Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Correlation Is, In Fact, Causation

I realized this morning that over the past several days, I have stared blankly at my Facebook page trying desperately to come up with some clever, witty, or otherwise amusing status update. And then it hit me. There is a direct correlation between the number of hours of sleep I get at night and my cleverness. My last semi-clever post was over a week ago regarding Joseph's tooth gap (even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in awhile). Before that, at least a month. Joseph has been more or less constantly teething for over two months, so sleep for both of us isn't great. He isn't really cranky during the day, but he wakes up every 2-3 hours at night, and not always hungry.

I'm not saying this to get pity or advice. I'm simply putting out there the hope that sleep will return someday and I will become more entertaining because of it.

Also, if another one of my Facebook friends gushes about how her baby sleeps through the night, I may punch myself in the face.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Tourists

The Raisbecks (my mom's brother's family) were in town and decided to visit us. They took Joseph and me to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty.
View of Ellis and Liberty Islands from the boat.

Registry room at Ellis Island.

The two of us outside the main building on Ellis Island.

Looking at the Manhattan skyline from Liberty Island.

With the great lady herself. Someone's fingers got in the shot.
I was kind of surprised how impressed I was with the Statue of Liberty. I imagined what it must have felt like to be on a boat for weeks and then to see this as your first view of your promised land. She really is a thing of beauty.

Tuckered out after a long day.
Thanks again to Mike, Anita, Alex, and Sam for taking time out of your summer vacation to visit us. We love you lots!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Yoga Baby

I think I'll take the hint from Joseph and get my yoga mat out again. He's a natural!

Here's Downward-facing Dog.

And Pigeon.

And Cobra. Great form!

Friday, June 17, 2011

Eight Months

Joseph turns eight months old today, and I'm enjoying spending my days with him more and more. Of course, there are the days when I feel as though I'm chasing him around the house trying to keep him away from dangerous items and items away from my dangerous child, but we have fun. A laundry list of things:

He crawls. Everywhere. And he's getting speedy.


He has four teeth, two each on the bottom and top. Nursing has gotten...interesting.

You can see his top left tooth. He really is living up to his in-utero name of Cletus.

He has FINALLY figured out the jumpy swing. Yesterday he actually bounced more than once. He started wailing as soon as I was out of his vision, but he can do it, and he seems to enjoy it as long as I'm around.

He pulls himself up to standing by using the furniture, the crib, or my hands. He's rather proud of himself.

I bought a jogging stroller off Craigslist. I'm finally feeling capable (read: getting enough sleep) of exercising in the mornings. Joseph seems unimpressed by going fast, but he does enjoy touching the wheels, which are more often than not coated in goose droppings. Ick. We're working on staying away from gross things.

In that vein, he's also becoming more aware of my tone of voice and commands. "No" is being used far more frequently than I had originally intended, but when it comes to short, punchy statements that convey that an action is impermissible and/or dangerous, "no" has no equal. I'll tell him to stop when I see him heading toward some forbidden realm, and he'll usually stop. It's about 50/50 of him actually being redirected to another toy or part of the room, but it's a beginning.


Everything is a toy: the stereo, the crock pot, the photo albums, and occasionally those items designated as toys. I thought I was being so clever when I moved things he was getting into from the bottom shelves; he's just moved up a shelf. D'oh!

I broke down a couple weeks ago and bought an actual toy. It's a small red four square ball. I love it. I think Joseph is warming up to it. He'll chase it around the room and gets excited when I roll it back to him.

"This little piggy" is hilarious. Though I am wondering at a pig eating roast beef. While it's clearly not cannibalism, pigs and cows are definitely neighbors on the farm.

Sleep has gotten better for everyone, I think. We've implemented a pretty consistent bedtime routine, and although he still wakes up to eat (this is what I signed up for when I decided to breastfeed), he occasionally wakes up and goes back to sleep a minute later without help or food. Progress!

Naps have also gotten better. He'll usually have one long nap (60-90 minutes) and then one or two shorter naps (30-45 minutes). My life has gotten much easier because of this.

I've given up on having all of my apartment clean all at the same time. I've now broken the chores up to one room a day. I can get this room done in 30 minutes (in case the nap gets cut short), and I don't feel nearly as overwhelmed as I did a few months ago. I'm also trying to make one new recipe a week. There have been a lot of black bean soup nights at our house since October, and it's time to liven things up.

His diet is getting more adventurous. He's had avocado, sweet potato, squash, peaches (not a fan), oatmeal, and pears.

He learned how to wave last week. It is adorable. He'll give Jake a big wave when he gets home at night. He'll wave to grandparents on Skype. So. Cute.

We sure love this kid.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Nothing that a rap can't fix...

If you tire of conventional economic arguments, here is the awesomer version:



And, in case you missed the first one: