Grandparents, Birthdays, and Springtime… Oh, My!

I know I have been terrible at posting lately, but we have been so busy! This is what we have been up to. I apologize for the lack of text, but I know what you really came here for… the pictures!

First, my mom (Grandma to Milo) visited for the day last Wednesday. We enjoyed spending the day together, meeting Andrew for lunch in Fells Point, and enjoying the sunny weather by the water. We miss her already!
The following day, we made the trip back to San Antonio to visit with Bub, Gram, and Aunt Andrea for her sixteenth birthday party. Although it was overcast or rainy for the majority of our trip, it was warm enough to get us ready for spring! Milo was fantastic on the plane rides to and from our destination once again, and we enjoyed hanging out with family, though it just wasn’t the same without Ryan, Kristin, Lizzy, and Ava.

We were also able to engage in a few photo shoots:

Here is Milo (sitting up on his own- a new skill) in Gram and Bub’s lush Texas garden:
And discovering his first flower:
Taking a walk down to the Guadalupe River with Dad:
Swinging from the trees with dad… and yes, I almost had a heart attack when this occurred. It’s amazing they let just anyone take home a baby to raise… I guess natural selection will take care of this, unfortunately not in our favor.The big event, Andrea’s Big Sweet Sixteen Celebration, complete with ice sculpture and DJ:
Getting “Booped” by cousin Reina:

And a little kiss:
Yesterday, we enjoyed lunch with Andrew’s cousins Keelan and Lauren, Keelan’s husband Mark, and their baby Pierce at the Grist Mill, overlooking the river. I, for one, was amazed at how much food that little boy could pack away! I’m hoping Milo will take a cue from Pierce in this area.

After lunch, we took advantage of the opportunity to plop all three down in the grass together. This is the only picture that includes Reina sitting (the grass was a little wet… no place for the Queen):But Milo didn’t seem to mind a wet bottom.
And neither did Pierce:
Some down time in Bub’s family room (I know, not the most exciting photo, but I’m so excited that the Bum is sitting up on his own so well!):
After a long journey home, we arrived to 75 degree, sunny weather in Baltimore, flowering trees, and an all-around beautiful spring day! Our shrubs had even bloomed while we were gone. It was such a nice welcome home!

So our next “journey” is Baby Bootcamp in the form of sleep training. As we have been traveling so much this month, Milo’s sleep situation has not improved. But now that we (at least Milo and I) will be home for the next month, I am digging my heals in. Milo is pretty good at this skill (stubbornness, not sleeping), so I have a feeling we are in for a long week! Oh, well. Baby steps…


The *Real* Young Bum

Not to cast a shadow over Lauren’s post, but I can’t resist. I have discovered the real young bum.

Here are a few choice facts about Young Bum:

1. He is a professor at Harvard Medical School
2. He has a PhD in Molecular Physiology

and…my favorite fun fact:

3. He specializes in obesity

You can find more information about the authentic Young Bum here.

Texas, Take 1

Well, you should all be happy to know that Andrew did not have to pressure wash Milo after all. He was an absolute angel on the plane ride there, and really for the entire trip he was the perfect baby (aside from sleeping difficulties, but who can blame him, he was not in his element). Ryan awarded the Bum with “The Best Behaved Child” award for the trip, and Milo managed to charm his Bub and Gram, as well as his Great Nana. I took too many pictures to count. Here are some of the more interesting ones.

Milo’s first plane ride. He enjoyed looking out the window.
First time meeting Bub:
Reunited with Cousin Lizzy at last… the toughest pirate on the South Seas, Arrrr:Tipping the scales with Cousin Reina. Aunt Annie says they cancel each other out. I say something is fishy when your 6-month-old weighs literally the exact same amount as his 15-month old cousin:Wait, did I say “fishy?”

Looking outside with Cousin Reina. Milo doesn’t see many cats back home:
Enjoying the hot tub at a baby-friendly temperature:
Milo and Reina in new swimsuits… so cute!
Photo shoot with the cousins (before Ava crawled away, Milo started screaming, and Reina slid off the couch):

We had a very nice time, although it was an emotional trip, as Andrew’s dad is very sick. We didn’t want to leave, and wish we lived closer to be there at a moment’s notice. We will be going down to visit again at the end of the month for Andrew’s sister Andrea’s sixteenth birthday celebration. Please keep Andrew’s father in your thoughts and prayers. He is an important part of our lives and family is everything to us.

On a lighter note, Lizzy taught me 6 very important things this trip.

#1. If you need to make going to the bathroom fun, all you have to say is “Arrrr” like a pirate when it’s time to push.

#2. Throwing rocks into the river is more fun than just sittin’ around.

#3. Cheeto’s are an important part of any balanced meal.

#4. You can never hold “the Bum” too many times, nor can you take too many pictures of Lizzy holding “the Bum.”

#5. Milo doesn’t have a penis, he has a TAIL. In the front. (I learned this during a diaper change where Lizzy was eager to help).

And finally, #6. Everything is more fun when you’re not wearing clothes:

Response to "Anonymous"

I recently received an anonymous comment on my last post that I would like to address. First of all, I brought this on myself by inviting any tips or advice, so if I blame anyone, I blame myself. But I do feel that I need to respond to this comment.

Dear “Anonymous,”
I respect your opinion and thank you for your input. I have read all the attachment parenting literature, as I attended Bradley classes in preparation for my natural childbirth. I have also read countless other sources on parenting theories and ideologies. I respect women’s choice to co-sleep, breastfeed for as long as they feel is right for all involved, etc., etc. I also feel that this is not feasible or desirable for every family or every situation.
To respond to your claims regarding nutrition, my son is 6 months old and weighs 20 pounds. He is not lacking nutrition, and is not constantly hungry like a newborn anymore. In fact, he is much happier and throws up a lot less often if his meals are spaced out a bit.
In response to my baby being “all alone in a cold dark room” screaming, I’ll inform you that Milo sleeps in a crib right next to our bed, and has done so since he was born. I assure you that the temperature in our room is just right, and darkness is the “NATURAL” way that we sleep in our house at nighttime, as the sun has gone down.
As for our country having one of the highest infant mortality rates of other developed countries, I am aware. It is a shame and needs to change. I do not see the connection between infant mortality and crying at night, but perhaps I missed that study. What I do see is a country with a huge variation between the highest socioeconomic status and the lowest (unlike, say, Sweden). We are a developed nation that varies in this sense more than most other developed countries. Also, I see a nation that is able to intervene in premature births, save drug-addicted infants, and be a part of cases in which infants would not otherwise survive. What I am trying to say is there are many factors that could contribute to a comparatively high infant mortality rate, and I would be careful in trying to attribute sleeping in a crib instead of a bed with mom and dad to a substantial portion of those infants who die every year.
In response to “turning off [my] internal cues” regarding my baby, I am doing no such thing. I respond to my baby’s cries with empathy, by letting him know I am there, by touching him or using my voice. Oftentimes that is enough for him to go back to sleep. Other times, he will cry out once, and go right back to sleep on his own. Last night was a rough night, but even in all my venting, I feel that Milo is making progress.
One thing you failed to address in your comment was how I am sleeping. If you had, you would know the following: I do not sleep when my baby is in bed with me. He sleeps great! My husband and our dog sleep great too! But guess who takes care of Milo during the daytime hours? I do, and those days after a literally sleepless night worrying that one of us might roll over onto our baby, or awakening to every little tiny sound that he makes when he is asleep, I am not a good parent. I am exhausted, cranky, and nasty. I get migraines and argue with my husband. On no sleep, I am a less stimulating parent. I don’t feel like dancing around the house with Milo on my hip, singing to him and making him giggle. I don’t think I am as vigilant of a parent when I am that exhausted, either, which is just downright dangerous. For those parents who can sleep well with their babies in bed with them, kudos. I am not one of them, and I don’t think that makes me a bad parent.

I just put Milo down for a nap upstairs in his crib. He had been rubbing his eyes and looking pretty sleepy. I pulled a blanket up to his waist, tucked him in nice and tight, and gave him a kiss on his forehead. I then walked out of the room and came downstairs to write this post. Milo happily put himself to sleep in a couple of minutes (he babbled himself to sleep rather than crying, because we are teaching him that when he is in his crib, he is supposed to go to sleep, but we are nearby if he needs us). As a parent, I believe that as our babies get older, it is our responsibility to teach them many skills, including how to soothe themselves to sleep.

As for being thankful that my baby is healthy and happy, I am. And he may prove me wrong someday, but I have a pretty good feeling that my “backwards parenting” is helping Milo become the happy, smiley, social baby that he is. I believe in balance, not extremes, and I believe that each family should decide what is right for their family.

One Step Forward…

… two steps back?
Okay. I’m starting to think this blogger thing is cursed. It seems that whenever I post some new accomplishment of Milo’s, he regresses right afterward. Case in point, sleeping.

The past two nights, Milo has been waking up in his old style; every hour to two hours. I was literally in tears last night, about to throw The Sleep Lady’s book against the wall. I’m doing everything that bleeping book says to do, and still I have a baby who insists on screaming every couple of hours for at least 15 minutes! And now we’re up at 6am but he seems irritable and tired. Like me. Help! I’m not expecting my 6-month-old to sleep through the night, but come on. This is a bit much, and I’m back to being exhausted. And I’m worried that our neighbors are literally going to come over here and kill us at any moment. Any tips or ideas would be much appreciated.

On a happier note, yesterday was a blast. We hiked around Loch Raven Reservoir with Mary and Ben, then hung out at Mary’s house and had a cup of tea afterward. Milo crapped himself so badly on the way there that we had to borrow an entire outfit from Ben! Nice. Other than that, we had a great time. I have never seen Milo respond to another baby the way he does to Ben. He “talks” to him, squealing and blowing spit bubbles, and watches his every move, especially since Ben is newly mobile… fascinating for Milo. I think we have a potential best buddy here! And the good news for me is that I have a great friend to share the wonders and trials of motherhood with, which is a Godsend right now, if you couldn’t tell.

Here are some pictures of our little buddies:


They ended up holding hands for a couple of seconds after this last photo… so cute! Maybe some of Ben’s amazing sleep habits will rub off on Milo. I’m hoping for a miracle here!