Apparently Crawling is Overrated

We have a blanket laid out in the living room for our daughter’s tummy time. What never ceases to amaze me is how we can set her down on one end of the blanket and she manages to randomly end up on the other side when we look away for a few minutes. For a baby that doesn’t crawl, she gets around the room pretty well. I can’t believe two months ago, she was only rolling from her tummy onto her back. Now, she wiggles her way around the room and tries to snatch up her Momma’s coupons that get left on the floor. I never knew a baby could be so mobile without knowing how to crawl.

She is getting the hang of it though.

We started her on baby food and she loves it. She screams at us if we don’t feed her fast enough and it’s super cute.

She also still loves her snuggles. When it’s naptime during the morning, she’ll watch me if I’m not lying next to her. It’s just one of those little things that makes me happy to be a mom. Like the way she smiles at me after she wakes up in the morning (unless she’s cranky because she’s hungry), and how she fusses for my attention. I love my little girl and I know she loves me, too. 



She wakes up a little before two when I come into the bedroom to go to sleep. It starts as her stirring to her making little sounds then her fake cried mixed with a few more convincing ones.
Four ounces of formula and almost two hours later, she still fights going back to sleep. When I first brought her into the living room after her awakening, she was completely awake and smiling at me and the lights on her swing.
Now, she’s moving every so often and hopefully falling back to sleep until 7 (or 8 would be better). But I forget about being tired when I look at her. Seeing her smile fills me with so much joy. Watching her sleep calms my mind temporarily.
She is amazing. Someone so small- someone who has yet to learn how to walk or crawl or talk has had such a huge impact on me. She makes me want to be better, stronger, kinder.
I love my daughter.

Good news

It is always good to hear news like this. I was so happy when our daughter was born- they put me on the birth certificate without any problems. California and Tennessee are two very different places though. This is definitely proof the world is changing for the better.

Seven Weeks

Our daughter is seven weeks (and a day) old and it feels like she was just born last week. It amazes me to watch her everyday and although the changes might be tiny, it is awesome to spot them. She smiles every so often and she coos and talks when she’s happy and gets to lie down and kick as she pleases. And she loves her baths.
And snuggling with us in the morning. That is my favorite part of the day. Once we get back home to San Diego, I get a little while before I go back to work so the peanut and I will have Mommy/Daughter time while Momma goes to work. Excited for that- I’m sure we will have lots of misadventures together.

Lessons Learned from Gaming – Perseverance (in Parenting)

You get to Bowser’s castle at the end of the world and a fireball kills you. Then one of those skeleton dudes comes back to life as you run by and you die again. You reach the boss and you die once, twice, then have to use a continue and go through it all again. If you are a gamer, you know this is a typical day in the life.

Parenting is kind of like playing a game.

First off, anyone who survives those nine months before baby is born- mother or partner- you deserve an achievement- 50 gamer points for you! It is definitely an often rough and seemingly never-ending time.

But then your baby is born- yay!

One of the best moments in life- like reaching the end of those tutorial levels in Tomb Raider: The Last Revelation and not having to hear Werner bitch about every little thing anymore.

That moment times a million.

However, like a game after the tutorial, things get harder.

Babies cry, poop, spit up, and have no way of communicating what exactly they need from you.

Think Terranigma when Ark cannot speak with the plants and animals. It’s sad and confusing, but you figure things out eventually.

The trick in taking care of a baby is perseverance. You may feed your little bundle of joy, change the diaper, and think it’s nap time- right on schedule.

Not exactly always that easy.

Baby might have gas, might want a pacifier, might want to be held before she falls asleep, or all of the above.

Or none.

You go through the cycle of the basic solutions to baby’s possible needs (this is a lesson I am still in the process of learning). And maybe you metaphorically die and fail to soothe baby.

So you try to feed baby, check the diaper, try the pacifier, try rocking or holding baby until she falls asleep, etc. Go through the cycle a couple of times. Or you can be like a noob and consult a walkthrough- aka parenting websites or Google searches.

It’s okay- everyone does it at least once in their life.

The main thing to remember is to never give up (in this situation and life in general) because you only have one life in reality with no respawns or continues. And if something doesn’t work one way, try a different approach. 

Sorry I’ve been gone…

…but I had more pressing matters to attend to. A trip to the doctor to clear up some questions we had about the peanut’s health (nothing major). Being out and about. And taking care of the peanut of course. We had our first night without her and although she was just on the other side of the house, we missed her a lot.
Every day with her is a happy one. She might get fussy but hey- she’s a baby and she is too cute to be frustrated with. I can’t wait until she starts walking and talking, but those won’t happen for a while.
I’m sure once she starts getting bigger, I’ll be a little sad that I can’t hold her like I can now. I hope she’ll still like snuggling with her moms though.

First Time Mom Friday: The First Night/Day

Our crazy day started late Wednesday night and is finally reaching a calmer point. Fifteen hours of labor and an emergency C-Section into it, our daughter was finally out. Hearing her cries for the first time made the world stop for a few seconds. A gush of warmth overcame my heart and those rare tears of absolute joy came. The rest of the evening and the morning following have become somewhat of a blur of constant monitoring and 15-minute or fewer long naps.
Now Saturday is almost here and hopefully by tomorrow night we can leave the hospital and finally bring our little girl home.
I look forward to enjoying all the days yet to come. All the cute faces she’ll make, the firsts that will come with time, and the how she will grow into a (most likely) trouble child and eventually an adult.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
This is just the beginning.

The Beginning

This would probably fall under tomorrow’s topic perfectly but it’s pretty much past midnight everywhere else in the states so here goes.
Today was the day- finally our baby girl was born. After a long night and day of preparing my love to have our baby, she finally came. It was a tough day and it was extremely terrifying. Imagine waiting almost a year for something and it doesn’t work out. Something going wrong was a big worry of mine, but my wife was in good hands.
Now, nearly 24 hours after the whole process started, Momma and baby are okay and ready for some sleep. Today has been both one of the most terrifying and happiest days of my life.
I am extremely grateful that everything worked out today. And I’m grateful for friends and her family, who have been supportive of us and our decision to bring another human being into the world.
I look forward to raising our Ella and learning the many lessons of parenthood.


Today was supposed to be the day but it appears she has other plans. I shake my head at the people who cursed us by saying she would be late. The anxiety is killing me- if only there were 100 percent accurate countdowns for this type of thing.
Our daughter is due to come anytime now.
Unfortunately, it’s unclear when.
The closer it gets, the longer it seems to take.
So I’m going to cross my fingers and hope tomorrow’s the day.

November 11, 2013: Molding Poetry Monday- Bump

I was avoiding this post all day since my poetry writing sometimes lacks or fails completely if I’m not in my “poetry mood” of the year. I thought long and hard about what I would write about, but then the answer came to me pretty simply. I have a routine every night of cuddling with my wife and laying my arm across her stomach. And, as I’m about to fall asleep, I feel our daughter kicking at my arm for a few minutes before I either fall asleep or she settles. so, here is my poem dedicated to my nightly routine with our peanut.


Bump, bump, bump-

My hand resting against her belly.

Slumber nearly successful in overcoming me then

Poke, poke, poke-

I wonder if you know my voice,

Or can recognize my palm as you kick and prod it.

Bump, bump-

My hand, intruding on your space,

Becomes familiar once again.


The movement slows as sleep returns once more.