Thursday, April 24, 2008

Sleep, Shots, and Psychotherapy

Last night the youngest Drury amazed us all and stayed in his crib for 10 hours. We rewarded him by taking him to the doctor for four shots. I'm terrified that the little guy is going to associate long stretches of sleep with getting stabbed with needles.

He's in the 76% height and 34% in weight. The doctor declared him healthy, tall, skinny, and fair. I wonder where he gets that from...

I finally caught his pout on camera. He keeps this pout for about 5-10 seconds before a whimper comes out. It seems like he's trying so hard to be brave. John and I can't help but laugh when we see that little lip come out.

So I guess that means he's got two new things to talk to his therapist about: he's terrified of long stretches of sleep and his parents laugh at him when he cries. Sorry, Sam.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Sam's Secret Activities

The past few days I've walked into Sam's room bright and early in the morning to discover him covered in scratch marks. I'm currently counting seven tiny scratch marks on his face alone. He goes to bed scratch free and wakes up with multiple markings. This leads me to the only possible logical conclusion: my son is a part of a late night fight club.

Sometime between his 1 am feeding and 3:30 am call for his pacifier, Sam is sneaking out of the house (I'm betting on the bathroom window), and meeting up with his cronies (I'm guessing the Whole Foods parking lot). I'm pretty sure our neighbor Timmy is involved. He's five days younger than Sam, and Sam still has a few ounces on him, but I get the feeling he's tough as nails. And someone has gotta be playing dirty because this morning I found four scratch marks above Sam's heels...the little ankle biters.

Anyway, I don't want to ground him because I'm afraid that will make me seem out of touch with his generation. Hopefully this is just a phase that will soon pass.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

My Son the Hoodlem

Don't let that innocent face fool you. He was a pistol today. Full of vim and vinegar. And I know some of these pictures are sideways, but I just don't have the energy to fix just turn your head.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

The Gig is Up

Okay, Sam. The gig is up.** We now know that you are not the poor little baby who has to wake up every 2-3 to get the sustenance he needs for proper nourishment. You are capable of sleeping for six hour straight without an ounce of food.

Sam slept from 8-2 and then from 2:30-7. Ah. Apparently I'm the one who can't go for long stretches of time without food. I woke up a little before Sam absolutely ravishing. Now I have to break myself of midnight snacking.

Sam slept for six hours in a row.
It's 70 degrees outside.
Can life get any better?

** The gig is up AND the jig is up. Apparently there is a difference. Both apply in this situation.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Throwing me a bone

Daytime = Great
Night time = Not so great

The little guy was hollaring around 4:15 this morning. I went in to see him and there he was, lying in his crib, with a big goofy grin on his face. I picked him up to change his diaper and then began to rock him, hoping he'd get drowsy. Nope. He kept his eyes fixed on mine and smiled, smiled, smiled.

Someone told us that when you have a baby you go through a certain get to the point where you think you've exhausted all of your resources and have nothing left to give and then...BAM! The little one does something new that totally captures your heart and replenishes your energy supply. In other words, they throw you a bone.

Sam did that earlier this week when he picked up the habit of giggling. Yesterday I was changing him into outfit number 3 when both of his arms got stuck in an awkward position in the trunk of his onesie. He couldn't move. I figured he'd start wailing at the frustrating position. Nope. He laughed...and he couldn't stop laughing. There he was, wriggling furiously, laughing his head off. He did the same thing when I changed him into outfit #4. I love that laugh.

In addition to laughing, he's also discovered that he has faces other than happy and sad (as you can see from the above pic). I'm not quite sure what to call this face...

Thursday, April 03, 2008

I spoke too soon...

Just when we thought we were getting into a pattern the little guy decided to wake us up every hour and a half. We were told to only feed him if he was hungry. But how do you know if a 3.5 month old is hungry? I haven't figured that out yet.

To be perfectly honest, I can't even remember if we followed the Ferber rules. Last night was a bit of a blur. I know during two of the wake up times I offered him his pacifier and after fussing for 5 minutes he fell asleep again.

I'm hoping tonight will be better. Especially because John will be in Washington D.C. so I'll be by myself ...and I have a seminar tomorrow morning...that I'm supposed to lead. We'll see.

On the bright side, Sam was happy as a clam today and went down easily for his naps.