Friday, July 25, 2014

Getting Interesting

"Don't worry about him being upset. He is just playing you guys for fools." Words from a wise mother coaching my wife and I to take the next step (we have done well laying the foundation) to crib train our baby and not caving too soon by letting him sleep in our king size master bed after he awakens in the middle of the night.

"Oh my god they're making us look like major sissies!" Words from my wife when multiple friends of ours detailed their crib training experiences. Of course her quote has been censored.

I like to believe we are firm with our baby. We speak direct. We go about our day on a relative straight forward regimen. But in the world of crib training, apparently our feet aren't exactly stomping the ground. Last night, we changed our behavior. Gunner was very upset he had to sleep in his crib, slept 4 hours in his crib, woke up very upset, we consoled him briefly in intervals which was not what he wanted even though it kept him somewhat calm for about an hour, then he slept another 4 hours in his crib til morning. Success? Maybe. He slept for two long periods in his crib. Success. But he didn't put himself back to sleep at 2am though. Fail. And the hour before each 4 hour sleep was the poor child being ripped through the torture and agony of no master bed, no grand family gathering to rest, no "the usual night's sleep", no none nobody at all...just him and his thoughts like solitary in prison. Fail.

So will tonight or the next few nights be better? One can only hope.

From 4 weeks to 4 months...getting big...
 First trip to the museum...
 Gunner's first time truly petting one of the dogs...Maggie was very sweet...
 He is starting to pretend to hold his bottle for 10-15 seconds before poking himself in the eye with it...
 First solid foods...sweet potatoes...
 Taking over Dad's job and office....he can have it...Don't know if St. Margaret's and St. Luke's are ready...

Thursday, July 17, 2014

A New Normal

I find it amazing how tough life can be as we get older.

Last week, a close friend of ours lost her brother unexpectedly, a feeling I am all too familiar with. And it is hard to find comfort when such sadness happens to a family so sweet. I deeply wish them the best. He was a great guy and will always be remembered as such but it is never something to get over or deal with. It is one of those moments that creates a new normal in which we live our lives. And the new normal is never as good as the old one. All we can do is love those we still have and try not to let our hurt or pain effect our ability to love and enjoy all we still have...

This past week we also spent a lot of time with close friends who we haven't seen as much as post-Gunner and some friends in from out of town with their super handsome 1 and half year old. It is so great seeing them and also seeing what Gunner will act like in a year. It also is a sad reminder when good friends live away how much you wish everyone lived together and we could see each other all the time. Growing old and raising kids should be done with all the people you love. Doing it without them is just not as special or as much fun. Lucky for us, we do have a lot of close friends still in town and even one with a baby, Maddox, that Gunner can grow up and have a good bro-mance with as well as some wonderful older kids of friends of ours as Gunner gets a little bigger, he can be the little brat trying to keep up. So while we are extremely lucky and better off than most, we do still miss those that live far away who we wish to see on a regular basis, especially those with some of the cutest kids who we would just love Gunner to grow up and have a close relationship with... his cousin Carter in Oregon, his cousins in DC Mia Amy Henry and Andrew, his cousin Drew in Louisville, the Wessel kids Hunter and Grayson...all super adorable...

But that's not how life works. There is only so much we can control and for those things we can't control, we have just have to figure out how to live with what the universe decides to dish out around us. That is always easier said than done...

Choices...



Lounging in the pool with his bro Maddox and Uncle Cullan...

And maybe one too many adult beverages...

  

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Another Beach Weekend

So to celebrate the 4th of July, we decided to go to beach again. I love the beach. My wife loves the beach. Of course, I found it much enjoyable when I was more physically active and fit. Now I dangerously mirror the old sloppy saggy out of shape rednecks that hover the Gulf Shores beaches like wounded boars sweating awkwardly and wobbling around inappropriately adding zero value to the visual and audible experience of the beach getaway...Luckily, my ginger son is equally as pale and flabby as me these days so I feel upset but not lonely in this regards.

But as for the beach, it was fun but with a newborn ginger, we spend a grand total of an hour in the sun before he must go back indoors to his dracula crypt awaiting his next feeding. The sun drains him like cryptonite on Superman and ruins, yes ruins, his next 12 hours routine. He loves going outside but in small doses, 15 minutes here and 20 minutes there. Anything over 45 minutes and you might as well as call child protective services because he wants the world to know there has a been great injustice against him.

Pale and flabby?!?!?


 Indoor fun...
 With Mom, Cousin Drew, Aunt Kendall...