Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday...

Saturday Jul 19, 2008

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday...

Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright
-Elton John, Saturday Night's Alright (for Fighting)

So, how do you like the new look to the blog? While I said I'd raise my kids with gender-neutral colors, everything in our house is turning baby blue. And while I'm still a little worried that he'll take all this blue as a cue to become a UNC fan, I'm starting to get used to it being the main color in our lives. So why not the blog, too?

We have a new skill that we're trying to teach Jay ... It's called "how to sleep in on Saturday mornings." Weekday mornings, he'd be happy to sleep in until 8 or 9. But Saturday mornings? Now that's the day to start early! Saturday is the ONLY day of the week that he wants to get up on his own. This morning, at 5:30 a.m. he was awake and ready to start the day. Derek and I played the "maybe if we ignore him, he'll go back to sleep" game. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Not gonna happen. But at least he's happy when he wakes up. There's no better way to start the day than by going into his room to see him grinning up at me. Even if it is 5:30 on a Saturday morning.

Posted at 11:04PM Jul 19, 2008 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[2]

I'll be the boy in the corduroy pants...

Tuesday Jul 15, 2008

I'll be the boy in the corduroy pants...

...You be the girl at the high school dance
-Tom Petty "You Wreck Me"

So the time has come to start moving our little baby into bigger boy clothes. Sniff, sniff. This weekend, we cleaned out his closet and put all of the newborn & 3 month old clothes into the closet. And one of the casualties was an adorable pair of corduroy pants with little patches on the knees.

In the hospital, Jay's only clothing was a diaper and a swaddling blanket. Clothes were just too much trouble when he had lines and monitors attached to every appendage, including a pulse ox on his big toe. When we first brought him home from the hospital, we were so excited to put him in "real" clothes (if you can call footed PJ's clothes!). We'd try on 5 different outfits a day just to see how cute they all were. Hmmm, reality check. Honestly we'd change outfits that often because most days he'd puke/poop on his clothes about every other hour. Many days, he would wear a onesie with these cute brown cords, and I loved that he looked like a little boy instead of a tiny baby.

But the time has come to retire the brown cords ... along with all of the other newborn clothes and most of the 3 month old clothes. Poor kid gets a serious diaper wedgie when we try to snap the onesies at the crotch. And then when the diaper gets full, the snaps pop open! (Actually makes it easy to know when a diaper change is needed.) He's only 4 months old, but he's already wearing 6-9 month sizes. At his doctor's appointment last week, he was in the 75th percentile for weight and 95th for height. He's gonna be a tall one, folks! All the ladies are going to want to be his date for the 9th grade dance, because he'll be the only boy taller than all the girls.

But it makes me a little sad to pack away the baby things. As with all things, you have to say goodbye to the good things about one stage of life in order to get the benefits of another stage. So it's time to bid a fond farewell to the miracle swaddling blanket, the baby-size paci, the Bendy Bar, and the tiny clothes, even the corduroy pants. Time goes so fast - next thing you know, he'll be taking some cute girl to the high school dance. And I'll be the crazy mom, crying behind the camera, begging them to stay and take just one more picture in front of the fireplace.

Posted at 01:18PM Jul 15, 2008 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[2]

And there's this One Particular Harbor...

Monday Jul 07, 2008

And there's this One Particular Harbor...

...Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shores each day
And all are safe within
--Jimmy Buffett, One Particular Harbor

For a long July 4 weekend, I can't imagine doing anything more fun than going to the beach. So that's what we did. And while we still have not mastered the art of packing light while traveling with an infant, we are getting to the point where we take less crap along with us.

And Jay, for the most part, was loving life on the coast. He had the undivided attention of his LaLa and his Great AJ, and he performed all the tricks he's got. He's really mastered the rolling over trick, and performed it over and over and over and over and over again, much to the delight of all his admirers. He even showed off a new trick - munching on his feet. Yep, finally got that enormous big toe into his mouth. It was hilarious to watch because he works SO hard at it. It's a two-handed process - one hand goes behind the ankle to pull the foot toward the face, and the other serves as a guide to get the toe into the mouth. But once he figured it out, man, he could not get enough. When we got home last night, I swear the look on his face said, "Sweet! Those toys came home with us from the beach!"

And the entertainment was not all of the indoor variety. We suited Jay up with the swim diaper, the too-big Hawaiian print swim trunks, the t-shirt, and the big floppy hat. (Uncle Matt said it's more flamboyant sombrero than manly sun hat, but what does he know?!) Add one uber-thick layer of baby sensitive suncreen and the kid was READY! (Of course getting him to that stage only took 45 minutes.) So we took him onto the beach to explore the sand & get his first dip in the ocean. I can't say that he was exactly thrilled about it, but he didn't cry so I figure that's a good start. He's a Pisces, so our little fish has got to love the water, right?








Let's go back to the beach!

Posted at 10:43PM Jul 07, 2008 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[1]

And there's this One Particular Harbor...

Monday Jul 07, 2008

And there's this One Particular Harbor...


...Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shores each day
And all are safe within
--Jimmy Buffett, One Particular Harbor

For a long July 4 weekend, I can't imagine doing anything more fun than going to the beach. So that's what we did. And while we still have not mastered the art of packing light while traveling with an infant, we are getting to the point where we take less crap along with us.

And Jay, for the most part, was loving life on the coast. He had the undivided attention of his LaLa and his Great AJ, and he performed all the tricks he's got. He's really mastered the rolling over trick, and performed it over and over and over and over and over again, much to the delight of all his admirers. He even showed off a new trick - munching on his feet. Yep, finally got that enormous big toe into his mouth. It was hilarious to watch because he works SO hard at it. It's a two-handed process - one hand goes behind the ankle to pull the foot toward the face, and the other serves as a guide to get the toe into the mouth. But once he figured it out, man, he could not get enough. When we got home last night, I swear the look on his face said, "Sweet! Those toys came home with us from the beach!"

And the entertainment was not all of the indoor variety. We suited Jay up with the swim diaper, the too-big Hawaiian print swim trunks, the t-shirt, and the big floppy hat. (Uncle Matt said it's more flamboyant sombrero than manly sun hat, but what does he know?!) Add one uber-thick layer of baby sensitive sunscreen and the kid was READY! (Of course getting him to that stage only took 45 minutes.) So we took him onto the beach to explore the sand & get his first dip in the ocean. I can't say that he was exactly thrilled about it, but he didn't cry so I figure that's a good start. He's a Pisces, so our little fish has got to love the water, right?








Let's go back to the beach!


Posted at 10:43PM Jul 07, 2008 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[2]
Comments:

Love the new Pics!

It looks like everyone had a great time.
I swear in the last pic, Jay looks like a mini-Derek. Eye brows up and big smile!

Posted by crystal on July 08, 2008 at 10:37 AM EDT #