This is from a few days ago, before Baby Grady got sick. And I just have to warn you that it's ridiculous. So, so cute and silly. As Auntie V pointed out earlier this week, "It's clear that Grady's world hasn't gotten any less hilarious lately." This is true. The world remains really, really funny.
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Showing posts with label Baby H's awesomeness. Show all posts
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Cuter than a baby slow loris
This is from a few days ago, before Baby Grady got sick. And I just have to warn you that it's ridiculous. So, so cute and silly. As Auntie V pointed out earlier this week, "It's clear that Grady's world hasn't gotten any less hilarious lately." This is true. The world remains really, really funny.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Daddy is funny and baby laughs are cute
Well that is just the world's silliest baby, being entertained (off-camera) by the world's silliest daddy. Baby Grady's little laugh just gets me so good. I feel like I'm hearing hints of how sweet his little voice is going to be.
We've since upgraded the swing, to one that can handle our baby's chub-factor, and returned this little guy to its previous owners. Riding in the new swing was almost too much for Baby Grady. Video of that to come later this week. How do you like that for a teaser?
And do you think I could have managed to say "little" a few more times in this silly little post?
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Faces of Grady
And then one day my baby could make all these goofy faces. And it was a hoot.
(I'm late posting this, due to delays associated with making faces at my cute, chunky baby. Sorry to be sharing last week's news...)
Monday, January 2, 2012
Monday, December 26, 2011
One Month
Photo: Baby Grady, one month old, and Bruce de Bruce, Jasper's first and favorite teddy bear (so says Grandma)
According to the calendar, my baby is one month old. He actually turned one month on Christmas Eve, but I was busy being Christmasy and did not take time to update his fans. Bad blogger.
So, one month old. This sounds unbelievable. How can he already be a whole month old when HE JUST GOT HERE? But also, how can this baby have been part of my life for a mere month? I mean really? I feel like we’ve known each other so much longer. All of our routines (which are not yet even routines, but rather constant responses from me to Baby Grady’s tyrannical demands) are so intertwined, it’s hard to imagine how my days were structured and paced before I took every cue from Baby Grady. I mean, I must have been able to get a drink, or a snack, or a dry shirt for goodness sake, just any old time I wanted! Spoiled rotten, I tell you. Thank goodness this baby came along to put me in my place.
Grady has spent the vast majority of his time so far eating, sleeping, and growing more baby. In the past week or two, he has advanced to making eye contact and working out in his baby gym. Other favorite activities include standing and jumping with assistance and demanding that his people walk him about, possibly while also singing to him. But not tummy time. Tummy time is the worst, Grady will have you know. I think he’s smiled for real a few times, but these findings are not yet peer-reviewed.
How much Baby Grady weighs: 11 lbs, 10 oz
Size of Baby Grady’s clothes: mostly 3 month, some 3-6 month... the 0-3 are pretty much a thing of the past, save a few stretchy onesies (for layering, of course)
Number of diapers used so far:280 375 (approximation) (just doing our part to fill those landfills) (we’re going to get going on the cloth soon...)
Number of bottles (of breastmilk) Baby Grady has consumed: one. (He seems totally fine with it, and we wanted to introduce it now, when his eating is well-established but he is not a curmudgeonly older baby so set in his ways that he refuses it. Also, I really wanted a glass of sparkling wine on Christmas Eve, and this allowed me to skip a few hours of feedings to ensure I was not getting my baby drunk. Getting your baby drunk is super-frowned-upon these days.)
Baby Grady’s eye color: still dark blue
Baby Grady’s hair color: brown trending to blond
Baby Grady’s favorite: Josh Ritter and boobs
Baby Grady’s least favorite: the hours of 8:00 pm - 11:00 pm and hiccups
Words in Baby Grady’s vocabulary: just kidding, he’s a month old!
So, one month old. This sounds unbelievable. How can he already be a whole month old when HE JUST GOT HERE? But also, how can this baby have been part of my life for a mere month? I mean really? I feel like we’ve known each other so much longer. All of our routines (which are not yet even routines, but rather constant responses from me to Baby Grady’s tyrannical demands) are so intertwined, it’s hard to imagine how my days were structured and paced before I took every cue from Baby Grady. I mean, I must have been able to get a drink, or a snack, or a dry shirt for goodness sake, just any old time I wanted! Spoiled rotten, I tell you. Thank goodness this baby came along to put me in my place.
Grady has spent the vast majority of his time so far eating, sleeping, and growing more baby. In the past week or two, he has advanced to making eye contact and working out in his baby gym. Other favorite activities include standing and jumping with assistance and demanding that his people walk him about, possibly while also singing to him. But not tummy time. Tummy time is the worst, Grady will have you know. I think he’s smiled for real a few times, but these findings are not yet peer-reviewed.
How much Baby Grady weighs: 11 lbs, 10 oz
Size of Baby Grady’s clothes: mostly 3 month, some 3-6 month... the 0-3 are pretty much a thing of the past, save a few stretchy onesies (for layering, of course)
Number of diapers used so far:
Number of bottles (of breastmilk) Baby Grady has consumed: one. (He seems totally fine with it, and we wanted to introduce it now, when his eating is well-established but he is not a curmudgeonly older baby so set in his ways that he refuses it. Also, I really wanted a glass of sparkling wine on Christmas Eve, and this allowed me to skip a few hours of feedings to ensure I was not getting my baby drunk. Getting your baby drunk is super-frowned-upon these days.)
Baby Grady’s eye color: still dark blue
Baby Grady’s hair color: brown trending to blond
Baby Grady’s favorite: Josh Ritter and boobs
Baby Grady’s least favorite: the hours of 8:00 pm - 11:00 pm and hiccups
Words in Baby Grady’s vocabulary: just kidding, he’s a month old!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Maternity leave report #2
And on the third day, I spent way too much time kicking it at Kaiser, for someone who is not even in labor. First I had my routine prenatal. There my doctor discovered that Baby H’s heart rate was chilling on the low end of normal. Not concerning, but on the low side, and lower than at my last appointment. (This is clearly due to the rigorous workout regimen he has undertaken in utero.) Then she measured my belly to be ever-so-slightly small, which was also normal, because at this late stage of being gigantically pregnant, the baby settles lower into the pelvis to prepare for exit. Thus, the belly tends to lose a little height.
Still, the combination of both perfectly normal factors led her to order some additional testing, just to make sure Baby H hadn’t settled in for exit in a way that was pinching his cord or otherwise causing distress.
So, down I went to the strange exam rooms in the basement, with thoughts of emergency c-sections bouncing around my brain. Apparently my baby’s daddy (having been updated on our adventures) was simultaneously coming to a place of calm acceptance that perhaps we would have an induction that afternoon and that would be fine. And isn’t he so zen with his worry? I had about 45 minutes to kill between “appointments” but that clearly isn’t enough time to do anything, other than call your baby’s daddy so that he can also worry, so after I did that, I ate a granola bar. I figured that no matter what happens, it’s always good to be well-fueled.
Then Wanda showed up to do my test and was horrified that I had been waiting and thought maybe she had overlooked my appointment and why hadn’t anyone called her??!!!???!! I assured her she was right on time, and that my appointment was brand new and it was okay. Then she gave me an ultrasound, which is always fun. Checked in on the fluid level of Baby H’s swimming pool (all good) and noted that he is still a boy.
And then! I was escorted to a lovely pink recliner, where my belly was hooked up to heart rate and contraction monitors and my only task was to lounge and read a junky magazine. As Wanda connected the contraction monitor, she said, “I don’t expect you’re having any contractions, but if you do have one, it will be good to see how the baby responds.” I assured her that I did not seem to be having any contractions.
So I reclined there, listening to Baby H’s heart thump away and watching the bumpy lines crank out of the machine. About 20 minutes later, Wanda returned.
“Did you know you’ve had four or five contractions?”
“Um, there was one thing I thought was maybe a contraction.”
“About five minutes ago? That was the biggest, but you had several others.”
“Oh. I had no idea. I’ll know when I’m in labor, right?”
“Yep. It’ll hurt. I promise.”
Then she reviewed the other bumpy line, and diagnosed Baby H’s heart to be “textbook awesome.” She confirmed that it was pretty much the most beautiful test result she had ever witnessed in all her experience administering such tests. And I thought finally! Someone is acknowledging how exceptional my baby is! Because I was really getting bored with all this “normal” and “fine” nonsense.
Still, the combination of both perfectly normal factors led her to order some additional testing, just to make sure Baby H hadn’t settled in for exit in a way that was pinching his cord or otherwise causing distress.
So, down I went to the strange exam rooms in the basement, with thoughts of emergency c-sections bouncing around my brain. Apparently my baby’s daddy (having been updated on our adventures) was simultaneously coming to a place of calm acceptance that perhaps we would have an induction that afternoon and that would be fine. And isn’t he so zen with his worry? I had about 45 minutes to kill between “appointments” but that clearly isn’t enough time to do anything, other than call your baby’s daddy so that he can also worry, so after I did that, I ate a granola bar. I figured that no matter what happens, it’s always good to be well-fueled.
Then Wanda showed up to do my test and was horrified that I had been waiting and thought maybe she had overlooked my appointment and why hadn’t anyone called her??!!!???!! I assured her she was right on time, and that my appointment was brand new and it was okay. Then she gave me an ultrasound, which is always fun. Checked in on the fluid level of Baby H’s swimming pool (all good) and noted that he is still a boy.
And then! I was escorted to a lovely pink recliner, where my belly was hooked up to heart rate and contraction monitors and my only task was to lounge and read a junky magazine. As Wanda connected the contraction monitor, she said, “I don’t expect you’re having any contractions, but if you do have one, it will be good to see how the baby responds.” I assured her that I did not seem to be having any contractions.
So I reclined there, listening to Baby H’s heart thump away and watching the bumpy lines crank out of the machine. About 20 minutes later, Wanda returned.
“Did you know you’ve had four or five contractions?”
“Um, there was one thing I thought was maybe a contraction.”
“About five minutes ago? That was the biggest, but you had several others.”
“Oh. I had no idea. I’ll know when I’m in labor, right?”
“Yep. It’ll hurt. I promise.”
Then she reviewed the other bumpy line, and diagnosed Baby H’s heart to be “textbook awesome.” She confirmed that it was pretty much the most beautiful test result she had ever witnessed in all her experience administering such tests. And I thought finally! Someone is acknowledging how exceptional my baby is! Because I was really getting bored with all this “normal” and “fine” nonsense.
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