Sunday, September 30, 2007

Toe snack

Yum...tastes as good as fingers
Foot grabbing started recently and (surprise, surprise) foot sucking followed soon after. I find it amazing how every 5-6 month old baby loves to grab his/her feet. I don't know if they all like to suck their own toes, though. So my next million dollar idea is socks with chewy nubs on the toes. How tasty do those sound??

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Summerlin Art Festival

Lawn dancing
We headed up to the Summerlin Art Festival to check out the chalk paintings. It was no i madonnari, but it was pretty cool. We ran into a few other babies and mamas there and discovered that Makenna, who started sitting up weeks ago, is now crawling. She's four days younger than Brandt. Holy cow!
Brandt was most interested in the grass. He's only been outside on towels and blankets before so feeling the grass between his toes was totally new and he couldn't get enough of it.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Happy birthday, Lyle

You don't look a day over 13
My first baby, Lyle, turned 14 today! He didn't have the best day. I took him for a mani/pedi (aka nail trim) this morning before work - one of his least favorite activities. Then after work, I took Brandt and the doggies for a walk and Bettie peed on Lyle's head, which meant he had to endure a bath - his other least favorite activity. Finally, he had to sit very close to the scary baby for photos. Poor Baby Loo!
I was going to mention that I can't believe in all these years I didn't realize Lyle shared his birthday with Google, but after googling "google birthday" I learned "The exact date when we celebrate our birthday has moved around over the years, depending on when people feel like having cake." Silly.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007


Dan's on day two of a three-day Reno trip. I e-mail pictures of Brandt to Dan's phone and Dan calls Brandt so he can listen to his voice and they cope OK without one another.

Sounds like papa!

Doesn't taste like papa

Brandt loves listening to Dan's voice on the phone, but Dan can't capture his attention for long when there's so much tasty stuff around to chew on! Brandt spent this conversation alternating ten seconds chewing on the edge of the Bumbo chair and then sitting up for ten seconds of listening to papa.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Circle of yum

Dragon snack
Brandt is loving his Circle of Fun (aka Baby Einstein Discovery and Play Activity Center). We bought a new one at Babies R Us last weekend and then saw a pristine-looking one sitting out with a neighbor's trash yesterday. The things people throw away in this city! I don't know which is safer to chew on, though: a brand new chemically one, or a aired out use sitting-out-with-the-trash one!
So he starts out pounding on the meowing/barking/mooing part (the lion is a bit sticky so there's not much roaring) and looks like a teeny DJ hoovering over his turntable. But after five minutes or so he gets to the point where he wants to eat the musical part and gets mad that he can't reach it. At least today he discovered he can reach the dragon with his mouth so that's keeping him sated. I was worried the contraption would be bad for his back, but the chiropractor says it's fine, and is in fact building his leg muscles.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007


This is my favorite part
To make up for the football watching yesterday, we're reading extra books today. The board books are good and tasty, but this drool-proof bath book is really going to go the distance! And look at those dextrous little hands. He's probably trying to get the pages into his mouth, but I'm chalking it up to intentional page turning.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Are you ready for some football?

No, I'm not. I can't believe it's football time already. Thank goodness it's finally going to be cool enough to get out of the house so I can escape on Sundays while Dan watches football. We'll probably end up fighting over the baby. He'll want Brandt to stay home and acquire a taste for sitting on his butt and shouting at the TV.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

You're so vein

Jazz hands
This past Monday, a month after the canceled MRI, I finally took Brandt to his regular pediatrician to see what he thought about the hemangioma. Here's how it went:
Me: "He's here about his hemangioma."
Doc: "What hemangioma? That stork bite on the back fo his head?"
Me: "No, the hemangioma on his nose."
Doc: "Where?"
Me: "There. next to his eye."
Doc: "You mean that vein?"
Yippee. No hemangioma, no need for an MRI. I can breathe again.
I would have posted the good news sooner, but I lost my voice on Monday and didn't get it back until Friday. Who loses their voice for three days?! I didn't realize just how much I talk every day before now. Poor Brandt had to put up with whispering and clucking. Oh, and on Thursday I discovered I could whistle. I'm not a very good whistler, but Brandt was forgiving.
Brandt's new trick is spinning. I put him on his tummy and within a few minutes he's rotated 180 degrees. I'm not sure how he's doing it and whether he goes both directions or only clockwise so I'll pay closer attention and get to the bottom of it. He's started lifting all four paws off the floor and wiggling around on his belly. This doesn't seem to cause the spinning so he must have some other sneaky move up his sleeve I haven't yet noticed.
By the way, five months old today. Woo hoo!

Sunday, September 9, 2007


So we came home (OK, ex-home) for the La Jolla Rough Water Swim. For the third year in a row I wasn't in tip top form (two years ago I didn't swim at all due to a kidney infection, last year I was pregnant so I swam slow and cautiously to avoid getting kicked in the belly, and this year I'm just plain out of shape). Oh well, maybe next year will be the year. And 209 out of 437 isn't *that* bad.

Baby Madi in La Jolla

Baby Brandt in La Jolla

Interesting coincidence: I was visiting La Jolla at the same age as Brandt is now. And my father was along for both trips...small world. Also, I guess the picture on the left shows where Brandt inherited the taste for paw-in-the-mouth.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

The Circle of Fun

Brandt's first sign language class was this morning and we learned so much. And there's homework! I didn't realize it would be so hard, but it'll be worth it when we avoid Angry Brandt at 17-20 months when he'd otherwise be frustrated at not being able to communicate.
We didn't have any time to practice our signs while they were still fresh--we rushed to the airport for our first family flight, to San Diego. It was also our first Southwest flight as a threesome. The preboarding is a boon, but apparently the lap child has to check in at the ticket counter so that means showing up extra early.




Sam let Brandt test drive his Circle of Fun (a.k.a. Baby Einstein Discovery and Play Activity Center) and little dude went berserk! All along I thought Brandt wasn't into toys yet, but it turns out I just haven't been exposing him to the right stuff. Bad mommy.

Monday, September 3, 2007

First M/B comparison

Here's the first Brandt/Mama comparison. I think we have the same cheeks and chin.

Madi at 4.5 months

Brandt at 4.5 months

Lots of changes lately--some good, some bad. First the bad news: his antenna broke today :( It was two inches long and now it's down to half an inch. Dan thinks that's reason enough to pluck out the remainder, but I'm still proud of his one long hair and won't let Danny harm it. The rest of his hair is slowing growing back in. I've been massaging his scalp in the hopes of stimulating his follicles and I think it's working!
And I don't know if he was extra hungry today or what, but he gave himself hickies on *both* arms (thus the long sleeves for the picture). He hasn't done that in months.
Now for the good news: Brandt grabbed his foot today. He's been grabbing it for a while when seated in his Bumbo or in my lap, but today was the first supine foot grab. Go Brandt! He was probably hoping to get it into his mouth.
He's also doing pushups during tummy time. Hopefully we still have a long time before crawling begins.
Final new development: Brandt is laughing up a storm lately. Dan is best at getting him going. They lay on the bed and cackle at the dogs. Brandt likes to punctuate his laughter with pterodactyle shrieks.