more forethought than the one I hastily assembled when I was worried about last Thursday.
Lastly, I've been watching the Penny Arcade TV short episodes for a little while now, and the "season finale" of the show was something I thought I'd share. For those who don't know, Penny Arcade is a popular video-game (and other similar pursuits) related online comic strip that's updated three times a week and they recently had a production company approach them about a "behind the scenes" reality series. As the website has created a charity and two major yearly conventions in the last few years this is somewhat more entertaining than it might seem at first glance.
Anyway, the last episode was in large part about the families of the two creators and was something I felt even people not into all that could perhaps appreciate. Here it is, and if you want to watch some of the other ones (they're pretty good) you can click here.
I'll just warn that there is occasional profanity in the main episodes, and the ones marked "4th Panel" (which are about the creation of individual comic strips) can get a little crazy.
Will post again soon!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Story Progression
It's funny how things have quieted down recently. While a number of small things have happened since my last update, it wasn't until recently that I really felt we'd reached that critical mass necessary for me to give a full run-down on what's been going on.
I think that as we approach the due date that may change, just like there was alot more new stuff that I was physically incapable of doing anything but share early on.
Still, exciting times!
A week or two ago I discovered this little onesie in the course of reading a webcomic I follow (it's called Wondermark and it's odd or geeky humor mixed with antiquated illustrations). The onesie is funny and I want one, but the particular strip it comes from describes me to a 'T':
It should, perhaps, come as no surprise that a friend of mine has the above framed and signed by the artist in her house.
Little Michael has been getting bigger and bigger, moving around quite a bit (more kicking or punching in the face for me, to my delight whenever he responds to my voice), and generally making sure that Veronica is constantly aware of his presence. Really I can't imagine that he's going to be anything at all like I was as a kid, considering how quiet and sedate I was. Still am, really.
...I've been warned that I can't make jokes like that, probably because it makes Veronica worry that if I really believe that we might have the Tasmanian Devil for a son.
Seriously, though, he's going to be kicking down doors and causing trouble before we know it if he keeps this up. I say with a huge grin.
Most recently, Veronica went in for a check-up and after getting the basic look-over was asked if she'd gotten a particular shot that we need due to our blood types. When she said that we hadn't, and that she was in fact going to be asking about that very shot today, she was told that they don't actually do the shot at the office and that she needed it soon.
So she went across the street to the hospital, told them why she was there, got another once-over (including putting a microphone, what they might have called a fetal monitoring device, on Michael so she could hear his heartbeat the entire time), and the shot. The folks at the hospital, confirming what we already know, informed her that she is doing great, and Michael is doing great.
Something we didn't know was that some of the times she thought that Michael was digging his head or something into her side, she was having Braxton Hicks contractions. Luckily these turned out to be well within the normal level for where she's at (about 30 weeks!) and she was sent off with a clean bill of health.
For some perspective of where she's at right now, however, one thing she learned at the hospital is that the baby bulge now measures larger than her waist did before the pregnancy. She is very, very pregnant but is taking good care of herself and feeling fine (even went to the gym with me and walked for a while yesterday).
Lastly, in a fit of nostalgia and a geek-ridden sense of preparation I have gathered up a number of Duck Tales, Mr. Rogers Neighborhood (click it!), and Muppet Show episodes. If you're really curious as to why, reflect on the comic strip from the top of the entry.
And that's all for now! Still reading to him, still talking and singing at him, and still occasionally dancing with Veronica in a rather silly way whenever she leasts expects it.
I'll keep you up to date!
I think that as we approach the due date that may change, just like there was alot more new stuff that I was physically incapable of doing anything but share early on.
Still, exciting times!
A week or two ago I discovered this little onesie in the course of reading a webcomic I follow (it's called Wondermark and it's odd or geeky humor mixed with antiquated illustrations). The onesie is funny and I want one, but the particular strip it comes from describes me to a 'T':
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It should, perhaps, come as no surprise that a friend of mine has the above framed and signed by the artist in her house.
Little Michael has been getting bigger and bigger, moving around quite a bit (more kicking or punching in the face for me, to my delight whenever he responds to my voice), and generally making sure that Veronica is constantly aware of his presence. Really I can't imagine that he's going to be anything at all like I was as a kid, considering how quiet and sedate I was. Still am, really.
...I've been warned that I can't make jokes like that, probably because it makes Veronica worry that if I really believe that we might have the Tasmanian Devil for a son.
Seriously, though, he's going to be kicking down doors and causing trouble before we know it if he keeps this up. I say with a huge grin.
Most recently, Veronica went in for a check-up and after getting the basic look-over was asked if she'd gotten a particular shot that we need due to our blood types. When she said that we hadn't, and that she was in fact going to be asking about that very shot today, she was told that they don't actually do the shot at the office and that she needed it soon.
So she went across the street to the hospital, told them why she was there, got another once-over (including putting a microphone, what they might have called a fetal monitoring device, on Michael so she could hear his heartbeat the entire time), and the shot. The folks at the hospital, confirming what we already know, informed her that she is doing great, and Michael is doing great.
Something we didn't know was that some of the times she thought that Michael was digging his head or something into her side, she was having Braxton Hicks contractions. Luckily these turned out to be well within the normal level for where she's at (about 30 weeks!) and she was sent off with a clean bill of health.
For some perspective of where she's at right now, however, one thing she learned at the hospital is that the baby bulge now measures larger than her waist did before the pregnancy. She is very, very pregnant but is taking good care of herself and feeling fine (even went to the gym with me and walked for a while yesterday).
Lastly, in a fit of nostalgia and a geek-ridden sense of preparation I have gathered up a number of Duck Tales, Mr. Rogers Neighborhood (click it!), and Muppet Show episodes. If you're really curious as to why, reflect on the comic strip from the top of the entry.
And that's all for now! Still reading to him, still talking and singing at him, and still occasionally dancing with Veronica in a rather silly way whenever she leasts expects it.
I'll keep you up to date!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Session Summaries
It's been a while since I updated the baby blog, mostly because there have not been any large developments, but we've had enough little events piling up that I had to give an entry of some kind!
First, we owe a big thank-you for a dress given to us by one of my cousins because Veronica wore it to dinner with some friends about two weeks back and she looked absolutely stunning in it. I, unfortunately, don't have a picture of that one because I wasn't really thinking about it at the time. Just take my word for it, it looks great on her.
Second, the site I used to link to with updates on how big the baby is has apparently changed its policy or login method or something and so none of those seem to go anywhere anymore! This puts a definite damper on part of my fun in updating this blog, but I suppose I can just keep going even without comparing the baby to cantaloupes and watermelons and oversized tomatoes.
It won't be easy, but I'll do it. For you.
Third, Michael is just moving and pushing and kicking all around now. It's hilarious and great and fun and it still drives Veronica nuts sometimes. Hand-in-hand with that, though, is more stuff like the fact that he can now see and we think we were making him kick and poke by shining a flashlight against her skin. He also may or may not be using more of a hand than a fist, as Veronica swears she can feel digits.
Fourth, I got some stuff because I am just about crazy with anticipation for little Michael to make his way into the world (despite reminders of the tough parts to come, like a recent XKCD comic strip [Somewhat Dirty and Dead-On Joke, May Be Unsafe For Work or Those Born Before the Information Age]).
I have already read this one to the baby belly at least once, and can't wait to do so many times more.
I have been following the Geek Dad blog for a while now, and after seeing this book I knew I'd be grabbing it eventually. It includes lots of activities and projects, with a break-down on how difficult they are, how much they cost, how long they last, what they require and so on. It's a book that will fit nicely with The Dangerous Book For Boys and I can't wait to get to use it.
Veronica also picked up a new bathing suit, which she really likes and looks good in. She can't wait to get the chance to wear it to the pool when they open it up. Her friend Melissa is visiting next week, so here's hoping she gets an opportunity to wear it on one of our many rather warm days.
Other than all of that we've got another doctor's appointment coming up soon, and the childbirth classes we've been taking have been more than a little bit informative about the whole process. We're working hard on our collective diet and making sure we're both staying active, working out.
It's all becoming more real every day.
I leave you with this, tiny socks for tiny feet!
First, we owe a big thank-you for a dress given to us by one of my cousins because Veronica wore it to dinner with some friends about two weeks back and she looked absolutely stunning in it. I, unfortunately, don't have a picture of that one because I wasn't really thinking about it at the time. Just take my word for it, it looks great on her.
Second, the site I used to link to with updates on how big the baby is has apparently changed its policy or login method or something and so none of those seem to go anywhere anymore! This puts a definite damper on part of my fun in updating this blog, but I suppose I can just keep going even without comparing the baby to cantaloupes and watermelons and oversized tomatoes.
It won't be easy, but I'll do it. For you.
Third, Michael is just moving and pushing and kicking all around now. It's hilarious and great and fun and it still drives Veronica nuts sometimes. Hand-in-hand with that, though, is more stuff like the fact that he can now see and we think we were making him kick and poke by shining a flashlight against her skin. He also may or may not be using more of a hand than a fist, as Veronica swears she can feel digits.
Fourth, I got some stuff because I am just about crazy with anticipation for little Michael to make his way into the world (despite reminders of the tough parts to come, like a recent XKCD comic strip [Somewhat Dirty and Dead-On Joke, May Be Unsafe For Work or Those Born Before the Information Age]).
I have already read this one to the baby belly at least once, and can't wait to do so many times more.
I have been following the Geek Dad blog for a while now, and after seeing this book I knew I'd be grabbing it eventually. It includes lots of activities and projects, with a break-down on how difficult they are, how much they cost, how long they last, what they require and so on. It's a book that will fit nicely with The Dangerous Book For Boys and I can't wait to get to use it.
Veronica also picked up a new bathing suit, which she really likes and looks good in. She can't wait to get the chance to wear it to the pool when they open it up. Her friend Melissa is visiting next week, so here's hoping she gets an opportunity to wear it on one of our many rather warm days.
Other than all of that we've got another doctor's appointment coming up soon, and the childbirth classes we've been taking have been more than a little bit informative about the whole process. We're working hard on our collective diet and making sure we're both staying active, working out.
It's all becoming more real every day.
I leave you with this, tiny socks for tiny feet!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Side-Bar: The Kicking
The other night when I was reading a story to the little guy, I was close enough that the kid could probably feel the vibrations of my voice but I couldn't really feel him moving. Veronica told me, though, that he starting moving and kicking up a storm during and after I was talking.
Apparently these movements have been becoming stronger, in general, over the last few weeks and last night I really experienced it as I was talking to Michael with my head on Veronica's stomach and he kicked me in the side of the face a few times.
It was great.
Apparently these movements have been becoming stronger, in general, over the last few weeks and last night I really experienced it as I was talking to Michael with my head on Veronica's stomach and he kicked me in the side of the face a few times.
It was great.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Parties and the Distribution of Loot
We are now entering Week 24 (or thereabouts). All aboard!
At this stop the baby is still roughly the size of a papaya; apparently Weeks 21-25 are a time period where the site I've been linking to throws up its hands and says, "Eh, it's somewhere in there." We can work with that, though.
I'm just waiting until they make the pineapple comparison; that'll be fun.
This past week saw some big things happening in our world, concluding with a visit from my parents, my sister, and Veronica's mom. It would be something of an understatement to say that it was fun, and one of the first things that happened was my mom showing off the various baby clothes of mine that she'd found and cleaned since last we spoke.
All of those were mine at one point. In fact the little blue ones on the right, I haven't specifically checked the others, have my initials in tiny little letters on the inside.
I have to note that the lighting when taking things with my phone camera is pretty awful, and the clothes are actually in pretty much perfect condition (ok, there might be a little wear and tear that I take no responsibility for) even if they don't look so in these pictures. It might also be worth it to click through to the originals and see them at a larger size.
Veronica's mom also brought down some bedding from my cousin Erin, and we got that set up in the crib. It looks great, and the nursery seems to be getting more baby-ready every day!
If you look in the upper right hand corner you can see the teddy bear that I had when I was a kid, which I've generally kept with me over the years; he lived on a shelf in my old room for a long long time, but during one of my moves I discovered him and he moved to my dresser before floating around. Now he's set up shop, loose yarn hanging from his nose for 25+ years, in the new nursery.
Everyone got to spend time together, and baby Michael (a name I think will finally pass from me) was active enough that my dad got to feel a pretty solid kick through Veronica's stomach. The kid has been making his presence known pretty clearly this last week or two, not least of which by sort of jamming himself against her right side and staying there, but she's taking it in stride and it's obvious she loves it even when it's annoying.
In other news, two of our closest friends have just announced that they're expecting as well, looking at a January due date. We're really really happy for them, as they both seemed really excited about it, and more than a little bit happy that we'll have someone to go through some of this with and talk to and hopefully set up play-dates with and all of that.
Also, it's just plainawesome incredible news all around. If either of you is reading this, congratulations again!
All-in-all, it was a week to remember in the best possible way and I haveawesome sensational friends and family to thank for it.
Tomorrow Veronica gets another check-up and I will keep all abreast of any new developments either exciting or mundane.
If you're curious about the stricken words, I apparently use the word awesome so much (especially recently) that it infected my sister's speech during her visit. Here's me attempting to be even moreawesome fantastic than normal. Bonus points if you notice a trend in my replacement words.
At this stop the baby is still roughly the size of a papaya; apparently Weeks 21-25 are a time period where the site I've been linking to throws up its hands and says, "Eh, it's somewhere in there." We can work with that, though.
I'm just waiting until they make the pineapple comparison; that'll be fun.
This past week saw some big things happening in our world, concluding with a visit from my parents, my sister, and Veronica's mom. It would be something of an understatement to say that it was fun, and one of the first things that happened was my mom showing off the various baby clothes of mine that she'd found and cleaned since last we spoke.
All of those were mine at one point. In fact the little blue ones on the right, I haven't specifically checked the others, have my initials in tiny little letters on the inside.
I have to note that the lighting when taking things with my phone camera is pretty awful, and the clothes are actually in pretty much perfect condition (ok, there might be a little wear and tear that I take no responsibility for) even if they don't look so in these pictures. It might also be worth it to click through to the originals and see them at a larger size.
Veronica's mom also brought down some bedding from my cousin Erin, and we got that set up in the crib. It looks great, and the nursery seems to be getting more baby-ready every day!
If you look in the upper right hand corner you can see the teddy bear that I had when I was a kid, which I've generally kept with me over the years; he lived on a shelf in my old room for a long long time, but during one of my moves I discovered him and he moved to my dresser before floating around. Now he's set up shop, loose yarn hanging from his nose for 25+ years, in the new nursery.
Everyone got to spend time together, and baby Michael (a name I think will finally pass from me) was active enough that my dad got to feel a pretty solid kick through Veronica's stomach. The kid has been making his presence known pretty clearly this last week or two, not least of which by sort of jamming himself against her right side and staying there, but she's taking it in stride and it's obvious she loves it even when it's annoying.
In other news, two of our closest friends have just announced that they're expecting as well, looking at a January due date. We're really really happy for them, as they both seemed really excited about it, and more than a little bit happy that we'll have someone to go through some of this with and talk to and hopefully set up play-dates with and all of that.
Also, it's just plain
All-in-all, it was a week to remember in the best possible way and I have
Tomorrow Veronica gets another check-up and I will keep all abreast of any new developments either exciting or mundane.
If you're curious about the stricken words, I apparently use the word awesome so much (especially recently) that it infected my sister's speech during her visit. Here's me attempting to be even more
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Class Selection
Schools. Well, Daycares. Crazy?
This may seem a bit early in the process, though I assure you we are as ever not at the front of the line on this one. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
First, how big is a baby at 22 weeks? About the size of a papaya! There's all sorts of other info there in the weeks I've missed, like the fact that the baby might be developing tastes based on the fluids he's "practicing" swallowing in the womb and that his hearing is pretty much developed. Also, as we've noticed, he's picked up something of a sleep schedule to go with all those active periods.
Second, we've been looking at some options for day care. Now we're both going to have rather flexible schedules and Veronica fully plans on being full-time with the baby for a while, but more and more we've been given to understand that if we want to get in somewhere we'd best start poking around now. So we started poking around. The "We" here is mostly Veronica, though I've tried to help where I could and went with her to check out a local place this morning.
I have to say that I was impressed. We're keeping our eyes and options open, especially given our general lack of experience, but I liked the way that they had this place set up; mostly open space inside with windows connecting closed off rooms, a school-like (but not "all business") atmosphere/direction, a good kid-to-care-provider ratio (4:1), security, cool little programs, and it didn't look like it'd been worn down to "getting by" in terms of wear-and-tear like some of the places around here. They're also more than willing to accommodate part-timers, which is a big thing for us.
Still, nothing's solid, and we're still looking around. At the very least, though, I'm keeping them in mind for that Pre-K period.
Also, the little 8-month-old girl that was the only one awake in the infant room, trying to climb on and play with every toy in sight while everyone else was napping? Really cute.
Third, STUFF. People have already started sending us little things for Michael and we've gotten pretty much in the habit of referring to him that way. Which, yes, will be hilarious if by some comedy of errors we actually have a girl or something, but we're going to move forward under the impression we have at least one clue as to what we're dealing with. My mom is already digging out the old baby clothes, and we've gotten one or two great little items from relatives who were understandably unable to restrain their enthusiasm; he is going to be awesome!
In that spirit, though, I was asked to share links to the two baby registries that we've been working on for anyone that wants to do a quick scan of the type of stuff we're looking at. Suggestions for things we might have missed (even though we're doing some research on the big ones like car seats/strollers) are appreciated.
Babys R Us Registry
Target Baby Registry
And in case I didn't make it clear before, feeling my little boy kick and move around when Veronica lets me know he's being active just makes my day.
We'll keep you up to date!
This may seem a bit early in the process, though I assure you we are as ever not at the front of the line on this one. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
First, how big is a baby at 22 weeks? About the size of a papaya! There's all sorts of other info there in the weeks I've missed, like the fact that the baby might be developing tastes based on the fluids he's "practicing" swallowing in the womb and that his hearing is pretty much developed. Also, as we've noticed, he's picked up something of a sleep schedule to go with all those active periods.
Second, we've been looking at some options for day care. Now we're both going to have rather flexible schedules and Veronica fully plans on being full-time with the baby for a while, but more and more we've been given to understand that if we want to get in somewhere we'd best start poking around now. So we started poking around. The "We" here is mostly Veronica, though I've tried to help where I could and went with her to check out a local place this morning.
I have to say that I was impressed. We're keeping our eyes and options open, especially given our general lack of experience, but I liked the way that they had this place set up; mostly open space inside with windows connecting closed off rooms, a school-like (but not "all business") atmosphere/direction, a good kid-to-care-provider ratio (4:1), security, cool little programs, and it didn't look like it'd been worn down to "getting by" in terms of wear-and-tear like some of the places around here. They're also more than willing to accommodate part-timers, which is a big thing for us.
Still, nothing's solid, and we're still looking around. At the very least, though, I'm keeping them in mind for that Pre-K period.
Also, the little 8-month-old girl that was the only one awake in the infant room, trying to climb on and play with every toy in sight while everyone else was napping? Really cute.
Third, STUFF. People have already started sending us little things for Michael and we've gotten pretty much in the habit of referring to him that way. Which, yes, will be hilarious if by some comedy of errors we actually have a girl or something, but we're going to move forward under the impression we have at least one clue as to what we're dealing with. My mom is already digging out the old baby clothes, and we've gotten one or two great little items from relatives who were understandably unable to restrain their enthusiasm; he is going to be awesome!
In that spirit, though, I was asked to share links to the two baby registries that we've been working on for anyone that wants to do a quick scan of the type of stuff we're looking at. Suggestions for things we might have missed (even though we're doing some research on the big ones like car seats/strollers) are appreciated.
Babys R Us Registry
Target Baby Registry
And in case I didn't make it clear before, feeling my little boy kick and move around when Veronica lets me know he's being active just makes my day.
We'll keep you up to date!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Sneak Preview
On Thursday, April 30th, I ducked out of my last law school class early after giving a pretty good presentation and went home to meet with Veronica and go in for the big anatomy ultrasound.
Yes, because I know it's the single most burning question on your mind; I did talk to my professor about leaving early.
In any case, we went in and had to wait a few minutes while they prepped the woman who'd been in before us. We chatted with a nurse who we see every visit and asked about the woman who did the ultrasound, mostly curious as to how accurate she was, and were informed that as far as that nurse knew (and she'd worked with that particular ultrasound tech for over five years) she had never been wrong.
Well, time seemed to drag out but eventually we were called in and the tech (also a nurse, I suppose?) proceeded to do a thorough check on our little baby. Hands and feet were checked, the femur and skull and chambers of the heart were all measured, umbilical cord was given a once-over using some sort of multicolor setting, and we finally found out whether the baby was going to be a boy or a girl.
We're having a boy!
Now I'll be honest and say that I am very very excited about this, but despite the enthusiastic responses of some I don't know that I'm any more excited than I would have been if it was a girl.
In any case, one of the funniest parts of the ultrasound was that he kept moving around so much that at one point the tech just stopped trying to get the shot she needed and did a side-view of his movements so we could watch him. His arm went up behind his head, his other arm under his chin, then both were out to the side. At one point he looked like he was trying to get his feet under himself so he could stand or crawl.
Occasionally we got glimpses of the surface of his face or body, but mostly they were looking for internal details and measurements so most of the pictures we ended up with are pretty skeletal, but they're still worth sharing. This is just all amazing for me.
So, we left the place after doing some catch-up with the doctor, called parents and notified siblings, and then had to do about a billion other things. One of the things I had to do was figure out what my blood type is, as soon as was feasible, because I couldn't remember (and neither could my mother, and it's not in my records anywhere).
Easiest way to do that? Give blood. Which I've never done before (at least not that I can remember). I won't do the whole story, but it was both not as bad as my instinctive dislike of needles would have me believe and worse than the impression I've gotten from folks who give often.
I've had to give a larger-than-a-pin-prick sample of blood for tests before and expected it to be a bit like that; initial sharp prick, light ache until they've got what they need. This was the not-that-bad slight stabbing poke, followed by... seven minutes of feeling like I had a small chunk of metal shoved into my arm. I waited for it to turn into a dull ache, but it really didn't and that might have been why I sort of rushed it when the lady told me that squeezing the grip they gave me would speed things up a bit.
Yes, to answer your question, I did feel like a big baby and wanted it done ASAP.
Anyway, seven minutes and some light-headedness later I was done, stopping a minute till I felt better while I snacked and then heading home. Should get the blood type with my card, and I do feel good about finally giving blood.
Oh, one last thing.
We're going with my name again, making him the "III." Say hello!
Yes, because I know it's the single most burning question on your mind; I did talk to my professor about leaving early.
In any case, we went in and had to wait a few minutes while they prepped the woman who'd been in before us. We chatted with a nurse who we see every visit and asked about the woman who did the ultrasound, mostly curious as to how accurate she was, and were informed that as far as that nurse knew (and she'd worked with that particular ultrasound tech for over five years) she had never been wrong.
Well, time seemed to drag out but eventually we were called in and the tech (also a nurse, I suppose?) proceeded to do a thorough check on our little baby. Hands and feet were checked, the femur and skull and chambers of the heart were all measured, umbilical cord was given a once-over using some sort of multicolor setting, and we finally found out whether the baby was going to be a boy or a girl.
We're having a boy!
Now I'll be honest and say that I am very very excited about this, but despite the enthusiastic responses of some I don't know that I'm any more excited than I would have been if it was a girl.
In any case, one of the funniest parts of the ultrasound was that he kept moving around so much that at one point the tech just stopped trying to get the shot she needed and did a side-view of his movements so we could watch him. His arm went up behind his head, his other arm under his chin, then both were out to the side. At one point he looked like he was trying to get his feet under himself so he could stand or crawl.
Occasionally we got glimpses of the surface of his face or body, but mostly they were looking for internal details and measurements so most of the pictures we ended up with are pretty skeletal, but they're still worth sharing. This is just all amazing for me.
So, we left the place after doing some catch-up with the doctor, called parents and notified siblings, and then had to do about a billion other things. One of the things I had to do was figure out what my blood type is, as soon as was feasible, because I couldn't remember (and neither could my mother, and it's not in my records anywhere).
Easiest way to do that? Give blood. Which I've never done before (at least not that I can remember). I won't do the whole story, but it was both not as bad as my instinctive dislike of needles would have me believe and worse than the impression I've gotten from folks who give often.
I've had to give a larger-than-a-pin-prick sample of blood for tests before and expected it to be a bit like that; initial sharp prick, light ache until they've got what they need. This was the not-that-bad slight stabbing poke, followed by... seven minutes of feeling like I had a small chunk of metal shoved into my arm. I waited for it to turn into a dull ache, but it really didn't and that might have been why I sort of rushed it when the lady told me that squeezing the grip they gave me would speed things up a bit.
Yes, to answer your question, I did feel like a big baby and wanted it done ASAP.
Anyway, seven minutes and some light-headedness later I was done, stopping a minute till I felt better while I snacked and then heading home. Should get the blood type with my card, and I do feel good about finally giving blood.
Oh, one last thing.
We're going with my name again, making him the "III." Say hello!
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