Sunday, August 21, 2005

Guilty measure

Yes, we did. We let him do it. For over a week now. We gritted our teeth. I cried most of the time. But we did it. We're doing it. Its getting there. He went from 12 on average to 14.5. 7:30-7:30. 3 naps a day that are getting longer. Getting there. Almost there. Just gotta hang on and believe. That it is good for him. I've seen him change. From fussy to happy. From restless to quiet observation. Still loving. Still sweet. But not to categorically rationalize, yes, I don't know if there is an effect on him that is latent.

Yes, we let Arto cry it out. No more swaddling. Separate beds. Let Arto learn to soothe himself to sleep. Rock him and hold him when he's tired. Let him know we're here. But lay him down and let him do the rest.

At almost 5 months, we were sleep deprived, short with each other, and getting miserable. Not good for Arto. So far, its been hard for us to adjust our own bed time. But like I said, its getting there. I've been sleeping at midnight when Bill went away. No reason to stay up. I just have to keep on doing that. No 3 am bedtimes for me. It doesn't work. I have to learn how to nap when the bobo naps (or at least lay down, close my eyes and rest -- Bill is better at this than I am). We have to go through change too. Not just Arto. And there's the rub, I guess. For it to work, we have to change with him. We have to. We can't let this process go to waste. Arto's efforts go for naught. That is when it would not be fair. Everyone has to change their sleep. That is what a baby requires. One important thing that has to change.

Saturday, August 20, 2005


Is what I need. I have three. The fourth is coming. And I want two more.

I know I'm not the worst. Justine has 8, according to Ibrahim.

But I just spent two hours at The Baby Wearer instead of taking a nap when Arto's napping. All the pretty slings. Hotslings, Oopa Baby slings, Taylor Made slings, Patapums and SoulbabyNYC. Fresh (as Bill would say). Not to mention Lillebaby -- which is not a sling or pouch but is still a way to carry a baby (true to its Nordic origins, its minimalist multifunction). Wow, the Oopas are so, so pretty but way expensive. Taylor Mades -- the silk ones -- are very pretty too and cost less. Patapums I want to try when Arto is older and I think Bill will like it. And Souldbaby is this mama who just wanted a ring sling that didn't look boring. Hotslings have great prints. Justine (attachment parent extraordinaire) got me into it.

I have a wrap that Tina made, which I love. It requires some time to put it on but once you get the hang of it, I think its better than a Bjorn. I've gotten asked so many times where I got it ("an artist in PA made it for me."). Its black, it has sequins. Disco sling.

I have a Maya Wrap -- it took a while to get used to but now I have mastered it. Its good because its quick to put on. I think its better now that Arto is bigger and can hold his head up. When he was smaller, he sort of got lost inside it. I can carry him on my hip or kangaroo style. Its more organic looking than the wrap and I've been stopped on the street a lot too. The best part is, I can use it well into toddlerhood.

Then there's the utilitarian Bjorn. I use this when I want to carry Arto face front. He likes it. Bill uses this one. Its not pretty but it works.

I just bought a Hotsling. Its a pouch not a sling so it will probably take some getting used to again. I never buy regular clothes anymore. What's the point? If it doesn't get puked and spittled on three seconds after you wear it, it will get covered by the sling anyway.

There's been so many articles written about it already so I won't go on and on. But carrying Arto just makes him (and me) happier. I love having him near me. I do walk him his stroller -- especially right before sunset when the sun is low -- he loves looking up at the sky and trees. I get tons of wiggles and kicks whenever we pass under a tree.

The Baby Wearer has a number of articles on wearing your baby. And while I would not consider myself strictly practicing it, as well as Dr. Sears' website talks about its benefits.

Our neighborhood, Carroll Gardens (a place going through its personal baby boom) in the afternoon is a traffic of baby slinging moms and dads. And moms check out each other's slings. So funny. I mean, strollers are strollers unless you have a Bugaboo or Stokke, maybe. But slings. Well, for moms, they are what shoes used to be for them before Scholl's became more practical than Choos. Now instead of shoe envy there's sling envy.

So to all my friends, come over, gather round. Let me know that I have gone overboard and should not get any more. I have enough. Control myself. Remove Babywearer from my bookmarks. Right.

Well, I'll get over it....Right after I get my Cinnabar Soulbaby sling. Just one more. I promise. Mama has to look fresh because Arto looks fresh all the time. Hard to keep up with the little critter.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Arto wins again

The sign was made by cousin Sky last year.

Monday, August 15, 2005


I have not posted any images up until now so I am going to now compress some images in more or less of a chronological order. dad

Saturday, August 13, 2005

shleepy shleeep sleep

well its been a while since I have posted. I have been shooting some video of arto eating bananas and rice cereal and mumbling about the challenges of babydom. leah and I have been dealing with his sudden shift in sleepin gpatterns back to waking up every hour or every other hour and waking us up as well to get him fed and comfort him. this week we hit a wall with his sleep patterns and have been rebooting the little critter with way early to bed, consistent latenight feeding times and the big one, a seperate room from mommy and daddy. we also time ourselves before responding to his protest cries. it is neve racking but we are up to it other wise I fear we would all be in a haze of fatigue. we also are switching off more regularly whereas before it was all about the mammary glandulations now I am a bottle weilding freak of a daddy. I love to sing to Arto and I have made up different songs for him including dirges and laments proclaiming in a sincere baritone the pain and suffering of poor little arto.. if only I had a pint of guiness and a bagpipe it would be complete. then there is the little daily happy songs about silly things.. I sing and dance and he laughs and laughs. I love hearing him laugh so much. I also really try and broaden his horizons as to whats possible to do. I hang him upside down and rotate him 360 degrees. He is amazed and excited by these moves and anticipates my next go round by kicking and wiggling and grinning. of course I can see mommy get a bit nervous but when he laughs there is nothing else to say. little bobo we call him for short. the names keep evolving though. muncher, meatball, chunk of meat, pooper, poopinski, poopinator,it goes on ad nauseum. this little boy is grabbing left and right and is working on pushing a snaggle tooth through those bright red little gums. one thing thats changed about me is that now I think about his future. I just found out that Perthes is congenital and that the doctors used to think it wasnt which is what I ws told. Now I am part of a Perthes survivor group and am caught up on the very latest. it is a remote possibility but worrisome no less. we are all going to scotland and finland soon whcih should make things interesting for his schedule. We are on it already .. researching traveling with baby. ok its bedtime now. Im actually going to sleep at 1050pm on a saturday night. The little man has me all changed up.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

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A lot of changes for the family.

It all started when Arto turned four months. Mommy had her first haircut in over a year. We hired a babysitter to take care of him in the afternoons so that we can get some work done. Its still rough as Arto tries to get used to her and she tries to get to know his little idiosyncracies. Swaddle and bounce. Swaddle and bounce. And not just any bounce. Bounce a certain way. So we're not getting as much done as we hoped. But we're thinking its like when lola came. The first week was rough but then they got used to each other and it was smoother sailing.

Another big change is that daddy went away for the first time. Bill went to Mexico to perform. Almost four days without daddy. It was mommy and Arto bonding time. It was fun but we definitely missed daddy.

Arto also crossed some growth stage because his sleep patterns abruptly changed. He used to sleep almost through the night with one wakeup to eat. But suddenly, he was waking up so much more. Like he reverted to his infant habits. Well...we realized that he just needed more food now and was waking up because the breast milk was just not doing it anymore.

Last week saw even more changes.

Bill and I took turns waking up at night for Arto. More sleep for me.

More importantly though....Arto ate his first solid food! We made a little rice cereal. I tried to feed him in little bites but he would grab the spoon the shovel the whole mess into his mouth! No little bits of food mommy! Bring it on! And last night, Bill fed him mashed bananas which he loved.

Mr. Big boy, who used to hate being on his belly tolerates it better. What's more, is that he is actually making little mini push-ups. And he is trying to sit-up so badly. When he's reclined he tries so hard to push himself up on a sitting position and get utterly frustrated when he can't. This morning, he sat up and supported himself on his arms for so long. Wow.

We got him his "high chair" yesterday too. The kind that attaches to the table. I'm so excited to feed him other food. Next up is mashed avocado. Not so sweet. Very nutritious. And then maybe some sweet potato.

He's also Mr. Curious now. Looks around more. Because of it, he likes his stroller now. Only when its not sunny, though. Because he hates having the shade on. He likes seeing the sky. And trees. Loves trees.

Oh, Mr. Arto. What will you do next?