17 October 2011
13 October 2011
If Evan wants to sleep...
Evan's gonna sleep.
And this is after sleeping so much at daycare (5.5 hours) that they had to wake him up for eating/changing. I think it's going to be a long night.
And this is after sleeping so much at daycare (5.5 hours) that they had to wake him up for eating/changing. I think it's going to be a long night.
09 October 2011
Resting
Evan gets a "My Day" sheet from daycare each day. It details his eating, sleeping and diapers.
I find it incredibly hilarious that is says, "I rested..." I don't know why, but I just feel like someone who lays on his back and poops his pants all day long is pretty much "resting" 24/7. I think "slept" would be a much more suitable word but I guess I'll continue to crack up every day when I see when Evan rested.
07 October 2011
Outside Time
We're having a bit of an Indian summer this week. Also, Evan's been extremely tired after daycare but we've been trying to keep him awake in the evenings so he'll sleep better at night. It's not working, but we're trying. So, we've been spending evenings outside.
Wednesday at Cox Arboretum.
Thursday in the backyard. Nothing would keep him awake on Thursday evening.
And Friday in the backyard. They must've done some tummy time at daycare because he was excited to show us how good he is at head holding.
30 September 2011
Daycare
Evan started daycare this week. He's going to an Air Force Child Development Center and as someone else put it, the military does not mess around with their child care. I'm (we're?) very happy with the center that he's going to. It's small-- just one classroom of each age group, and it's actually located just off base. He has eight kids in his classroom of 0-6 month olds and two teachers.
On his first and second day, David was traveling for work so I had to go it alone. It doesn't matter how nice the teachers are or how happy we are with the place, that first day was hard.
When I woke him up that morning, he looked at me like, "Mom, why are you waking me up? That's not how it's supposed to work!" After getting spiffed up in his first-day-of-school outfit and getting a belly full of milk, he was super cheery.
The first drop-off took forever because I had to stock his supplies and learn all the things we have to do when we drop him off. Not to mention, I was hesitant to leave him there.
It was a long day at work and I was so excited when I got to head back to pick him up. When I got there, he was sitting in a bouncy seat just looking around. And there was a baby friend sitting in another bouncy seat beside him, also looking around. And two more baby friends laying on the playmat, just looking around. Babies are so interesting. Not.
The first pick-up took a while too because I had to learn how to do all the drop-off stuff in reverse.
When we got home, well, this:
I texted David immediately. "I think our son caught rabies at daycare!"
He slept a full 8 hours that night. Whatever they do at daycare really tires him out.
The second morning (don't worry, I'm not going to chronicle every day), while still happy to be woken up with a mouthful of milk, I felt like maybe he knew what was up:
According to his daily report cards and reports from his teachers, he's had a bunch of good days this week. However, I think he's already picking up bad habits from the other kids:
On his first and second day, David was traveling for work so I had to go it alone. It doesn't matter how nice the teachers are or how happy we are with the place, that first day was hard.
When I woke him up that morning, he looked at me like, "Mom, why are you waking me up? That's not how it's supposed to work!" After getting spiffed up in his first-day-of-school outfit and getting a belly full of milk, he was super cheery.
The first drop-off took forever because I had to stock his supplies and learn all the things we have to do when we drop him off. Not to mention, I was hesitant to leave him there.
It was a long day at work and I was so excited when I got to head back to pick him up. When I got there, he was sitting in a bouncy seat just looking around. And there was a baby friend sitting in another bouncy seat beside him, also looking around. And two more baby friends laying on the playmat, just looking around. Babies are so interesting. Not.
The first pick-up took a while too because I had to learn how to do all the drop-off stuff in reverse.
When we got home, well, this:
I texted David immediately. "I think our son caught rabies at daycare!"
He slept a full 8 hours that night. Whatever they do at daycare really tires him out.
The second morning (don't worry, I'm not going to chronicle every day), while still happy to be woken up with a mouthful of milk, I felt like maybe he knew what was up:
According to his daily report cards and reports from his teachers, he's had a bunch of good days this week. However, I think he's already picking up bad habits from the other kids:
27 September 2011
Month 2
Dear Evan,
Your second month was full of smiles. You had plenty of sorta-smiles in month one, but on the very first day of your second month, it's like the smile switch was turned on! Our favorite time of the day with you, especially on weekends when we're both home to enjoy it, is mid-morning after you've been changed and have a belly full of milk. You're so smiley and chatty. It's like your whole purpose in life is to make us giggle-- and you succeed every time.
Your awake time has increased significantly this month. Luckily, it's been mostly daytime awake time. Until the last couple days of the month, you were not sleeping much at night-- average of 3 hours at a time, but Dad and I are used to Zombie Mode by now. I hope you keep up the good sleeps and don't go back to the 3-hour schedule.
I started back to work part time this month, which made me treasure every moment with you even more. Dad's been staying home with you when I'm out bringing home the bacon (that's where I tell you I'm going when I leave.) You're going to love bacon one day, Buddy. Everything is better with bacon. You boys have been bonding by baking delicious bread and cake and torturing the animals by locking them in the crate together-- which, I admit was pretty funny. Why won't they just be friends, right? I know. I've been asking that for years.
You've gained a lot more control of your body this month. You're a champion head holder-upper and might be ready for your bumbo seat soon. You turn your head toward our voices and look at us like you just might recognize us. When you're on your playmat, you swing your arms and I think you might be hitting the hanging toys on purpose. The verdict is still out on that one though. And, your crazy legs! You pump those chubby little legs like you're training for a marathon! This is all very cute until you do it while I'm trying to hold/feed you. Then, my child, I wish you'd just take a chill pill.
You met aunt Annie and cousin Michaela this month. They love you so much. Even though they live far away, I hope you'll have a great relationship with them as you grow. Grandma Janet and Papaw Mike visited too. Everyone was so happy to see you. You really don't care yet, but you will someday.
Your two month appointment went very well. You're chunking up nicely. You weighed in at 13lbs, 12oz-- the 90th percentile, and you were 23.75 inches long-- the 60th percentile. You had to get several shots which ruined your perfect mid-morning mood. I'm sorry it hurt you, Buddy, but it's for your own good. Overall though, your appointment went great and the doctor said you're doing fantastic.
We agree. You're pretty fantastic.
Love,
Mom
[Disclaimer: None of the background music in these videos is intended to be meaningful in any way. When I started looking for songs to put to the slide shows, I realized that David and I don't really listen to precious-baby-slide-show kinda music. These are still songs from bands that we love, but it's slim pickings so I can't also pick particularly meaningful songs. The best I can do is pick songs that don't have f-bombs in them.]
Your second month was full of smiles. You had plenty of sorta-smiles in month one, but on the very first day of your second month, it's like the smile switch was turned on! Our favorite time of the day with you, especially on weekends when we're both home to enjoy it, is mid-morning after you've been changed and have a belly full of milk. You're so smiley and chatty. It's like your whole purpose in life is to make us giggle-- and you succeed every time.
Your awake time has increased significantly this month. Luckily, it's been mostly daytime awake time. Until the last couple days of the month, you were not sleeping much at night-- average of 3 hours at a time, but Dad and I are used to Zombie Mode by now. I hope you keep up the good sleeps and don't go back to the 3-hour schedule.
I started back to work part time this month, which made me treasure every moment with you even more. Dad's been staying home with you when I'm out bringing home the bacon (that's where I tell you I'm going when I leave.) You're going to love bacon one day, Buddy. Everything is better with bacon. You boys have been bonding by baking delicious bread and cake and torturing the animals by locking them in the crate together-- which, I admit was pretty funny. Why won't they just be friends, right? I know. I've been asking that for years.
You've gained a lot more control of your body this month. You're a champion head holder-upper and might be ready for your bumbo seat soon. You turn your head toward our voices and look at us like you just might recognize us. When you're on your playmat, you swing your arms and I think you might be hitting the hanging toys on purpose. The verdict is still out on that one though. And, your crazy legs! You pump those chubby little legs like you're training for a marathon! This is all very cute until you do it while I'm trying to hold/feed you. Then, my child, I wish you'd just take a chill pill.
You met aunt Annie and cousin Michaela this month. They love you so much. Even though they live far away, I hope you'll have a great relationship with them as you grow. Grandma Janet and Papaw Mike visited too. Everyone was so happy to see you. You really don't care yet, but you will someday.
Your two month appointment went very well. You're chunking up nicely. You weighed in at 13lbs, 12oz-- the 90th percentile, and you were 23.75 inches long-- the 60th percentile. You had to get several shots which ruined your perfect mid-morning mood. I'm sorry it hurt you, Buddy, but it's for your own good. Overall though, your appointment went great and the doctor said you're doing fantastic.
We agree. You're pretty fantastic.
Love,
Mom
[Disclaimer: None of the background music in these videos is intended to be meaningful in any way. When I started looking for songs to put to the slide shows, I realized that David and I don't really listen to precious-baby-slide-show kinda music. These are still songs from bands that we love, but it's slim pickings so I can't also pick particularly meaningful songs. The best I can do is pick songs that don't have f-bombs in them.]
25 September 2011
6 Hours
Evan slept for six hours in a row last night. That was after going five hours in a row. Eleven hours, two feedings.
We wanted to get him all settled in before the football game last night so he was fed, bathed and snuggled all before 8:00. He fell asleep on David sometime between 8:30 and 9:00. The game went off and we were amazed that he was still asleep.
He woke up and ate at 12:30 and was back asleep by 12:45. When I woke up at 5:05, I bolted from bed in a panic to make sure he was ok. When I woke up to him squirreling (making the squirrel noise, not the traditional definition) at 6:45, I almost cracked open a bottle of bubbly to celebrate his accomplishment. When I woke David up to help and told him it had been six hours, he was confused, disoriented.
Yep, that's what our life has become. More than three straight hours of sleep and we're panicked, confused and disoriented.
But now we know his secret. He can sleep for six hours straight, he just doesn't typically want to.
And because no one wants to read a baby blog without pictures of the baby...
We wanted to get him all settled in before the football game last night so he was fed, bathed and snuggled all before 8:00. He fell asleep on David sometime between 8:30 and 9:00. The game went off and we were amazed that he was still asleep.
He woke up and ate at 12:30 and was back asleep by 12:45. When I woke up at 5:05, I bolted from bed in a panic to make sure he was ok. When I woke up to him squirreling (making the squirrel noise, not the traditional definition) at 6:45, I almost cracked open a bottle of bubbly to celebrate his accomplishment. When I woke David up to help and told him it had been six hours, he was confused, disoriented.
Yep, that's what our life has become. More than three straight hours of sleep and we're panicked, confused and disoriented.
But now we know his secret. He can sleep for six hours straight, he just doesn't typically want to.
And because no one wants to read a baby blog without pictures of the baby...
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| Evan's favotire sleeping pose: Touchdown! |
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