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!"
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.
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.
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| Heading out to trick or treat |
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| Sleeping bat. |
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| At the trunk-or-treat |
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| It's an upside down bat in case you couldn't tell |
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| I love this B.A.T. |
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