Well, here it is after 11 a.m. and our little squirt is still asleep. Besides feedings, he's been out since 9 last night. Have Jerry and I been blessed with a baby who sleeps late? Hardly ...
Unfortunately, all this is a result of Wilder's two-month doctor's appointment on Wednesday, where he was tortured with four immunizations, two in each thigh. It was brutal for him and brutal for me to watch. And it's wiped him out this week, poor guy.
On the flip side, he's healthy as a horse, and about the size of one. Here's the stats from the doc visit:
Weight: 13 lbs., 9 oz. (90th percentile)
Height: 25 inches (above the 95th percentile, meaning he's probably on track to be tall like his Pop)
Head circumference: 41 cm (75th percentile ... big brain? We hope!)
He's also started sleeping through the night regularly. It's awesome, but a little weird not to have him waking up every few hours. I think both Jerry and I will cop to sneaking in his room in the middle of the night to make sure he's OK.
Anyway, in other news I return to work next week. I wasn't really ready, but it's looking like we've had a stroke of luck at the last minute. We had interviewed a nanny who we'd decided to go with. We were glad about her, meaning we wouldn't have to put Wilder in daycare quite yet. The only down side? She doesn't speak English, which left me wondering how I was going to explain things like the fact that we have an epilectic cat who might very well seize up while she's here. I can only pantomime so much before I look batsh*t insane, right? Acting out a seizing cat? I might have to pee myself, and that would be bad.
So the stroke of luck is that it looks like my good friend Brenda is going to be Wilder's nanny. She is AWESOME ... if the details work out, I couldn't be happier about this. Wilder gets a fun, funny and wonderful caretaker, I get peace of mind and my britches get to stay dry. Hurrah!
Better run. Posting more pictures soon ...
Love, k.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
Wilder: Wet & Wild
WARNING: The photos below contain nudity. Woo woo.
OK, so we thought we'd get the kid spiffed up to visit Santa. Can't very well be sitting on St. Nick's lap with a dirty, stinky booty, right? So Jer took his first turn at being in charge of W's bath, and of course I broke out the camera (believe it or not, I also hold, bathe, change, and feed the kid, but no one's taking photos when I do it ... ahem hint elbow nudge). Anyway, there was a ton of natural light coming in off the kitchen window and I got some GREAT shots. Here they are!
Oh, and we didn't get to see Santa after all. We went to the mall and were told there were 200 people in line ahead of us, all visiting the Big Guy for about a minute each. Translation: 3+ hour wait. At the mall. On the day before Christmas Eve. Jerry and I aren't mall people in April, let alone late December. So we're gonna shoot for early tomorrow morning. Hopefully we'll get our Santa pic then.
OK, so we thought we'd get the kid spiffed up to visit Santa. Can't very well be sitting on St. Nick's lap with a dirty, stinky booty, right? So Jer took his first turn at being in charge of W's bath, and of course I broke out the camera (believe it or not, I also hold, bathe, change, and feed the kid, but no one's taking photos when I do it ... ahem hint elbow nudge). Anyway, there was a ton of natural light coming in off the kitchen window and I got some GREAT shots. Here they are!
Oh, and we didn't get to see Santa after all. We went to the mall and were told there were 200 people in line ahead of us, all visiting the Big Guy for about a minute each. Translation: 3+ hour wait. At the mall. On the day before Christmas Eve. Jerry and I aren't mall people in April, let alone late December. So we're gonna shoot for early tomorrow morning. Hopefully we'll get our Santa pic then.
Big Boy Slumbers
Marking this date: From the late hours of Dec. 22 until the morning of Dec. 23, Wilder sleeps through the night.
For this triumph, he gets to go visit Santa today. (Truthfully, we were gonna take him to see the bearded one anyway, but he doesn't know that.)
For this triumph, he gets to go visit Santa today. (Truthfully, we were gonna take him to see the bearded one anyway, but he doesn't know that.)
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Last night, pigs flew & hell froze over
Wooooohooooooo!
That's the sound Jerry and I are making today after Wilder:
A) slept in yesterday until 10:30 a.m. A one-time occurrence, I'm sure, but that's OK because more importantly ...
B) he went to sleep in his crib last night with just 30 seconds of crying. (Still shaking head in disbelief as I write this.)
It was amazing. I still sat there for another half-hour with my stupid, trained motherly ears pricked to see if he'd start up again. But at some point I drifted off to sleep with what I'm quite sure was a huge smile because usually Wilder has to cry on and off for about two hours at least before he'll finally go meet the Sandman for the night.
Oh man oh man oh man ... that was so cool. Fingers crossed for a repeat performance tonight! (And I'm sure all our more experienced parental-type friends are sniggering to themselves right now in anticipation of my exhausted post tomorrow after W. spends half the night railing against the color of his sheets.)
That's the sound Jerry and I are making today after Wilder:
A) slept in yesterday until 10:30 a.m. A one-time occurrence, I'm sure, but that's OK because more importantly ...
B) he went to sleep in his crib last night with just 30 seconds of crying. (Still shaking head in disbelief as I write this.)
It was amazing. I still sat there for another half-hour with my stupid, trained motherly ears pricked to see if he'd start up again. But at some point I drifted off to sleep with what I'm quite sure was a huge smile because usually Wilder has to cry on and off for about two hours at least before he'll finally go meet the Sandman for the night.
Oh man oh man oh man ... that was so cool. Fingers crossed for a repeat performance tonight! (And I'm sure all our more experienced parental-type friends are sniggering to themselves right now in anticipation of my exhausted post tomorrow after W. spends half the night railing against the color of his sheets.)
Monday, December 19, 2005
New Look
Hey all. I'm kind of playing around with the design of this thing. I'm still messing with it, but feel free to tell me if you love it, hate it, etc. Also, I've changed the "comments" settings so that anyone that wants to leave a comment can. So comment away. If you think a picture of Wilder is extra special, let us know. If you want a copy of something, holler. If you want to give us parenting advice, keep it to yourself. No, really, we'd love to hear it. Seriously. : )
Thanks.
k.
Thanks.
k.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Gearing up for Christmas
New photos below from the past few days. We've had a great weekend visit from Wilder's Grandad Jerry Ray from Hendersonville, TN, who I suspect might have become just a tad attached to Wilder over the weekend. They're in there right now talking to and grinning at each other. We went out to dinner at our first Irish pub tonight too -- the Tipperary Inn (Mom even snuck Wilder an ever-so-tiny bit of bread pudding sauce). And Dad dressed kiddo up in his Scott clan tartan, so he looked extra handsome.
Not much else to report. We're eating more now ... about five oz. at a time. He's also sleeping a bit more at night, and we've been told that at his weight he should start sleeping through the night soon (praying praying praying).
Anyway, he's fussing now so I better go tend to the little guy. Much love, Kris
Not much else to report. We're eating more now ... about five oz. at a time. He's also sleeping a bit more at night, and we've been told that at his weight he should start sleeping through the night soon (praying praying praying).
Anyway, he's fussing now so I better go tend to the little guy. Much love, Kris
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
The Pink-Eye Blues
Bummer. Wilder has his first case of pink eye. Woke up yesterday with a way-irritated, crusty right eye. So we went and visted Dr. Agrawal, who diagnosed him. Now we get to put eye drops in there three times a day. That's about as fun as giving a pissed off cat a pill. Actually, W's been pretty good about it so far, but I expect more fights as he figures out what's going on.
Anyway, the infection made him sleep a lot yesterday. Meaning he woke up at 3:30 a.m. and pretty much refused to go back to sleep. He's still WIDE awake, in his bouncy chair right now cooing his way through the morning. His mama, of course, is fixin' to brew some mega-coffee and power her way through the day on fumes. Hell, maybe we'll even pile into the car and hit Starbucks' drive-through.
Anyway, I'm off. Slowly, sleepily, but off.
Anyway, the infection made him sleep a lot yesterday. Meaning he woke up at 3:30 a.m. and pretty much refused to go back to sleep. He's still WIDE awake, in his bouncy chair right now cooing his way through the morning. His mama, of course, is fixin' to brew some mega-coffee and power her way through the day on fumes. Hell, maybe we'll even pile into the car and hit Starbucks' drive-through.
Anyway, I'm off. Slowly, sleepily, but off.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Well it's been an eventful week in Wilder's life. First he peaked in the fussing department (we hope it was his peak anyway!). It culminated in a meltdown, complete with 14 different shades of purple in the face, right before mom went to pick up Aunt Bree, who's visiting from Alamosa, Colorado, from the airport. From then on out though, we had a great weekend. He likes to turn the charm on for the ladies, the little rascal. He loved Bree's visit ... she kept him rich in the snuggles department all weekend.
He also took his first walk around Dallas' White Rock Lake. Unfortunately we didn't take the camera, so we didn't get any pics of that. Too bad, too, because it was a beautiful day. And he was serenaded by a very gravelly voiced Mexican troubador at dinner at La Calle Doce. He wasn't a fan -- he cried through the whole thing.
Mom got a night out on the town with Bree while Pop spent some quality time with the boy decorating the Christmas Tree and listening to carols. She (mom) enjoyed it, having her first real sushi (and sake! ... two bottles) in months. She and Bree wrapped the night up at the Lakewood Landing, where they enjoyed hobknobbing with the locals and having a couple cocktails.
We're looking forward to a visit from Grandpa Jerry next weekend! Love to all.
He also took his first walk around Dallas' White Rock Lake. Unfortunately we didn't take the camera, so we didn't get any pics of that. Too bad, too, because it was a beautiful day. And he was serenaded by a very gravelly voiced Mexican troubador at dinner at La Calle Doce. He wasn't a fan -- he cried through the whole thing.
Mom got a night out on the town with Bree while Pop spent some quality time with the boy decorating the Christmas Tree and listening to carols. She (mom) enjoyed it, having her first real sushi (and sake! ... two bottles) in months. She and Bree wrapped the night up at the Lakewood Landing, where they enjoyed hobknobbing with the locals and having a couple cocktails.
We're looking forward to a visit from Grandpa Jerry next weekend! Love to all.
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