Sunday, November 29, 2009

J is for Joy...

Or "Pure Joy, that boy!"
As some have been known to state
With a smile not smaller than great
And a twinkle that lights up his eye
It's rare you'll see this little boy cry

Out of all the comments I get about Marcus 3,o the ones I receive most are:
"oh what a big boy" or "I have a grandson half his size" <--- yes, multiple people have said this to us. Yet even more than these I get comments like "What a happy boy!" And it's true. For the most part he is a very happy boy. His moments of overtiredness are more characterized by goofyness or whining and complaining rather than true fussiness. In fact, the most he's been irritated with lately is the fact that I can't seem to get the food to his mouth quick enough. Well, then there is unborn toof #2 but I can't really complain that much about his crankiness during teething because I imagine it's not a very comfortable process. Not to mention, toof #1 popped out of nowhere with no signs or warnings.

But overall we have as more than one person has deemed "the happiest baby ever." I'd like to think so.

Friday, November 27, 2009

I is for I

Not he, it, they, or she
Not Sally or Tommy or Freddie but ME!

One thing every new mom must learn is that it's nice to have "me" time. There is nothing wrong with you if you want an hour away from your sweet little baby. When Marcus 3.0 was first born I found this time for myself after he went to bed and most nights I still have 30 minutes to an hour that I allow myself to have after he goes to sleep or when he naps. This time is often spent thinking of all the things I could do during my "me" time and therefore usually wasted by not doing any of them. On Marcus 2.0's days off we often spend this time together watching a movie or tv show. I'm pretty sure nap time is naturally built into small, needy children in order for their parents to get a break and keep their own living quarters clean. Or write blogs. Because let's face it, without "me" time, this stuff would never get done.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

H is for Heiny

A butt, soft and shiney
Whose butt cheeks are two
And whose diapers are new

I'm going to have to post pictures tomorrow and inform you all about this letter then too. I have a very tired baby on my hands and I'm sure I'm going to pass out with him. So good night and the rest of this: tomorrow.

Edited to add:

Alright, tomorrow has come! So I've started sewing Marcus 3.0 some diapers. Yes, you can do that. Well last night I needed some more fleece and suede cloth so we ran to JoAnn's. Once we got back I had to give 3.0 a bath and get him ready for bed but the sewing machine was not neglected...2.0 hopped right on and started sewing him a diaper. In fact, he almost finished it by the time he had to go to work. So as of right now he has 3 working homemade diapers and enough fabric to get us up to about 10 or so.

Friday, November 20, 2009

G is for Gwatchum the King of the Gwitches...

Who likes all the cuddles and loves all the squishes
He feasts on our food and dirties our dishes
He bathes in our tub like a school of fat fishes

If there is one thing I've learned in the time I've known Marcus and his family of origin it's that nicknames evolve. And evolve they do. They've never named a kid a particular name in order to be able to call him by some abbreviated form; instead, they wait for the child's personality to come out and then they create and foster a nickname. What may start out with one word or phrase could eventually, a year later, be some variation of the original word and ten years down the line be something completely different yet. So here is our little boy, named after his father. After several weeks of awkwardly calling him "the baby" we developed our first nickname for him. Baba. It went something like this:

the baby > the babay > da babaaaay (said with a growl) > da baba.

Well, Gwatchum had a much more interesting process of refinement. It all started one day when Marcus 2.0 felt an overwhelming affection for our son which could only be expressed by squishing. Yes, squishing. I've often wondered what Freud would say about our desire to nibble, chew, bite, eat or squish things that we find cute. So one day Marcus 2.0 went up to his immobile little progeny and proclaimed to him "I'm gonna squish ya, kid!" Which then, some several days later, took on a weird Southern fierceness stated as "I'm gon' gwitch ya!" One of us eventually pointed out the fact that our baby was in fact "a gwitch," himself.

So how did we get to Gwatchum? Well, it's the Scottish version, of course! McGwatchum, actually is the full name. So that's the slow and ever changing process of a Tupy nickname.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

F is for Falling...

... and bumping your head
It leaves nasty lumps and blotches of red.
Bouncing is fun but you could end up DEAD!
says Mom, in her brilliance, "Let's lower the bed!"

The props for this one are actually going to have to go out to Marcus 2.0. After a day of bouncing and knocking his head into everything we thought this would be fitting. I think the running count for today is 2 falls, 1 knock in the forehead, 2 face plants into objects and several cushiony landings on his bum. Not only is 3.0 crawling now and pulling up onto his knees but he's starting to not-so-firmly plant his feet on the ground and lift off. His legs are as wobbly as Elvis Presley on stilts. So today our photo is of 3.0's first black eye.

Tonight is our first night bed frame free. Box spring and mattress have been relocated to ground level.

In addition to Marcus' rhyme I've added:

You're making Mom cry cause you've gotten a bruise
But that just what happens when you learn how to cruise.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

E is for Evening, a Special Time of Day

where we like to relax, we chat and we play
we see our son in his element, a goofy little boy
who explores his domain and believes the world is his toy

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

D is for Dancing to an Upbeat Song

you crawl and then sit and then bounce right along
to the rhythm and motion and stroke of a beat
to the clapping and singing and tapping of feet

The quality of this video isn't very good as it's taken with my phone since our video camera died on us. It's a super short clip, only 30 seconds but you'll get the idea. This happens whenever music is put on. It's endless hours of entertainment around here.


Monday, November 16, 2009

C is for Crawling and Crawling and Crawling Some More...

and creating a race track out of our floor
and watch out now, don't shut that door
because our little monster needs to explore!

I'm not one to give into the novelty of desaturating a photo and only allowing certain colors to come through, but I thought this one was cute. And I've already posted this picture before so I had to spice it up anyway.

Edited to add:
Marcus (v2.0) had his own version of this rhyme that went something like this -

C is for calling, calling for eats
awaking from naps
not normally crying
just calling his teets.

This is inspired by the fact that when Marcus 3.0 awakens from his nap he gives out a hearty shout. It's not a cry and it's definitely got a demanding tone to it. It's as if he is mad that his snack is not there waiting for him. Typical man, I tell ya.

Friday, November 13, 2009

B is for Baba, a Scottish Word for Baby...

...and one nickname for our first born son
a big burly bear who bites with his tooth
who gnaws on round rocks, I'm telling the truth!

A is for Adventure, a Day Filled with Fun

We've all seen lists that women make of attributes for the man of their dreams. Maybe some of us have made them. These lists usually include things like stability, sense of humor, success, and spontaneity. Why they all start with "s" is beyond me. However, when I first met Marcus I thought he was incredibly stable. Very, very stable. And he is quite stable, indeed, which is good. Over the course of our almost six years of knowing/dating/and now being married I've learned his style of humor and now thoroughly enjoy it. I've seen him succeed and congratulated him. I've just recently come upon the revelation that my husband is very spontaneous. I always scoffed at the notion that women want men who are stable and spontaneous because I've never understood how the two could possibly be compatible in the same body. Apparently it is possible. And although I think my husbands biggest fault is that he will not, simply will not, play board games unless you beg, plead, peer pressure and bribe him I think he's a very fun man to be with.

So with that said, it's not uncommon in our little triad of a family to plan a day of something adventurous. I know adventurous is a big word to live up to, but I think we do a fair good job of it. One of these days usually consists of a pre-planned location, a drive, a picnic or place to eat, and our camera.

So just this Wednesday, the three of us took a drive up the West side of the Mississippi river in Minneapolis on West River Road and down the East side of the river on East River Road in Saint Paul. Our stop was Prospect Park in Minneapolis, home of the Witch's Hat water tower. We got a little lost on the way because, frankly, this park is nearly impossible to find. It's comparable to Enger Tower (nicknamed Anger tower due to the argument that trying to find it caused) in its elusive-ness and the fact that the closer you get to the tower the less able you are to see it.

I know my husband will instill in our son the sense of curiosity to investigate never-before visited places. From building fortresses to exploring in the woods, adventure will always be a part of his life.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

26 Days of Inspiration

Marcus isn't talking yet. I mean, aside from the slough of da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da I hear all day he's obviously much to young to say "real" words. So we most certainly haven't been singing or teaching or writing the ABC's; but he's a child and that long string of English letters fits in with all things child-like.

So with that in mind, I've decided that I'm going to follow along each letter and hunt for fun and imaginative things to share about my life as a mom. Each day I will also try my hardest to take one photograph that exemplifies the topic at hand.

I'm really bad with committing to stuff like this so hopefully I can keep up. Wish me luck and enjoy!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I apologize for that header

It's ridiculous really. Sorry that the template of this website is trying to overrule my design! argh!

Alas, it's 1 am and I need sleep. Marcus, you're so helping me with this tomorrow.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Adult Conversations

Remember that time as a kid when your chin was up to the kitchen table? Remember how your parents would sit around said table chatting over a cup of coffee with their friends? And if you were my mom you would share your coffee with your 7 year old daughter. Remember how you yearned to be a part of those conversations but you never really understood what it was they were talking about and you never really had anything to say.

As a kid I used to sit and listen to my mom chat with her best friend for hours. Funny thing is, I couldn't at all remember anything they used to talk about. But now I know! Now that I have my own child, I know what topic it was they spent those hours discussing. Poop! Yes, I said it, poop. Mystery unveiled. All adults with children ever talk about it is poop. Color, texture, smell, frequency and location. Those are the core tenets of the poop philosophy.

Actually, it's a well known fact that the primary topic of conversation among new parents is poop. I'm willing to bet that poop is used most frequently on new mother's facebook statuses.

So there it is. The cat's out of the bag. And the turd....well, we all know what that's out of.

Monday, November 9, 2009


Sorry for the mess! I'm working on a new design.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

The Making of a Foodie.

How you got food in your ear will forever remain a mystery to me. How I knew to check your ear for food...well, we'll just chalk that up to one of those mothering instincts.

My goal is starting solids with Marcus was to skip the spoon. Baby Led Weaning is what the term is and with anything in my adventures in motherhood I follow it...roughly. The idea is to offer your child food when they meet a set of criteria:

  • The ability to sit unassisted (reached at 6 months of age)
  • The ability to chew (reached upon the utterance of "da-da" because "da-da" apparantly requires a mashing of gums)
  • The ability to form the tricky task of the pincer grasp (achieved around 7 months)
By adhering to this list the idea is to offer your baby bite size pieces of food known to the baby-led-weaners as "finger food." Now this isn't the finger food you would find at your Sunday afternoon football party. This is bite sized banana chunks, peach chunks, cheerios, bits of rice, bits of bread, noodles and more.

Now in any goal of parenting there must be an obstacle. For instance, did you know it's nearly impossible for those little, chubby baby fingers which just learned how to pincer to pick up a slippery piece of mango? Or did you know that under the crushing force of the baby pincer that banana is obliterated? Or did you know that yogurt can't be picked up with your fingers?

Wait. Yogurt? But Lesley, I thought babies under a year of age weren't suppose to have cow's milk? Well apparently that only applies to the liquid because not only can they have yogurt they can have bits of soft cheeses like mozzarella or apple-wood smoked cheddar and gouda. Hold on a minute now, who are we feeding? Bill Gates' kids?

As our certified pediatric nurse practitioner told me "Have fun with solids, we often find that we eat better when we start feeding our kids." Well, it will be a while before he gets caviar but let me tell you I never knew a kid would attack you and use you as a jungle gym just to get a piece of mango. In fact, before I looked into it, I didn't know babies could have mango. So, although I feed him mango and yogurt via the spoon the way I see it is he's still using those gums to learn to chew and swallow and hauck up loogies...I mean, food that gets too far back in his throat.

And anyway, when your kid has a yeast rash that will.not.go.away. you have to feed him yogurt. It's got all the gooooood bacteria in it. And by Jove, it had better be mixed with mango.

Every day is an adventure is feeding Marcus because even though we've only been doing this for about two weeks, he's pretty much over bananas. Cheerios are a staple in his diet. Vegetables are about as foreign as tofu and unless it's mango on that spoon he wants to pick the food up himself.

The biggest downfall - no one told me how sickening it is having a diaper bin smell like yogurt.


The last few vacation photos...

Sunday, November 1, 2009

First Family Vacation

The three of us travelled up to Bluefin Bay in Tofte, MN for our first family vacation. Here is some of what happened.

This was in our room:

Our Family Photo at Caribou Overlook (I'm pretty sure that's what the name of the overlook was.)
This was us issuing our day pass in the Boundary Waters so that if we went missing they would check this "when the ranger got around to it" and they would know we used this trail.
Trekking around Artist Pointe, Grand Marais.