Friday, December 24, 2010

Christmas Eve

We just got finished with our Christmas Eve traditions and I have that nice feeling that only comes from spending time with loved ones during special times of the year.

We are spending this Christmas in Ferron with Ally's parents.  It's nice being here, and Mic and Marilyn are gracious hosts as usual.  We had a nice Christmas Eve dinner and then walked out to look at the lights on Mic's service station.  

One tradition Ally and I have observed each year since we were married is to read Luke 2 after dinner and all the secular preparations are done.  It's a nice way to get into the spirit of the season and remember what we are really celebrating.  It was nice sharing this tradition with our little girl for the first time as well as Ally's parents.

I was reminded of a Christmas memory this evening as I was finishing wrapping presents and putting Ally's stocking together.  The first year Ally and I were married, we woke up Christmas morning to find the Santa had only bothered to fill my stocking.  From the bottom of my heart, I swear the first thought that went through my mind was "why didn't someone remember to do Ally's stocking?"  No joke, not even at that moment did it occur to me that it was now MY responsibility to fill Ally's Christmas stocking.  The thought never crossed my mind leading up to Christmas morning.  It's one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.

Merry Christmas everyone.  I hope Santa finds you all.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Baby's First Christmas

How lucky am I?  We took Blaire to see Santa for the first time.  Magic.  As I handed her to him I thought to myself, "you will remember this moment for the rest of your life".  


The season of Wonder is upon us and I have a beautiful baby girl.  I know she is too small to enjoy it, but I am having the time of my life introducing her to all things Christmas ... lights, smells, snow (well, not exactly, but twice a night at The Grove we can pretend).  







Sunday, November 28, 2010

Thanksgiving

Ally and I shared a lovely Thanksgiving with my parents at our apartment.  My folks made the long drive from Brawley to LA late Wednesday and arrived a little after 8pm.  We didn't do anything on Thursday other than watch football and cook and eat food.  It was GREAT.  Thanks Mom and Dad for making the drive, we had a great day!





Rolling Over

Blaire has been able to roll front to back since she was 2 weeks old (can you say genius?), but last Saturday  she finally broke through and started rolling from her back to her front.  It was a little slow going at first, but by the time Grandma and Grandpa showed up for Thanksgiving on Thursday, it was old hat.


The funny thing is that she has always hated tummy time.  The fact that she can get to her tummy by herself has not changed the fact that she still hates being on her stomach.  As soon as she is placed on her back she rolls right over, then immediately begins to scream because she is on her tummy.  Every time I see it I'm reminded of a quote by Ron Burgundy in the movie Anchorman after he jumps into the Kodiak bear pit at the San Diego Zoo- "I immediately regret this decision!"

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Missing You

We had a fun Halloween.  Ally and I were party poopers and didn't dress up.  Blaire wasn't so lucky.

With Ally on the job, Blaire had no hope of making it through Halloween without the full experience.  I think we bought her costume in August and took her to have pictures in the costume in late September.  Blaire "decided" to be a bat, which is pretty fitting considering her initials are B.A.T.  Ally also purchased a bat trick-or-treat bag with Blaire's name embroidered on it.  She was one festive baby.

Blaire's debut was at the ward trunk-or-treat on Saturday the 30th.  She looked awesome, and was surprisingly well behaved.  I think she was taken in by all the people, sights, and sounds.  On Sunday we decided that we needed to give her a more traditional trick-or-treat experience, so we took her to two houses.  Like most parents of small children, our motives were entirely selfish as we really just wanted the photo ops.  Blaire promptly fell asleep so all we ended up with were pictures of Ally asking people for candy while holding a sleeping baby.  Nice!

On a different note, I flew to Las Vegas for some meetings the week before last.  I left early and my return flight was delayed, so I got home pretty late and didn't see Blaire at all that day.  During the flight home I was reading and before long found myself thinking about Blaire.  It was at that moment I realized I was missing her.  It's the first time I can remember feeling that way since her birth, and it was quite a departure from early on in Blaire's life when I would have an overnight trip and feel guilty because I enjoyed being in a quiet hotel where I could finally get some rest.

I've made it no secret that I didn't immediately take to parenthood.  The first weeks are a lot of work, and I personally didn't feel all that connected to my baby initially.  When you have something that is a ton of work and doesn't exhibit traits that illicit any feelings of endearment, it's difficult to miss that thing when it's not around.

Of course since those first weeks Blaire has done a lot of things to engender tender feelings, and now I find that I feel quite the opposite about her.  I'm obsessed.  I think about her constantly.  While I'm away, I wish I was around, and when I'm around I want to hang out and watch her as she discovers things, and learns how to use her hands, and observes new sights and sounds, and...you get the idea.

My favorite is when she wakes up in the morning.  She just lies in her bed patiently with her eyes open until someone comes to get her.  As soon as I lean down close enough for her to recognize me she tilts her head to the side and gives me the biggest smile her face can handle, and she remains in this euphoric state for about 15min until she is changed and awake enough to realize she's hungry.  I LOVE this time.  Unfortunately, I leave for work too early on the weekdays to take part in the routine.  Just another reason why having a job that requires you to be at work at 6:30 stinks.  (Sometimes I go in late just so I can do the morning thing with Blaire...please don't tell anyone)

Here are some pics.

Heading out to trick or treat

Sleeping bat.

At the trunk-or-treat

It's an upside down bat in case you couldn't tell

I love this B.A.T.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Ahhh Yes...Fall

We finally kicked off our fall this weekend by taking Blaire to a popular pumpkin patch in town called "Mr. Bones" and then to the LA Farmer's Market.  We had fun and Blaire was great (probably why it was so fun).

Why is Fall such a great time of year?  I know I'm not the only one who feels this way, I've heard others express similar sentiment on many occasions.  Obviously the partiality to the season is partly due to the weather.  It's wonderful when the heat of summer ends and a briskness fills the air.  But in some ways spring shares similar climate traits and has the added benefit of being the light at the end of the winter tunnel.  Yet I just don't feel the same way about spring.  After careful (almost no) thought, here's what I've come up with.

The Colors- warm, bright fall colors.  Changing leaves.  What else can you say?

The Holidays- I think our bodies instinctively know that with a change of the weather comes the holiday season.  We get a nice warm up with Halloween (a great holiday unto itself) and then go headlong into Thanksgiving and Christmas.  The food, the family, the spirit...it's awesome.  And fall is the entrĂ©e to it all.

The Sports- football season begins and the baseball playoffs start.  It's great.  Admittedly I'm not much of a basketball fan, so I'm likely a little biased.

Happy Fall!

Mr Bones


Nanny got in on the action.

Nothing says fall like sausage!

Blaire looks pumped.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Laugh Out Loud

As we were driving to a friends house yesterday Blaire apparently thought something about the ride was hilarious.  She's laughed before, just little he-he's, but this was the first time she really had a belly laugh.  Very cute.  Mama cried.

Two weekends ago we went to Utah to bless Blaire and spend some time with our families.  We had a great trip and saw both of our families and many of our friends.  The blessing was a nice affair.  We were pretty overcome by the generosity of our loved ones and are grateful to everyone for coming and sharing the day with Blaire.

For posterity's sake, a quick chronicle of the blessing events:
Ally's uncle Steve Hutchinson said some words and lead Ally and me in a reading.
Ally's sister Melissa read an Irish blessing.
I blessed Blaire along with my father, my brothers, and some close friends.
We had a nice lunch courtesy of my parents who carted 25lbs of carne asada from Brawley, and all the hands who helped in preparation.

On Sunday following the blessing we drove up to Bear Lake along with Allyson's family to spend a few days of vacation.  Bear Lake is beautiful this time of year, but very dead as the summer tourist season is over.  It was very low key which is exactly what I was looking for.  We had fun, collected some shells, went swimming, and ate some chocolate covered raspberries.

Overall it was a great trip.  Blaire traveled well and we loved seeing everyone.

Dad helping in the kitchen.  Very masculine Dad.

Blaire and aunt Torry

We visited the site where it all began.  "Utah State hey Aggies all the way!"

Saturday, September 11, 2010

New York

I had business in NY last week, so I got to spend a couple of days in the city.  It's the first time I've been back since Ally and I lived there in 07.  I had forgotten how much I love that place.  The differences between NY and LA are stark, which I knew, but this was the most apparent it's ever been to me, probably because up until the last three years I hadn't really spent a lot of time in LA.  But now that I've put man hours in each place, I'm beginning to understand why Biggie and Tupac were at odds.

For one thing, people in NY are a lot nicer than folks in LA (I know, I'm painting with pretty broad strokes here).  I've long thought New Yorkers have a bad rap when it comes to friendliness.  Perhaps it's because they live right on top of each other and are forced to interact so much while walking on the streets, riding in the subway, etc.  All I know is that my experience has always been that New Yorkers will readily engage you and are generally helpful when needed.  I've made quite a few friends while riding the subway, and even exchanged phone numbers with a guy last week who wanted me to give him a call next time I'm in town.

LA I think suffers from the opposite problem.  People never having to interact while out of the home.  No one walks anywhere, yards are small and neighborhoods are crowded so you rarely see neighbors out in the yard playing with kids or chatting with the guy next door.  I think people sit in traffic all day and just want to go into their homes at day end and not be bothered.

Another contrast is the general style of the two cities.  In NY people are very individualistic, but stylish non the less.  There is an ease to the look of those in the city- shoes are warn from walking, and clothes looked lived in.  In LA, whether Angeleno's want to believe it or not, the look is very homogeneous, especially among women.  Very immaculate, very expensive, often synthetic, and usually overdone.  I don't know that one is better than the other, just different (though I prefer the latter to the former).

That all said, LA has way better weather, and I think the opportunity for a better lifestyle is here in La La Land.  Still, it was great to be back for a few days.  Love that NY!

Grond Zero.  Can't believe it's been nine years today
Out old apt- 100 John St.
The old Lehman building, now Barclays blue.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

8 Weeks

Parenthood is a funny thing.  It starts with the honeymoon called pregnancy.  Nine months of dreaming and fantasizing about how great your child will be and how you'll spend countless hours watching her sleep and cuddling her, dressing her up in cute outfits and taking tons of pictures.

Then there is the actual child birth which is even more incredible than you imagined, but... you now have a baby to care for.

No one tells you that initially it feels like the baby's not yours.  That you feel like you're just tending a niece and in a couple of weeks your life will go back to normal and you'll be able to do all the fun things you used to.  That your baby will cry and cry until you get frustrated with her, causing you to get angry with yourself because you're getting frustrated with a baby who can't  help herself.

Suddenly she starts making eye contact with you, perhaps even giving the occasional real smile, spending awake time content.  Your previous indifference begins to turn into like, and before long you find yourself thinking of her while you're at work, anxious to get home to hang out with her.  Soon you realize you really do have the coolest baby ever.

A few of my favorite Blaire-isms so far...

Blaire Bear- not only does "bear" conveniently rhyme with Blaire's name, but it also aptly describes the creature hiding deep within my baby.  When she is waking, she growls and snarls much like how I imagine a bear does when it emerges from hibernation.  WARNING: DON'T WAKE THE SLEEPING BEAR!

Baby One Sock- Blaire CAN NOT keep two socks on her feet.  The fact that socks don't stay on the feet of a wiggling baby is not that surprising to me, what I don't understand is why only one foot?  Never both on, never both off- always baby one sock.  (It also happens with her hands and mittens)

The Cappuccino maker- lets just say that sometimes her south end bubbles and fizzes like a popular drink maker.

The Woodpecker- when we hold her chest to chest, Blaire likes to explore for food by "pecking" at the chest of whomever is holding her.  Actually very annoying, but still cute (until someone gets a fat lip)

Lot's of others, but I won't bore you.

The Bear is waking.  I call this the "stink eye"
Baby One Sock strikes again
Blaire Hefner lounging in her robe


Saturday, August 14, 2010

What Else? Blaire.

So we are five weeks into this thing now (parenthood) and mostly Ally and I love everything about it, but...

Blaire has entered into this new phase where she likes to have some awake time during the day, which I'm all for except that she doesn't seem to spend much of that awake time being content.  When I'm holding her she just squirms as though she's not comfortable.  When I lay her down she cries.  The swing consoles her for approximately 90 seconds, and my go to move of bouncing on the exercise ball has begun to fail me.  I feel like Goldmember did about Austin Powers- "So Miss Blaire, there is no pleasing you."

I find myself fighting these awful thoughts of wanting Blaire to hurry and grow up, just a little, so that she can spend more time with us awake, but happy awake.  But of course we don't want these moments to pass too quickly.  Oh, the mental battles of parenthood...
She hates tummy time.
What you lookin at?

Go Dojers!

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt, Uncle, Great Uncle. Blaire's Big Week.

Big week for Blaire.  She met her other grandparents as well as an aunt, uncle, and great uncle.

Ally's sister and her sisters husband came out to see us last weekend.  It was really great seeing them and I know Ally appreciated having her sister around for a few days, plus Melissa made us dinner a couple of nights (thanks Melissa).  As an added bonus, they stayed at the W hotel in Westwood which meant baby's first pool party.  Blaire is going to have the wrong idea about life outside the womb...well maybe the right idea about life in LA. 



My parents were in Fremont this week helping with some things in my brothers family and decided to make a slight detour on the way home to come see us.  It was great seeing them and Blaire loved meeting her grandparents!  


As an added bonus, Blaire also met her great uncle Phil.


Thanks to everyone for stopping by and for your generosity.


Thursday, July 22, 2010

First Doctors Visit- 2 Weeks

Blaire saw Dr. Efron today for her two week check-up.  She did well.  She weighed in at 8lbs 3oz which is about 12oz above her birth weight.  Dr. Efron wants us to give her a little tummy time each day to develop her neck muscles and also to keep her from getting a flat head.

Also, the doctor had her on her stomach during the examination and was commenting on how good her head control is already.  Then she decided to go ahead and roll over.  Dr. Efron says it's usually a three month trick, so of course Ally and I are convinced she is a genius.

Weenie Houdini

Blaire is beginning to show her talents.  She is an escape artist.

When we put our Weenie Houdini down to rest, we always swaddle her.  It takes her approximately 2 seconds to get out of it no matter how tight we wrap her.  Someone gave us a swaddle that velcros, literally like a little baby straight jacket.  We've only used it once and seconds after getting her all velcroed in we heard the sound of velcro being ripped off, and sure enough...Houdini was out.  She also makes quick work of socks and mittens.

Our own weenie Houdini.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Funny Story

I guess I'll be one of those parents who thinks everything their baby does is the cutest, funniest thing in the world...

While we were in the hospital, the nurses kept telling us "when the baby sleeps, you sleep."  So having never been one to challenge authority, I was taking a nap yesterday afternoon while Blaire slept.  I was awakened suddenly by the shrieking of my wife and mother-in-law in the other room, followed by instructions from my wife that I get in there immediately.

As a new parent I find that my mind often conjures up all kinds of outrageous, highly unlikely, worst-case scenarios that might happen to my baby- when I lay her on the bed for a diaper change she's going to fall the moment I reach for a diaper,  I will somehow suffocate her as I try to burp her, she is suddenly going to come down with a here-to-for unknown illness, an ill intentioned person will somehow make off with her- the list goes on.

So of course when I heard the aforementioned screams, I leapt out of bed expecting the worst.  What I found instead was my wife holding a clean diaper in her right had, Blaire's legs in her left, and a stream of an easily identified substance making its way from Blaire's raised, uncovered tush across the couch and down the length of Ally's knee to ankle.  And we're not talking about #1.  Hilarious I say, hilarious.


Practicing her moves for the paparazzi

Baby Pilates

Sleeping like, well, a baby





Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Home, Finally

We all thankfully came home from the hospital yesterday afternoon.  Aside from meaning that everything was a-ok with Mom and Baby, home also meant that we no longer were confined to the four walls that made up our cell, err, room.  It's not that we didn't have phenomenal care at Cedars, to the contrary, we were blown away with all our doctors, nurses, support staff etc.  We had a great experience.  If you ever get the chance to have a baby at Cedars Sinai, take it, you won't regret it.

No, the problem was not the care, but the length of time spent at the hospital.  By the time we left our captivity we had been at the hospital for almost six days, three of which Ally was bed-ridden and to some degree drugged up.  It was a lot of trying to learn to care for a baby, crash course style, and not much sleep, all within the confines of our small room.  The sleepless nights weren't even entirely Blaire's fault, she actually slept pretty well, only waking up to eat, and then she would crash for another three hours.  Due to the potential risks to Ally, we had nurses in every 30min, checking IV's, administering blood tests/medication, taking blood pressure, etc.  It was all just very exhausting.

And then we got home.  Last night was pretty rough.  Blaire's little schedule is still just backward (night is day), and the older she gets, the more she expresses her will.  So while at the beginning she just slept whenever she wasn't eating, she now has decided to be awake and fuss when the grown-ups want to sleep.  Still, we are very happy to be home.  It is just great being in our own place, with our own stuff, and the opportunity to get into our own routine.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Friday, July 9, 2010

Welcome To Our World

Our daughter was born yesterday!  Our two just became three.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Baby Dresser

Ally and I decided it would be cool to try and find a "vintage" piece of furniture for the baby's dresser.  So one Saturday afternoon several weeks ago, we set out with plans to visit several thrift shops and goodwill stores in the area in hopes of finding something cool.  At our first stop, a goodwill on Santa Monica Blvd, we found what we deemed to be the perfect piece for baby's room.  A three drawer chest made by a local hollywood furniture company in the 1950's or 60's.  It was well made, the appropriate size, and had the right lines and look.  The only problem was that it was in pretty bad shape, err I mean, really bad shape.  Much worse than I would ideally want to work with.  It was missing entire pieces of the old veneer, had large dings in the wood, and someone had tried to glue something to the top at one point, leaving some pretty ugly scars.  But we decided that for $20 we'd give restoration a try.

It's a funny thing when you sit at a desk 60-70 hours a week and live in an apartment.  You find very little opportunity to do any manual labor.  Things like working in the yard, etc.  Ally thinks I'm crazy, but the thing I miss most about having a house is the opportunity to do some yard work or a home repair now and again.  I'm probably in the minority on this, but I find it incredibly relaxing to disengage my brain and work with my hands, and even more fulfilling when I get to engage my brain (a little) for a little physical labor.  Don't misunderstand, I didn't break much of a sweat, nor did it take much mental exertion to sand, pick some colors, and paint.  This really was a pretty simple task, but it was just what the doctor ordered.

The dresser did turn out to be more work than I initially thought due to the aforementioned defects.  I think if I had to do it again I would get something with a little less "character" to begin with.  But we are both pretty happy with the result and it fits in nicely to our nursery.  Before and after pictures below.






Saturday, July 3, 2010

Things I Think I Think

Bill Simmons, a columnist for ESPN sometimes includes in his writings a segment entitled "Things I Think I Think."  With a baby on the way I find that I think about a lot of stuff.  Politics, religion, economics- stuff I've thought about before, only now I think about everything in terms of how it will affect my future child.  The thing is, having never had a child before, I have no idea how anything will affect my (hopefully) soon to be born baby.  So I guess these are things I think I think.

1) Having posterity must be worth all the trouble or else the population would be rapidly shrinking.  Getting pregnant wasn't all that easy, and while Ally has had a pretty great pregnancy as pregnancies go, pregnancy hasn't been all that easy either...especially lately.  Preparing for baby takes up most of our free time, and the cost is well, ridiculous.  And I haven't even entered the hard phase of this whole child rearing thing.  Yikes!  I find a great deal of relief in the fact that despite all the trouble that comes along with baby, humankind is still having them.  There must be something to it.

2) Doctors are inhibited from providing the best medical care possible because they are forced to act in a way that minimizes law suits.  We love, and have faith in, all the doctors involved in our child's birth thus far.  That said, it becomes more and more apparent that so much of what they do and say is driven by how they can best avoid getting sued.  For example, we found out this week that our baby is, how you say, big for his or her age.  Ally's doctor is concerned that if the child now goes full term it will potentially be too large to deliver the traditional way.  Of course in my mind this meant we should have a discussion about what the alternatives/risks are with induction (which we would like to avoid), because I assumed there must be benefits to induction over a probable C-section.  Turns out they won't induce unless we have an amnio first to test for lung development.  Not an unreasonable precaution, but I was still a little surprised.  And then as we were discussing the potential of a C-section, she said that she will usually let patients labor for 3-4 hours past the point where she realizes they will have to have a C-section before mentioning it as an option because she feels like she has to prove she did everything possible to deliver the baby traditionally.  She said "I have to cover myself."  Lame.

3) My wife knows exactly the moment after I've sat down when I become comfortable.  It's at exactly this moment when she will ask me to get up and do something for her -i.e. get her a drink, bring her the phone, etc.  Let me be very clear, I AM NOT COMPLAINING.  I wouldn't want to keep getting up and down either if I was carrying around an entire person, plus the the water it's marinating in.  Rather, I'm just making an observation at when the requests come.

In the evening I do the dishes.  It's always been this way at our house, and now that Ally's pregnant, I especially try to do the chores that require a lot of standing.  It takes me 10-15 min to clean up after a typical meal (it's still just the two of us after all), after which I'll come in an join Ally in front of the TV to watch our usual mindless dribble.  Mind you, I've just come from the kitchen where cups and water abound, but it's not until I've sat down in the living room and found a comfortable position that she decides she needs a glass of water.  It's like that scene in "A Christmas Story" where every time the mother gets a bite of food near her mouth, someone asks her for something.  Again, I really don't mind, just an observation.  (as an aside, as I wrote this paragraph, I was sent to the kitchen to get a book, and asked to fetch pillows on two separate occasions)

4) When you're a parent (or preparing to become one), it is ridiculous on some level that you begin to have conversations about children's items the way you used to have conversations about cars.  Yesterday I was in Beverly Hills, and up the street on the next block was parked a Bugatti.  I couldn't see any decals, and only saw it from behind, but I knew exactly what it was the second I spotted it.  I can now do the same thing with strollers and car seats when I see them out and about.  Six months ago I couldn't even name three baby brands, let alone know which brand made which item.  Now I find myself taking the opportunity to talk strollers with any guy pushing one.  Perfectly ridiculous, I say.

5) I'm going to have to review my movie, book, and magazine collections.  I don't believe I have anything inappropriate in my house, really.  That said, there are definitely some things I'd rather not have my kid exposed to in his or her youth...or maybe ever.  Perhaps that means I do have inappropriate stuff in my house?  If I wouldn't want my child exposed to them, should I be exposed?  Funny how kids make you look at things differently.


That's it for now.  Looking forward to the 4th.  Fireworks with some friends and a BBQ.  Hope everyone has a safe and fun holiday.  Think labor inducing thoughts.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Saturday is a Special Day

It's the day we waste doing all the stuff we couldn't do during the week.

It's been a busy week.  I don't think I made it home before 8:30 or 9pm on any night.  Monday we went to  the worlds worst baby class, breast feeding.  It started with a discussion of how the breast produces milk (helpful), why breast feeding is so beneficial to a child's development (good to know), the various positions and techniques for optimal results (very useful).  Then we progressed (or digressed) into video of slobbering babies and lactating nipples (disgusting).  I'll never look at a breast the same way again.  I'm pretty sure my favorite part of the night was when the instructor projected a picture of what a messy diaper should look like when a baby is breast feeding properly.  If it wasn't enough to have a six foot poop-filled diaper glowing in the screen at center stage, she left it up there for what felt like ten minutes.  I'm beginning to wonder if some of the instructors for these baby classes are looking for fewer hours, and so are trying to discourage reproduction.

The rest of the week went as follows- Tuesday was a work dinner, Wednesday night church stuff, Thursday I flew to Vegas for two days of meetings, arriving home about 8:30 on Friday.  So like most weeks for most people, Saturday becomes nothing more than a day to catch up on all the stuff that couldn't be done during the week.  I'm not complaining, I still love Saturdays.  It's still the one day where a person can in theory blow off anything that "needs" to be done and just do what one wants.

We started our day by going to the beach so I could run and Ally could get a walk in.  This is still one of my favorite parts about living in LA.  The ocean is so refreshing in the morning, and none of the rif-raff has yet arrived for a day at the beach.  And we always end our workouts with a stop at the farmers market for a fresh squeezed orange juice and a freshly made croissant.  Maybe the traffic is worth it...

I spent most of the rest of the day working on a dresser I'm restoring for the baby's room.  We found it at a thrift store and thought it was cool, so I figured I'd take a shot at freshening it up.  It's more beat up than I would like ideally, but hopefully it will turn out.  I'll post some before-and-after photos when I'm done.

Looking forward to this baby.  Three weeks to go.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Moving Faster Now...

Time that is.  The baby was 33 weeks last Monday and it feels like the weeks just keep passing faster and faster.  I wouldn't mind as much if we were a little more prepared.  We don't have a crib yet (though we've ordered one which will hopefully be here in the next week or two) or a bed for our doula (Ally's mom) once the baby comes.  We still need a dresser for baby's room as well, but I'm less concerned about that in the near term.  We do have a car seat, stroller, onesies, and diapers, so worst case I think we could bring a baby home and get by.

We went in for our regular check-up today with Dr. Aliabadi.  Situation normal, not much to report.  Baby seems happy and healthy.  Baby moves a lot now which is fun, at least for me... it makes me feel a little more involved.  Ally and I spend our time reading books in preparation for the arrival.  We also just finished a four week birthing class at Cedars Sinai last week.  I feel like I have a better understanding of what may happen, but still feel woefully unprepared and remain a little scared to take care of a baby.  Oh well, baby is coming either way.

Soooo much fun to have a little one on the way.  I know a rude awakening awaits when baby is external mothers belly, but for now we can't wait to meet our baby.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Baby Shower and Almost 29 weeks,

Last Monday was our 28 week mark and we had an appointment to see Dr. Aliabadi for our regular check-up.  The check-up was very normal- 45 min in the waiting room and 10 min with the doctor.  Everything was very routine so nothing really to report from that encounter.

We can really feel the little person wiggle a lot now as well as see Ally's belly move.  It's a little like whale watching though, meaning once you are looking at it or feeling for it, it stops moving.  Ally will feel it, tell me to look/feel, and then nothing will happen until I look away/move my hand.  I'm beginning to think our little bundle of joy doesn't like me.

We are in Saratoga Springs this weekend staying with Ally's sister and her family.  I came in for some work meetings earlier in the week and Ally joined me late Thursday night.  The real reason for the trip is that Ally's sister threw her a baby shower at her home.  I think it was a success, though I didn't hang around for the festivities.  I left with Jacob and his boys, as well as Adam (Ally's brother-in-law) and his kids to eat and then swim at the hot springs in Saratoga.  We had a good time and it appeared the ladies did as well.

I was able to spend a few minutes with some of the family I don't see too often which was cool, and it looks like we made off with some cool swag.  Bottles, lotion, blankets, gift cards, clothing.  Melissa (Ally's sister) bought a bunch of plain white onesies and clothing markers so that anyone who attended the shower could create an original design for baby Thompson.  We ended up with some very cool couture baby clothing that I'm sure will be all the rage this summer.  Thanks again to all who came and were so generous.  We hope to see you all again soon.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Growing...

The baby will be 26 weeks on Monday and it feels like things are picking up.  Fourteen weeks suddenly doesn't feel like all that long, but that's what we have left.

Ally continues to feel well, which is great.  We had a doctors appointment last Monday for a regular check up.  We heard the baby's heartbeat which is always cool and Ally had her blood taken to check for gestational diabetes (everything normal).  (A quick word about hearing baby's heartbeats.  Is there anything cooler than hearing that sound?  I know I'm not the first one to have this thought, but the first time I heard the sound of our baby's heart, mine melt.  Of course I still like to hear it from time to time as it provides that reassurance that everything is OK.)

Fun story.  Ally has a baby shower coming up so we went into Baby's R Us to register for the event.  They handed us a little scanner and set us loose to pick out the items we needed.  IT WAS AWFUL!!  It turns out that if you've never had a child, you have know idea what is necessary to care for one.  On the surface is seem easy, right?  A crib, a stroller, some bottles and diapers, and perhaps a swing or bouncer.  What I didn't realize is that there are 1000000000 types of each item, and when you've never had to think about baby gear, you have no idea what brands/design/etc are best.  We scanned one item, Ally cried, and we left...like I said, awful.  We've been busy doing research since, and will be better prepared next time.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Baby Update

I guess I have forgotten the purpose of a blog...to post relevant updates in Ally's and my life.  Usually I wouldn't think there is much worth reporting, however, it turns out I have a baby on the way.  If only for the benefit of my future child, I should probably be a little more diligent.

23 Weeks- Things are progressing nicely.  Ally hasn't been sick at all through the pregnancy, which I think both of us have appreciated.  The downside is that it's made it that much more unreal for me since it has been more or less business as usual for me...at least until our 20 week ultrasound.  I was much more into that ten or so minutes that I thought I would be.  Very cool.  Seeing the little head, complete with both hemispheres of the brain.  The heart with the four chambers.  Hands, feet, kidneys, pelvis, femur- it was all so very exiting.  For those who don't know, we aren't finding out the gender until birth, so that was not part of the show, however, it didn't detract from the event at all.

The process of childbirth is truely amazing.  It's the most scary thing I have ever been excited for.  Can't wait until July.

Enjoy some pics for the U.S.

















Sunday, February 28, 2010

Vacation Tsunami

Well, we arrived home from our vacation in Maui last night (early this morning really).  We had an incredible week, just lounging by the pool and on the beach, exploring the island, taking long drives (Road to Hana), and whale watching.  Yesterday was to be our last day on the island, and our plan was to wake early, go for a long walk on the beach, do a little snorkeling, and perhaps lay by the pool for a few minutes before heading to the airport.  Of that list, the only thing we accomplished was to wake up early...

We arose to the sound of warning sirens at 6am, followed by our hotel announcing over the loud speaker that the state of Hawaii had issued an official Tsunami warning as a result of the earthquake in Chile.  Parts of the island were under mandatory evacuation, with all coastal areas considered dangerous (in the zone) with evacuation recommended.  Our resort was about 50 yards from the beach and in one of the high risk areas but not under mandatory evacuation.

We turned on the news to find the island on high alert with all occupants being recommended they get food and water for 5-7 days.  It was at this moment that Ally and I realized we were in a bit of a situation.  Since this was our last day any supplies we bought would have to be left behind in the event flights were able to leave Maui.  However, if we didn't get any supplies and giant waves flooded the island, we would be stuck without any food or water.  I decided to get up and at least acquire a supply of water and some high protein, easily packable foods, as well as fill the car with gas and hit the ATM in case we lost power on the island.

By the time I arrived at the store at 6:30am, it was already crawling with people and most of the water was gone.  I was able to purchased enough water for about 3 days for Ally and myself (I figured there were worse things than leaving $5 or $6 worth of water behind in the event our flight did leave that day) as well as some protein bars and apples.  Next, I headed for the gas station, prepared to wait in the long lines like those the news was showing in Honolulu, only to be pleasantly surprised that I only needed to wait for a car or two.  (I am glad we were on Maui as it is fairly lightly populated compared to Oahu)

By the time I arrived back at the resort, Ally had the room packed and ready to go.  We decided that while our hotel was not being evacuated we should still get on the road and make our way to Kahului (town with the airport), which proved to be a good idea as they planned to close the only road in and out at 10am that morning.  We arrived at the airport around 9am and decided we would check our large bag, but keep a smaller carry-on with a change of clothes and some toiletries in case we were forced to stay.  Then we headed for higher ground.  We drove inland and upward a few miles to find the roads lined with the cars of others who where either evacuated or taking precautions, so we pulled off and joined them.  There was a lovely view of both the northern and southern coastlines, so we decided to make camp and enjoy the potential show.

As you know by now, it all turned out to be much ado about nothing.  We sat for about 2 hours on the side of the road -about an hour previous to the time the waves were supposed to arrive, and about an hour afterward.  The waves were scheduled to hit around 11:25am in Maui.  We watched and listened to the radio as the time approached, arrived, and passed without event (some locals called in and joked that the waves were on Hawaii time). About an hour after the alleged arrival time we decided the real danger had passed and headed back to town only to find that the road to the airport was closed and entry blocked by police.  The airport however, was NOT closed, only access to the airport, meaning that flights were still leaving as planned.  The road remained blocked until about 2pm, and since our flight was at 1:45, we missed our plane (along with everyone else).  We ended up waiting in a nearby store parking lot with a whole bunch of other tourists until the road reopened and we all made a mad dash to get in line to rebook flights.  It was like trying to leave a Dodgers game.

No more boring details.  We finally got a flight and made it back to LA around 12:30am this morning.  We survived the tsunami of 2010!!

Below are some pictures of the more fun parts of the week.

First night on Maui
















Molokini- partially submerged crater about 2.5mi off the coast.  We took a boat out to snorkel inside the crater.  Very cool.
















Black sand beach- on the road to Hana















Luau















Our last sunset on Maui