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The Man in the Mirror July 31, 2009

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Six Month Checkup

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Stats:
19.6 lbs, up exactly 3 lbs from his four month checkup
27.25 inches, up 2.25 inches from his four month checkup
Giant melon head.

He’s in the 75th-90th for height and weight, and 90+ for head circumference. Dr. Lopez answered all my questions and we’re going to start rice cereal this weekend. I was glad to learn that we’ve been giving him too small of a dose of tylenol, which explains why it didn’t seem to help with the last two teeth like it did with the first two. We’re going to stop giving him Zantac, too, since he doesn’t seem to need it anymore.

We also talked about why he might be having so much trouble sleeping since we came home. He did so awesome in NH, but since we came back he’s been crying/screaming at the end of every single sleep cycle (1.5-2 hours) all night long. It’s been three nights and I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m not going in to soothe him at all unless it’s been more than four hours since he last ate and he’s going back to sleep each time in under six minutes. It’s just hard to be woken up by your child crying every two hours. Dr. Lopez said it’s just a reaction to traveling (thanks a LOT Aunt Lori!) and that it could last for a week or so. Awesome.

So far he’s tolerating the shots better than he did last time. He only cried for a minute and now he’s passed out in his carseat. I’m going to nap while I have a chance.

 

Today I’m Thankful for… July 30, 2009

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—A healthy, happy child.
—A few hours of ‘me’ time. I’m about to curl up in bed and read/watch TV.
—A clean house.
—Sonic tater tots with lots of ketchup.

What about you?

 

New Hampshire, Cont. July 29, 2009

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I realize no one wants to read a fifth grade “what I did on my summer vacation” post, so I’ll try to keep it brief. I will most likely fail.

You saw Andrew meet the ocean in the post below. We drove up to a beach in Maine where Mr. Aggie’s family has a decades-old tradition of vacationing. It’s fairly private and beautiful. At least, it is normally when it’s not raining and the tide’s not out. It wasn’t a typical beach trip, but we got to hear the waves and dip his toes into the frigid waters so that’s what counts. How many Texas kids can say they first touched the ocean in Maine?

The trip was entirely too short. We only had two full days to see several different sets of relatives, which meant we were on the go constantly. Andrew was amazing. He almost never fussed, even when he had every right to. He was a model baby, which makes me question the wisdom of having another. No way the universe will be so kind a second time.

(I’m going to do a whole other post on flying with an infant, so look for that later. Or don’t. Whatever.)

Sleep-wise, he was equally awesome. He woke up once a couple of nights, and then our last night there he actually slept through the night! I know other kids do it all the time, but it doesn’t happen around here. He slept from 9:30-5:15, and of course I had a heart attack when I woke up and realized it.

My brother just came by to visit, so I’m going to go ahead and close up shop for now. We might take the spawn out for dinner and let him flirt with some waitresses. He loves that.

 

= 4,000 words July 26, 2009

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Greetings from an un-air-conditioned basement

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If we were still in Texas, a title like that would be grounds for a CPS investigation. Here in New Hampshire, though, it’s actually a little chilly.  I’ve got some time to update since I woke up earlier than the men in my life, so I thought I’d fill you in on yesterday’s travel adventure.

Andrew woke up every hour except one from 10:45-2:45 the night before we left. Because we had a 6:30 flight we were going to get up at 3:45 (gross), and I couldn’t go back to sleep after 2:45. All those details are necessary so that you know how much this trip sucked straight from the get-go.

We left the house a few minutes late, and I forgot my phone so we had to go back. I’m so glad we did, though, because while I was getting my phone I got a travel pillow that I had also forgotten and it saved my life on the plane. (Not literally, but wouldn’t that make a great story?)

So we got to the airport and successfully navigated the shuttle, checking in of half our crap, security, got to the gate, and got on the plane. At no point in that journey did anyone ask for proof that Andrew was ours. I wish they would have asked to see the shiny birth certificate we packed, because I’d like to be reassured that people aren’t strapping other people’s babies to themselves and traipsing through airports across the country all willy-nilly.

Anyway, back to the plane. Our departure time came and went. An antiquated and abused AA work truck pulled up next to our plane. The captain mentioned something about a directional somethingsomething that wasn’t functioning.

We sat. And sat. And I began to sweat. I was already nervous about the four hour flight, and I didn’t want to spend an extra second in that flying death tube. I’m not actually afraid of flying, I was more afraid of having two hundred people wish me dead when my baby wouldn’t stop screaming.

Anyway, they eventually gave up and made us get off the plane. We had to load up all our gear and spawn and start over, this time in a terminal across the airport. I strapped Andrew into the Baby Bjorn which he loved, thankfully. He hated it as a newborn, but now that he can face out in it he loves to flirt with the ladies. We took the tram over to Terminal OtherSideOfTheEarth, loaded up yet another plane and finally took off, two hours late.

Andrew did great on the plane. He only slept 1.5 hours, so he needed to be entertained quite a lot. Most of the time, though, all he wanted to do was nurse. I didn’t mind because I knew it would help with ear pain, and because I knew it would keep him quiet. I was nervous because we don’t use a nursing cover. I am very, very discreet, though. You can’t see any flesh at all when he’s nursing, plus Mr. Aggie was sitting between me and the aisle in a two seat row. On the way back, we may have a seatmate  which will complicate things somewhat.

Andrew is stirring so I’ll wrap this up. We got to Boston finally, got our rental car easily, and drove another 1.5 hours up to New Hampshire. Last night was almost a disaster, but then it wasn’t. One minute I’m lying there between Andrew and Mr. Aggie cursing our inflatable bed and longing for our comfy bed and Andrew’s crib, and the next Andrew’s sleeping peacefully in the pack n play. When we first tried to put him to bed in it he freaked out, but something made me try again later. I’m so glad I did.  He only woke up once to eat after four hours, and that was over six hours ago.

He’s awake now. Duty calls and I’m glad to answer, because I got some great sleep. We’re having a great time visiting family and today we’re going to the beach (!).

 

More Father and Son Correspondence July 23, 2009

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Hey Daddy,

Things are good here. Mommy and I went on a walk this morning, then I dueced in the exersaucer. It wasn’t a blowout, so Mommy was glad.

I’m about ready for a nap. Catch you on the flipside.

Love,

A-Man

Dearest A-Man,

Congrats on the active morning, with the walk, exersaucer, and duece. Remember to be nice for Mommy since she has been working hard to make sure you are taken care of when you have been such a grumpy pants. Also, remind Mommy to get a nap and drink plenty of water. We have to make sure Mommy is taken care of as well since we wouldn’t be able to make it without her. Hope the nap goes well and I will hit you up on the cellular later.

Love,

Big-D

Normally we wouldn’t employ terms like “dueced” but since I’m not sure how sensitive the email filter at Mr. Aggie’s company is so I try to avoid known terms for bodily functions.

And as the baby monitor goes silent, I bid you adieu as I begin my nap also.