The Boy and The Girl

July 10, 2008

The boy learned to crawl a little less than two weeks ago. With my daughter, it was the pacifier she crawled to. It took us a while to find the right “crawl to” object for the boy, but we finally did – a balloon. Now, he feels he’s a pro (i.e. he remembers to move the arms so he does fall flat on his face) and has begun practicing his standing. God help us.

The girl was at the toy store the other day with me, and we looked at a lot of “I want” items. When we finally found the Ariel playset (which itself is unusual, because this toy store is an independent store, and usually stocks the not Toys R Us type products), my daughter thought it over and told me, “Daddy, I am comfortable with this [toy]”. Well, I wouldn’t want her to be uncomfortable with any of her toys. We have it on reserve until she can forget about it Monday.


April 21, 2008

Yeah, yeah, enough about the BPA…

Well, we’ve tried to be good about avoiding the BPA stuff for The Boy. We started with glass bottles, moved the the Green To Grow bottles as the boy grew (and grew, and grew – 97 percentile for height – yowza!) and became more of a chow hound. Went through and tried to make sure all our daughter’s sippy cups were “clean” and all.

Then, the other day, we realized that, when we made a new batch of formula for the baby, we put the powdered stuff in the bottle, added the hot water to the.. uh.. the plastic bottle. Hmm.. that doesn’t sound right. We checked the bottom of the bottle – a dreaded #5 plastic.

So, now we’re on a search for a glass version. We need 32oz, but with the little measuring lines on the side, like our plastic bottles had. Right now, we’re making formula in a 32oz glass measuring cup, waiting for it to cool, then pouring into the plastic.

This is less than ideal. So… if anyone has any suggestions, it would be much appreciated!

For now, we’re trying not to worry. After all, my daughter had all her formula this way and probably got a lot of BPA in her system. And she seems pretty normal– er… oh, crap.

[Update: GeekLady points out to me that #5 is not the bad plastic. I swore I read that somewhere. Maybe I just got my numbers confused. Maybe I should be relying on Z Recommends instead…]

So very very tired

March 3, 2008

Couple of quick things…

The boy is getting good at rolling onto his belly. Unfortunately, the time he is best at it is 4am. Also unfortunate, he does not know how to roll back onto his back at 4am. Also unfortunately, this frustrates him very much… at 4am.

As for Dr. Seuss days at Big Girl School, we went with the very excellent suggestion of using iron-on inkjet transfer paper and blank t-shirts. The results were better than expected. We went with Cindy Lou Who for one, and Fox In Sox (with a Tweedle-Beetle on the back) for the other. The process is not perfect, but was perfect for what we needed in a short time frame.


March 1, 2008

Speaking of growing up, the boy, just a day shy (thanks to leap year) of being 5 months has his first tooth poking through the gums.

He’s a little slower than his sister in that regard, but, for what I understand, still ahead of the curve on toothiness.

Apparently, early toothiness (yeah, I like that word – reminds me of Stephen Colbert) runs in Ms. Kaz’s family.

A Nice Pear

February 14, 2008

For my birthday, I got a box of pears and apples from Harry & David from my in-laws. Of course, as I always do when we get pears, I have to make the comment that there’s nothing I like better than a nice pear. And, as she always does, Ms. Kaz rolled her eyes.

Last week, at 4 1/2 months, we started The Boy on solids. Rice cereal. Yummy.

Needless to say, he didn’t really take to it. He didn’t soundly reject it, either. But he wasn’t encouraged to learn how to eat either. Oh, he eats now, but it is mostly just sucking. He still doesn’t quite grasp chewing and swallowing.

We figured this week, with mushed up pears, he’d try a little harder. Pears are sweet. Kids like sweet stuff (like the valentine’s sugar cookie from Mrs. Field’s my daughter devoured last night). This morning, with his first spoonfuls of pear, he seemed somewhat interested. But he still didn’t get the chew and swallow method of eating.

Then he got his thumb in his mouth. I think he was surprised his thumb suddenly tasted to good! So sweet! He totally went to town on his thumb. So, the rest of breakfast went that way. Sneak in a spoonful, thumb goes in mouth, pear gets sucked down.

Oh, well. He’s not even 5 months yet. He’ll get it eventually.

While we’re on the topic of eating.. a few weeks ago, my daughter ate a few pieces of asparagus from my leftovers, and it left her asking for more. A few days later, she mentioned that she liked “the pointy end” of asparagus. So, I suggested to Ms. Kaz we get some asparagus. She bought some, and last night we had a risotto with beans and asparagus sauteed with garlic.

Our daughter ate an ungodly amount of asparagus. Which is good! But a little scary how much she ate.


January 6, 2008

My daughter rarely gets sick. I am amazed when I see how often other kids get sick.

That’s why it was strange to see how sick and worn out she got around about the time we got back from visiting the relatives for the holidays. She recovered… eventually. But the boy, he got sick as well.

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December 6, 2007

So, I hate to jinx it, but it seems like the boy is ahead of schedule and inching closer to sleeping through the night. Not this 5-hours-straight, baby-sized sleeping throught the night. I mean, really sleeping through the night.

He usually falls asleep around 8:30-9:30p range. We were ecstatic when he started waking only once, around 2:30-3:00ish. Lately, that’s been pushed to 4:00-5:00ish. Two nights ago, we had to WAKE HIM UP at 6:30a!

Again, I don’t want to curse us, but maybe sleep will start to return to normal again.

Of course, I didn’t mention that, when he slept until 6:30, that didn’t stop us from waking up at 4am and wondering for the next couple hours whether he was okay…

Oh, and he’s starting to smile and occasionally laugh for me almost on demand. This kid is starting to win me over.

Green to Grow Bottles

November 28, 2007

Oh, hey, did I mention we got our a couple weeks ago? I mentioned them originally here. You know, the Bisphenol-A and Phthalate free ones?

Well, we used them fairly extensively for the first time on our trip back home for Thanksgiving. I like ’em. There are, like with everything, good and bad point about them, which I will attempt to outline here:


  • Plastic. And not the bad plastic. We like glass, but to put the glass in a diaper bag is not something we like to do.
  • 5 ounce size. The glass we have are 4 oz. Believe me, the extra ounce comes in handy. Especially when travelling. We also have some Born Free Bottles, but they only come in sizes which are way too big right now.
  • They are kind of cool looking. Yeah, I know – silly, but a plus, none the less.


  • As I mentioned before, they are a bit pricier than glass. Maybe that will change if more people buy them.
  • The stuff printed on the bottle scratches easily. We didn’t have this problem with the Avent plastic bottles we used with my daughter. And we used those for years. It isn’t really that big a deal if the cute cartoon fruit guy on the front gets scratched. But, if we lose the measurement stuff on the back… that won’t be quite so okay.

Overall, we’re happy with them. Will we buy more? Probably not. We use glass in the house, and three is sufficient for most travelling. Maybe when we move up to a bigger size for him, but then again, we already have the Born Free in the bigger size…

Boy Update

November 27, 2007

Man, this kid (the boy) is growing. To me, he no longer seems like a newborn. Heck, he doesn’t even seem like he’s only just about two months old! He’s eating a lot – I am sure that helps.

He’s also doing great at night. He’ll go down sometime between 8:30 and 9:30, and wake up just once between then and about 6:30a. He usually has one long sleep (waking up around 2:30a – 3:30a), and one short. Although he occasionally, like last night, swap (wake up at 12:30a). One night he didn’t has his first wake up until 4:15a! It usually takes as short as 45 mins to get him back to sleep to as long as 1 1/2 hours.

During the day, he’s pretty laid back. He’s gotten to the point where he can amuse himself for short stretches, staring at lights, or his black & white shapes in his bassinet, or the dragon above his crib.

But perhaps the most important sleep/awake developments have been: (a) he seems to be able to sleep through noise because, well, he has to, and (b) he seems to be okay if, when tired, we put him down sleepy, but not asleep, and he will get himself to sleep.

Other than sleep/awake developments, he is slowly learning how to smile. Right now, it is still just a bit of a smirk. But he definitely gets excited when he sees me. His mouth will open, his arms and legs will flail, and he’ll shake all over. It is very cute, very sweet, and melts my heart.

He’s also enamored with his big sister. He will stare at her, and attempt to turn his head to see and follow her. She has always been enamored with him, even when taking her frustrations out on him (not physically!).. I think she is learning to adjust to not being the absolute center of attention.

Bedroom Antics

November 20, 2007

Ms. Kaz asked me the same question every day for a week and a half, “Did those monitors arrive yet?”

My son is a grunter. And a snorter. And a shuffler. Especially when he sleeps.

Ms. Kaz has been having sleep difficulties beyond the ones that go with getting up in the middle of the night for feeding, and the grunting, snorting and shuffling that came after that middle of the night feeding often drove her to the daybed to try and sleep.

Of course, once the monitors arrived, we always found excuses – “Just one more day”, “Tomorrow would work better” – to keep him in our room.

Even our daughter began to ask, “Did he sleep in his own room last night?”

Two nights ago, Ms. Kaz asked again about moving him to his own room. Finally, I was ready to take the plunge. “I feel kind of guilty,” Ms. Kaz told me. “We’ve got to do it before he know the difference,” I reasoned, with myself as much as with her, “otherwise, he’ll know the difference.. and then we’ll have more difficulty.”

Besides, we needed to test the new monitors.

So, two night ago, the boy began sleeping in his own room. The next morning, Ms. Kaz awoke to tell me, “I kind of missed him, you know?”

And I told her I kind of did. As much as it keeps you awake, you grow used to the snorting and grunting and shuffling. At least you know he’s there. And still okay.

“Besides,” I told her, “you were only in the room for half the night, anyhow…”

So… two nights, and so far, so good.

*knock on wood*

ps – the Philips DECT monitors work great, but are a little freaky, in that you get used to hearing the static coming from a monitor, and these are so darned quiet until the baby makes a noise. Fortunately, we can set the sensitivity to pick up cries, but not grunts and shuffles and snorts. And when he does cry..? It is just like he’s in the room with us.

Have your people call my people…

November 13, 2007

One difficulty with a second child is trying to fit your life around the new baby’s schedule.

Ms. Kaz and I are pretty flexible, but our daughter… not so much. We’re working on the patience thing. And, to her credit, she is getting better.

But things like making and eating dinner are more difficult. Especially if we want to give one of the kids a bath after dinner. Or if, say, we want to get our daughter to sleep before 11pm.

Up to this point, we’ve just kind of been winging it — letting the boy eat and sleep when he wants. Now that he’s, ahem, maturing a bit, we think we can have a little say in his schedule… Read the rest of this entry »

Baby Haters

November 10, 2007

A short while before my daughter was born, a coworker of mine was about to have his second child. “I hate babies,” he told me, “they are boring. I can’t stand when they are babies.”

At the time, I thought he was crazy.

With our second child, now a little over a month old, I am reminded of this statement, and how it isnt far off the mark. I know “hate” is too strong a word, but, compared to a lot of other stages, babies are boring.

Especially now that I have a three year old around, whom I can play, joke and have conversations with (although she does bring her own set of challenges).

Sure, my son is damned cute. I love to look at him. I even love to hold him. I don’t mind his crying — as with many second parents, it doesn’t bother me to have him cry for a few minute while I get a bottle ready or whatnot.

But, well, he doesn’t do anything beside cry, eat, poop and look cute. He can’t even smile yet. “Cute” is all I get for the hours of work (at all hours of the night) I put in.

And, dude — you’re cute, but after two straight hours of holding you to feed and burp you, I get a little bored. And my arm gets tired. And, well, After that long, I’d just like to do something normal, like read a book, or maybe eat or something.

Oh, I love him well enough, and look forward to seeing how he grows and how he turns out compared to my daughter, but, well.. I dunno. I’m sure, when I look back on it, it will have flown by.

And, when he throws a tantrum at 3 years old like the kind my daughter is having, I’ll wonder why he couldn’t have stayed a baby forever.