Sunday, July 29, 2012
Weird Milestones #37
This weekend Henry learned not only how to blow his nose but also how to blow raspberries on his hand. I couldn't be more proud as I'm already thinking of all the happy times we will have making farting noises with our body parts. The blowing his nose thing will be sort of useful too I guess.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
The light! The light!
Because we are so far north here in the UK, our daylight hours are extremely different season to season. In the winter time the sun only comes up between 9 AM and 3 PM. On the flip-side of that, in the summer, it is bright out (when it isn't fucking raining!!) between 4 AM and 11 PM.
While Henry is typically really good at having a nap during the day whether the sun is shining or not, at night he likes it dark. Of course this has resulted in later bedtimes since summer hit (which means later drinking times for his parents. Boo). He is tired no matter what the sun is trying to say so sometimes he sleeps like this:
Seeing him like this gives me a bit of a glimpse of what his teenage years are going to be like.
While Henry is typically really good at having a nap during the day whether the sun is shining or not, at night he likes it dark. Of course this has resulted in later bedtimes since summer hit (which means later drinking times for his parents. Boo). He is tired no matter what the sun is trying to say so sometimes he sleeps like this:
Yes, Social Services, I did verify he could still breathe.
Seeing him like this gives me a bit of a glimpse of what his teenage years are going to be like.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
A bit of a change
I have been meaning to write more here but just never seem to get around to it. There are so many little things that come up that aren't full post worthy but are fun and deserve a mention. If you all don't mind, I think I'm going to change the format of this blog to more a 'status update' than full on essay type posts. I'm sure I'll get wordy here and there but most of the time it's going to be sweet and simple. At least you'll get more of a reason to check in here anyway.
With that said, here's a quick collage of Henry loitering over at Liverpool One (the outdoor shopping mall in the center of town). Henry is pretty good being pushing around in the stroller while I go in and out of all the shops as long as I take him out of the stroller at the end to play. These stairs were actually quite tall (compared to normal steps) and I admit I huffed a bit every time he got too far up and I had to bring him back down.
The day after this was taken, Henry woke up with a rash all over his body. We took him to the doctors and he is fine, just a common viral infection called roseola. Our outing didn't cause the infection - in fact the rash indicates that he had the infection for days and this is just the last bit of it - but I'm glad I got these shots before the little man was covered in spots. You can't expect to become a baby GQ model covered in spots after all.
With that said, here's a quick collage of Henry loitering over at Liverpool One (the outdoor shopping mall in the center of town). Henry is pretty good being pushing around in the stroller while I go in and out of all the shops as long as I take him out of the stroller at the end to play. These stairs were actually quite tall (compared to normal steps) and I admit I huffed a bit every time he got too far up and I had to bring him back down.
The day after this was taken, Henry woke up with a rash all over his body. We took him to the doctors and he is fine, just a common viral infection called roseola. Our outing didn't cause the infection - in fact the rash indicates that he had the infection for days and this is just the last bit of it - but I'm glad I got these shots before the little man was covered in spots. You can't expect to become a baby GQ model covered in spots after all.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
Idea #38 on how to entertain your kid
OK listen, I let my kid crawl around on the floor in public places...a lot. I make sure he doesn't bug anybody, stick anything horribly foreign in his gob and always have baby wipes on hand once he's done.
I send my love to the spotty kid working his part time job who entertained Henry for a good 20 minutes. Yes, Henry chased the little yellow car for 20 minutes and his hands may have been black when I pulled him away. Baby wipes! It's all good.
Also, I feel a tad bit guilty that I didn't actually buy anything.
But then Henry's Auntie Maggie got him these and I forgot all about my guilt.
I send my love to the spotty kid working his part time job who entertained Henry for a good 20 minutes. Yes, Henry chased the little yellow car for 20 minutes and his hands may have been black when I pulled him away. Baby wipes! It's all good.
Also, I feel a tad bit guilty that I didn't actually buy anything.
But then Henry's Auntie Maggie got him these and I forgot all about my guilt.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Bad Mommy
So Henry took his first steps last weekend. It was the day before Father's Day and I think Henry was feeling a bit guilty that he hadn't got Andy anything but a scribble drawing so he gave some steps up as a gift. Try as we might, and oh do we try, we haven't been able to capture any of his independent walking on camera. But I swear to you that he's been doing it. No, seriously.
This past weekend we decided to head up to Leeds for the day to see Andy's cousin. While we were out and about, I had decided to pop into the Clarks store to get Henry's feet measured. In December Henry was wearing a size (UK) 2 shoe and this spring I bought him a couple more pairs of shoes in size 2 ½ because he seemed to be busting out of the 2's. I've been happily putting Henry's feet in the 2 ½ size ever since. This is why it came as a huge shock to me when the clerk measuring Henry's feet announced that he was a size 4 ½.
“You're joking.”
“No. Well, the right is ever so slightly smaller than the left but he's definitely a size 4 ½.”
“But he's currently wearing 2 1/2's!”
“If you have to struggle to put those shoes on (and I did) and the zipper doesn't stay up (it didn't), then those shoes are definitely too small for his feet.”
“Oh. Oh shit.”
“So what type of shoe are you interested in today?”
“The ones that are on sale please.”
I honestly felt like the worst mother ever for the rest of the afternoon and thoroughly convinced myself that he would have been walking months earlier if he had been wearing footwear that was actually comfortable. To make me feel worse, every single pair of shoes I've ever put on him he was very insistent on taking off the moment I wasn't looking. His new pair of shoes? He plays with the Velcro but is quite content on leaving them on his feet. Worst Mother of the Year, right here please.
My only defense is that my son has inherited Andy's feet. Both of them have these very long Celtic toes that are very good at gripping rocks (way back when blue face paint was in style) or pens off the floor (modern day). I would always put shoes up to Henry's feet before I bought them to see if they'd fit – now I'm realizing that the little guy was curling up his toes (both Andy and Henry do this a lot) when I was doing the sizing. So yeah, basically I was buying shoes sized for a kid with no toes.
In other news, here is Henry's dance. He stopped dancing pretty quickly tonight, but the first 10 seconds should give you the idea. Pardon my heavy breathing in the background, I was trying to stifle my giggles.
He's training for the UK Crawling Olympics so he can't be seen walking.
This past weekend we decided to head up to Leeds for the day to see Andy's cousin. While we were out and about, I had decided to pop into the Clarks store to get Henry's feet measured. In December Henry was wearing a size (UK) 2 shoe and this spring I bought him a couple more pairs of shoes in size 2 ½ because he seemed to be busting out of the 2's. I've been happily putting Henry's feet in the 2 ½ size ever since. This is why it came as a huge shock to me when the clerk measuring Henry's feet announced that he was a size 4 ½.
“You're joking.”
“No. Well, the right is ever so slightly smaller than the left but he's definitely a size 4 ½.”
“But he's currently wearing 2 1/2's!”
“If you have to struggle to put those shoes on (and I did) and the zipper doesn't stay up (it didn't), then those shoes are definitely too small for his feet.”
“Oh. Oh shit.”
“So what type of shoe are you interested in today?”
“The ones that are on sale please.”
On the left, the shoes I was shoving his feet into. On the right, his new comfortable kicks.
I honestly felt like the worst mother ever for the rest of the afternoon and thoroughly convinced myself that he would have been walking months earlier if he had been wearing footwear that was actually comfortable. To make me feel worse, every single pair of shoes I've ever put on him he was very insistent on taking off the moment I wasn't looking. His new pair of shoes? He plays with the Velcro but is quite content on leaving them on his feet. Worst Mother of the Year, right here please.
My only defense is that my son has inherited Andy's feet. Both of them have these very long Celtic toes that are very good at gripping rocks (way back when blue face paint was in style) or pens off the floor (modern day). I would always put shoes up to Henry's feet before I bought them to see if they'd fit – now I'm realizing that the little guy was curling up his toes (both Andy and Henry do this a lot) when I was doing the sizing. So yeah, basically I was buying shoes sized for a kid with no toes.
In other news, here is Henry's dance. He stopped dancing pretty quickly tonight, but the first 10 seconds should give you the idea. Pardon my heavy breathing in the background, I was trying to stifle my giggles.
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