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A Year and A Christmas

Li’l A was too li’l back in 2010 to really understand this whole Christmas thing. And, he was still a bit too li’l in 2011 to get very excited about it. But he did pretty well with the unwrapping part:

There was a lot of change over the past year. A year ago, Atticus couldn’t even crawl yet! I hardly remember those days. And then, suddenly, he could crawl. Which led to the few days we spent in hospital.

I actually don’t want to write very much about that experience. That he fell down some stairs, that we were utterly terrified, and that it all worked out okay in the end is probably to say enough. It was a nightmarish experience. More enduring is my eternal sympathy and respect for parents with sick children.

Then there was a whole period of time when he was pretty much constantly falling over as he mastered walking, and climbing. He climbed everything. He liked to throw his hands up in victory when he finally ascended to the peak. Sometimes he’d dance up there. Given his earlier fall, this sort of behaviour made me very nervous. And I’ll admit to hovering perhaps a bit too close.

Nowadays, he’s really quite talented in his walking and running and climbing. He’s even started walking up and down stairs holding the handrail.

Atticus in 2011

Atticus in 2011 (click to enlarge)

Both J and I started new jobs in 2011, as well. And the months flew by. We went to quite a few weddings and celebrations. And then J graduated with her Masters’ degree. Li’l A didn’t take well to sitting still for a couple of hours, but he did wave to his mother before needing to be led away to the car for a nap. J and I also attended (what will probably be) the last annual Mess Dinner for my reserve uni: if having Atticus (or these grey hairs) didn’t already have me feeling old, realizing that I’ve been in the reserves for 17 years would do it. Oh, where has the time gone?

And we spent the last two months buying, selling, and moving homes. Moving is just about the last thing in the whole world I enjoy doing. So I’ve tried to enjoy the fact that this will be our last move EVER. It has all we need, with a great yard and deck. And it backs a school, and a park with two playgrounds, a wading pool, a sledding hill, baseball diamonds, soccer/football fields, and an ice rink. I’m sure we’ll get our tax-dollars worth out of them!

Although it was a whirlwind 99% of the time, I think we managed to get the better of 2011, in the end. Look out 2012: here we come!

The New Maison de Mowat

The New House

The Worrying

I’d figured the worrying had gone away, more or less. Originally, I’d begun worrying pretty much the moment A was born. The worrying was mostly about how to keep him alive. How to not let him get too cold/hot. How to feed him enough. How prevent him from falling or from things falling on him. Clothing, blankets, bottles and wraps all constituted a potential danger.

Gladly, I grew out of that as A grew himself.

But then he got a cold.

Sick lil AAnd he had problems sleeping because he wasn’t used to breathing through his mouth when his nose got plugged up.

Then he got an eye infection too.

And so he was rubbing his eyes and rubbing his ears.

And I couldn’t do much except worry.

But now he is mostly over all of this.

But now he is also moving around a lot more, sitting and rolling (although no crawling yet) and sticking toys in his mouth. Now I’m reassessing the dangers of everything. In short, our house is a deathtrap. Okay, well, maybe not a deathtrap, but certainly there are lots of things left to make baby-safe.

Of course, he’s eating food now, too. So there is the constant danger of choking.

But now I’m reading about all the potential toys out there packed full of lead or something called “phthalates” (which looks ominously like a Lovecraftian word).

And thus the worrying has spun itself up again. So I need to come up with some coping mechanisms.

I think I found one.

And basically it comes down to this new rule: please don’t give my kid any toys/food/germs.

We cool?

Learning to Eat, Learning to Sleep

Here’s recent video clip of A eating from a bottle:

He’s actually pretty good at it.

Sleeping on the other hand needs some work. Apparently, there’s this whole “Four Month Sleep Regression” phenom.

Here’s a pretty accurate description, from the Daily B:

I’ve traveled in enough mom circles to know about this phenomenon called the 4-month sleep regression. Something about how round-about 4 months old, babies leave their newborn deep-sleep patterns behind and enter a more adult-like sleep cycle of light sleep followed by deep sleep, REM, or whatever.

So, you nurse your little bub to sleep, or rock him to sleep, and lay him down thinking he’s asleep, but really he’s only barely asleep. And his little eyes flutter open and he looks around and he’s like “WHOA, now where did that nipple go?!” And he cries. Because his world has essentially been turned upside down. In his mind, you might as well have swaddled him in a ratty blanket and left him out on the front stoop.

So yeah. That pretty much describes Atticus these days.

Sleepy A

A much more thorough examination of the “fourth-month sleep regression” is offered up at Ask Moxie, here’s an excerpt:

I actually think regression is a complete misnomer for several reasons. First, it implies that babies’ sleep progresses in a linear fashion, with better sleep each week until the fateful day at which they sleep all the way through every single night. To put it mildly, that isn’t true. Secondly, it indicates that it’s a negative trend, when in reality it’s just a reaction to things cooking on other levels.

I think the reason the “4-month sleep regression” is such a big deal is that babies wake up a lot in the few weeks it takes while they’re working on the 19-week spurt, and then once they’ve gone through that spurt they only have a week or two (if that) of respite before they start prepping for the 26-week spurt. So it’s kind of one long stretch of bad sleep and cranky moods during that stage of your baby’s life.

So many different books and blogs, so many different opinions.

If you read this whole post in order to find my insightful conclusions here at the bottom, I’m sorry to disappoint: I have none. We’re just going to try and manage the best we can given the mish mash of differing opinions on sleep theory that we have.

The Child or the Dog

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If it’s not one, it’s the other. Lol. Regarding the messy expulsion of fluids that is.

A had some immunization shots yesterday. We braced for a difficult night. But he wasn’t too bad actually.

Instead, it was retching of Nigel the Puggle that awakened me at two in the morning. Poor dog. Something didn’t sit well in his stomach. It didn’t sit well on the carpet either. So out comes the carpet cleaner and stain remover…at two in the morning.

This is the life, right?

The First Father’s Day

Not really impressed.

I realize I’ve been remiss in providing updates to Newdad. As you can imagine, there’s a lot going on right now.

Well, here’s a recent photo of A. It’s about three seconds before he started crying, I think. So, yeah, he does look a little sad.

But you can see how big he’s getting. J is having him weighed tomorrow, and I’m expecting 14lbs or so. At least, that’s what my sore muscles are telling me.

For my first Father’s Day as a father, I spent a great weekend with J & A. My mother watched A on Saturday night, so J could surprise me with a trip to the horse races! J’s winnings more-or-less equaled my losses. And we had a great time. And Sunday was a great day (one of the first in Saskatoon this summer) for working in the yard, as well as strolling through the huge park nearby.

Little A received some Riders’ attire – and I received a Riders Jersey: just in time for the start of the season!

So that’s a quick update.

Stay tuned.