Tori’s mom sent her a great little photo album for her Birthday yesterday. I couldn’t believe how much Piper looks like her! Folks usually comment that she has my this or my that, but good gravy she is the spitting image of her mama when she was a babe. What do you think?
I don’t know how people did it twenty years ago. We’re so fortunate to live in an era of open information and access to tools for raising a child. Here’s some of my picks for the curious or soon-to-be parent dad.
The Internet & YouTube: Seriously…people had babies before the Internet? How did they know that their kid had milk tongue, not thrush? How did they figure out how to put on a cloth diaper? How, how??? A an important side note, the geekily inclined can find lots of pregnancy and baby movie torrents.
The Miracle Blanket. Swaddling is a Very Important Tactic in keeping your sanity at night for many parents. We’re big Karp believers, but trying to keep one of those tiny receiving blankets wrapped up tight on Piper was simply impossible once she was one hour old. Miracle Blankets make you feel like your straightjacketing your kid, but man alive, do they work.
DIODER lights at IKEA. I’m saddened that I can’t find the link for these at IKEA, because they’re one of the neatest things I’ve bought for baby. It’s a 10 inch long strip of directionally focused LED’s, running on a few AAA batteries, that light up when you open the drawer. They shut off 20 seconds later. Every night when I slog into the nursery to change a diaper at 4 AM, I have no need to turn on the light and ruin our half asleep state. I open the drawer, can see what I need, and move on. Seriously….awesome. DIODER is a line of products, it appears, so beware…you want this one.
A nice drill. I highly recommend DeWalt gear..it feels great, lasts forever, and the other dads will know you mean business. Why a drill? Trust me, you’re going to start noticing things that need fixed. It’s the male equivalent of nesting. Not to mention all the furniture assembling you’ll be doing. And things you will be attaching to the wall because your wife told you to that’s why. And oh, did you know that battery compartments on kids toys are secured with at least 48 tiny, recessed, Phillips screws? Cause they are. And nothing sucks worse that a shitty drill. This is mine, and I do love it oh so much.
An exercise ball. These things are great for two reasons…babies love to bounce and your back is going to be screwed. Bouncing is a soother…babies like to be reminded of the womb, and believe it or not, it was pretty bouncy in there. Imagine floating in a pool, tethered to the top, while someone jostles the pool all day. You get the picture. Your back is going to be hurting due to all the dropped binkys, unrestful nights of sleep and baby carrying, not to mention the ten extra pounds you’ll gain. The ball builds core strength, and you’re gonna need it.
Baby Bjorn carrier. I know she’ll outgrow this quickly, and I’m sure attachment parents everywhere will think less of me for not using some complicated, woven, organic hemp sling. But the fact is, this thing works well for small babies, looks OK on me, and is easy to use. I love it, and she does too.
Baby Bjorn Baby Sitter. My favorite thing about the Baby Sitter? No batteries. She bounces herself in it a little, but it gets most of it’s motion from my big toe. There are times when I can get her calm in this contraption and actually use two hands for stuff. That is a victory in my book. It also folds quite flat and travels well.
Mam Paci’s. I don’t know why she likes these, but she does. I like the fact that they have no handle, so I can hold her tight into my chest while she’s sucking.
iPhone. I can’t say enough about it. I can’t imagine living without it, much less parenting. It’s a portable speaker, packed with Beatles, Jerry and Boards Of Canada for her. It’s the answer to a question in a flash, where ever I am (See “The Internet”, above). It’s the sound of grandma’s voice when she’s far away. It’s entertainment for me when Tori has to nurse at a Macy’s. I timed contractions with it, post photos to Facebook, count wet/dirty diapers, take voice notes when I’m sleep deprived…the list goes on. You should get one free if you have a child. But you don’t, so pony up those three Benjamins.
Wow…seven weeks in, and boy has it been a ride. I think it goes without saying that any time not filled with playing, calming, loving or visiting has been spent sleeping, not blogging. I’ve been taking lots of pictures with my new camera, and hope to get a gallery installed here soon. I dont even know how to begin writing about what has happened already, so lets dtick with the present for now. Recent developments:
Piper is totally sick of sleeping in the bassinet/playpen thing for more than a half second. She now spends nights with us in bed, nestled in a sleep positioner. I love spending the extra bit of time with her in the mornings! She also sleeps longer and calmer between us.
This week has marked the beginning of a new era…she can now be quite content just laying on her back and watching stuff. Especially if the stuff in question is her crib mobile, AKA Piper’s very Best Friends In The Whole World. While Mr. Bee makes great conversation and Ms. ladybug has seen the world, she really prefers talking with Mr. Caterpiller. That guy rocks.
Physically, she’s continuing to fill out a bit and taking on a more feminine facial shape. In my opinion, anyway.
In the past week, she has had her first:
Wedding
Road Trip
Cloth Diaper (more on that another day…)
I’ll try to blog more soon, but don’t forget where you are, buddy!
After fiddling around with numerous photoblogging plugins for WordPress, and dealing with a one month old baby, I’ve found a pretty good solution for getting pictures on here. I use Picasa to organize and retouch my pics at home, and theres a swell Facebook plugin that lets me upload right from the Picasa library. So getting lots of pictures on Facebook is easy.
But you’re not on facebook? Or you dispise me, but adore my child? Well, have I got some links for you…
After reading so many contemporary books about the labor process and HOW MUCH GIVING BIRTH IN A HOSPITAL IS BAD BAD BAD FOR MOM AND BABY I was pleasantly surprised to find a progressive, woman-focused maternity center. While we’re not necessarily focused on having a “natural” (read: drug free) birth, the maternity pavilion at St. Ann’s is incredibly receptive and supportive of the idea. The labor rooms (especially the ones with tubs) are big and seem focused on making the process as comfortable for mom AND dad as possible. Most equipment is hidden in furniture, and lighting is soft and calming. The books (and to a lesserdegree, our birth classes at CHOICE) really make you think that you will have to fight to keep the baby near us after labor, at St. Ann’s the protocol is kangaroo care. We wrote our birth plan not knowing what to expect, and almost everything we requested is standad at the hospital!
Oh, and there’s a Tim Hortons in the lobby. Flippin’ sweet.
It was a reassuring and comforting tour, and even though I looked everywhere, I couldn’t find this:
Well, I’m glad you asked. Tiny Elvis was a recurring sketch on Saturday Night Live in the early 90′s. At one of our first ultrasound appointments, I voiced the tiny fetus…”Hey man, get a load of that uterus…that suckers HUGE” and the rest is Tiny E history.
Tiny Elvis, also called “Tiny E” by his companions, was a miniature (about 2 inches tall) Elvis Presley, as portrayed by Nicolas Cage (and in later appearances, by Rob Schneider) in a series of sketches. He would frequently remark jokingly upon how “huge” certain objects were (“Look at that salt shaker! That thing’s huge!”), to which everyone around him would laugh and fawn over him (“Good call, Tiny Elvis!”). However, he was easily roused to anger when his compatriots, Sonny and Red (a reference to Presley’s real life bodyguards, Sonny and Red West), would comment on how cute he was. The character was apparently a parody of the ludicrously self-assured persona assumed by Presley in his many movies, and the equally ludicrously sycophantic followers that attended upon him in those films.
I’ve searched high and low on the intertubes for a video, to no avail. But today I realized that before YouTube, we used to look at pictures. And then I found some. Enjoy both Nick and Rob as Tiny E:
As I said, no video (yet!) but here’s a transcript from snltranscripts.jt.org.
Tiny Elvis: Hey, man.. look at that salt shaker, man. That is huge! Man, I’ll never be able to use all that salt, man. That is way too much!
Red: Yeah, that’s a big salt shaker, Elvis!
Tiny Elvis: Sure is huge, man.
Sonny: That’s hilarious, Elvis!
Red: Score another one for the Tiny E!
Sonny: Man, we can’t keep up with you!
Tiny Elvis: Well, I’m just saying it’s a big salt shaker, that’s all.
Weird, but not too unusual. Now I’m starting to think something is up.
Not long after returning from the market today, I noticed a smallish (adolescent?) Blue Jay in the yard. He obviously couldn’t fly, and seemed really calm considering he was probably a goner soon. I couldn’t conceive a way to help it other than keeping an eye out for kittykittykittys, so I photographed and observed before leaving it alone for a few minutes. When I came back…it was gone. I sure do hope it’s OK…with parenthood looming I’m becoming ever more sensitive to these matters. You should really click on the photos to get the experience, I got some nice macro shots in.
Incidentally, I think this may be his dad. I snapped it last week when I was obsessing over the bird feeder.