Tuesday, July 28, 2009

First Flight


I am pretty sure the Wright brothers weren't as anxious over their first flight as I was over Luke's. We had a late afternoon flight, which was our first mistake. In all the excitement of getting ready and packing and double checking our packing, Luke missed his afternoon nap. I had hoped that meant he would sleep on the flight...



It started off ok. He was totally engrossed in everything and everyone on the plane. He would crawl over me to look out the window, then he would crawl over me to get to Alex who had the SkyMall catalog, which is quite tasty apparently.

Take off was fine. He didn't fuss at all and actually fell asleep by the time we were able to move about the cabin. I thought we had it made. Figured he'd just sleep the entire way. Smooth sailing for us! Then after 25 minutes, he woke up. And he shouldn't have woken up and he knew that. He wanted to go back to sleep, but there was just too much to see. That's when the shouting started. Not crying. Not screaming. Just random shouting. He also refused to sit still, which was beyond fun. Somewhere over Colorado I believe, the clawing at our faces started. It was as though he wanted to claw out our eyeballs. Good times. And the shouting continued.
While there was no crying from Luke, I cried on three separate occasions. Not sobbing and not really even sad crying. It was the crying where the tears just fall and you can't do anything about it. They were a mix of tears of guilt for not making sure he got a nap. Guilt for not planning an earlier flight. Guilt over becoming "that parent on the plane that can't keep their kid under control"-I was always irritated with that person. Guilt over disowning him on three separate occasions and handing him over to Alex with that "you take him" tone. I don't think I have ever been so anxious and frustrated in my life- and for those who experienced my pregnancy with me, know that is saying a lot! I felt like I was going to die if I didn't get off that plane.

Landing, much like takeoff was fine. He was quiet and sat still, eyes fixated on the window. After barely surviving my personal hell and trying not to make eye contact with any of the other passengers, the people in front of us turned around and said "She was such a good baby!!" and went on and on about what a good baby we had and how well behaved he/she was. Then the people around us chimed in on how good he was. Two things about that shocked me 1. "She"!! Really? He has never been confused for a girl. He looks so boyish. And he had on his "Handsome like daddy" shirt...whatever. 2. "good"!!?? Seriously, were we on the same flight? Wasn't it the back of your chair he kicked for about an hour straight? Alex and I just stared at each other. It was like a Twilight Zone episode. I wanted to cry again over the guilt of disowning my child for behaving so "good". Are my standards too high? How will he ever survive childhood, let alone high school if I expect perfection? How much will his therapy bills cost me? So I increased my Zoloft dose in preparation for the flight home. Which by the way was fantastic! It was a morning flight. He slept for an hour and a half and then ate snacks and flirted with the girls behind us. He was indeed a wonderful traveler on the way home!
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Monday, July 27, 2009

San Diego

Luke and I had fun doing our favorite past time, People watching!

Luke had some much needed and wonderful time with Auntie Amy and Uncle Paul
Fun with Grandpa
Fun with Grandma too!
And Grandma having fun with Luke. Someone get this woman a granddaughter pronto!! But how pretty would his sister be? Adorable.

The best Red Velvet cake I have ever had. My father-in-law and I ordered since it said "for two". Six people ate off of this cake for two nights! Heaven...red velvety heaven.
Grandma and Auntie Amy at Del Coronado for dinner, B.R.V. (Before Red Velvet, that is how I will tell time from now on)

Wing Man

We had lots of fun at the Aerospace Museum. Luke was adorable per usual.






No Beach Bunny Here

Much like swimming pools and grass, Luke hated the beach. He hated the sand. He hated the cold Pacific water. And, he hated his parents who put him in both.
Oh the humanity!!

He kept his feet in the air in an attempt to prevent them from touching the water. It was almost sad, and I'm sure under all of our laughter, there was sadness.

Comic-Con

I must say Comic-con was a pretty good time. If nothing else, the sheer number of people, of all ages, from all over that came to experience it was impressive. Of course in my attempt to get everything possible into the diaper bag, I forgot his X-wing fighter uniform as we scampered out the door. Sadness. He would have been the only x-wing baby! There were plenty of adult ones. Luke enjoyed seeing all the people and wasn't afraid of anyone!




There were TONS of people!

Luke narrowly escaped the Storm Trooper!


And now for a public service announcement: Kids, don't play with guns. Unless you are trying to escape Storm Troopers and get off the Death Star.

We also got to see some famous people like:
Adam WestAnd the Hulk, Lou Icannotspellhislastname.

And Luke had a good time meeting more of his family members likeHis twin sister Princess Leia, who lets be honest, has let herself ago a bit. I'm not judging, I'm just sayin'...

And his father!And the man I can only wish was his father.
It was a great time that left us all a bit exhausted! (Big thanks to Auntie Amy for getting him to sleep amongst all that chaos! Even if it was for only 30 minutes)
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

No Words Necessary

love him

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Lots & Lots


This sweet little boy has not been feeling well lately. Lots of high fevers. Lots of rashes. Lots of medicines. Lots of tears (for both of us). Lots of sleepless nights (for all three of us). Lots of rocking to sleep. Lots of missed work. Lots of worrying. Lots and lots of snuggle time. If only he would let me snuggle him all the time-it's not as much fun when he does it because he doesn't feel well.
But we're getting better, see!

Lots of toothy grins! Lots of love for this little guy.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Fame

Last week, Luke and I had a most enjoyable lunch at Chick-Fil-A with Molly, Noah and Ainsley (future Mrs. Tobia). During said lunch, Luke did his usual staring intently at people, especially small children. This boy is an eavesdropper that would make his Great Grandma Norma proud! I must work on his social etiquette. I'm okay with eavesdropping, just not so blatant.

A lovely woman seated in a booth with children around her, stared back with a friendly smile. Much to my surprise, this woman says "Is his name Luke?" . Now this caught me a bit off guard. Luke and I don't venture too far out of our circle of friends. So why would this stranger know my child? Turns out she is a neighbor of Miss Angel and sees him when they are playing outside. I thought that was kinda cute.

We returned to our meal and I casually mentioned to Molly that I figured she recognized him from my blog. It's at this point that Molly unleashes a rather loud "Ha!". Like my statement truly amused her. It wasn't a courtesy giggle or even a slightly amused chuckle at my little joke. It was a harsh and hurtful explosive sound. Like it is totally impossible that someone out of my "circle of friends" even reads my blog. Thanks Molly, you're a good friend! I'll have you know I have one "follower" of my blog. I haven't checked to see who it is, mainly out of fear that it is you.

This one's for you Grandparents

Monday, July 13, 2009

What did you say?

In the past two days I have heard my darling husband utter two statements I never thought I would hear.

The first : "I wonder if that brown smudge on my foot is chocolate or poop." Bless his heart for wondering out loud. It lead to a much needed gigglefest for me.

The second :"When I come home from work tonight, I expect the house to be a mess and you to be well rested." He's a smart man for saying this given I was up more than half the night rocking his (alleged) baby. It's still nice to know that I have permission to lay on the couch with a box of Cheez-Its and a diet coke while periodically napping instead of doing dishes or nonsense like that!

Ah, how I love that Zombie killing man of mine!

And now a picture of Luke so that I am not in trouble with the grandparents for a post without a picture of him. This is what most of our weekend looked like. Poor guy!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Naughty...and then nice

I have a naughty boy - or maybe he's just curious. Either way, he's a lot of work now!

Here he is figuring out he can squeeze between the end table and the wall
on his way to the ONLY outlet in our living room that actually has something plugged into it!
Naughty.
Here he is in his new favorite spot. That is, until he starts hitting his head. Not so much naughty, but not so smart.

On his way to a new favorite toy, the DVD player.
Naughty.
Here he is removing the pipe insulation from the fireplace and playing with it.
Naughty.


And then eating it. Is it more dangerous to suffer a head injury on a fireplace or ingesting pipe insulation? Again, not so much naughty, but not so smart.
Even with all the attention this curious boy requires, he still has moments of sweetness that are just plain nice.

When Grandparents Babysit

It all started out harmless enough. A nice evening hanging out at Grandma & Grandpa's house.
And then there was a bath...


...and apparently a salon session. He totally can pull this do off!
And let's not forget a 9:30 bedtime. They had fun and isn't that all that really matters? Plus Alex and I got an evening out. Thanks!