This just in...
a tooth has been spotted just on the horizon of the lower gum, a bit like a north atlantic iceberg circa 1912, hope it's not as dangerous! Otherwise breastfeeding is going to require some gritting of Mama's teeth from here on out.
Stay tuned for pics of the first confirmed sightings (Chum's a little sensitive about this new development)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Q & A with Little Chum
(Little Chum gave the following responses to some FAQ)
Q. How do you get your eyes to stay open so wide?
A: Duct tape and the traces of my mom's morning coffee in my milk supply
Q: Are you the cutest baby in the whole world?
A: Yeah, probably (shrugs nonchalantly). Actually, Auntie Megan keeps calling me Benjamin Button. I'll go pee on one of her shoes later.
Q: Do you sleep through the night?
A: (chuckles) Hells no, party at my crib tonight, 11.30pm and post-part at 2.30am.
Q: Are you always so happy.
A: Definitely not. For example, right at this moment I want to set about dismantling my dad's camera and my mom is trying to make me play with a piece of overpriced organic wood she bought at some hippie grocery store.
Q: What country do you like better, U.S.A or Australia?
A: Depends on what grandparent set I'm wooing at the moment.
Q: Best thing about being a baby?
A: Grabbing the ladies boobs with impunity.
Q: Best thing about growing up on Kauai?
A: The roosters (chuckles, shaking head) oh, man I love those rooster.
Q. How do you get your eyes to stay open so wide?
A: Duct tape and the traces of my mom's morning coffee in my milk supply
Q: Are you the cutest baby in the whole world?
A: Yeah, probably (shrugs nonchalantly). Actually, Auntie Megan keeps calling me Benjamin Button. I'll go pee on one of her shoes later.
Q: Do you sleep through the night?
A: (chuckles) Hells no, party at my crib tonight, 11.30pm and post-part at 2.30am.
Q: Are you always so happy.
A: Definitely not. For example, right at this moment I want to set about dismantling my dad's camera and my mom is trying to make me play with a piece of overpriced organic wood she bought at some hippie grocery store.
Q: What country do you like better, U.S.A or Australia?
A: Depends on what grandparent set I'm wooing at the moment.
Q: Best thing about being a baby?
A: Grabbing the ladies boobs with impunity.
Q: Best thing about growing up on Kauai?
A: The roosters (chuckles, shaking head) oh, man I love those rooster.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Happiness is...
A naked baby dribbling gummed up banana juice all over his belly roll(s)
Having this conversation just after bath:
Chum: Dadda Dadda Dadda
Mama: Mama
Chum: (chuckles) Daaaaaaaadi Daaaaaaaad
Watching Chum lose his marbles at Salt Pond beach yesterday when he really noticed a rooster for the first time.
Having this conversation just after bath:
Chum: Dadda Dadda Dadda
Mama: Mama
Chum: (chuckles) Daaaaaaaadi Daaaaaaaad
Watching Chum lose his marbles at Salt Pond beach yesterday when he really noticed a rooster for the first time.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
No Time? Timeout!
Pics from Australia trip are still coming! Something is not working in my computer. That mysterious organ where things are inserted to download. Hmmm. No time to try to fix it. I feel like the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland during the Unbirthday Party, "No time! No time!" We have been running around (or in my case typing around) like mad and I am often needing to stop and call a timeout. As in:
Timeout! Little Chum has rejected rice cereal, sweet potatoes but is a tiny bit fond of bananas. Wow...
Timeout! Little Chum just chuckled when I put his feet in the sand...
Timeout! Little Chum just woke up and rolled over putting himself back to sleep...
Timeout! Little Chum's blond wisps are getting longer and softer...
Timeout! Little Chum loves wearing his red sunglasses and looks like a mini-mogul/movie star in them...
Timeout! Little Chum turned 6 months old this weekend and I'm not going to let all these tiny perfect moment slip away so I guess I'll just work on this school project late at night. It's worth it.
Looking back on my life I'm going to be glad I gave him a couple of raspberries on his belly rather than bite my nails over the exactly perfect methodology.
Timeout! Little Chum has rejected rice cereal, sweet potatoes but is a tiny bit fond of bananas. Wow...
Timeout! Little Chum just chuckled when I put his feet in the sand...
Timeout! Little Chum just woke up and rolled over putting himself back to sleep...
Timeout! Little Chum's blond wisps are getting longer and softer...
Timeout! Little Chum loves wearing his red sunglasses and looks like a mini-mogul/movie star in them...
Timeout! Little Chum turned 6 months old this weekend and I'm not going to let all these tiny perfect moment slip away so I guess I'll just work on this school project late at night. It's worth it.
Looking back on my life I'm going to be glad I gave him a couple of raspberries on his belly rather than bite my nails over the exactly perfect methodology.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Sleep Wars: Little Chum Strikes Back
We had a wonderful, fantastic, amazing time in Australia and I'll blog about the trip w/ pictures this weekend (if the stars align...)
Trying to figure out what to do with Baby J at the moment with regard to the zzzzzz's.
He seems to be all about the "A's" as in "AWAKE" zzzzzz's, not so much.
Tried to get him to nap on his own today. Holy hell. I expected some tears, some of the famous temper, but i didn't expect a 4 hour combat that left me feeling like I was in the trenches somewhere along the western front circa 1916.
I have rested my battle weary bones down next to my (lightly snoozing) darling baby. finally nursed him on the play mat in the living room, with pacifier and his friend monkey. The four hours of crying, playing, laughing, whining, starting, grizzling and smiling tuckered him out and he drifted away blissfully....only to start himself awake 5 minutes later.
Now I'm sitting next to him and rub his back with a friendly "shhhh" every time he does it, 2X over last 20 minutes.
Sigh. My parenting powers are feeling a bit depleted. I am rather disappointed in myself. Hoping i will regain my jedi powers for a happy ending...
Trying to figure out what to do with Baby J at the moment with regard to the zzzzzz's.
He seems to be all about the "A's" as in "AWAKE" zzzzzz's, not so much.
Tried to get him to nap on his own today. Holy hell. I expected some tears, some of the famous temper, but i didn't expect a 4 hour combat that left me feeling like I was in the trenches somewhere along the western front circa 1916.
I have rested my battle weary bones down next to my (lightly snoozing) darling baby. finally nursed him on the play mat in the living room, with pacifier and his friend monkey. The four hours of crying, playing, laughing, whining, starting, grizzling and smiling tuckered him out and he drifted away blissfully....only to start himself awake 5 minutes later.
Now I'm sitting next to him and rub his back with a friendly "shhhh" every time he does it, 2X over last 20 minutes.
Sigh. My parenting powers are feeling a bit depleted. I am rather disappointed in myself. Hoping i will regain my jedi powers for a happy ending...
Thursday, April 2, 2009
A Little Smiley Something...
A little something that made me smile today...
Chummer was at his baby massage class (yes. he lives in hawaii and attends baby massage classes. he is living the baby dream) and his mate Piko was rolling around beside him. Piko is a handsome boy born 5 days before Chum out at same small country hospital. Jarah reached over and grabbed Piko by the hand and smiled like "Hey, I like you."
Piko responded by trying to nurse Chum's head.
Oh how I love the sweetie ways of tiny boys.
Chummer was at his baby massage class (yes. he lives in hawaii and attends baby massage classes. he is living the baby dream) and his mate Piko was rolling around beside him. Piko is a handsome boy born 5 days before Chum out at same small country hospital. Jarah reached over and grabbed Piko by the hand and smiled like "Hey, I like you."
Piko responded by trying to nurse Chum's head.
Oh how I love the sweetie ways of tiny boys.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Restored
A few days ago I was driving through nearby town and saw new yoga studio. I was all "whoa there pardner....this is south/wesside not airy-fairy tofu eatin' north shore." Then had deep sigh of relief down to my chai-drinking, vegan casserole loving, om chanting toes. Finally for once, the mountain has come to Muhammad!
So I signed myself up for Restorative Yoga on Tuesday nights. Short lived as we're off to Australia in a few days, but making it part of my regularly scheduled programming upon my return. It was bliss. My lower back was sore in ways I was not even remotely aware of.
On drive back the rain was falling lightly on the windshield, tradewinds were whipping the trees, jazz was coming over the local community radio station, i actually remembered to fill my water bottle for once and then....phone rings. It was Nick. He sounded...defeated.
"Are you...uh, heading back?"
"Yup"
"If Jarah freaking out was on scale of 1-10 he'd be at a 10. It's been over 20min"
Pulled into driveway to hear little guy screaming his guts out for all he's worth. I scooped him up, he got a whiff of mama milk and calmed right down. Thank god for mammaries.
That or my restored, zenified spirit
So I signed myself up for Restorative Yoga on Tuesday nights. Short lived as we're off to Australia in a few days, but making it part of my regularly scheduled programming upon my return. It was bliss. My lower back was sore in ways I was not even remotely aware of.
On drive back the rain was falling lightly on the windshield, tradewinds were whipping the trees, jazz was coming over the local community radio station, i actually remembered to fill my water bottle for once and then....phone rings. It was Nick. He sounded...defeated.
"Are you...uh, heading back?"
"Yup"
"If Jarah freaking out was on scale of 1-10 he'd be at a 10. It's been over 20min"
Pulled into driveway to hear little guy screaming his guts out for all he's worth. I scooped him up, he got a whiff of mama milk and calmed right down. Thank god for mammaries.
That or my restored, zenified spirit
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