Little Chum is back on his home turf in the middle of a big ocean. I believe that he will grow up to be a most enthusiastic world traveler based on his earlier ecstatic memories of flying. Basically this baby equtes flying with boobies. Everytime he made a peep I was like, "here son, have some more? need a top up? milk, coming right up!" This keeps him in a milky stupor and more importantly, quiet.
Because I have flown loooooong distances near squawking babies. Babies squawking through no fault of their own, I often feel like squawking on long flights but growing up generally means that is frowned upon (and will likely take you directly to the Department of Homeland Security's secret lair without passing go." Still, squawking does suck, even if my baby is incredibly whimsical and handsome while he does so.
So he flew 6 hours like a dream and is between the three of us, the only one truly back in his hometown.
I will try to get up extra early to post some highlights from our southwest trip. There were many: Chum's first solo hike adventure w/ Momma, Chum's first experience in snow, Chum's first apparent disdain for cold weather, Chum's first stop by Border Patrol, etc.
But for now I hear the little fellow talking loudly to Poppa in the next room. I might try to calm him down a bit before I go on my first back on Kauai run. First running goal of the year is the 5k at Waimea Days in a month. Need to get that under my belt before I make bigger plans. So gotta go, no one wants hefty sweat pant mom so better get my sweatin' on.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Beware the Cauliflower??
Nick is up in Flagstaff completing a wilderness first aid course. It's only two hours away but seemed a lot further last night at 2am when Chum woke up for an early morning feed. He then proceeded to grizzle away the dark hours until around 4.30 when he finally started to madly suck "Soothie" the magic blue pacifier and drift off to sleep. Not sure what the problem was as he is usually a super sleeper (an important characteristic as we are a family that relishes in the joys of a simple snooze and cuddle). We dozed nose to nose until the sun started up at which time he started giggling and snorting. While it was cute, I had to find his Nana as Momma was in desperate need of more snoozin'.
Despite my bout of crankiness this morning, I normally really, really love early mornings with Chum. He wakes up a delight and spends a good hour or two concocting concertinas of chuckles, squeeks, fake coughs, grunts and coos. We leave Poppa to sleeping and hang out in fron the the living room fireplace in a quiet house watching the sun light up the foothills. I throw in some well timed responses like "Yes, yes I see what you mean" or "No, really?" or a vague "Hmmmm" to which his whole face lights up, the dimples emerge and he waves his hands like a madman.
The only reason I can come up for his fussy middle of the night episode is that I ate something out of the ordinary that set him off. The only thing I could think of was cauliflower. So wondering should I leave it alone or try eating it again in a few days to confirm this very un-scientific hypothesis??
I should add this whole early morn' time he is sans diaper which must make up a large part of the joy. This is a kid who truly loves to be naked. I see a future of streaking at football games in his future.
We have been completely spoiled during this extended holiday to the South West and I am slightly dreading the return to our little island next week. Looking forward to seeing the whales, the sunsets and even the chickens. But am going to miss waking up to fresh coffee and never wondering what to make for dinner.
Have starting dreaming of a massive road trip for fall back through this part of the world. Stay tuned for plans. Chum's passport came in the mail the other day and tickets for April's Australia trip have been bought. He better hang onto his "Soothie" because I see plenty of wandering in his future.
Despite my bout of crankiness this morning, I normally really, really love early mornings with Chum. He wakes up a delight and spends a good hour or two concocting concertinas of chuckles, squeeks, fake coughs, grunts and coos. We leave Poppa to sleeping and hang out in fron the the living room fireplace in a quiet house watching the sun light up the foothills. I throw in some well timed responses like "Yes, yes I see what you mean" or "No, really?" or a vague "Hmmmm" to which his whole face lights up, the dimples emerge and he waves his hands like a madman.
The only reason I can come up for his fussy middle of the night episode is that I ate something out of the ordinary that set him off. The only thing I could think of was cauliflower. So wondering should I leave it alone or try eating it again in a few days to confirm this very un-scientific hypothesis??
I should add this whole early morn' time he is sans diaper which must make up a large part of the joy. This is a kid who truly loves to be naked. I see a future of streaking at football games in his future.
We have been completely spoiled during this extended holiday to the South West and I am slightly dreading the return to our little island next week. Looking forward to seeing the whales, the sunsets and even the chickens. But am going to miss waking up to fresh coffee and never wondering what to make for dinner.
Have starting dreaming of a massive road trip for fall back through this part of the world. Stay tuned for plans. Chum's passport came in the mail the other day and tickets for April's Australia trip have been bought. He better hang onto his "Soothie" because I see plenty of wandering in his future.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Desert Tripping
Spent the day cruising through the Apache Trail, a scenic drive east of Mesa through the Superstition Mountains. Chumsy has been getting way better at spending longer than oh, say 5 minutes in his car seat. I had always heard stories from pals of colicky babes driving midnight streets to cease the crying. Our little fella had the reverse reaction. I'd take one happy baby, toss in a pinch of car seat, add one turned on car and it was a surefire recipe for hysterics.
However, as of late our 3 hours plus drive to Yuma, 8 hour trip to 3 wildlife refuges and today's full day of stop and go has started to pay off. He's not exactly squealing with delight when placed in backseat, but I can conjure a smile or two occasionally. And when that fails, belting out "B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-0, B-I-N-G-O and Bingo was his name, oh!" tends to work miracles. Even if he just forces himself to sleep to make my swan song disappear.
This is good. Really good. Because we have high hopes that include lots o' travels in this wee bubs future. Been seriously considering tackling a longer southwest soujourn toward the end of the year.
Below pics are a couple of snaps from last couple days. Sunset over Phoenix, Hiking up Palm Canyon in Kofa National Wildlife Refuge, and up Fish Creek Canyon.
However, as of late our 3 hours plus drive to Yuma, 8 hour trip to 3 wildlife refuges and today's full day of stop and go has started to pay off. He's not exactly squealing with delight when placed in backseat, but I can conjure a smile or two occasionally. And when that fails, belting out "B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-0, B-I-N-G-O and Bingo was his name, oh!" tends to work miracles. Even if he just forces himself to sleep to make my swan song disappear.
This is good. Really good. Because we have high hopes that include lots o' travels in this wee bubs future. Been seriously considering tackling a longer southwest soujourn toward the end of the year.
Below pics are a couple of snaps from last couple days. Sunset over Phoenix, Hiking up Palm Canyon in Kofa National Wildlife Refuge, and up Fish Creek Canyon.
Friday, January 2, 2009
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