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Friday, May 29, 2009

Bonus Post

Happy bath! Oh miracle of miracles!

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Six Month Savvy

Still growing, after all these months. We went to the doctor this week--Adam is 18 pounds, 11 ounces, and 28.2 inches long. He's above the 90th percentile for height, around 75th for weight, holding pretty steady. His head size has gone up a bit, toward the 90th percentile.

He's scooting around purposefully and sometimes troublingly--some of the corners he's getting into now are hard to vacuum. He still loves to play with my hardcover books, chat with the puppet, and stand up with a lot of help. His favorite book is Bear Snores On, which I already know by heart (this rendition made it a favorite of mine long ago). He eats oatmeal, rice cereal, carrots, peas, green beans, applesauce, pears, and bananas. He hates avocado, as you all know by now.

He's Superbaby. We are very fond of him and plan to keep him.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Okay, So the Avocado Thing Is a "No."

I wish I had photos of this for you.

So this morning, I tried introducing Adam to avocados for the second time. The first time didn't go over so well, but it was the first non-cereal food we tried with him, so I had hoped that now that he eats about six other foods, he'd be more willing to try it. Also, I have a better idea now how mashed up his food needs to be--I think it was too lumpy for his new eating abilities last time.

So this morning, I made him a quarter of an avocado, mashed up and thinned out with a little formula. How could this fail? Who could not like avocado? (Mom doesn't count--her feelings about food texture are very complicated. Marsha either--I can't even parse her complicated eating rules.) Seriously, who?

So: he takes a spoonful and grimaces. This is okay--he grimaces at the first spoonful of anything, often even things he's eaten before and enjoyed. So, another spoonful--another wincing grimace. Imagine eating a food you don't like and make a face. That face is what I got. Again, this is standard--one grimace for familiar foods, two for new ones. Even yummy ones like applesauce.

So I switched over to the oatmeal for a few bits, just to give him something familiar and get him into the groove of the breakfast. For these, I get his standard baby-bird gape-mouth, which is cute--it's a tranquil expression that says, "I'm thinking about something else right now, but if I open my mouth you'll put food in it, and that will be nice to gum on while I think my important thoughts."

Back to the avocado. This bite gets into his mouth and I get another grimace--but this one both sad and skeptical. "Why are you doing this to me? Are you sure this is food?" He watched me spoon another bite up and offer it to him. His eyebrows drew together and he looked at me pathetically, anxiously. "Do we have to?" He kept his mouth closed for a long minute, and then, still looking pathetic, opened it a tiny crack. "If you're going to make me, I'll eat it. I'm sure you know what's best, but I have to say I'm not convinced of that right now. Seriously, can't we please reconsider?"

Honestly, if he'd really fought me, I'd probably have fought back. But that sad little open mouth, going along with me in spite of his fondest wish not to eat any more avocado--well, I respect that. I opened a container of applesauce, and I guess I'm having avocado for lunch tomorrow. Adam, meanwhile, will be having peaches.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Meet Our Unlicensed Muppet

Mike and I made a hand puppet. Adam LOVES it.

The puppet doesn't have a name yet, but Adam wants to chat with it all the time.

I need to take a better picture of the puppet itself, but we haven't finished the face yet. Adam's okay with that--the instant I put the temporary felt eyes on with Scotch tape, he started laughing, and has barely stopped since.
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Monday, May 25, 2009

More New Hobbies, and a Few New Tricks

I have to admit, when Grandma gave Adam a bunch of 6 month toys at Christmas. "He's one month old," I thought. "He won't be six months old for AGES!"

And poof, here we are. So we broke out the first couple of things--a shape sorter and an inflatable punching bag penguin. The shape sorter is actually getting a lot of rotation, but the penguin was an instant hit.

It has a clear tummy with three balls rattling around. He can't quite figure out why he can't get at the balls, but he likes to try.

We need to get another ball for him. He really likes them!

In other new tricks, I made what might be the mistake of offering him a sip of water from my glass. This instantly became his new favorite hobby.

The photos don't do justice to his enthusiasm with which he grabs at the glass and presses his jaw to it. Then he's not sure why he isn't getting water yet. But he doesn't understand enough about physics to know that you need to tilt the glass, or, in fact, to even not fight me when I try to tilt it. Eventually, though, I get the water near his mouth, and he laps at it like a puppy, mostly backwashing into my glass.

It's freaking adorable.
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Friday, May 22, 2009

6 Month Birthday!

I thought these photos came out better, but we'll see if there are better to be had today. But for now, His Bigness and the Snowy Bear!

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Adam's New Hobbies

We've spent today working on Adam's new favorite things to do. He's quite the Renaissance man! He's passionate about literature....

...and standing up.

Literature is the big one. I have too many library books out (as usual) and he's become fascinated with my novels. Especially the ones with shiny new plastic covers. He wants to open them, turn them over, read them, eat them. He'll crawl across the room or right over my face, as he has proven this morning, for a shiny new cover. Just like his mama.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

The Worst Bath Ever

Some few of you may know that there was a time when I kept track of my worst showers. This wasn't hard--it was a list of two, and they were really awful. I can no longer remember what number 1 was, but number 2 was the time at my friend's house in New York when, in separate incidents during the same shower, I fell in the tub and bruised my knees AND broke the faucet--which was not only embarrassing, but resulted in blazing hot water pouring down on me with all the force of (forgive me, Linden) the Minnicks' UBERPRESSURE.

I really wish I could remember what incident kept that as my second worst shower for so long.

Now, though, I can claim the distinction of being able to name my son's Worst Bath Ever. It took place this morning, and it failed not only in planning AND execution, but also in just plain luck. Let me tell you more.

I knew he needed a bath today, and I was planning to give it this afternoon, since we're going out for lunch. But at breakfast, he not only managed to get both fists into his mouth--which was full of pears and rice cereal at the time--but he also sneezed a mouthful of that same combination all over him, me, and everything nearby. After we both had a good laugh over that (well, I laughed over that; I think was laughing at me laughing), it seemed only reasonable to give him a bath now, rather than mop him up halfway and then scrub later.

So, Adam's not a big fan of baths. But my mom came up with a strategy that helps: put him in the bath in his clothes, then take them off in the water. Whatever the reason, it helps a little. Since I'd just gotten him dressed, I didn't want to ruin his outfit, so I put him in the sink in just his diaper. I gave him almost no warning--off with the outfit, plop in the sink--and startlement got me a few minutes of befuddled, slightly anxious calm. I scrubbed his feet and legs and hands and face (solving all the food-slobbering problem). Then I took off his diaper.

Here, things start to go awry. Luck and lack of planning meant that there was a big ball of poo in his diaper. I got it out of the sink and kept it in the diaper (mostly), but then I had to clean his bum. And he started to get antsy.

I'm going to spare you the details of this scene, except to say I mostly managed to pull it off (no pun intended). I did keep my head together enough to clean everything EXCEPT his bum first, and then his bum. That is all the info you really need.

Ah, but our story is not over yet. By this point (still poopy-bummed), he's starting to panic. And because he's Adam, he's not crying--no, he's grabbed my shirt and holding on for dear life, all the while making desperate eye contact. Picture a crazy guy in an old black and white movie grabbing someone's lapels and not letting go as our hero tries to pry him off. This is the grip he had on my shirt.

I had him standing in the sink at this point, since sitting in the water is the part he hates. And this is where I realized....wait for it....

The towel is in the living room.

So, to refresh--we're standing at the sink, desperate baby clinging to my front, not a towel to be found, surrounded by the remnants of a slightly poopy bath (recall: the poop stayed in the diaper. The bath was not corrupted.)

Eventually, I just sucked it up. I blotted him on the towel that lines the sink (the dry part) and let him drip his way across the room to the changing table. Finished cleaning him, dried him with the real towel, diapered, clothed. He never screamed once, and in fact laughed along with me in relief once I had him on the changing table. I put him on the floor and wiped up the drips in the kitchen, scrubbed everything that may have been poopy, and set up a load of laundry. So: baby's clean, clothes are getting washed, all's right with the world.

Is it wonderful or sad that I'm really, really proud of myself?

P.S. To potential future houseguests: all towels that were soiled today are dedicated towels. They serve no purpose but to sit under the baby's bum in the bath. You may shower here with impunity.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Pharoah Boy Redux

This one's for Marsha.

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Block Towers

Someday, when he's a little older and he can build his own block towers, I'm going to knock them down. Partly as a lesson on the transient nature of human achievement, but mostly out of revenge.

Sunday, May 17, 2009


This is the baby.

This is the baby on giggles.

Any questions?

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Saturday, May 16, 2009

Ah, The Great Outdoors

Adam spent his first time in the Real Outdoors on Friday. The weather was lovely and Marsha was over and I finished my work, so at about 4:00 (after the Bright Midday Sun that is Not Good for Babies), we went to sit in our teeny little backyard.

It was not love at first sit. Grass is prickly, after all. To be honest, I'm not sure what else there was to dislike about our teeny little yard. But dislike it mildly he did.

This is not a happy face. This is the face of someone who is barely tolerating the great outdoors and is not quite sure what he's supposed to do with it.

I think he'll fit right in around here. On the farm they'll teach him what he needs to know about nature. But for now, he has found the right family.
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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Marsha's Balance Beam Knee

Note that he's doing this sitting all by himself!
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

We Went to the Public Garden Today!

Nothing else really to say about it, I guess.

Addendum: Mike says he looks like a hobo baby in this picture. Does he look like a hobo to you?
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Monday, May 11, 2009

Our Day Thus Far

Adam slept from 9 till 11:30, so it's been a shortish day on his end. But here are our photos.

Finally, a pretty good one of the two of us.

And a super-close-up for his dad. Blurry, but still cute.

I must run; crying baby calls!
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Saturday, May 9, 2009

Super Baby and His Fans

Grandma and Gramps are visiting!

Adam is having way too much fun.

My gorgeous boys, Adam in his new blue hat. Thanks Charli!

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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Is it still Easter?

....'cause I see a whole lot of ham around here.

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Sunday, May 3, 2009

The Walk for Hunger!

A million thank yous to everyone who donated and made this Walk so worthwhile. Adam raised at least $100 more than I ever did by myself, so nice work, kiddo! Now, on to the incriminating photographs.

For Easter, Nana gave Adam the coolest pair of sunglasses ever worn by a baby. They have a velcro strap so they don't fall off. He didn't end up wearing them for long, since it wasn't too sunny and he had his awning up most of the time, but he definitely seemed to like them. I call this photo "Adam Tomasulo: Beyond Thunderdome."

This is the best picture I got of Adam as part of the action. There are tens of thousands of people at the walk, and when you catch a glimpse of the river of people moving past, it's pretty amazing. He was having a blast watching them all go by.

This is us near the beginning of the Walk. He finds the straps of his pouch to be delicious.

And here we are with Jolene, our walking buddy! We couldn't have done it without her--she did at least half the stroller work. She also earned an inhuman amount of money for food pantries and soup kitchens in Massachusetts. Go Jo!

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