Liam loves the rainforest.
He doesn't seem to like the little blue thing dangling from the toucan, however.
He doesn't seem to like the little blue thing dangling from the toucan, however.
That, or he's found something other than daddy to swat at.
Monday, 12 January 2009
Friday, 26 December 2008
In the Jungle
The Sitter family has moved!
We now live in the rain forest.
It all started with the soother. Mobiles have to be taken down as soon as babies start to pull up, so I decided to go with the soother. It plays music and makes rain forest sounds. It lights up and the monkey, fish, and frog all move. It's pretty great. When he gets old enough he can even turn it on by himself (you press the toucan).
We got another piece of rain forest on Christmas Eve.
Here Liam lounges under the canopy.
He has become great friends with the giraffe (who I'm pretty sure doesn't live in the rain forest...along with the elephant or the zebra, but hey, whatever!).
The toucan does belong in the rain forest. There's a whole flock of them.
This is the same monkey from the soother. I think he really belongs in the rain forest, too. He's very cute.
We got anther piece of rain forest on Christmas day.
It has another giraffe. I think this is the other one's girlfriend.
It also has a zebra that plays music when you spin his little ball. We've been rocking out to zebra ever since.
There is a leaf. Not all that exciting, I know.
But, if you pick the leaf up...
Liam seems to like living in the rain forest.
We now live in the rain forest.
It all started with the soother. Mobiles have to be taken down as soon as babies start to pull up, so I decided to go with the soother. It plays music and makes rain forest sounds. It lights up and the monkey, fish, and frog all move. It's pretty great. When he gets old enough he can even turn it on by himself (you press the toucan).
We got another piece of rain forest on Christmas Eve.
Here Liam lounges under the canopy.
He has become great friends with the giraffe (who I'm pretty sure doesn't live in the rain forest...along with the elephant or the zebra, but hey, whatever!).
The toucan does belong in the rain forest. There's a whole flock of them.
This is the same monkey from the soother. I think he really belongs in the rain forest, too. He's very cute.
We got anther piece of rain forest on Christmas day.
It has another giraffe. I think this is the other one's girlfriend.
It also has a zebra that plays music when you spin his little ball. We've been rocking out to zebra ever since.
There is a leaf. Not all that exciting, I know.
But, if you pick the leaf up...
Liam seems to like living in the rain forest.
Monday, 15 December 2008
Liam's Big Weekend
Liam had a big weekend.
We trimmed the tree with Grammy and Grampy! He supervised, of course!
Here he is in front of his masterpiece with mommy!
On Sunday, we went to the grocery store. It took a loooooong time to convince daddy that we wouldn't get the plague from spending an hour at Wegman's. Liam slept in the Bjorn the whole time, drooling right down mommy's shirt. Actually, I'm not sure he even realized we went anywhere...he slept through the whole thing.
Here we go! Ready for the road trip to Wegman's!
When we got home, Liam ate lunch. Then we had some tummy time with mommy. We're reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Usually, he falls asleep by the middle of each chapter.
Then, (Great!) Grandma and Grandpa Sitter came over to visit! Liam spent an hour or two being told how cute he was...it was exhausting! It's tough work having everyone love you!
Then Liam watched some football with daddy. I'm not pointing any fingers, but I'd swear his breath smelled like pretzels...
We trimmed the tree with Grammy and Grampy! He supervised, of course!
Here he is in front of his masterpiece with mommy!
On Sunday, we went to the grocery store. It took a loooooong time to convince daddy that we wouldn't get the plague from spending an hour at Wegman's. Liam slept in the Bjorn the whole time, drooling right down mommy's shirt. Actually, I'm not sure he even realized we went anywhere...he slept through the whole thing.
Here we go! Ready for the road trip to Wegman's!
When we got home, Liam ate lunch. Then we had some tummy time with mommy. We're reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Usually, he falls asleep by the middle of each chapter.
Then, (Great!) Grandma and Grandpa Sitter came over to visit! Liam spent an hour or two being told how cute he was...it was exhausting! It's tough work having everyone love you!
Then Liam watched some football with daddy. I'm not pointing any fingers, but I'd swear his breath smelled like pretzels...
Monday, 8 December 2008
Oh, Christmas Tree
Well, if you haven't been over, the place looks much fuller than it did last time you saw pictures. We have furniture and stuff!
However, we still only have one chair for the big table.
But we have more than one couch. We actually have more couches than we need. One has become the place for cool cats to hang out. We still have cool stained-glass windows and a nifty light. We've yet to have a fire in the fireplace this year, but it's in the works.
We also have a Christmas tree! The same fake, from-Lowe's, bought-on-Black-Friday, tree that Gracie climbed last year (we got smart and bought another kitty-zapper this time so she can't perch in the tree and break things). Here, a bird's-eye view of the unfurling process.
Liam and bink supervise from the swing.
It's up. The star is on top (mostly because it's easier to do it that way than climb something and fight with it for ten minutes). That's about it. Between Clarion and global logistics we haven't gotten any further. Paco the Christmas Parrot is still resting in his box and the Yuletide Cactus is wrapped up, too. Maybe this week. I bought more egg nog just in case!
And, no, it's not that crooked anymore. We straightened it out after this picture was taken!
However, we still only have one chair for the big table.
But we have more than one couch. We actually have more couches than we need. One has become the place for cool cats to hang out. We still have cool stained-glass windows and a nifty light. We've yet to have a fire in the fireplace this year, but it's in the works.
We also have a Christmas tree! The same fake, from-Lowe's, bought-on-Black-Friday, tree that Gracie climbed last year (we got smart and bought another kitty-zapper this time so she can't perch in the tree and break things). Here, a bird's-eye view of the unfurling process.
Liam and bink supervise from the swing.
It's up. The star is on top (mostly because it's easier to do it that way than climb something and fight with it for ten minutes). That's about it. Between Clarion and global logistics we haven't gotten any further. Paco the Christmas Parrot is still resting in his box and the Yuletide Cactus is wrapped up, too. Maybe this week. I bought more egg nog just in case!
And, no, it's not that crooked anymore. We straightened it out after this picture was taken!
Friday, 5 December 2008
Thank You..Thank You Very Much!
A great big round of applause for Team Grammy this week. Between my mom and Sue, I actually got some homework done. They now believe me when I say that Liam stays awake all day.
Since the term (and the whole program) ends Sunday and I need to get a B to get these bad boys paid for we called in the troops. Hooray!
It's hard to hold a baby and type...
Since the term (and the whole program) ends Sunday and I need to get a B to get these bad boys paid for we called in the troops. Hooray!
It's hard to hold a baby and type...
Sunday, 16 November 2008
The Adventures of Teeny Little Super Guy and Super Dad!
Liam had his first bath...and everyone survived. Even dad! He didn't care much for it, but he's cleaner now. He had a rough day yesterday, but he got over that hump. He's apparently eating pretty well (who'd have thought you could get so excited about poop...).
Super Dad, aka Ryan, is now a pro at changing diapers, squeezing vaseline, arranging pillows, keeping sleepy babies awake while they breastfeed, and dressing squirmy babies.
He's also really good at fixing meals (since mommy's a little sore and stuck upstairs for the most part), hauling water, doing laundry, running the dishwasher, and running to the baby store (later today!).
Even more important, he's really good at keeping mommy from having a crazy breakdown while she fights the evil forces of sore breasts and sleep deprivation. Yay, Super Dad!
Super Dad, aka Ryan, is now a pro at changing diapers, squeezing vaseline, arranging pillows, keeping sleepy babies awake while they breastfeed, and dressing squirmy babies.
He's also really good at fixing meals (since mommy's a little sore and stuck upstairs for the most part), hauling water, doing laundry, running the dishwasher, and running to the baby store (later today!).
Even more important, he's really good at keeping mommy from having a crazy breakdown while she fights the evil forces of sore breasts and sleep deprivation. Yay, Super Dad!
Saturday, 15 November 2008
November 11th
On this day...
The Fourth Lateran Council, the signing of the Mayflower Compact, the start of Sherman's "March to the Sea," Washington becomes a state, World War I ends, the famous US Route 66 is established, the newest Las Vegas casino opens...and, most importantly, Liam is born!
The saga (of course it was...haven't you been paying attention so far?) began on Monday with the phone call to find out when the c-section was actually scheduled. All of my paperwork says "call if you haven't heard from us by 4." So I called the number on the paper. They don't have that schedule, but they can transfer me to the people who should.
Okay.
They transfer me. I explain again. They don't do that either...but, they can transfer me to the people who do.
Uh-huh.
They transfer me. I explain again. Well, they have that information, but they're not the ones who are supposed to let me know what time it is. "We really need to find out who's supposed to be calling the c-sections." Yeah, I'd say that would be a step in the right direction.
So, I'm scheduled for 8:45...need to be there at 6. Really, 6? Jeez. I'm glad I called. I was told be there at 7:30 for a 9:30.
So, we get up reallllly early and go to the hospital where the nice lady at the nurses' station tells me I'm not scheduled until 10. I'm pretty sure that I was really mean to her, but I was working on not bursting into tears right there in the hallway, so she'll have to get over it.
So we wait. This picture is from after I got over my nervous breakdown about letting people cut me open who can't even tell me what time to be at the hospital (for those of you who missed it...I still have my tonsils, have never had so much as a stitch...the last time I was admitted to a hospital was probably when I was being hatched...so I'm not really keen on the whole thing).
So we keep waiting. The two scheduled ahead of me are running a little behind. Pretty normal. They get me all set up...gown, IV, catheter (third time's a charm) and we head over to the recovery room for one last sonogram to make sure baby is still going the wrong direction. That would be pretty crappy...to go through all of this and have them say "Whoops! He turned around!"
We start the paperwork and then we learn there's someone on the way in an ambulance. We get bumped and head back to the room.
That one takes awhile due to some extra complications and in the meantime another emergency c-section, twins this time, bumps us again. Only I could end up scheduled on the day they have two emergency c-sections.
After they clear out, the lovely Mindy rushes us over to the OR. No, really rushes. Doesn't bother grabbing a wheelchair or anything. We're going to beat the other person who is waiting. Because I've been waiting longer...much longer. It's been 8 hours now.
I get all ready to go in the bright, cold, scary room with lots of sharp things and three very nice ladies. Two nurses and the anesthesiologist are getting everything ready for me. Another nurse comes in to get things ready for Liam while they look for the doctors.
Oh, yeah. We're still missing doctors. That might be important.
Obviously, they were found in time. Both of them and Amanda the PA. I can't feel anything. In fact, the spinal was so high that my hands are numb and I think I'm having trouble breathing, but they're not worried because my oxygen levels are great.
Mostly, what I remember is Ryan's grip on my tingly hand, seeing the vague reflection of blood in the big light over me, and then a very tiny, very slimy baby. We officially have a baby 31 minutes later at 2:31.
Ryan and Liam went to the nursery while they closed me up. I recovered in one of the labor rooms (it was a busy day for babies at Saint Vincent's) with Ryan (who left Liam with the nice nursery ladies and a large crowd of fans) and my mom and the grab-the-bull-by-the-horns Mindy.
Luckily, we got done in time for the Sitter side to see the little guy before heading off to California for another very important day...Uncle Sean's wedding!
Liam weighs in at 6 pounds 7 ounces. I think a lot of it is those huge feet
All swaddled up and no place to go. Have to wait for mommy!
Here we are! I'm still pretty high...there was a little bit of morphine in that spinal (note to self...no more morphine ever! The itching was soooo much worse than the pain. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true! A big thanks to Bethany!).
We start right away trying to put some meat on this little guy's bones. He's a natural. Then he snuggles with mommy for awhile.
I'm sure that I'm biased, but I swear he keeps getting cuter.
It could be because he looks like daddy. Especially when he's asleep. Here, Super Dad gets some sleep. Since I couldn't do anything the first night, Ryan got a crash course in diapers, swaddling, pee fountains, and sheer exhaustion. He did great!
Grammy helps out the next day while Ryan goes home to shower up, get some food not prepared by a hospital, and sleep in a real bed for an hour or so. Thanks, Grammy!
We made it! We look pretty tired (especially Liam). Probably because we are.
We're still figuring it all out, but we got through the first night at home without any major disasters (just sad, noisy kitties who haven't seen me in days). We have been reminded about what happens to those not prepared for the pee fountain and have discussed polar bears at 3 a.m. while daddy tried to get some sleep. We're going to take a little bath later and do the basket of laundry we've already accumulated. We don't have enough clothes small enough, so we have to get it done!
No problem!
The Fourth Lateran Council, the signing of the Mayflower Compact, the start of Sherman's "March to the Sea," Washington becomes a state, World War I ends, the famous US Route 66 is established, the newest Las Vegas casino opens...and, most importantly, Liam is born!
The saga (of course it was...haven't you been paying attention so far?) began on Monday with the phone call to find out when the c-section was actually scheduled. All of my paperwork says "call if you haven't heard from us by 4." So I called the number on the paper. They don't have that schedule, but they can transfer me to the people who should.
Okay.
They transfer me. I explain again. They don't do that either...but, they can transfer me to the people who do.
Uh-huh.
They transfer me. I explain again. Well, they have that information, but they're not the ones who are supposed to let me know what time it is. "We really need to find out who's supposed to be calling the c-sections." Yeah, I'd say that would be a step in the right direction.
So, I'm scheduled for 8:45...need to be there at 6. Really, 6? Jeez. I'm glad I called. I was told be there at 7:30 for a 9:30.
So, we get up reallllly early and go to the hospital where the nice lady at the nurses' station tells me I'm not scheduled until 10. I'm pretty sure that I was really mean to her, but I was working on not bursting into tears right there in the hallway, so she'll have to get over it.
So we wait. This picture is from after I got over my nervous breakdown about letting people cut me open who can't even tell me what time to be at the hospital (for those of you who missed it...I still have my tonsils, have never had so much as a stitch...the last time I was admitted to a hospital was probably when I was being hatched...so I'm not really keen on the whole thing).
So we keep waiting. The two scheduled ahead of me are running a little behind. Pretty normal. They get me all set up...gown, IV, catheter (third time's a charm) and we head over to the recovery room for one last sonogram to make sure baby is still going the wrong direction. That would be pretty crappy...to go through all of this and have them say "Whoops! He turned around!"
We start the paperwork and then we learn there's someone on the way in an ambulance. We get bumped and head back to the room.
That one takes awhile due to some extra complications and in the meantime another emergency c-section, twins this time, bumps us again. Only I could end up scheduled on the day they have two emergency c-sections.
After they clear out, the lovely Mindy rushes us over to the OR. No, really rushes. Doesn't bother grabbing a wheelchair or anything. We're going to beat the other person who is waiting. Because I've been waiting longer...much longer. It's been 8 hours now.
I get all ready to go in the bright, cold, scary room with lots of sharp things and three very nice ladies. Two nurses and the anesthesiologist are getting everything ready for me. Another nurse comes in to get things ready for Liam while they look for the doctors.
Oh, yeah. We're still missing doctors. That might be important.
Obviously, they were found in time. Both of them and Amanda the PA. I can't feel anything. In fact, the spinal was so high that my hands are numb and I think I'm having trouble breathing, but they're not worried because my oxygen levels are great.
Mostly, what I remember is Ryan's grip on my tingly hand, seeing the vague reflection of blood in the big light over me, and then a very tiny, very slimy baby. We officially have a baby 31 minutes later at 2:31.
Ryan and Liam went to the nursery while they closed me up. I recovered in one of the labor rooms (it was a busy day for babies at Saint Vincent's) with Ryan (who left Liam with the nice nursery ladies and a large crowd of fans) and my mom and the grab-the-bull-by-the-horns Mindy.
Luckily, we got done in time for the Sitter side to see the little guy before heading off to California for another very important day...Uncle Sean's wedding!
Liam weighs in at 6 pounds 7 ounces. I think a lot of it is those huge feet
All swaddled up and no place to go. Have to wait for mommy!
Here we are! I'm still pretty high...there was a little bit of morphine in that spinal (note to self...no more morphine ever! The itching was soooo much worse than the pain. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true! A big thanks to Bethany!).
We start right away trying to put some meat on this little guy's bones. He's a natural. Then he snuggles with mommy for awhile.
I'm sure that I'm biased, but I swear he keeps getting cuter.
It could be because he looks like daddy. Especially when he's asleep. Here, Super Dad gets some sleep. Since I couldn't do anything the first night, Ryan got a crash course in diapers, swaddling, pee fountains, and sheer exhaustion. He did great!
Grammy helps out the next day while Ryan goes home to shower up, get some food not prepared by a hospital, and sleep in a real bed for an hour or so. Thanks, Grammy!
We made it! We look pretty tired (especially Liam). Probably because we are.
We're still figuring it all out, but we got through the first night at home without any major disasters (just sad, noisy kitties who haven't seen me in days). We have been reminded about what happens to those not prepared for the pee fountain and have discussed polar bears at 3 a.m. while daddy tried to get some sleep. We're going to take a little bath later and do the basket of laundry we've already accumulated. We don't have enough clothes small enough, so we have to get it done!
No problem!
Monday, 20 October 2008
Where's Mine?
We finally got batteries for the bouncy seat. I put it together while Ryan was in California. It helps so much to have an advanced degree in engineering and a solid understanding of snaps.
Here Paddington, our crash test bear, tries out the bouncy. He loves it. Heck, I love it. I want one. It vibrates and makes ocean noises. Jeez! Mostly I love the soft little sheepy! He's my favorite.
Thanks, Aunt Katy (and Uncle Sean!...although if you're like your brother...and every other man I know...you had no idea what you got and had to ask Katy!)
Here Paddington, our crash test bear, tries out the bouncy. He loves it. Heck, I love it. I want one. It vibrates and makes ocean noises. Jeez! Mostly I love the soft little sheepy! He's my favorite.
Thanks, Aunt Katy (and Uncle Sean!...although if you're like your brother...and every other man I know...you had no idea what you got and had to ask Katy!)
Cribbage
This weekend we put together the world' s "easiest crib to assemble." It actually might have been. I think it took more tools to open the box and get the pieces out than it did to put it together. We wouldn't have needed any tools at all if we'd put the drop-side in the right place the first time around.
Ryan tries out the side rail. I think it'll hold.
Blueberry is going to hang out in our bedroom for a while, at least. Hopefully, it will make those late-night feedings a little bit easier. So, we set the crib up opposite our bed. We'll see how that goes.
I saved some money by not buying one of the cutesy, frou-frou bedding sets...although that one at Babies R Expensive with the lion was pretty cute. I figure I can make a quilt. Not to mention the fact that quilts and such shouldn't be in the crib for the first year or so to help prevent SIDS...no cute lion is worth that.
I did buy a couple of fitted sheets...one with stars, one with stripes, one with cars and trucks. I bought a crib bumper that matches the colors of the sheets and has a striped side and a starry side. I also bought a waterproof sheet, and now that I know it fits well I will be buying another.
Hooray, crib!
Ryan tries out the side rail. I think it'll hold.
Blueberry is going to hang out in our bedroom for a while, at least. Hopefully, it will make those late-night feedings a little bit easier. So, we set the crib up opposite our bed. We'll see how that goes.
I saved some money by not buying one of the cutesy, frou-frou bedding sets...although that one at Babies R Expensive with the lion was pretty cute. I figure I can make a quilt. Not to mention the fact that quilts and such shouldn't be in the crib for the first year or so to help prevent SIDS...no cute lion is worth that.
I did buy a couple of fitted sheets...one with stars, one with stripes, one with cars and trucks. I bought a crib bumper that matches the colors of the sheets and has a striped side and a starry side. I also bought a waterproof sheet, and now that I know it fits well I will be buying another.
Hooray, crib!
Friday, 26 September 2008
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