First Haircut


first haircut, originally uploaded by timlav.

OK, so life has been pretty mundane since the last post, and I will admit that this particular blogging endeavor hasn’t been as robust as I had hoped when I started it. Perhaps I’m in need of a wider focus, but that is something for another post.

Yesterday, G went for his first haircut. Of course, it was a two-parent event, and I brought along the camera. As you can see, G wasn’t too happy about the experience. That was to be expected.

I was really impressed with the place and the stylist. It was all about kids, and even had a TV facing each seat so G could watch his beloved Wiggles.

I learned two things in this experience: A well-trained stylist can be both quick and accurate with a sharp pair of shears; and I should always make sure my camera battery is charged.

I was just taking a few setup shots to nail the exposure and the battery died. The best of the lot is this one. I’m happy with it, but wanted more. Oh well.

The haircut was over in minutes and he looked 100 percent better. He now looks like a little boy. Check the Flickr page for more photos in the coming days.

Guess What? A new post

I know. I know. It has been three months since I last posted. I know I said I would post more frequently, but then left the Dyson vacuum post up for three months leaving visitors to think I got sucked up by the amazing device. Truth is, I got very busy very quickly. Being a stay-at-home dad was fantastic, and I didn’t want to spend a single extra second away from G.
Shortly after G started daycare (“school,” as Sue calls it), I got very busy planning for a new year of teaching third graders. Before I knew it, first term was over and now Thanksgiving is quickly approaching. As such, I won’t go making any grand announcements about whether I will post here more frequently. Given that this is the first time in nearly four months that I’ve even logged into my Blogger account, I would guess no.
So, what’s been going on? Well, a lot actually. G learned how to walk in late July, which was a major milestone. Since then he’s been hard to keep up with! He started school on August 1, still a little wobbly on his feet, but generally happy to be there. His transition went better than expected, and now he walks in every day with a big smile and a wave for all of his friends. Sue and I have taken to calling him the mayor of his daycare because of the way he walks in.
Sue started school almost as soon as she moved down here. She enjoys it, even though it’s a year-round schedule. She works nine weeks, and then is off three. There’s no summer vacation, except the three between the end of one school year and the beginning of another.
My school year started in mid-August and hasn’t let up one bit yet. But that’s a good thing. I’m really enjoying my students this year. I have to admit that I was nervous going into this year because I didn’t know if I would have the same type of bond with this new group as I did with last year’s group. I do. The personalities are different, and the group dynamic is different, but there is a sameness. It has to be the age. There’s something about being eight that makes it a really special time in your life. More and more memories of that time in my life keep coming back to me. It’s amazing to think of what I was doing then. My favorite toys: Transformers, He-Man, and GI Joe. Those were also the cartoons I watched after school every day… you know, on the local UHF channel, not some nostalgic cable channel.
Over these past few months, though, the biggest thing in my life has been seeing how much G has changed. Just like those first couple of times he stood ready to fall over, he is now starting to make sounds that are sort of like words. Occasionally, he utters “Hi” over and over, but not when it’s time to greet someone. He also says, “maaamaaamaaaamaaa” when he seems to want Sue rather than me, but it’s doesn’t really seem like a call for mama. He points to things that interest him, and loves to carry around anything he can lift. He’s also a good helper. He loves doing “clean up” when it’s time to pick up his toys.
Those are the good things. The tough part has been dealing with his constant cold symptoms – a product of the daycare environment, despite the facility’s best effort to keep germs to a minimum. Knowing that G was well taken care of at home for the first 15 months of his life, I knew he would be susceptible to ever germ that came his way, and it’s now a reality.
In addition to his cold, it seems he takes after his mother when it comes to food. He’s very picky. He loves bread and potatoes, as should any true Irishman, but not to the exclusion of other foods. As such, he’s now a bit underweight and we have to fatten him up, according to the doctor. We’re trying to do so without loading him with sweets. We’ll see how that goes.
Anyhow, I can’t really think of a segue into Halloween, so let’s just say that G’s first trick-or-treating experience was underwhelming for his parents. He was a trooper, staying up late and all, but he won’t be into it until next year. Here’s a couple of recent photos. The pumpkin one is about two weeks old. Enjoy!

Nap time and updated news

Boy do I love nap time! Not my own naps, of course. I don’t have nap time for myself, but G has two a day! He sleeps usually two hours in the morning and another hour or so in the late afternoon. This is fantastic for doing things around the house, such as, well, updating my blog.

Here’s some updated news, then:

My hiatus from this blog is over now that we have completed our transition from Boston to North Carolina. We are happily living in our new home, and enjoying our family time very much. I get to spend all day, every day with G while I’m on summer break, and for the first time since becoming a true adult, I get to see what it is like to have every day be like a Saturday. It’s quite fun, but it has its ups and downs.

For starters, I love spending time with G. We are having all kinds of fun playing with toys, learning to walk and talk, and discovering the world around us. But being a stay-at-home dad can be very isolating. I have to get better at getting out during the day. (Note to self: Must make lists of things to do away from home.)

In other news, Sue and I are getting settled in the new house. Most of the boxes are unpacked, and some of the pictures are hung. The garage is very nearly empty of the things we want in the house, but not enough that we can park both cars in it. Since we have no basement and very little attic space to speak of, we are going to be very frugal about our storage. Sue and I have had to do our own version of “Clean Sweep” with some things. Sue had to sort her stuffed animals into keep, toss, donate. I’ve had to do the same with my books.

The neighborhood we bought in is nice. The neighbors are friendly, and there’s a pool and park in walking distance from the house. We’re also close to our places of work, shopping, and G’s daycare, which he will start going to later this summer. It’s a far cry from our far flung commutes when we lived in Boston. I went from an 36-mile roundtrip to 6 miles. Sue went from 24 miles roundtrip to 10. The weather is nice, and we are adjusting to the heat fine. The house has central air and ceiling fans, so it stays cool day and night. The outside temps are hot, but not unbearable, like most people from up north think. It’s really not any worse than the summer heat in Massachusetts. It just tends to stick around for longer stretches.

That’s really all for now. I have to go do some real chores before the G-man wakes.

We’re back

After a long hiatus on my part, I’m back to trying to update this blog more regularly. Details to follow on my absence for those who don’t know why. For those who do, I can say that being a stay-at-home dad for the summer is fun and tiring.

G is now almost 15 months and trying to walk. He really wants to, but hasn’t quite got the courage yet to go out on his own. More on that, too.

In the meantime, look for changes to the page design that are under way, and check out the flickr badges at right which should be rotating some new photos.

February 2007 (by Sue)

Well G is getting huge! We went to the pediatrician’s late last week and the boy is now 19 pounds and 30 inches long. Yes, our little man is growing up so fast. Even though he is 9 months now, he is already wearing 12-18 month clothes. In addition to physically growing he is becoming interested in more and more food. He now not only enjoys bottles and baby food, but now enjoys jello, chocolate pudding, apple/pear juice and really mushy cereal. Still no teeth at this point, but his dad got them late so no concerns yet. The munchkin is already trying to stand too and I am secretly hoping that he will be mobile soon. Yes, I am told that I will regret those words, but it would make life a litte easier and probably a lot more hectic! We have posted some new pics so check them out. Will post again soon….

January 2007 (by Sue)

The New Year is underway, and G is getting big! He is now 8 months old and time is just flying by. He still has no teeth, but that is all that I am wishing for my birthday this year. The holidays were great, but too fast. Of course our little munchkin really didn’t understand anything, but did like watching paper being ripped apart. Both Tim and I cannot wait for next year when he will be a little older and more awake. Regardless many were generous and he just loves everything that he received. Toys are big now and he seems to love putting them and anything else he can get his hands on into his mouth. He recently discovered the dog and loves patting him and of course pulling on his ears… thankfully the dog is so low key that he doesn’t mind the treatment. I am hoping to upload some new pics taken of G over the last few weeks so all can see just how big he truly is getting.
Happy New Year to all…

It certainly been a while….. (by Sue)

Gee where do I begin? I have taken over the posting given the fact that Tim has lost of other things going on. Anyways, I will try to post regularly as many people visit the site to check on our little munchkin. Hmmm the word little is a term of endearment now rather than a reference to G’s size. He is a whopping 7 months old today, and time is certainly flying by. At this point he is able to sit up alone and is eating food… well given that it is applesauce, pears and everything else Gerber has at step one! He is talking quite a bit these days, and Tim is convinced that he is saying ‘da da.’ Regardless, the frequency and duration has increased so he is certainly growing up. Christmas is approaching and we are both eager to see just how he does with all the excitement. He is certainly going to love all that wrapping paper! I cannot wait to take him to see all the house lights and of course the lighting of the tree. We both eagerly await the next few months… I am looking forward to my sprout walking, while Tim tells me that I will regret those words..we’ll see. Well have been busy posting some recent pics of the kiddo, so check them out. More will be following soon.

Time is flying! (by Sue)

It has almost been a month since the last post, and G is growing fast. Besides growing quite tall, my little munchkin is now able to sit up with support, hold up his head, turn his head to both sides when on his tummy, laugh, giggle, smile and best of all…. yes, he is starting to eat apple sauce and rice cereal. Everyday when I feed him I joke that before he knows it he will be sitting at the table like a big boy. Hard to believe that this little tyke is 4 months old.. the time has flown by. Like many said, he is definitely developing a personality and is fun to be with when his teeth don’t hurt. Yes, you read right— he is teething. While he is only in the beginning stages, I can actually feel the bump in his gums. This week we head for our second round of vaccines, lets hope the second are better than the first.

Three Months… (by Sue)

Well today is a special day for young G–today he is exactly three months old. Hard to believe in some aspects that three months ago today our lives changed forever. I also must admit that I almost don’t remember what it was like without him–well except I do remember this beautiful thing called sleep. I must admit that there are days when I wish for nothing else than to simply put my head down and sleep the day away–but that isn’t going to happen. Regardless, our little bundle of joy is growing and soon enough he will be a big boy and these will be the days we will always treasure. He already has great head control and is quite nosy–he enjoys observing his surroundings and it seems that often the thing that calms him down is a change of scenery. At this point he seems to be enjoying tummy time more and is napping more on his own when needed rather than me trying to get him to sleep. Mind you he still has his fussy days and at times it is a struggle, but everyday you see the smile or grin or hear any coo or mumble out of his mouth it makes it all worth while. So yes, while I may not be getting much sleep these days I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Why is that person looking at me?

Before G was born, I was acutely aware of someone looking in my general direction even without making eye contact with the person. Call it paranoia, but I could tell eyes were fixed in on me. It has always made me uneasy, too.

I am no less aware of it and like it no better now that G is here. Now, though, people are looking at G rather than me. And I don’t know how that makes me feel. People make no secret about trying to catch a glimpse at G. They literally stop in their tracks and crane their necks to see him. I guess that’s a good thing, but it’s going to take some getting used to. I’m biased, but I think he’s a cute baby. Then again, I’ve only seen a few ugly babies in my life.

I know that babies are generally attention getters. Most people who notice them regard them as precious, with the exception of those who are generally annoyed by babies and children. This ogling of my son, and by extension Susan and I, was an unintended consequence. I’m going to have be more open-minded about it, but I won’t ever be comfortable with people coming up to us then to make conversation.

Is it OK for complete strangers to come up to me and ask personal questions about him?

Maybe I’m a jerk, but I wouldn’t go up to a man, point to his wife and say: “How old is she?” Or, “Does she sleep through the night yet?” Or, even, “Can I hold her?”

Obviously those questions are silly for a grown woman. They are appropriate for a baby, but is it really necessary? What if I asked the man about his wife, “Does she spend all your money?”

Granted, it seems like most parents are part of some club, and like a secret handshake, discussing diaper contents is proof of membership. But, you know what? I don’t care about some stranger’s kid. I’m not really interested in whether the kid is advanced or delayed. At least, not yet. However, I do care about the children of the people I know. Those are the ones who I have learned from in the past, and will continue to touch on for advice.

Maybe someone’s unsolicited advice will come in handy someday, but so far it’s mostly been a quote from some expert’s book that I promised myself I wouldn’t read. That’s when I’m like: “Thanks?”

Seems like it’s just another thing to get used to now that I’m a dad.