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Breaking News: First Tooth!

Folks, we’ve just had confirmation that young Nyan Thomas’s first tooth has emerged! Details as they develop, of course.

This comes hard on the heels of a brand new dining regimen, one based around real food (rice cereal, mashed sweet potatoes, et al) and less around formula. Still early innings there, but the kid is *loving* it. You may recall this video from a couple weeks back; he’s come a long ways since then, and now grabs for the spoon, leans forward, can’t wait to get the next bite.

Still makes a mess, but not quite as much as in that video.

 

 
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Posted by on January 31, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Today’s poem: created kid/now tried

This one’s just for fun: turns out that Youtube has an auto-transcription feature for vidoes, using Google voice technology or somesuch to provide closed captioning. So I turned on that feature for the video from earlier this week (see it here) of Nyan Thomas’s first solid food.

Let’s just say Google voice technology still has a ways to go. But it does make for some interesting poetry. Here it is.

 

much one child

welcome but but but but but

go to a lot for the camera the future

depicted

scraps spent

you accepted

using he’s plates at this point

handcuffing the portrait

burke young then you’re going to administer the vote ten years twenty years

happily situated

we project these are the big three d_o_ legrand speech

created kid

now tried

through first

he’s got the huge but

stop

inferences that and

made under which the two you see onto with

stuart

uh… block

stupid

predator document about it

 
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Posted by on January 13, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

Blogging from 38,000 Feet

Not really – we’re all back in Brooklyn after a lengthy, but uneventful, journey home on Tuesday. Three take-aways from the flight:

1. The kid is a trooper, and a true traveler. Nary a cry or a whine or a note of dismay during the entire eight-plus-hour flight; the only real problem was that he got very bored after a while, and really wanted to lie on his back, roll over and try to crawl. No room to do that on a plane, of course. So he got a little restless. But so did his parents after eight hours in coach.

2. The kid is a flirt. Big time. Any female within about 20 rows of our seat was a target: he’d find a pretty female, stare at them ’til they caught his gaze, and then smile, coo, stick his hand in his mouth – you know, standard flirting behavior. He got really tight with one of the flight attendants, too. (As for the fellas, young Nyan Thomas couldn’t care less: one dude was passing by and stopped by our seat for a minute, waiting for the aisle to clear. The guy looked over at Nyan and gave him a smile; Nyan had been looking at a toy but looked up when he felt someone staring at him. When he saw that it was just a dude, he couldn’t be bothered and immediately went back to his toy.)

3. Poop on a plane… ‘Nuff said, really. Nyan Thomas pooped not once, not twice, but three times as we soared high above the North Atlantic. Stinky, goopy, get-everywhere poops too. We got to know the changing table in the tiny airplane bathroom very, very well.

All good though as we’re home, unpacking and starting to settle back in to life here in chilly wintry New York. More photos and commentary on the excellent trip to the UK to come. For now, here’s the young man on the plane, shortly before take-off; he’s wearing his shades ’cause we didn’t want the bright lights to bother him. Also ’cause he just looks cool.

 
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Posted by on January 4, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Medical Update: All Good

Nyan Thomas had a check-up the other day, which included some more vaccination shots. Daddy had told him that morning that he needed to be brave and not freak out at the needle (project much, Daddy?), and at the Doc’s office, Mommy was hugging him tightly, trying to console him before the needle came out.

But he was fine. Brave, stoic, didn’t even cry out once. He was, in fact, mostly annoyed that Mommy’s hugs were cramping his style – getting in the way of his flirting with the nurses. He was a little fussy and a little feverish and just a bit off for the next couple of days, but this morning he’s back to his old self – gurgling and chirping and playing and kicking and waking up at 5:30. He also rolled all the way onto his side for the first time ever this morning!

Stats from the Doc’s visit:

Weight: 13.9 pounds, 22nd percentile

Length: 25.75 inches, 78th percentile.

(Yes, he’s lean and tall, apparently. That low percentile on the weight is no cause for alarm, the doc says, as he’s healthy and eats plenty. I guess he just inherited his parents’ metabolism.)

Head size: 42.5 cm, 55th percentile.

Cool factor, as shown by the photo below: definitely a 10.

(click on photo to enlarge!)
 
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Posted by on November 30, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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A Tale of Two Socks

If you’ve had the pleasure of hanging out with Nyan Thomas in person (or if you’ve watched this video), you know that one of his quirks is that he loves to take off his socks. Not with his hands, mind you, but by kicking his legs or sliding his feet along whatever surface he happens to be laying on. We’re not sure why – does he like to stay cool? Thinks baby socks are for babies, and he ain’t no baby? Or are the socks coming off just an unintended side effect of his love of kicking his legs?

Regardless, the dude loses his socks left and right. So I was very happy to find, at a nearby children’s store recently, a few pairs of socks that fit him perfectly, that go up to his knees, and best of all, have elastic that holds them tight (not too tight, just right) to his feet.

We put a pair on him last night before bed, and early this morning, while changing his diaper (this was before I’d had a sip of coffee, mind you), I happily noted that both socks were still on there. Picture the scene, dear reader: his diaper is off; his onesie and PJs are pulled halfway up his chest so I can clean and change him, he’s cooing and giggling as I make funny sleepy faces at him… and when I saw the socks, I told him, “Aha! See? The socks stayed on! You couldn’t get them off! We win!”

Young Nyan Thomas is nothing if not clever, though. What did he do in response to my teasing?

He peed. A lot. All over the changing table, the wall, the floor, his PJs, his doting father… but mostly the pee went right to the socks.

So, yes, I took off the socks. Both of them. (And the rest of the clothes too, and gave him a quick bath, and did a quick load of laundry.)

The little guy won that battle, yes. But did he win the war? After his bath, I slipped his feet into a clean pair of, yes, socks. (But shorter ones, ‘cause that was all I could find.) Off we went to the living room for coffee, formula, and a bit of work for daddy.

And about 10 minutes later, one sock was gone.

Can’t win some days.

Here, just for the heck of it, is a picture of the guy from last night. I’m starting to learn how to get him to smile when the camera is out…

 
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Posted by on November 28, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

Sleep, sleep, sleep

Earlier this month, Beatrice and I finally realized/accepted what our parenting advisors (that is, the grandparents) had been saying: Nyan wasn’t eating or sleeping quite enough. There were no health problems or anything like that, but he wasn’t having quite as much formula as he should – most of what we’ve read says he should be having between 20 and 30 ounces per day; he was around 20 – and he wasn’t getting the 16 hours of sleep recommended; he was getting more like 12 to 14 or so. That could impact his growth, and more immediately, it made for some very frazzled and exhausted parents. No good at all.

So we buckled down and got back to a schedule, a routine for his day. It goes something like this: up at 7, feed, play, nap at 9, up at 10, feed, play, nap around noon for an hour or 90 minutes, feed, play, go for a walk, nap, bath around 6, feed around 7, then down to sleep. Then give him another big feed around 11, not letting him fully wake up.

The routine isn’t perfect – his naps tend to be half an hour or so, but that’s better than the single 20-minute nap he was having on some days – but the more we try to keep to that schedule, the better it seems to work. And it’s working for sure: he’s now averaging 25 to 30 ounces of formula a day – right on target – and as for sleep, well, I’d estimate he’s now around 15 hours on most days. Not quite where he should be, but pretty close.

And best of all is the evenings: instead of him fussing and crying from 6 until finally passing out around 9 or 9:30, he’s now pretty much asleep by 7, and mostly sleeping through the evening. He’ll have a big feed at 11, and that’s it: knock on wood, but he’s slept through the night for at least the past week. That lets *us* sleep through the night, with remarkable results.

Getting up at 7 hasn’t quite worked out: he’s been mostly waking up around 5:30 or 6. We’ve been having him sleep in the bed with us – yes, I know, there’s a school of thought that says this is bad, but having him in his bassinette or even the crib in the other room just doesn’t work for this routine; we’ll get there – so from 5:30 until my alarm goes off around 6:30, he’ll lay there and make little noises. He’s bored, basically. He’s  patient, mostly, but I do find myself bargaining with him in my still-want-to-sleep daze: “Just half an hour more, please, then we’ll get up and play.” He goes along with that, mostly. Then we’ll get up, hang out on the couch for half an hour or so as I sip some coffee until I have to start my work from home routine. Some mornings Beatrice gets up around this time, other days she sleeps in. If she’s sleeping in, I’ll drag his little portable rocking bed thingie into the bathroom so I can keep an eye on him, and have conversations with him, while I shower; by 8:30 or so, as I’m getting ready to leave, he’s getting ready for a little nap, and he’ll sleep from 9 until 9:30 or so. Then it’s off for a day of fun and games with Mommy!

Nyan Thomas takes an afternoon siesta

It’s not fool-proof, but it’s a great improvement over what we had slipped into, which pretty much had him deciding when (or whether) to nap. And since he’s so alert and always wants to know what’s going on, he would never want to sleep, and so would be nap-free to the point of exhaustion. Then it was crying and fussing so much that he had trouble falling into a nap, even though he was tired.

The other downside is that he’s asleep by the time I get home from work at 7. This is a major downside, but it has to be this way for now.

In any case, if we’ve learned anything in three-and-a-half months of being parents, it’s that things change rapidly. So by tomorrow, who knows? Maybe this routine will no longer work at all. I sure hope not, and I kinda doubt it. But we’ll see.

Naptime! For Daddy. For Nyan, not so much.

Other new developments: he’s needier than ever when it comes to wanting cuddles pretty much all the time. We’re told this is normal for a baby his age, and we’re fine with that, except when, say, Mommy wants to do some cooking or cleaning while Daddy is at work. She straps him in to the Baby Bjorn, which helps, but it’d be nice to be able to put him on his play mat for an hour or so. He does spend time on there, but he also wants physical contact more than he did before. Although, let’s be honest: we are more than happy to oblige and give him lots of cuddles.

And the noises he makes continue to evolve. A new one is major crying bouts: crying not because he’s hungry or needs a clean diaper, but just because. He’s in a bad mood or something, but whatever the cause, he’s just wailing. Beatrice’s mom taught us a good technique that involves holding him upright against the chest – the so-called ‘recovery position’ while keeping his head upright, rubbing his back, and rocking or swaying constantly. Works like a charm – although, happily, this has only happened a couple times. Let’s hope that keeps up.

We don’t have a support network here in New York, which sucks, but thank god for parents and other experts who are just a phone call or Skype session away – that’s been an immense help.

 
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Posted by on November 13, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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Up All Night

No, not really. But this’ll be a post about sleeping, or the occasional lack thereof.

That’s also the name of a new sitcom that we’ve watched a few episodes of. It’s got some Saturday Night Live veterans plus Christina Applegate, and it’s about a sorta-youngish couple going through the joys and struggles of having a new baby. One of the parents works, one stays home. (The father is even named Chris!) Hilarity ensues.

Okay, maybe not quite hilarity. It’s a new sitcom, and it’s clearly still trying to find its groove. Some kinda dumb plotlines. But there are some clever moments and some good satirical humor, and of course there are moments that speak to us, as new parents. Can’t imagine a non-parent would find it that compelling, but I’m sure there are worse things on television.

As for being up all night, Nyan continues to sleep pretty well through the night. Oh, he still fusses and fights sleep for a while in the evenings, but around 9pm or so he falls into a deep sleep. After that, it’s pretty much lights out for as long as we’re sleeping, except for a couple of wake-ups for feeding. Usually he’ll have a bottle around 8pm, then another around midnight or 1am, and then four hours after that, so either 4 or 5am. And that’s it. Not bad at all.

The procedure we try to follow is that on weeknights, Beatrice handles the overnight feeds, since I’m supposed to be resting up for work the next day, while I take them on the weekends so she can catch up on her sleep. It works pretty well, although this week Bea’s been fighting off a cold or something, in addition to a bad back, so I’ve grabbed a few overnight sessions. Like Tuesday night: I was a bit late in getting to bed – around 12:30 – and had just drifted off when Nyan started making the little crying noises that say he’s starting to get hungry. So I gave him a bottle and changed a diaper; and by the time I could finally fall asleep it was 1:30.

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Posted by on October 5, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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Uncle Scott’s Visit

Scott – Nyan’s uncle, daddy’s brother –  came for a visit last weekend. It was his first time to meet Nyan, and only his second time in New York, and first time since 2003. I can’t say that he did too many tourist things, but he didn’t seem to mind too much.

I took the day off on Friday, and Scott arrived mid-morning after an early flight from Chicago. The four of us (Scott, Nyan, Beatrice and I) hung out for a bit; Beatrice went grocery shopping just as a huge monsoon of a rainstorm – we’re talking probably 3 or 4 inches of rain in the space of two hours – settled in over Brooklyn. Adding insult to injury, an auto parts warehouse about four blocks south caught fire, sending huge clouds of noxious, possibly toxic smoke all over the neighborhood. So there wasn’t a whole lot of incentive to leave the apartment. But that was alright; we hung out, chatted, and played with Nyan. Nyan readily took to Uncle Scott, cooing and smiling and turning on his nearly legendary charm.

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Posted by on September 28, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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Weekend with Nyan

Editor’s note: We wrote this several days ago. Just posting it now – ironic, or something, in that it’s a post about a weekend, but the next weekend is upon us. Sorry. Busy.

We had a brief moment of radio silence on this here blog, as your humble blog-writer had a lot of things occupying his attentions last week. But the busy week transitioned seamlessly into a very mellow weekend, with lots of family time.

On Saturday, after some errands in the morning, we decked Nyan out in his Iowa Hawkeye gear so he could watch the football game with Daddy. Beatrice could care less about Hawkeye football – hey, she’s just about perfect, but clearly not 100% perfect – so she headed over to Manhattan for lunch with a friend. Nyan and I watched the football game (a great game too, with a stirring and very improbable come-from-behind victory for the home team). I would occasionally explain to him what was going on, and whenever the camera caught a glimpse of the University of Iowa Hospital behind the stadium, I’d point out that that was where Daddy was born. He seemed impressed.

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Posted by on September 23, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

Out with the Nanny

Editor’s note: To fully understand this post, you have to understand the nature of our neighborhood. We live on the outskirts of an area called Park Slope; the Slope’s reputation is that it’s where Manhattan residents move to after they have kids. And during the days, the streets are filled with strollers – many of them pushed by nannies, since Mom and Dad both work in the city and bring home large enough incomes to afford a daylong nanny.

You must also understand that Beatrice is looking good these days. If you didn’t know, you’d be shocked to learn that she had a baby just eight weeks ago.

The scene: the Walgreen’s drug store near our house, midday. Stocking up on diapers.

The players: Nyan in his stroller; Beatrice pushing Nyan; a host of other midday shoppers and Walgreens employees.

Nyan being Nyan, he tends to attract a lot of attention wherever he goes. “What a cutie!” “What a gorgeous baby!” Mommy and Daddy eat it up, of course, and certainly agree. Such was the case today, as Beatrice and Nyan fended off compliment after compliment.

Until one would-be complimenter took it too far: “Oh, how lucky you are, to get to be the nanny to such a gorgeous child!”

Um.

I wasn’t there, so I can’t say for sure, but I’m sure Beatrice was nothing but polite as she informed this person that, no, she’s not the nanny – she’s the mother.

“Oh, oh, I mean, you’re lucky to be the mother of such a gorgeous child!” the person tried to backtrack.

It is, I suppose, an understandable presumption. Beatrice is a minority, pushing a baby who, at first glance at least, still looks pretty white. She’s in excellent shape, and it’s midday, when the streets are filled with other nannies.

But still. We’ve joked about this before – “People on the street probably assume I’m the nanny, ha ha!” – but apparently we were spot on.

It’s amusing if nothing else. Here, then, is a photo of Nyan strapped into his stroller (from this past weekend, not from today).

 
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Posted by on September 21, 2011 in Uncategorized