Ticklish
My Mommy and Daddy discovered a new thing about me yesterday -- I'm ticklish. As I was sitting on the couch with my Daddy, he was rubbling my tummy in his usual Buddha style. For some reason, he decided to tweak around the bottom and sides of my ribs. I looked at him quizzically, then my face bloomed into an enormous smile. I didn't exactly laugh, but tickling is definitely funny. So far, we haven't got a picture of one of my big smiles, but if you think my other expressions are cute, you're going to love my smile.
Smiling is fun.
Thursday, March 28, 2002
Wednesday, March 27, 2002
Comments
Uh oh. It looks like the comments site I was using seems to have killed my use of their commenting software. Maybe it will come back online. Otherwise, I'll have to find some new way to implement comments.
The comments seem to have self-corrected. Apparently the server handling them was just down for a while.
Uh oh. It looks like the comments site I was using seems to have killed my use of their commenting software. Maybe it will come back online. Otherwise, I'll have to find some new way to implement comments.
The comments seem to have self-corrected. Apparently the server handling them was just down for a while.
Picture Time
I've uploaded some new photos to my website. They are located in the folder labeled "Dave and Julie Visit." They are mostly all pictures from the visit although there is one photo from Tahoe. It is of a sign warning of the danger of contracting the plague by feeding the squirrels. My Mommy does not want me to get the plague.
While this batch of photos contain no pictures of Dave, there are a whole bunch of photos with him coming soon from WalMart that my Mommy will post to the site. Please be patient.
I've uploaded some new photos to my website. They are located in the folder labeled "Dave and Julie Visit." They are mostly all pictures from the visit although there is one photo from Tahoe. It is of a sign warning of the danger of contracting the plague by feeding the squirrels. My Mommy does not want me to get the plague.
While this batch of photos contain no pictures of Dave, there are a whole bunch of photos with him coming soon from WalMart that my Mommy will post to the site. Please be patient.
Jaws?
For the first time, I went out to the store with my Daddy last night. My Mommy takes me out sometimes in the afternoons, but my Daddy has never done so until now. First, his style is a lot different from Mommy's -- he zipped me into and out of the car. No taking a million things along just in case, no special outfits, just a blanket and a soothie and off we rode. I liked the ride over there. We hit all green lights, so we were whizzing along. When we got into the store, I started to feel a little hungry, but quickly forgot about this as long as we kept moving. As the trip progressed, we had to move faster and faster so that I would forget that I was hungry. By the end, we were about hurtling through the store at breakneck speed. Whee!
Back in the car, I was distinctly hungry. I would be happy as long as we were moving fast, but I would let my Daddy know that he needed to hurry home whenever we would get stuck at a red light. Why is he waiting? Doesn't he know I'm hungry? I'm like a shark, I need to keep moving to be happy. Once I was home and eating, however, I was once again content to be still.
For the first time, I went out to the store with my Daddy last night. My Mommy takes me out sometimes in the afternoons, but my Daddy has never done so until now. First, his style is a lot different from Mommy's -- he zipped me into and out of the car. No taking a million things along just in case, no special outfits, just a blanket and a soothie and off we rode. I liked the ride over there. We hit all green lights, so we were whizzing along. When we got into the store, I started to feel a little hungry, but quickly forgot about this as long as we kept moving. As the trip progressed, we had to move faster and faster so that I would forget that I was hungry. By the end, we were about hurtling through the store at breakneck speed. Whee!
Back in the car, I was distinctly hungry. I would be happy as long as we were moving fast, but I would let my Daddy know that he needed to hurry home whenever we would get stuck at a red light. Why is he waiting? Doesn't he know I'm hungry? I'm like a shark, I need to keep moving to be happy. Once I was home and eating, however, I was once again content to be still.
Tuesday, March 26, 2002
Adieu
Sadly, my Uncle Dave and Aunt Julie left this morning. My Mommy was planning to sleep through the morning as they were leaving, but I decided that I did not want to miss the last few minutes of their being with us. I get us all up at about 10 to 7, had a quick meal, got changed, and was in high spirits to see them off. They picked me up and held me one last time before disappearing. It's strange how people seem to appear and disappear so much in my life. I'll miss them.
I had a new experience the night before, we all went out to the Gordon Biersch brew pub. Yay! It was baby's first brew pub. My Uncle Dave picked it out (perhaps inspired by all those thirst inducing Celtic songs he sang to me.) It was really noisy in the pub, but I didn't mind. The set us at a table with a special stroller area behind the seats. I got to sit in my stroller very comfortably as the evening wore on. I was also lucky enough to have a bath yesterday, so I was really looking my best for our night out.
Sadly, my Uncle Dave and Aunt Julie left this morning. My Mommy was planning to sleep through the morning as they were leaving, but I decided that I did not want to miss the last few minutes of their being with us. I get us all up at about 10 to 7, had a quick meal, got changed, and was in high spirits to see them off. They picked me up and held me one last time before disappearing. It's strange how people seem to appear and disappear so much in my life. I'll miss them.
I had a new experience the night before, we all went out to the Gordon Biersch brew pub. Yay! It was baby's first brew pub. My Uncle Dave picked it out (perhaps inspired by all those thirst inducing Celtic songs he sang to me.) It was really noisy in the pub, but I didn't mind. The set us at a table with a special stroller area behind the seats. I got to sit in my stroller very comfortably as the evening wore on. I was also lucky enough to have a bath yesterday, so I was really looking my best for our night out.
Monday, March 25, 2002
It's been a busy weekend for me. Yesterday, I got to go out on a tour of the Stanford campus with my parents and Aunt Julie and Uncle Dave. For me, the highlight was taking an open-air lunch by a pretty fountain in front of the college bookstore. Upon returning from this trip, everyone else, perhaps inspired by my example of eating, decided to go out to lunch. They took me along with them though I just watched them eat rather than ordering anything myself. So far, I've been out to restaurants about 5 times, and I've been good (read - quiet as a mouse) all five. I hope they see how great I am to take on outings.
In the evening, we all watched the academy awards together. This is my first time seeing the Oscars. I thought that the exquisite Gyneth Paltrow's dress was an exquisite nightmare, by the way. I also thought Whoopi Goldberg rather unfunny. I got a bit fussy during the middle of the show (the Sidney Poitier tribute I found to be overlong and tiresome) so my Uncle Dave regaled me by singing Celtic rock songs. Mostly, these songs seemed concerned with extolling the virtues of drinking.
My aunt and uncle are really nice to me and like to bounce me around, sing to me, and play with me. I like the extra attention. As far as I'm concerned, they're welcome anytime.
In the evening, we all watched the academy awards together. This is my first time seeing the Oscars. I thought that the exquisite Gyneth Paltrow's dress was an exquisite nightmare, by the way. I also thought Whoopi Goldberg rather unfunny. I got a bit fussy during the middle of the show (the Sidney Poitier tribute I found to be overlong and tiresome) so my Uncle Dave regaled me by singing Celtic rock songs. Mostly, these songs seemed concerned with extolling the virtues of drinking.
My aunt and uncle are really nice to me and like to bounce me around, sing to me, and play with me. I like the extra attention. As far as I'm concerned, they're welcome anytime.
Friday, March 22, 2002
A Hint of a Smile
I'm starting to get the hang of a new developmental milestone -- smiling. While I've had a number of other expressions, especially the pout, down since I came out of the hospital, the smile has proven to be more difficult for me. Earlier this week, my Mommy was playing with me and telling me what a great guy I was in her cute singsongy voice (does she always talk like that?) when she did something absolutely hilarious. She put her face close to mine and went "brrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrrrr-rrrrr". Now, this may not sound that funny to you, but you had to be there. I smiled. She wasn't sure it was a real smile, so she's tried the same thing again on a number of occasions since. Oddly, the bit does not get old for me -- I still smile when she goes "brrrr-rrrrr-rrrr".
Smiling is fun, but Mommy is funnier.
I'm starting to get the hang of a new developmental milestone -- smiling. While I've had a number of other expressions, especially the pout, down since I came out of the hospital, the smile has proven to be more difficult for me. Earlier this week, my Mommy was playing with me and telling me what a great guy I was in her cute singsongy voice (does she always talk like that?) when she did something absolutely hilarious. She put her face close to mine and went "brrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrrrr-rrrrr". Now, this may not sound that funny to you, but you had to be there. I smiled. She wasn't sure it was a real smile, so she's tried the same thing again on a number of occasions since. Oddly, the bit does not get old for me -- I still smile when she goes "brrrr-rrrrr-rrrr".
Smiling is fun, but Mommy is funnier.
Wednesday, March 20, 2002
Memories
Most adults trace their daily experiences by linking back across time and space to relationships between past events that either they experienced, read about, or were otherwise affected by. In other words, their experiences in the here and now are viewed through the filter of their memories. My situation is fundamentally different. I really have no memories to speak of. Everything is new to me and there is nothing to which to relate it. Psychologists often refer to the notion of pegs, like one uses to hang coats on or Victorian era cubbies in which to place related items as the way most people remember and categorize things. For me the cubbies are mostly all empty and the pegs are bare. Indeed, the pegs or cubbies themselves might not really exist for me. Right now, I am without a past for the most part.
There are cases of patients suffering brain injury which reduces them to having no ability to store incidents in long-term memory. It's as though there past stops at a point in time and all new events are stored for the moment and then lost. The film Memento is about this situation. These people write down everything in an attempt to physically mimic the process of moving items from perishable short-term memory into a more durable form. While I can move things into longer term storage, like them, most experiences are new to me and I have neither context nor the ability to make a physical record (I don't really have words) to relate one thing to another.
Neuroscientists argue that dreams are an essential part of the process of shifting the chaos of images of everyday life into a durable form and, more importantly, making sense of them in terms of generalities and concepts. Dreams are messy and disordered things of course, although the messiness -- the noise injected into the images of daily life -- seem to be essential in making unexpected connections. I spend a lot of my time dreaming, making connections, trying to make sense of the chaos of the world.
I like to look at boundaries. I am fascinated by the spaces where light meets dark. When we were in a restaurant recently, I spent much of the time staring at a light in a faux copper shade. Somehow right at the boundary where the shade met the light, it ceased to be white and bright and became gray and suddenly dark just beyond the fringes of the lampshade. When I'm in my swing, there is a metal bar that pierces through the surrounding light in the room and makes it suddenly dark. The blue metal silhouettes against the light. As the swing rocks, the silhouetted form moves as well in an arc across space. This fascinates me. Somehow, I think the boundaries are where I'll find the connections between the light and the dark, between the physical objects around me and the light that illuminates them.
Boundaries are some of the most biologically diverse parts of an ecosystem. Where a meadow suddenly gives way to a wooded area there is typically an abundance of life existing only there -- at the border -- an nowhere else. Many animals can only live on these borders, not quite in either ecosystem but bridging them. This is where I focus my attentions, on the edges, on the periphery.
Most adults trace their daily experiences by linking back across time and space to relationships between past events that either they experienced, read about, or were otherwise affected by. In other words, their experiences in the here and now are viewed through the filter of their memories. My situation is fundamentally different. I really have no memories to speak of. Everything is new to me and there is nothing to which to relate it. Psychologists often refer to the notion of pegs, like one uses to hang coats on or Victorian era cubbies in which to place related items as the way most people remember and categorize things. For me the cubbies are mostly all empty and the pegs are bare. Indeed, the pegs or cubbies themselves might not really exist for me. Right now, I am without a past for the most part.
There are cases of patients suffering brain injury which reduces them to having no ability to store incidents in long-term memory. It's as though there past stops at a point in time and all new events are stored for the moment and then lost. The film Memento is about this situation. These people write down everything in an attempt to physically mimic the process of moving items from perishable short-term memory into a more durable form. While I can move things into longer term storage, like them, most experiences are new to me and I have neither context nor the ability to make a physical record (I don't really have words) to relate one thing to another.
Neuroscientists argue that dreams are an essential part of the process of shifting the chaos of images of everyday life into a durable form and, more importantly, making sense of them in terms of generalities and concepts. Dreams are messy and disordered things of course, although the messiness -- the noise injected into the images of daily life -- seem to be essential in making unexpected connections. I spend a lot of my time dreaming, making connections, trying to make sense of the chaos of the world.
I like to look at boundaries. I am fascinated by the spaces where light meets dark. When we were in a restaurant recently, I spent much of the time staring at a light in a faux copper shade. Somehow right at the boundary where the shade met the light, it ceased to be white and bright and became gray and suddenly dark just beyond the fringes of the lampshade. When I'm in my swing, there is a metal bar that pierces through the surrounding light in the room and makes it suddenly dark. The blue metal silhouettes against the light. As the swing rocks, the silhouetted form moves as well in an arc across space. This fascinates me. Somehow, I think the boundaries are where I'll find the connections between the light and the dark, between the physical objects around me and the light that illuminates them.
Boundaries are some of the most biologically diverse parts of an ecosystem. Where a meadow suddenly gives way to a wooded area there is typically an abundance of life existing only there -- at the border -- an nowhere else. Many animals can only live on these borders, not quite in either ecosystem but bridging them. This is where I focus my attentions, on the edges, on the periphery.
Growing Boy
Two nights ago, I had a hard time letting my parents know what I wanted. I tried hard, I really did, but they could not figure it out. See, I'm on another growth spurt and need more milk than I did a week ago. The night in question, my parents gave me the usual 110cc feeding around 9pm, but I was still hungry. They figured this part out and gave me another 40ccs around 10pm, but I was still hungry. I cried and cried, but they could not figure it out -- they changed me, they put me in one of the myriad of entertaining swings and bouncy seats that are around the house, they rocked me, they rubbed my back and tummy. In short, they did everything but what I wanted -- I was hungry and wanted more food. A little after 11, all other possibilities were exhausted and they tried feeding me again -- another 110ccs. Ah, sweet relief.
I think now they've figured out that I'm growing and need more food than what I've had up until now. They sometimes give me 125ccs at a sitting, which is a lot even for me. Still, I'm pretty happy. I have a bib that says, "Joy is a full tummy." Isn't that the truth.
Two nights ago, I had a hard time letting my parents know what I wanted. I tried hard, I really did, but they could not figure it out. See, I'm on another growth spurt and need more milk than I did a week ago. The night in question, my parents gave me the usual 110cc feeding around 9pm, but I was still hungry. They figured this part out and gave me another 40ccs around 10pm, but I was still hungry. I cried and cried, but they could not figure it out -- they changed me, they put me in one of the myriad of entertaining swings and bouncy seats that are around the house, they rocked me, they rubbed my back and tummy. In short, they did everything but what I wanted -- I was hungry and wanted more food. A little after 11, all other possibilities were exhausted and they tried feeding me again -- another 110ccs. Ah, sweet relief.
I think now they've figured out that I'm growing and need more food than what I've had up until now. They sometimes give me 125ccs at a sitting, which is a lot even for me. Still, I'm pretty happy. I have a bib that says, "Joy is a full tummy." Isn't that the truth.
Monday, March 18, 2002
Chain Reaction
I got to go on my first big trip this weekend. My Mommy and Daddy took me to Lake Tahoe to see my cousins, Meryl, Libby, and Matthew, and my Uncle Ted and Aunt Holly. Now, they don't normally live in Lake Tahoe, but Uncle Ted was attending a medical conference there to "learn" about new techniques (and the company that makes them). There were a lot of firsts on this trip -- it was my first time out of Palo Alto, my first time out of the state (we stayed in Incline Village, Nevada), and my first time seeing snow. Snow is pretty. It's also quite cold. I opened my mouth as it was snow flurrying and ate some of the snowflakes to see what that would be like. It was really cold -- I like milk much better. It was also my first time meeting my cousins. They seened to like me a lot -- they picked me up and liked to peek into my stroller to look at me while we were all eating together.
The trip for my parents was not quite so good. My Daddy's wallet was lost/stolen on Saturday, probably while my parents were having fun taking turns sliding down a big hill on a snow saucer, so he's currently driver's license-less. In addition, the trip home was not too much fun. To get to Lake Tahoe, you have to drive over Donner Pass, which is a 7700 foot ridgeline. The weather there can be nasty, and it was on the trip back. While the trip to Tahoe took us about 4.5 hours, the trip back took 8.5 hours! A lot of this time was spent stopped when they closed down I-80 due to blizzard conditions. When they reopened it, they made us put chains on our car and drive down at 15mph. It took forever and was pretty scary at times.
Happily, we all got home safely.
I got to go on my first big trip this weekend. My Mommy and Daddy took me to Lake Tahoe to see my cousins, Meryl, Libby, and Matthew, and my Uncle Ted and Aunt Holly. Now, they don't normally live in Lake Tahoe, but Uncle Ted was attending a medical conference there to "learn" about new techniques (and the company that makes them). There were a lot of firsts on this trip -- it was my first time out of Palo Alto, my first time out of the state (we stayed in Incline Village, Nevada), and my first time seeing snow. Snow is pretty. It's also quite cold. I opened my mouth as it was snow flurrying and ate some of the snowflakes to see what that would be like. It was really cold -- I like milk much better. It was also my first time meeting my cousins. They seened to like me a lot -- they picked me up and liked to peek into my stroller to look at me while we were all eating together.
The trip for my parents was not quite so good. My Daddy's wallet was lost/stolen on Saturday, probably while my parents were having fun taking turns sliding down a big hill on a snow saucer, so he's currently driver's license-less. In addition, the trip home was not too much fun. To get to Lake Tahoe, you have to drive over Donner Pass, which is a 7700 foot ridgeline. The weather there can be nasty, and it was on the trip back. While the trip to Tahoe took us about 4.5 hours, the trip back took 8.5 hours! A lot of this time was spent stopped when they closed down I-80 due to blizzard conditions. When they reopened it, they made us put chains on our car and drive down at 15mph. It took forever and was pretty scary at times.
Happily, we all got home safely.
Thursday, March 14, 2002
Bye bye
We all drove to the airport this morning to see my Grandma Dorothy off. I was sad to see her go, and I think she was sad to leave me as well. At the curbisde by the airport, she spent her last few minutes before boarding the plane holding my head in her arms and telling her how much she loved me and was going to miss me. I wanted to say that I loved her too, but words are difficult for me right now. Instead, I said "eh" but I think she knew what I meant.
We all drove to the airport this morning to see my Grandma Dorothy off. I was sad to see her go, and I think she was sad to leave me as well. At the curbisde by the airport, she spent her last few minutes before boarding the plane holding my head in her arms and telling her how much she loved me and was going to miss me. I wanted to say that I loved her too, but words are difficult for me right now. Instead, I said "eh" but I think she knew what I meant.
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
Shiny Happy Baby
My parents sang me a new song based on an REM tune yesterday:
Shiny happy baby laughing
Meet me in the crowd
Baby baby
Throw your love around
Love me love me
Take him into town
Happy happy
Put him on the ground
Where the flowers grow
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy baby holding hands
Shiny happy baby laughing
Everyone around
Loves him, loves him
Hold him in your arms
Take him take him
There's no time to cry
Happy happy
Keep him in your heart
Where tomorrow shines
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy baby holding hands
Shiny happy baby laughing
My parents sang me a new song based on an REM tune yesterday:
Shiny happy baby laughing
Meet me in the crowd
Baby baby
Throw your love around
Love me love me
Take him into town
Happy happy
Put him on the ground
Where the flowers grow
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy baby holding hands
Shiny happy baby laughing
Everyone around
Loves him, loves him
Hold him in your arms
Take him take him
There's no time to cry
Happy happy
Keep him in your heart
Where tomorrow shines
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy baby holding hands
Shiny happy baby laughing
Airplane Baby
My Daddy and I like to play a game. He picks me up under my arms and spread my arms wide to be like wings, then head facing forward, we fly around the room together while he makes interesting airplane noises. Airplane baby! I love the motion of flying around, banking steeply, climbing and diving low. Of course, this little game makes my Mommy nervous. Oh well.
Even when I'm feeling fussy, airplane baby immdiately lifts my spirits. Whee! I'm flying.
My Daddy and I like to play a game. He picks me up under my arms and spread my arms wide to be like wings, then head facing forward, we fly around the room together while he makes interesting airplane noises. Airplane baby! I love the motion of flying around, banking steeply, climbing and diving low. Of course, this little game makes my Mommy nervous. Oh well.
Even when I'm feeling fussy, airplane baby immdiately lifts my spirits. Whee! I'm flying.
Monday, March 11, 2002
The latest photos are posted under the Golden Gate folder in my photo album.
Please note -- space is becoming tight in my album. In the coming weeks, the pointer on my webpage will switch to an alternative album I've already set up. I will also add a pointer to the Archive Vol 1 album, which is what you are looking at now. Please note this so you don't become confused in the transition.
Please note -- space is becoming tight in my album. In the coming weeks, the pointer on my webpage will switch to an alternative album I've already set up. I will also add a pointer to the Archive Vol 1 album, which is what you are looking at now. Please note this so you don't become confused in the transition.
In Fine Fettle
After my last post, a lot of you were asking how I was doing. Well, after that initial day and night of feeling bad, I perked up for the weekend. I spent most of Saturday sleeping. I was really tired from all the energy expended fussing on Friday. On Saturday night, my Mommy and Daddy left me to go out themselves for the first time in awhile. My grandmother kept me company though, so I wasn't lonely.
On Sunday we all piled into the car and headed to Muir Woods to see the redwoods. They're very tall. I think my perspective, lying on my back in my stroller, gave me a better appreciation for just how tall compared to the standing up method of looking at things that the others in my family use. I wonder why they don't have strollers too? After that, we drove to the Golden Gate Bridge to watch the sunset over the Pacific Ocean. It was a gorgeous sunset though it became quite cold with the winds gusting in from off the ocean. I've posted a photo of Mommy and me standing on a rock overlooking the Golden Gate.
During part of the ride home, we couldn't go fast because of traffic. I become restless when the car is not moving fast enough. Thankfully, we got on the interstate soon enough and I was sound asleep as we rolled home.
After my last post, a lot of you were asking how I was doing. Well, after that initial day and night of feeling bad, I perked up for the weekend. I spent most of Saturday sleeping. I was really tired from all the energy expended fussing on Friday. On Saturday night, my Mommy and Daddy left me to go out themselves for the first time in awhile. My grandmother kept me company though, so I wasn't lonely.
On Sunday we all piled into the car and headed to Muir Woods to see the redwoods. They're very tall. I think my perspective, lying on my back in my stroller, gave me a better appreciation for just how tall compared to the standing up method of looking at things that the others in my family use. I wonder why they don't have strollers too? After that, we drove to the Golden Gate Bridge to watch the sunset over the Pacific Ocean. It was a gorgeous sunset though it became quite cold with the winds gusting in from off the ocean. I've posted a photo of Mommy and me standing on a rock overlooking the Golden Gate.
During part of the ride home, we couldn't go fast because of traffic. I become restless when the car is not moving fast enough. Thankfully, we got on the interstate soon enough and I was sound asleep as we rolled home.
Saturday, March 09, 2002
Flu?
The last couple of days have been really hard ones for me. On Thursday, I went to the doctor for a checkup. I got weighed (10.8 lbs) and measured (21" long). This was all fine with me, but then came the bad part. I got four (!) nasty shots and they drew blood from my poor little foot. The shots were really painful! I let them know this in no uncertain terms after the first shot, but it did not seem to get them to change their minds about the subsequent ones. At least I know I touched my Mommy's heart with my cries. Tears were streaming down her face as they were doing this to me.
After the shots, I was a little sore and a little cranky all afternoon. I also had less of an appetite than I normally do. By evening, however, I had returned my usual equilibrium. Friday morning was much of the same until around noon. At that point, I started to feel bad. My Daddy was in sole charge of my on Friday as my Mommy and Grandma Dorothy were off partying in San Francisco. He was trying to get work done instead of spending all his time paying attention to me when I am not feeling well. Hah, little chance of that. I've pretty much been miserable since that time. I sometimes get these little coughs that scare me into screaming. Sometimes I just scream cause I don’t feel well. I'm getting a raw throat from all my "talking."
The doctor offered the possibility that I might have a reaction to one of my shots (my Mommy think it was a flu shot). Well, I'm definitely having a reaction. I hope it ends soon.
The last couple of days have been really hard ones for me. On Thursday, I went to the doctor for a checkup. I got weighed (10.8 lbs) and measured (21" long). This was all fine with me, but then came the bad part. I got four (!) nasty shots and they drew blood from my poor little foot. The shots were really painful! I let them know this in no uncertain terms after the first shot, but it did not seem to get them to change their minds about the subsequent ones. At least I know I touched my Mommy's heart with my cries. Tears were streaming down her face as they were doing this to me.
After the shots, I was a little sore and a little cranky all afternoon. I also had less of an appetite than I normally do. By evening, however, I had returned my usual equilibrium. Friday morning was much of the same until around noon. At that point, I started to feel bad. My Daddy was in sole charge of my on Friday as my Mommy and Grandma Dorothy were off partying in San Francisco. He was trying to get work done instead of spending all his time paying attention to me when I am not feeling well. Hah, little chance of that. I've pretty much been miserable since that time. I sometimes get these little coughs that scare me into screaming. Sometimes I just scream cause I don’t feel well. I'm getting a raw throat from all my "talking."
The doctor offered the possibility that I might have a reaction to one of my shots (my Mommy think it was a flu shot). Well, I'm definitely having a reaction. I hope it ends soon.
Thursday, March 07, 2002
Normally, I get pretty fussy in the early evening, and it is difficult to get me to calm down. I used to think this was inevitable, and there was nothing to be done, but now I'm not so sure. I was fussy last night, so my grandmother Dorothy spent lots of time picking me up, patting me on the back, and talking in a singsongy way to me. This kept me calm for awhile. When it came time for dinner, she had to put me down, so I went in my big swing. (I now have enough neck strength that my head doesn't loll in an odd way in this device anymore.) This kept me happy for a little while, but about half way through dinner, I was unhappy again. My grandmother Dorothy plucked me out of the swing and laid me down on my tummy on a blanket on the floor. My Mommy and Daddy both shook their heads and seriously questioned the wisdom of that move since for them it seems to work poorly. Well, just to let them know that I'm still full of surprises, I went straight to sleep in this position! They were amazed.
My grandmother gloated happily over how her vast experience with little guys like me gives her an intuition that they simply do not have. Hee hee. I think she may be right.
My grandmother gloated happily over how her vast experience with little guys like me gives her an intuition that they simply do not have. Hee hee. I think she may be right.
Tuesday, March 05, 2002
New Visitor
My grandmother Dorothy came to visit me last night. This was a tremendous accomplishment since she had never been on a plane before in her life. (Although my Mommy tells me she thought she wanted to be a flight attendant when she was growing up -- go figure.) For the whole car ride home, she fawned all over me saying how beautiful and perfect I was. I got a lot of this from my Mommy and Daddy when I was first born, but somehow the gushing praise seems to have slackened. It's nice to have a new source!
She also did my midnight feeding as well.
From the bureau of weights and measures, I was measured two days ago and came in at 21" -- so I'm still growing at the rate of an inch per month. I weigh about 11 pounds. I'm going to see my pediatrician on Thursday, so I'll have official statistics -- including percentile rankings relative to my other baby colleagues then.
My grandmother Dorothy came to visit me last night. This was a tremendous accomplishment since she had never been on a plane before in her life. (Although my Mommy tells me she thought she wanted to be a flight attendant when she was growing up -- go figure.) For the whole car ride home, she fawned all over me saying how beautiful and perfect I was. I got a lot of this from my Mommy and Daddy when I was first born, but somehow the gushing praise seems to have slackened. It's nice to have a new source!
She also did my midnight feeding as well.
From the bureau of weights and measures, I was measured two days ago and came in at 21" -- so I'm still growing at the rate of an inch per month. I weigh about 11 pounds. I'm going to see my pediatrician on Thursday, so I'll have official statistics -- including percentile rankings relative to my other baby colleagues then.
Monday, March 04, 2002
Pacifica
This Saturday was an absolutely gorgeous day -- sunny, mid 70s, not a cloud in the sky -- so we decided to go for a ride to the Pacific Ocean. Now, I really like car rides, the smooth purr of the engine, all the gentle bouncing around, the commotion of the other cars. Of course, it makes me really sleepy just thinking about all of this. Anyway, we went for a ride to a place called Pacifica. We walked around on a sort of pebbly beach and watched some people surf. It looked like the waves were quite large. I wanted to go out an body surf, but my parents wouldn't let me. Boo hiss.
We then drove south on a prettty road called the Pacific Coast Highway. It winds between the mountains and the shoreline, so there are lots of great views on both sides. Eventually, we stopped at a town called Montara and sat on a bench overlooking the ocean so that I could have some food. By this time it was about 3:30 and the sun was starting to descend in the sky. On this coast, the sun sets right into the ocean, so the light sort of dances off the water. I saw some seagulls and pelicans as I ate happily.
After that, we drove home. During part of this time, we were stuck in a traffic jam, and I became unhappy. I like MOTION, not being slowed down.
I've posted a bunch of new photos on my website in a folder labeled "Pacifica". These are mostly photos of me although there are a couple scenery shots of some of the beaches I visited.
This Saturday was an absolutely gorgeous day -- sunny, mid 70s, not a cloud in the sky -- so we decided to go for a ride to the Pacific Ocean. Now, I really like car rides, the smooth purr of the engine, all the gentle bouncing around, the commotion of the other cars. Of course, it makes me really sleepy just thinking about all of this. Anyway, we went for a ride to a place called Pacifica. We walked around on a sort of pebbly beach and watched some people surf. It looked like the waves were quite large. I wanted to go out an body surf, but my parents wouldn't let me. Boo hiss.
We then drove south on a prettty road called the Pacific Coast Highway. It winds between the mountains and the shoreline, so there are lots of great views on both sides. Eventually, we stopped at a town called Montara and sat on a bench overlooking the ocean so that I could have some food. By this time it was about 3:30 and the sun was starting to descend in the sky. On this coast, the sun sets right into the ocean, so the light sort of dances off the water. I saw some seagulls and pelicans as I ate happily.
After that, we drove home. During part of this time, we were stuck in a traffic jam, and I became unhappy. I like MOTION, not being slowed down.
I've posted a bunch of new photos on my website in a folder labeled "Pacifica". These are mostly photos of me although there are a couple scenery shots of some of the beaches I visited.
Saturday, March 02, 2002
Mr. Mom
Yesterday my Daddy took care of me for the bulk of the day while my Mommy went out to look at houses in the Berekeley area. She found some nice houses although they're all really expensive. In any event, this was probably the most extended period yet where my Daddy had sole charge of me. I decided to give him a break and be on my best behavior - eating exactly every four hours and not complaining too much about it and so on. We went for a couple of walks yesterday. It was a gorgeous day and, as a special treat, I kept my eyes open instead of napping during the second of the walks. I also got to eat outside once as well.
After my Mommy came home in the early evening, I became fussier. I seem to have developed a fussy period from 5ish to 8ish every night with calm periods throughout the rest of the day. My Daddy went off to play poker last night, so he only got calm periods and not fussy ones. Lucky him.
Yesterday my Daddy took care of me for the bulk of the day while my Mommy went out to look at houses in the Berekeley area. She found some nice houses although they're all really expensive. In any event, this was probably the most extended period yet where my Daddy had sole charge of me. I decided to give him a break and be on my best behavior - eating exactly every four hours and not complaining too much about it and so on. We went for a couple of walks yesterday. It was a gorgeous day and, as a special treat, I kept my eyes open instead of napping during the second of the walks. I also got to eat outside once as well.
After my Mommy came home in the early evening, I became fussier. I seem to have developed a fussy period from 5ish to 8ish every night with calm periods throughout the rest of the day. My Daddy went off to play poker last night, so he only got calm periods and not fussy ones. Lucky him.
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