Friday, May 2, 2008
First Kiss!
Yesterday, while braving the cold weather and even snow Luke and I ventured out to Book Babies at the Denver Public Library. Basically, the moms sit in a circle and sing songs between reading books to their little ones. Afterwards there is free time for the kids to play with the shakers and that is when it happened. A little 18 month old girl made a bee line for little Luke and gave him his first kiss on the head. She could not resist and gave him another smooch along with a big hug. Poor Luke did not realize what was going on but sure seemed to not mind the attention from an older woman!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
First Bebe Pod Experience
And lo, the evolution of humanity is an incremental process. Sometimes, the evolution is a major advance, such as when mammals arose from the sea to walk upon the earth. Other times, the process is more subtle, such as when a human being begins to assume a more upright position. Today, May 1st, 2008, will be the day the goes down in family history as the day when Luke, despite a previously demonstrated preference toward the prone position, arose, simian-like into a sitting posture. True, he had the assistance of a specially designed baby chair, but since his spine was vertical and he was unassisted by parents and even the wind, it qualifies as a developmental leap forward. We, the parents, stand proud today. Tomorrow: calculus!
PS. This was written by Nick, so don't blame Kim.
It's SNOWING!
Can you believe it? It is the first day of May and it is snowing. Yesterday Luke and I enjoyed walking around Platte Park shopping and talking to people walking by on a beautiful sunny day. They all said what big cheeks Luke has and a few even touched them. I am not a germaphobe but when strangers touch my baby boy's cheeks I immediately have to wash his face with a wipe. YUCK! Any suggestions for me to tell strangers not to touch my baby boy?
This is a view from our front porch this morning.
Denver Weather:
April 30th
High 83 degrees and sunny
May 1st
High 43 degrees
Low 36 degrees and snowing
This is why I love living in Colorado!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
To sleep or not to sleep...
While I have been having to endure Luke waking up every 2-3 hours to eat for the past two weeks we finally had a good night last night! It is amazing what lack of sleep will do to a person. For example, on Saturday when asked where I live there were several long pauses before Nick hadto answer for me... how embarassing! After consulting many baby books, I decided that a possible solution to Luke sleeping longer was to tank him up in the evening and it worked. WHEW!
So despite my sleep problems Luke seems to have problems of his own. The house next to us got torn down to build a new McMansion. I don't mind because the house that was there before was a bit of an eye sore. This does mean that we will have to live next to construction for the whole summer. Luke was peacefully taking his nap this morning when he was rudely awakened by a dirt truck. It seems that they are dumping dirt on the empty lot to just come back and take it away. So for the two of us it is To Sleep or Not To Sleep......
View from Luke's bedroom
So despite my sleep problems Luke seems to have problems of his own. The house next to us got torn down to build a new McMansion. I don't mind because the house that was there before was a bit of an eye sore. This does mean that we will have to live next to construction for the whole summer. Luke was peacefully taking his nap this morning when he was rudely awakened by a dirt truck. It seems that they are dumping dirt on the empty lot to just come back and take it away. So for the two of us it is To Sleep or Not To Sleep......
View from Luke's bedroom
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Atomic Diaper Rash
Parenthood, as we've found, is a colossal effort of trial and error. Over the past two-plus months, we've made plenty of errors, not the least of which was Nick allowing Luke to thrash about too close to his dad's chin, a decision that permitted Luke's little cranium to go crashing into Nick's steeled-jawed visage, resulting in a long, high-pitched, painful wail that brought Mom running.
Then there was our first trip out to a restaraunt after Luke's arrival. The Wasabi Incident, as it came to be known, started peacefully enough, with Mom and Dad ordering sushi at a Cherry Creek locale and Kim's mom watching the baby. Everything went fine until, on the way home, Kim realized that the wasabi just eaten might somehow get through the breastmilk to Luke. Sure enough, the next morning, Luke's bum was as red as tomato paste, and his wails powerfully expressed his newfound disposition. Several days went by and, after a lot of crying and diaper rash cream, the redness faded and our guilt was assuaged. Still, the damage was done and Luke still looks at his parents with the undeniable expression that, even now, we somtimes really chap his hide.
Fast forward several weeks and the family is up in the mountains. Nick, manfully sacrificing one of the last ski days of the year so his wife could make some much-deserved turns, stays with the baby Saturday and changes numerous diapers of varying degrees of soilage. Remembering the Wasabi Incident, Nick decides to thoroughly and vigorously clean the affected area with each diaper change. While the doctor had warned us of the high, dry mountain air, it never crossed Nick's mind that the atmospheric dryness could create a baby bum-chapping the likes of which he could only imagine (scrubbing a few hundred thousand skin cells off with each change didn't help the situation, either). And lo, by Sunday afternoon, poor little Luke had been hit with Atomic Diaper Rash.
Following the furious screaming on Luke's part that Sunday night, Kim decides to call the doctor on Monday. The doctor's office cheerfully tells her that prescription diaper rash cream is only dispensed when blisters appear on the baby. BLISTERS! Luke is screaming so loud and long he doesn't have enough air in his lungs to sound his suffering and we're supposed to believe this can get WORSE. Three days, Kim was told, of standard, over-the-counter treatments must elapse without progress before prescription. We're in the middle of that time now, with some progress made, but overall the critical region of Luke's body is still as red as the sun of Planet Krypton.
For all new parents out there, or those that are about to become parents, PLEASE guard against Atomic Diaper Rash. You do not know misery until you have a wailing, unconsolable infant on your hands that you can't hold well because touching his backside aggravates the pain. As for us, we're off to keeping Luke's potential Chernobyl bum cheeks down to a mere Three-Mile Island.
Then there was our first trip out to a restaraunt after Luke's arrival. The Wasabi Incident, as it came to be known, started peacefully enough, with Mom and Dad ordering sushi at a Cherry Creek locale and Kim's mom watching the baby. Everything went fine until, on the way home, Kim realized that the wasabi just eaten might somehow get through the breastmilk to Luke. Sure enough, the next morning, Luke's bum was as red as tomato paste, and his wails powerfully expressed his newfound disposition. Several days went by and, after a lot of crying and diaper rash cream, the redness faded and our guilt was assuaged. Still, the damage was done and Luke still looks at his parents with the undeniable expression that, even now, we somtimes really chap his hide.
Fast forward several weeks and the family is up in the mountains. Nick, manfully sacrificing one of the last ski days of the year so his wife could make some much-deserved turns, stays with the baby Saturday and changes numerous diapers of varying degrees of soilage. Remembering the Wasabi Incident, Nick decides to thoroughly and vigorously clean the affected area with each diaper change. While the doctor had warned us of the high, dry mountain air, it never crossed Nick's mind that the atmospheric dryness could create a baby bum-chapping the likes of which he could only imagine (scrubbing a few hundred thousand skin cells off with each change didn't help the situation, either). And lo, by Sunday afternoon, poor little Luke had been hit with Atomic Diaper Rash.
Following the furious screaming on Luke's part that Sunday night, Kim decides to call the doctor on Monday. The doctor's office cheerfully tells her that prescription diaper rash cream is only dispensed when blisters appear on the baby. BLISTERS! Luke is screaming so loud and long he doesn't have enough air in his lungs to sound his suffering and we're supposed to believe this can get WORSE. Three days, Kim was told, of standard, over-the-counter treatments must elapse without progress before prescription. We're in the middle of that time now, with some progress made, but overall the critical region of Luke's body is still as red as the sun of Planet Krypton.
For all new parents out there, or those that are about to become parents, PLEASE guard against Atomic Diaper Rash. You do not know misery until you have a wailing, unconsolable infant on your hands that you can't hold well because touching his backside aggravates the pain. As for us, we're off to keeping Luke's potential Chernobyl bum cheeks down to a mere Three-Mile Island.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Uncle Dean came to visit
After a much awaited trip to Denver and once posponed due to an eye infection, Uncle Dean arrived to meet little Luke! The trip was fraught with adventure the minute Dean left for the airport on Thursday. His plane was delayed but finally he met Luke who was woken up from a deep slumber. He could not believe how little Luke was.
The next day we enjoyed Denver and then prepared to head up to Vail for Luke's first trip to the mountains. I went around the house gathering up all of the things a 2 month old would need (which is a lot!) and waited for Gram Joanne to arrive so the 4 of us could make the 2 hour trip. Fortunately, we stopped for gas before and little did we know that this would be a Belitz all time record for getting up to Vail - it took 5 1/2 hours! It turned out to be the perfect conditions for 3 major accidents that stopped us. The car was packed with food, which was good for Dean, and Luke did a great job sleeping most of the time.
Dean quickly became an expert changing diapers and running around the Vail house getting things for Luke. He strolled along Vail village like an expert and calmed Luke down when he was crying. Luke will be 5 months when Dean will see him again.
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