Archive for March, 2008
traveling with baby: kauai, days three and four
Wow, I must be really sleep deprived. I just noticed that I capitalized the last two entries. Hello, editorial style consistency?
Have considered not blogging again the rest of the trip because I have truly sunk into vacation mode. But what then about posterity? Baby’s first trip. Must. Be. Recorded.
Items brought with which have so far [...]
Posted by calm mama on Sunday, March 30th, 2008 at 11:23 pm in baby baby baby, travel | 2 Comments »
Traveling with Baby: Kauai, Day Two
Today, we shopped.
Needed to stock up for the week in the condo. Food and gear.
We started at Wal-Mart. Just like Brad and Angelina. Bought a really cute cheap bouncy seat that my parents are going to take back with them for when we visit. Mom and Dad were delighted to find some James Pearse knock-off [...]
Posted by calm mama on Friday, March 28th, 2008 at 11:44 pm in baby baby baby, travel | 2 Comments »
Traveling with Baby: Kauai, Day One
We’d planned to pack days in advance, but in all our spare time, that didn’t happen. The day before the trip I did all of our laundry. All of it. Practically buried my mother’s helper in clean clothes. Just when she’d folded one mountain, another was ready for her attention. Small piles of garments by [...]
Posted by calm mama on Friday, March 28th, 2008 at 11:34 pm in baby baby baby, travel | 1 Comment »
sleep wobbles in carrying its shoes in one hand
The boy had three glorious days of those 1-1/2 hour naps. On day four, he decided to just take one 2-1/2 hour nap. On day five, he hardly napped at all.
And so it goes.
It hardly seemed worth mentioning that he was on another poop strike as well. Three or four days. I’d lost track. Ended [...]
Posted by calm mama on Tuesday, March 25th, 2008 at 9:53 pm in baby baby baby, sleep | 7 Comments »
the giggler
Today is the day he giggled.
He’s smiled. He’s even laughed. A kind of inhale exhale 2-beat chortle. But giggling?
It happened this morning. On the changing table of course. I yelled for Scott. You have to hear this. Tickled the boy’s belly. There it was. And again. Like a water over pebbles in a brook. Burbling. [...]