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I left my boy all day for the first time this past weekend. A really great seminar on dog training and behavior was held at Zoo Atlanta. So it was Brady and Dad at home from 9 to 5 on Saturday and again on Sunday. I must say, I was a bit nervous as Brady had a particularly difficult week. But my worries were all for naught. Brady and Tim had a perfect time. By the time I got home, Brady's eyes and smiles were all for Dad. It was as if I'd fallen off the planet entirely.
I'll let Tim blog about this one. Dad here...just like the title says, Saturday was all movies & football. I wanted to ensure that Brady was able to experience what life was like before he was a resident in our home. Of course, it wasn't all movies and football before he entered the world, I'm just easing him into weekends, that's all. We didn't leave the house on Saturday (not that unusual for me). Our day together flew by. He was a quiet little man and slept in my lap most of the time. The SEC Championship was well underway by the time Mom got home. I was telling Brady that it's not great to be a Florida Gator and if he finds himself in Alabama somewhere with a houndstooth hat on yelling "Roll Tide", he'll have made some missteps along the way. :o) Disclaimer: I'm a Dawgs fan...yes I went to Emory, but sports was not exactly on the forefront of everyone's mind at that institution & I like football dammit!
Onto Sunday, mom was home in the morning and left us again for the whole afternoon. It was in the mid-forties outside, but sunny so I thought we'd leave the house once halftime rolled around during the Falcons game (I'm just plain worthless during the fall, aren't I?) I bundled him up in his fleece cow outfit, camo mittens, and secured him into the jogging stroller, though I assure you there was no jogging involved on my part. We walked by our friends the Embersons' house and Brady was kind enough to let them gaze upon him in awe. After that, we headed back home & watched the Falcons lose a close one the Saints.
We'll be taking Brady to his first Holiday Party Friday afternoon. It's at our builder's office. Wine will be served so maybe we'll photocopy his butt :o) if we get crazy. Until next time....
It's wonderful to know that our son's lungs are growing strong. Unfortunately, the way he lets us know is by screaming his bloody head off. The past couple of nights have been rough. Brady has been happy and playful during the day but come evening, his patience is kaput. For a good 45 minutes, Brady's face and fists turn a new shade of purple while he throws his head back and wails. To make things worse, he only wants Mom to calm him down and the evenings are usually Dad-time. A variety of things have set him off. For instance, he had a kick-ass time in his bath on Tuesday but once we took him out the fit began. And let me tell you, once he's off to psychotown all I can recommend is a stiff drink. Fortunately, the screaming fits are coupled with a good night's sleep. Tim gave him a bottle last night at 11pm and we didn't hear a peep from the boy until the alarm clock went off this morning. Wow.A change of pace today: the fit came early. It started after Brady decided to end tummy-time by flipping over. I made the mistake of putting him back on his tummy. Again, the good thing is that he passed out, thereby giving me time to blog.To update you on Brady's Crib for the past week or so, here's a quick summary:THANKSGIVING:
Brady took his second road trip. This time we went to visit Grams and Bubs in Hilton Head. Brady was a champ again in the car. He slept most of the time and chewed on his hand while watching h
is big brother fill the car with fish-breath from the back seat. The length of the drive required a bottle and a diaper change each way. I highly recommend changing a diaper in the car. Not only are the fold-out changing stations filthy, but it's really dang noisy in those bathrooms!
TIME AT HOME:Brady's kickin' a wicked awful milk rash on his neck and chin area. The bibs make it worse by holding the moisture in the same position. So we've axed the all-day bib. It seems to be helping a little bit...along with a regimen of Aquaphor and Johnson's pure cornstarch.We're also decorating the house for Christmas. The effort progresses surprisingly slow and I've had to pick a couple pieces of glitter off the poor boy. But we're having fun.Brady is getting better and better at tummy-time. His back muscles are getting strong and he can hold his head and chest up off the floor now. He has also started grabbing his toys in addition to batting at them. He has also started holding on to his bottles, etc. It's all sporatic, but occurring more frequently.
We're still working toward our goal of napping in the crib. He's getting better at putting himself to sleep. But he still wakes up when he drops his paci. Thereafter, he starts playing and talking to his pinwheel mobile or his Emma & Billy painting. Baby steps. He did nap in yoga class allowing me to actually participate! Awesome.
Now, I know we usually end each blog by saying "Yippee! Dad is home", but honestly, I don't know how we're going to feel about that today. Sorry Daddy! We're hoping for the best!
Well, maternity leave is over. Brady is in bed for the night and Mom is back to work tomorrow. Grammy is in town to take over Brady-duty until daycare begins in January. I haven't blogged this week because we were busy snuggling all day in our pajamas while reading our book and watching The Today Show, many, many King of the Hill and Malcolm in the Middle episodes and Ellen. It was precious.
I'll miss drinking coffee for 45 minutes while I play with him on his activity mat. I'll miss spending most of the day looking down at his sleepy face and his sweet little stocking feet. I'll miss angling my body so my shadow falls over his face, blocking his eyes from the uber-bright morning sunlight. I'll miss witnessing every single smile, laugh and pout. I'll even miss his cries of boredom, wetness, tiredness and gassy-ness. Now Grammy gets to be the lucky recipient. And though very thankful, I'm jealous for sure.
So I have my little boy's picture framed and packed up for the office. Time to transform into 'working mom.' Wish me luck...and send jokes! I'm gonna need them!
