Wednesday, October 15, 2014

The Frankie wears many hats

... literally.

Frank and I love playing dress-up with his mini-me, and we went a little overboard in purchasing hats for the fall and winter. It helps that Old Navy has the greatest selection of baby hats imaginable, and that Frank's younger brother works there and lets us know about all their great deals.

First we have what Frank calls the "little Gilbert" duffer cap (our family is a bit Anne of Green Gables-obsessed):

Frankie wears this hat to church (but not IN church) and for sunny walks around the neighborhood.

My favorite memory with this hat (so far) is the time Frankie and I were walking with some friends through Bridgeport and we spotted an elderly gentleman sitting on his front stoop... wearing the exact same duffer cap as my baby. It was awesome. When he saw Frankie, the grin on that old man's face was a mile wide.

Next we have Frankie's "trapper hat" aka "bear cub hat." I like to call it his Davy Crockett hat, but Frank insists that doesn't work since it's not a coonskin cap. Whatever, he totally looks like a snuggly little mountain man to me. When he wears this hat, I like to sing the Davy Crockett song with Frankie's name subbed in: "Frankie, Frankie Barber! King of the wild frontier!" (you know the one?)

My favorite memory with this hat (so far) is the time Frankie wore it when we went on a tour of Lakefront Brewery in Milwaukee. All of these tipsy frat boys were coming up to us yelling, "Dude! Awesome hat!!" It cracked me up. I also loved when the tour guide asked, "Is this baby's first brewery tour??" and Frank and I responded, "No... it's his second." We were a little proud of ourselves, not gonna lie.

And last but not least, we have Frankie's pumpkin hat. 

This one is his newest—Frank just bought it for him when we were in NJ over the weekend—but it already has sentimental value for a couple of reasons.

When Frankie was a tiny infant, about six weeks old, the very first time Frank made him laugh was by calling him "pumpkin." It was the cutest thing—Frank would give him this big grin and say, "Heyyy pumpkin!" and tiny Frankie would giggle and giggle. To this day, "pumpkin" is Frank's special nickname for him that always makes him laugh, so of course when Frank saw this pumpkin hat he had to buy it.

Also, back when Frank and I were engaged and living in Virginia, every Sunday at church we used to do "baby spotting" of the little ones sitting near us. We would always point out the cutest babies to each other and daydream about having a baby of our own someday. In particular, we always noticed this one baby boy who we dubbed "the pumpkin." His mother always wore him in a sling so that just his little head was visible, and since he had very chubby cheeks and bright orange hair, he did in fact look just like a little pumpkin. It's fun to remember those days now that we have a chubby-cheeked "pumpkin" of our own.

p.s. Happy feast of St. Teresa of Avila—my patron saint—today!

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Hitting pause for just a minute

This child. You are the light of my life and the joy of my heart, I whisper to him at least once a day. His father and I both dote on him absurdly. There are no words to describe the love and the happiness he brings us.

He turned five months old last Friday, and his latest nicknames are "Energizer Frankie" (bestowed by one of my mom friends after she witnessed him bouncing and kicking in great good humor until nearly 11 p.m. at an ND game watch) and "Tigger" (we sing him the Tigger song a lot, subbing in "The wonderful thing about Frankies..."). He is a high-energy baby, that's for sure. Everyone who sees him comments on it—that, and how big he is. Random elderly gentlemen at church or Sox games will ask his age and then say, "He's going to play linebacker for the Bears some day!" Yes, he's a big little guy, we know. Even though I clearly had nothing to do with his size, I can't help but beam with pride when people comment on it. One of my mom friends who also struggled to get started with breastfeeding said the other day, "I can't help but feel so proud when people comment on how big and strong my baby is—I almost feel like Almanzo Wilder exhibiting his prize pumpkin that he worked so hard to grow!" That cracked me up, since I must admit I sometimes feel the same way!

Here are some of my favorite things about my boy at five months:

He is very grabby these days, and curious about everything, so we have to make sure that our plates and glasses are far out of his reach when we're holding him at the table—but when I give him his own little glass, or hold up my water glass to his lips, all he wants to do is gnaw on the rim.

We've got a nice little bedtime routine going for him—Frank reads him some bedtime stories, and then I come in when he's good and tired to nurse him to sleep. While nursing in bed, he is constantly moving the arm he's not lying on—waving it in the air, grabbing onto my shirt, stroking my arm. It makes me laugh to see him, almost completely asleep, waving that little arm in the air. When he grabs my arm or face, as he likes to do, I melt.

He gets very bored during diaper changes and spends the whole time trying to roll over or twist backwards to examine whatever is near his head. We try to distract him with toys (like his pacifier, which he doesn't suck on but regards as a fascinating artifact, carefully examining it and then gnawing on the handle), but that lasts about 5 seconds before he is back to trying to roll over again.

I try to memorize his darling, perfect little body—his unbelievably soft and warm little fingers, his comically long toes and comically large thumbs, the fine fair hair on his little head. Every inch of him is unutterably precious.

His very favorite thing to do is, with our help, to stand up—on our laps, on the bed, on the table, on the floor—and he will support himself on his legs for an incredibly long time, occasionally bouncing up and down (hence "Tigger") or doing "squats". He loves standing so much that, when he's disgruntled, I ask him, "Do you need to stand it out?" and then I let him stand for a while and he gets happy again.

He is so close to sitting up. We can see it. He loves when he's lying on his back and we let him grab onto our thumbs so he can pull himself up to a sitting and then a standing position. He has great head control and lately has been trying so hard to sit up on his own, lifting his head and neck in a mini-crunch, but he's not quite there yet. His fine motor skills are getting better and it's interesting to watch him carefully manipulate his toys with his fingers, when just a few weeks ago he could only bat at them.

Yesterday I heard him waking up from his nap, so I went in to get him and found him enthusiastically trying to latch onto a pillow. I started laughing at the sight of him, whereupon he turned to look at me and, on seeing me laugh, started laughing loudly too. We stood there laughing at each other for a good 30 seconds. He always likes to be "in on the joke" and anytime the people around him laugh, he will laugh loudly as well, grinning up at our faces as though he knows exactly what's so funny. This child makes me laugh countless times a day.

He has "discovered his feet", as the baby books say. Starting about two weeks ago, he would stare at his feet constantly and try to grab them. He progressed to holding them all the time in a perfect "happy baby pose" (from yoga), and now he likes to stick them in his mouth. We laugh to see him munching happily on his feet every chance he gets. Yesterday he figured out how to pull off one of his socks for the first time—yikes.

He doesn't care much to be held by men, who are often loud and scary to him, but is generally completely content with women—the obvious exception being his father, who is absolutely his favorite person in the entire world, no question. Even the ladies at church will come up to us and comment, "That baby lights up around his father like he does around no one else!" It's true. Frankie becomes giddy with glee when Frank gets home and holds him, and if they are outside too (Frankie's favorite place)? Game over—that baby will smile without stopping, clutching his father's shoulder as he looks all around him and occasionally lets out little shrieks of glee. I love to see them together—"Big Frank" and "Little Frank", as the nurses at the hospital called them—the baby such a perfect carbon copy of his father. They crack each other up, playing, and sometimes I feel so happy when I look at them that it hurts and I have to look away.

Not that everything is perfect, of course. The little man was a truly dismal sleeper for his entire fourth month of life—as bad as the newborn stage, if not worse. After being miserable about it for a few weeks, I finally just accepted that this was the new normal. I need to work on being more quickly adaptable! But the night before he turned five months, he slept a five-and-a-half hour stretch again! That was so exciting, and since then his sleep has been getting better and better. I'm optimistic that we've turned a corner there. Oh, and also... he doesn't have teeth yet, but last week he decided it would be a really fun idea to start biting when he's supposed to be nursing. NOT okay. I'm not quite sure how to handle this, except to stop nursing when he does it, so any suggestions would be appreciated! Also, he has figured out how to pull off his cloth diapers with velcro tabs. Big problem. Why didn't I ever think of that when I was buying diapers?

Overall, though five months is so great. He is so much fun and makes friends everywhere he goes with his enormous smile. I wouldn't mind pausing time right now, at this very fun and adorable stage.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Thoughts on being spared


There's some kind of intense stuff about c-sections in this post so you may want to skip it if you're not up for that.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Guest post: Top Ten IKEA Products for Toddlers

I met lovely Nicole and her husband Tom when I lived in Virginia, where we bonded over the fact that they, like Frank and me, got engaged after knowing each other for less than a year (and then we followed in their footsteps again and had a baby less than a year after we got married too!). With their love for Montessori education, DIY projects, and swing dancing, let's just say they're my kind of crazy. I've really enjoyed following their marriage and parenthood adventures over on their blog, For Want of Wonder. Following up my recent post about favorite IKEA toys, Nicole put together a list of her favorites for slightly older children. Take it away, Nicole!

I’m very grateful to Tess for letting me jump on her blog and chat about some more IKEA stuff! When I read her post on IKEA baby items, I got so excited, because we’ve recently discovered all the awesome-ness of IKEA things for our one-and-a-half year old. Everything is cheap, good-looking, and so useful. Can’t beat it. We also try to incorporate some Montessori principles in our child-rearing, and a lot of IKEA’s stuff really seems to fit the bill here. Just be prepared to make your way through a crazy maze to find your treasures!

1. Latt Table and Two Chairs

We knew we wanted a little table for Lucy to do crafts, color, and eat the occasional snack. At $20 for the whole set, this super light-weight table is perfect. Because Lucy is still a tiny little firecracker, Tom actually cut down the legs of the chairs and table so that she can get in and out independently. And when she outgrows this one, we’ll just gladly drop another $20 for the regular size.

Here’s Lucy in her pared-down Latt chair/table

2. Sundvik Crib

We originally planned to do a floor bed for Lucy, a la Montessori, and so we purchased a Vyssa Sloa mattress from Ikea, their thinnest mattress. However, with the move and living at my parents for 6 months, a floor bed wasn’t the best option and she slept in a Pack ‘n Play the whole time. So now we’ve upgraded her from that awful, hard “mattress” to her Vyssa mattress in the Sundvik crib. The great things about it are that it is on the smaller side and doesn’t engulf the room, and also that it easily converts to a toddler bed, which we will do in the near future. (Also, far less expensive than convertible cribs you’ll find in baby stores).

3. Bekvam Stool turned into a Learning Tower (soon!)

Lucy’s at the age where she wants to “SEE!” everything we are doing, especially when we’re cooking. We plan to take this popular stool and use this Ikea hack to make a very affordable alternative to the Learning Tower.

4. Kallax Shelf

This four cube unit works really well in our family room as Lucy’s toy organizer. It keeps everything at her level, and also ensures that we only have the bare minimum out at a time, which reduces clean up for us and makes it less overwhelming for Lucy.

5. Tunnel

This one was a gift from my parents. It’s colorful and fun, and keeps Lucy busy for at least 5 minutes at a time. :) It also folds up super flat and compact for storage.

6. Stacking Rings

An affordable version of a very “Montessori”ish toy.


7. Light Blocking Shades

These are invaluable in a toddler’s room, I think. They are much cheaper than custom blinds, and were pretty easy to install (Tom did it alone, which involved holding the blinds up with his forehead, so “pretty easy” is my glib observation...he might say otherwise!).

8. Hamper

Lucy enjoys running to this little hamper and putting her dirty clothes in it. It’s small enough that she’ll be able to carry it down the stairs when she’s coordinated enough to do that (at which point I will also commission her with loading the washer and dryer and folding all the clothes…).

9. Spice Rack Book Shelves

We actually had to order these online, because they are so popular they regularly sell out at the store. We mounted them at varying heights so that Lucy can access books as she grows.

10. Owl Hooks

It’s just super cute! We hung it at Lucy’s level in her room, and she can hang up her little jackets and sweaters there.

We’ve also got a few other Ikea products in use for Lucy, like the small clear bowls, and their tiny glass tumblers, which make great toddler-sized tableware. (Lucy’s already broken one of each, so we’re a big fan of their cheap price tag!).

I love this great list, Nicole! I sent it to Frank and he already bookmarked the light-blocking shades to buy on our next trip. We also have a set of the tiny glass tumblers you mentioned (full disclosure, Frank also uses them as shot glasses for his homemade limoncello). Down the road, we plan to get the Latt table and chairs, spice rack bookshelves, and tunnel.

What would you get for your house off this list? I would love to hear reviews if you already have any of them. Any recommendations for awesome IKEA products we missed?

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Best birthday ever!

Frank planned a surprise party for me on Saturday night, telling me we were going out on a date that night to throw me off the scent, and strategically getting me out of the house all afternoon by having one of my friends schedule a cooking class for us that day. I'd never had a surprise party before, and it was AMAZING to have (almost) all of my dear friends gathered in one place. I loved it. After I got over the initial shock, I was so happy all night! I kept telling everyone, "I didn't think any birthday could ever top my 21st, but this one has!" (Just so we're clear—my 21st birthday was a Brideshead Revisited-inspired garden party with fancy hats and bow-ties and champagne. Not what you're thinking!)

I didn't get any pictures from the night (too busy trying to recover from the shock and then trying to circulate and talk to everyone), but Giedre made this awesome little video and said I could share it:

A few things I want to remember from that epic night...

Getting to introduce some of my pregnant friends to each other (finally!!!)

Getting to hold my friends' babies, while Frankie got passed from hand to hand like a hot potato (he was loving the attention!)

Catching up with friends I hadn't seen in a while

Fantastic food made by our friends and Frank... and my favorite red velvet cake

And the best part—at the end of the night, some of our friends who are in an Irish band pulled out their instruments (a mandolin, harmonica, and tin whistle that they just conveniently happened to have handy...) and played a bunch of great Irish and folk and Gospel music in our living room while the few remaining guests sang along. It felt magical. Frankie was enraptured with the music, and as he started to nod off, they played and sang "Go to sleep, little babe" until he was fast asleep. They joked that singing the baby to sleep was their birthday gift to me, but truly, the gift was having that beautiful music and singing in my very own living room. I told them they are welcome to bring their instruments over and practice in our living room any time! Live music, especially of the backyard singalong kind, is my very favorite thing in the entire world, so it was the absolute perfect ending to a perfect night.

I don't know how I can ever thank Frank enough for putting together such a thoughtful, delightful birthday surprise. He's the best. In spite of the baby's ongoing moodiness this month (I swear he is teething...), thanks to my husband, my 25th year is off to the greatest of starts.