Time Stand Still

October 17th, 2013

I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since Maxwell brought so much happiness into our life. So much has happened that I have a difficult time thinking of a “topic” to write about. It’s a bit geeky that I can find inspiration in a song by my favorite rock group, Rush. They wrote the song “Time Stand Still” (really, REALLY bad video) in the late 1980’s but it strikes home with how I feel as Max reaches the end of his first year of life.

“Freeze this moment a little bit longer…”

I know there are memories that I’m eventually going to forget as Max gets older. Thankfully, the nearly sleepless nights of his early months is becoming almost a nostalgic thing. But I think we’re lucky in this age of easily-accessible camera phones to be able to hit record at a moment’s notice and capture something that in another place and time, wouldn’t have been possible. I know that beyond Max’s circle of influence these short snippets of Max’s life is about as exciting as watching paint dry but to me, these are gems that I’ll never have to forget about.

Just in the last couple of months, Max is really learning and growing exponentially. He’s now understanding us, and while he can’t vocalize, he actually is beginning to use ‘baby’ sign language. He understands what Yes and No means and is beginning to use it himself. He waves and says “hi.” We still haven’t heard Momma or Dada yet, but I’m sure they’re right around the corner. I’m convinced he can walk but he’s a little unconfident. But put him behind his stroller or let him hold your hands and he’s off at full-speed.

I can’t wait to see what his second year brings!

And to bore everyone, here is one of my favorite videos of Max:

You can find more videos (and recent ones, too!) on the videos page.

One Innie, Please

May 17th, 2013

I’m embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know how belly buttons were created. When Trish and I were discussing baby things before Max was born, I told her that I wanted to make sure the doctor knew that I wanted Max to have an “Innie.”  Trish, trying her best to save my feelings, told me that it wasn’t up to us; that Max’s “Bee-Bo” would become an innie or outie by itself. I can’t help but laugh at my naiveté.

At his one-month checkup, his pediatrician said that it was getting close to coming off so we were keeping an eye on it.  We were visiting my parents during Thanksgiving at their home in Sedona, and Max was almost exactly one month old. His little umbilical stub was still stubbornly attached, and I wondered… Innie or Outie?

One of Max’s hungry cries woke us up at 2 or 3 a.m. (I can’t remember now) but I do remember it was my shift. (As a side-note, Trish generally takes the 10pm-2am shift, and I take the 2-6am shift.) So, it was my turn when Max’s wail brought me out of slumber.

I groggily grabbed his changing bag, a bottle of milk, and headed out into the dark living room to leave Trish dreaming away. Max needed to be changed so I laid him out on the marble seating area surrounding the fireplace, and got to changing him.  As I was swapping diapers, I heard a patter of a small object falling, but in the dim light I couldn’t see what it was, assuming something fell out of his changing bag. (You’ve probably guessed it by now, huh?)

With Max now clean, dry, stuffed with milk, and passed out cold, I headed back to bed.

The next morning, I was changing him again and to my surprise I noticed his belly was nice and smooth with no umbilical nub! I checked his onsie and sleep-sack and couldn’t find the nub.  Then a small bell rung in my memory, and sure enough… Max’s little umbilical cord nub was lying on the fireplace surround.

Smiling, I showed Trish. Our little boy had what I had originally ordered: The most adorable “innie” I’ve ever seen.

A Kick in the Head

August 2nd, 2012

It’s been great fun (and with a small amount of fascination) that I watch and feel little Max get more and more active. We read recently that about this time, I might be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat. So, one evening as I was chatting with Max (and not getting much of a response), I thought maybe I should try to hear his heartbeat. I put my ear to Trish’s belly, and didn’t hear anything except her breathing and perhaps my own heartbeat.

I think Max (the sneaky bugger) was waiting for this moment, and swiftly roundhouse kicked Trish’s womb, and my head just on the other side of it.

Ain’t That a Kick in the Head…

The Great Baby-Guessing Game

July 18th, 2012

I think early on Trish and I both agreed that we’d like to know the sex of the baby. Yes, it does take some of the surprise out of it, but I think with all the planning and preparing it’s just better to know up-front. So while we knew we wanted to know, we wanted to make it special, and that’s when Trish found out about baby gender-reveal parties.

What the heck is a baby reveal party? Turns out, it’s pretty darned cool.