Sunday, February 24, 2008
My little gymboree graduate
Mr. Lukas Pukas graduated from Gymboree level I on Friday! It was an impromptu graduation as the previous week he had missed it because of being sick and my father's passing, but it worked out in the end. We almost didn't go, but I'm glad we did. It was a nice distraction. Now, he goes on to level II! I have several great pictures of the beaming graduate, but of course, my fave is the one of him looking at me as if saying, "mom, seriously, do we need to keep taking more pictures?!" What can I say, I'm one proud mama!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Daddy, I miss you
On Valentine's Day 2008, at 2:30 in the morning, I lost my father. He passed away quietly at Kendall Regional Hospital, about eight hours after having been taken in for an apparent stroke that caused bleeding in the brain. He was given morphine and slipped into a sweet sleep, just like he always wanted to go. He didn't suffer, he wasn't in pain, and he had his beloved wife of thirty-some-odd years by his side.
My father was a great man. His life, which I'll never know completely, was rich in experiences. He had conflicts, I think, with himself and the world around him at times, but he was a great man. Born on January 21, 1930, the fourth child of six in Manizales, Colombia, he lost his mother to breast cancer and his father to a motorcycle accident when he was relatively young. He went into seminary school in his teens, I think, and became a priest, also at a young age. He was a priest for many, many years, in Colombia, Chile, and ultimately in the United States, where he grew disillusioned with the Church for reasons I will never know because he never spoke about it and candidly changed the subject when asked. In the early 70's, he left the church, met my mom, and they married. I was their only child.
My father was a great man. I learned from him many things: the love of animals and all creatures created by God; the love of music, art, and writing; to be open minded; to honor my family; and many more. From when I can remember, he had health problems, and because of that, I remember him involved much in my life. He would walk and pick me up from elementary school and we'd go back home together. He loved me and I him, even when challanges came and we didn't agree on things. He was a tough man. And we went through some tough times, many of those related to his health problems. There were times when I didn't know why my mom stayed with him, but I'm thankful that she did because she was his saving grace in the end. There were times when I wanted to run away (like most teenagers I guess) and never see him again, but I'm glad I didn't because I would've cheated myself from the years that came.
My father was a great man, and he suffered a lot. In the last nine years of his life, his life revolved around his wheel chair, and my mother. Because of circulation problems, he lost his right leg, right above the knee, in 1998. Since then, it has been a slow moving rollercoaster ride, inching closer and closer to his death. He was tired. He didn't want to suffer. He was reduced to being in a wheelchair at all times and relying on my mom for everything, something he was not used to. He never gave up his cigarette.
On February 13, 2008, I spoke to my dad for the last time at 11:30 am. He had recently been somewhat depressed, so I was trying to call more often. He sounded more upbeat, he was eating lunch, and we chatted for a bit. That afternoon, neither my mom nor I could reach him. When my mom got home from work, at around 5:30 pm, she found him lying on his bed, his left side paralyzed, and breathing heavily. We're not sure how long he had been like that. She called me, and I called 911. When rescue got there, the took him immediately to the nearest hospital. He'd had a stroke. I went straight to the hospital and met him after they wheeled him out of the CT scan. He did not look good. He kept calling for my mom, and for water. He never got his water. My mom came and we stayed by his side, telling him how much we loved him, praying for him, and telling him of his grandson, who gave him immense joy in these last five months of his life. I think he smiled when we mentioned Lukas. Jorge came, too, and he told him not to worry about us, that he would take care of us. I gave my daddy a kiss for the last time, stroked his hair, and told him I loved him. And then I went home to my son. Jorge stayed with my mom until about midnight, and my aunt stayed until 1 am. At 2:24 my mom called, saying that my dad was dying. We got ready to go. Not even 5 minutes later, she called again to tell us he had passed away. My dad was with the lord now.
It has been rough. I am ok one moment, and the next, I just picture him and I get so sad and can't fight the tears. I miss him. We had had rough times, but in recent years, our relationship had grown stronger, and I'm going to miss that. I'm sad that Lukas will not be able to grow up with him, but I'm thankful that he got to meet his grandfather, and that in turn, he gave my father a lot of happiness. My mom has felt his loss tremendously. Her life had revolved around him for the last nine years as she was not only his wife, but his nurse and his friend. and it's the second person she loses in four months - her mom passed away in October.
I know that there will come challenging times as we learn to live with this new void. I guess we'll just take things one day at a time. My dad will be cremated, and his ashes will be taken to Colombia - he's going back home.
Daddy, I miss you.
My father was a great man. His life, which I'll never know completely, was rich in experiences. He had conflicts, I think, with himself and the world around him at times, but he was a great man. Born on January 21, 1930, the fourth child of six in Manizales, Colombia, he lost his mother to breast cancer and his father to a motorcycle accident when he was relatively young. He went into seminary school in his teens, I think, and became a priest, also at a young age. He was a priest for many, many years, in Colombia, Chile, and ultimately in the United States, where he grew disillusioned with the Church for reasons I will never know because he never spoke about it and candidly changed the subject when asked. In the early 70's, he left the church, met my mom, and they married. I was their only child.
My father was a great man. I learned from him many things: the love of animals and all creatures created by God; the love of music, art, and writing; to be open minded; to honor my family; and many more. From when I can remember, he had health problems, and because of that, I remember him involved much in my life. He would walk and pick me up from elementary school and we'd go back home together. He loved me and I him, even when challanges came and we didn't agree on things. He was a tough man. And we went through some tough times, many of those related to his health problems. There were times when I didn't know why my mom stayed with him, but I'm thankful that she did because she was his saving grace in the end. There were times when I wanted to run away (like most teenagers I guess) and never see him again, but I'm glad I didn't because I would've cheated myself from the years that came.
My father was a great man, and he suffered a lot. In the last nine years of his life, his life revolved around his wheel chair, and my mother. Because of circulation problems, he lost his right leg, right above the knee, in 1998. Since then, it has been a slow moving rollercoaster ride, inching closer and closer to his death. He was tired. He didn't want to suffer. He was reduced to being in a wheelchair at all times and relying on my mom for everything, something he was not used to. He never gave up his cigarette.
On February 13, 2008, I spoke to my dad for the last time at 11:30 am. He had recently been somewhat depressed, so I was trying to call more often. He sounded more upbeat, he was eating lunch, and we chatted for a bit. That afternoon, neither my mom nor I could reach him. When my mom got home from work, at around 5:30 pm, she found him lying on his bed, his left side paralyzed, and breathing heavily. We're not sure how long he had been like that. She called me, and I called 911. When rescue got there, the took him immediately to the nearest hospital. He'd had a stroke. I went straight to the hospital and met him after they wheeled him out of the CT scan. He did not look good. He kept calling for my mom, and for water. He never got his water. My mom came and we stayed by his side, telling him how much we loved him, praying for him, and telling him of his grandson, who gave him immense joy in these last five months of his life. I think he smiled when we mentioned Lukas. Jorge came, too, and he told him not to worry about us, that he would take care of us. I gave my daddy a kiss for the last time, stroked his hair, and told him I loved him. And then I went home to my son. Jorge stayed with my mom until about midnight, and my aunt stayed until 1 am. At 2:24 my mom called, saying that my dad was dying. We got ready to go. Not even 5 minutes later, she called again to tell us he had passed away. My dad was with the lord now.
It has been rough. I am ok one moment, and the next, I just picture him and I get so sad and can't fight the tears. I miss him. We had had rough times, but in recent years, our relationship had grown stronger, and I'm going to miss that. I'm sad that Lukas will not be able to grow up with him, but I'm thankful that he got to meet his grandfather, and that in turn, he gave my father a lot of happiness. My mom has felt his loss tremendously. Her life had revolved around him for the last nine years as she was not only his wife, but his nurse and his friend. and it's the second person she loses in four months - her mom passed away in October.
I know that there will come challenging times as we learn to live with this new void. I guess we'll just take things one day at a time. My dad will be cremated, and his ashes will be taken to Colombia - he's going back home.
Daddy, I miss you.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
The domino effect
It's incredible how one things leads to another, which then leads to another, which in turn leads to yet another, until you come full circle. Last week, Lukas was diagnosed with a small ear infection and was given antibiotics for it. We stayed in Tues, Wed and Thurs to play it safe, but he looked and sounded fine. So Friday we ventured out and headed to Gymboree and then met up with Kristine before she headed northbound to New York.
Saturday, Lukas woke up with diarrhea. I thought it was the squash he'd started Friday. Turns out, it was the antibiotic. I called the dr's office and they told me to feed him starches and keep him hydrated. He was fine during the day, no more diarrhea, but a little bit of a cough. We took him over to my parents so Jorge and I could have a "date night" (omg - Dave & Busters has a DELICIOUS chocolate fondue dessert - YUM!). Sat night into Sunday, he began to cough a bit worse, he had more diarrhea bouts, he started sounded congested and stuffy, and he developed some mucousy poop with what looked like a little bit of blood. Not good signs. Called the nurse on call and was told to monitor him and check in the next day.
Monday, full blown cold (runny nose, stuffy, coughing, etc but thankfully no fever), more diarrhea with visible blood and stringy mucous, and not wanting to eat solids, just nurse. Other than that, he was happy and playful. So we went to the doctor. She discontinued the antibiotic since he'd already been on it for a week; she checked his ears and they were all clear; she checked his lungs - only a little bit of wheezing so she prescribed the nebulizer 3 x's a day. She tested the poop, and sure enough, there was blood; apparently it could be a small anal fissure. Poor baby! If it keeps up, we have to go back later in the week and get the poop tested further to make sure it's not coming from his tummy. :(
After stopping the antibiotic and starting the nebulizer though, Lukas is doing much better. Last night we did a steam bath and put some Vicks Vapor Rub in his cool mist humidifier, and he had a better night and sounds much less congested this mornig (and no runny nose!). Diarrhea seems to have gone, no stringy mucous in the poop, and I don't see any blood. Yay!
So Gymboree level 1 graduation has been postponed - don't want to get any of the other kids sick although it wouldn't surprise me that that's how he got sick in the first place! That or the doctor's office. We have officially gone three times in the past 3 weeks. Hopefully we can skip next week before his 6 month appt the week after. Sheesh. And let's hope mommy and daddy don't get sick, too!
Saturday, Lukas woke up with diarrhea. I thought it was the squash he'd started Friday. Turns out, it was the antibiotic. I called the dr's office and they told me to feed him starches and keep him hydrated. He was fine during the day, no more diarrhea, but a little bit of a cough. We took him over to my parents so Jorge and I could have a "date night" (omg - Dave & Busters has a DELICIOUS chocolate fondue dessert - YUM!). Sat night into Sunday, he began to cough a bit worse, he had more diarrhea bouts, he started sounded congested and stuffy, and he developed some mucousy poop with what looked like a little bit of blood. Not good signs. Called the nurse on call and was told to monitor him and check in the next day.
Monday, full blown cold (runny nose, stuffy, coughing, etc but thankfully no fever), more diarrhea with visible blood and stringy mucous, and not wanting to eat solids, just nurse. Other than that, he was happy and playful. So we went to the doctor. She discontinued the antibiotic since he'd already been on it for a week; she checked his ears and they were all clear; she checked his lungs - only a little bit of wheezing so she prescribed the nebulizer 3 x's a day. She tested the poop, and sure enough, there was blood; apparently it could be a small anal fissure. Poor baby! If it keeps up, we have to go back later in the week and get the poop tested further to make sure it's not coming from his tummy. :(
After stopping the antibiotic and starting the nebulizer though, Lukas is doing much better. Last night we did a steam bath and put some Vicks Vapor Rub in his cool mist humidifier, and he had a better night and sounds much less congested this mornig (and no runny nose!). Diarrhea seems to have gone, no stringy mucous in the poop, and I don't see any blood. Yay!
So Gymboree level 1 graduation has been postponed - don't want to get any of the other kids sick although it wouldn't surprise me that that's how he got sick in the first place! That or the doctor's office. We have officially gone three times in the past 3 weeks. Hopefully we can skip next week before his 6 month appt the week after. Sheesh. And let's hope mommy and daddy don't get sick, too!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
You're Going to Miss This
There's one thing I love about country music, and that's that it really hits the nail on the head, so to speak. I heard this song by Trace Adkins today. It reminded me of how many times I've said, "oh I can't wait for..." But for once in my life, I wish time could stand still, because I know I'm really going to miss this. As it is, these past 5.5 months have gone by ridiculously quick, and I can barely remember my baby and a helpless newborn who couldn't hold his own head and whose hospital picture barely resembles the active infant he's becoming. So this is for everyone who wishes time to fast forward - let's hit pause for a moment because once this moment passes, we're going to look back and really miss it.
She was staring out the window of that SUV
Complaning, saying "I can't wait to turn 18"
She said "I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules"
Mamma put the car in park out there in front of the school
Then she kissed her head and said "I was just like you"
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
Before she knows it she's a brand new bride
In a one-bedroom apartment, and her daddy stops by
He tells her "It's a nice place"
She says "It'll do for now"
Starts talking about babies and buying a house
Daddy shakes his head and says "Baby, just slow down"
Cause you're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater
Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'
One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'
She keeps apologizin'
He says "They don't bother me.
I've got 2 babies of my own. One's 36, one's 23.
Huh, it's hard to believe, but ...
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
She was staring out the window of that SUV
Complaning, saying "I can't wait to turn 18"
She said "I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules"
Mamma put the car in park out there in front of the school
Then she kissed her head and said "I was just like you"
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
Before she knows it she's a brand new bride
In a one-bedroom apartment, and her daddy stops by
He tells her "It's a nice place"
She says "It'll do for now"
Starts talking about babies and buying a house
Daddy shakes his head and says "Baby, just slow down"
Cause you're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater
Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'
One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'
She keeps apologizin'
He says "They don't bother me.
I've got 2 babies of my own. One's 36, one's 23.
Huh, it's hard to believe, but ...
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
Ladies and gentlemen, we have sleep!
Okay, so it felt grand to have finally slept after a week and a half of sleepless nights. Last night, Lukas went to bed at 9:30 pm and did not wake until 5 am - that's 7.5 hours! I went to sleep right when he did, so I got the 7.5 hours of sleep. Heaven! Then, I nursed him and he slept for about another 3 hrs. Wonderful. My batteries are recharged and we got stuff done around the house. It was a good day. :)
On another note, Mr. Lukas gave me another roll today from back to belly. He was in the family room on the mat with his toy train that abuelita got him on one side and a drum set that my cousin in Colombia got him on the other. I turned to do something and when I looked back, he was on his tummy grabbing the drum. Very cute! So that's tummy to back, 3, and back to tummy, 2.
And right now, my little angel is sleeping soundly. He just amazes me so much every day. When sleeping, he looks just like his daddy and he can do no wrong. It's crazy to think that that innocence we posses as babies one day disappeard and we become calculating, cynical, and lying adults. Okay, so not all of us are that bad, but our innocence is stripped from us and we lose the spontainety and truth that comes with childhood. How many of us can say we've laughed recently with that same genuine joy that is heard in a baby's laughter? I can't remember when I ever laughed the way Lukas laughs, although I know I must have at some point in my life. Or when have we been so happy to see our parents the way he is happy to see us? Right now, we, as parents, can do no wrong by him, and all he wants to do is be with us, soaking in all the attention we give him. There will come a day when he no longer wants to be the center of our universe and will shrink away from our caresses and lavish shows of affection. For now, though, I cherish being able to hug him tightly, to tickle those wonderful laughs out of him, to snuggle with him during nap time, and to kiss his cheeks, his nose, and his belly.
On another note, Mr. Lukas gave me another roll today from back to belly. He was in the family room on the mat with his toy train that abuelita got him on one side and a drum set that my cousin in Colombia got him on the other. I turned to do something and when I looked back, he was on his tummy grabbing the drum. Very cute! So that's tummy to back, 3, and back to tummy, 2.
And right now, my little angel is sleeping soundly. He just amazes me so much every day. When sleeping, he looks just like his daddy and he can do no wrong. It's crazy to think that that innocence we posses as babies one day disappeard and we become calculating, cynical, and lying adults. Okay, so not all of us are that bad, but our innocence is stripped from us and we lose the spontainety and truth that comes with childhood. How many of us can say we've laughed recently with that same genuine joy that is heard in a baby's laughter? I can't remember when I ever laughed the way Lukas laughs, although I know I must have at some point in my life. Or when have we been so happy to see our parents the way he is happy to see us? Right now, we, as parents, can do no wrong by him, and all he wants to do is be with us, soaking in all the attention we give him. There will come a day when he no longer wants to be the center of our universe and will shrink away from our caresses and lavish shows of affection. For now, though, I cherish being able to hug him tightly, to tickle those wonderful laughs out of him, to snuggle with him during nap time, and to kiss his cheeks, his nose, and his belly.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
There's a method to the madness
It looks like my little Lukas Pukas actually has an ear infection, which is likely partially causing the sleepless nights. After the waking up and lack of sleep continued througout the weekend, we went back to see the pediatrician, only this time, when she went to look into his ears, he screamed bloody murder. She was able to see that his left ear drum was slightly red. According to what she told us, it was only a little bit red towards the top, so it was the beginning of an ear infection - good news as that meant we got it in time. So Lukas has his first ear infection, and his first encounter with antibiotics and ear drops. How fun.
I have to admit, though, that I was very surprised since he did not, and still doesn't, exhibit the commong signs of an ear infection. The only "symptoms" he has are the sleepless nights and the slightly elevated temp at the doctor's office yesterday (99.8 rectally). All last week, last night and today, his temp has been normal. Go figure. I do think that some of it is probably behavioral, but maybe he just wasn't feeling 100% himself and that's why he needed the extra love. Other than that, he's great - laughing, babbling, and playing all the time. Of course, mommy is exhausted since the sleepless nights continue. Last night he woke up every hour on the hour from 9 pm - 1 am. Then, after I fed him and swaddled him, he was kind enough to give me the rest of the night until 7 am, with a brief waking at 4 am.
I hope this "thing" doesn't last too long and he's back to sleeping at night soon - I have no idea how I'm going to handle sleepless nights when I go back to work. I guess if everyone else can do it, I can, too, but man, how I crave some sleep right now.
I have to admit, though, that I was very surprised since he did not, and still doesn't, exhibit the commong signs of an ear infection. The only "symptoms" he has are the sleepless nights and the slightly elevated temp at the doctor's office yesterday (99.8 rectally). All last week, last night and today, his temp has been normal. Go figure. I do think that some of it is probably behavioral, but maybe he just wasn't feeling 100% himself and that's why he needed the extra love. Other than that, he's great - laughing, babbling, and playing all the time. Of course, mommy is exhausted since the sleepless nights continue. Last night he woke up every hour on the hour from 9 pm - 1 am. Then, after I fed him and swaddled him, he was kind enough to give me the rest of the night until 7 am, with a brief waking at 4 am.
I hope this "thing" doesn't last too long and he's back to sleeping at night soon - I have no idea how I'm going to handle sleepless nights when I go back to work. I guess if everyone else can do it, I can, too, but man, how I crave some sleep right now.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
I. Need. Sleep.
My good sleeper is gone - or rather, has been gone but is now a horrible sleeper. Which means I'm not getting any sleep. At least daddy can go to the guest room and sleep. Although, we may try to switch tonight.
For the past month, Lukas went from sleeping through the night, some seven to nine hours, to waking up once or twice a night. Okay. I can deal with that. For the last week, ever since we attempted to move him into his room, he's been waking up an hour after going to sleep, crying, hysterical, and then several times throughout the night crying. So we moved him back into our room so we could get some sleep. The problem? He's still waking up like clockwork an hour after going to sleep and then several times throughout the night, crying. What used to work, giving him the paci and patting his butt, doesn't work anymore. He is literally crying a desparate, new cry in what seems to be his sleep. Separation anxiety? Teething? Growth surt? Spoiled? I have no idea. Sigh.
Then, for the last two nights, he's been waking up a lot more. Last night, he was up an hour after going to bed, then every two hours until about 4 am when he decided he wanted to be up. I tried to let him cry, but the cry just got worse and worse and so I picked him up and fed him, thinking he was hungry. Still awake and crying. I changed his diaper. Still awake and crying. I patted his butt, rocked him, and gave him his paci. He finally stopped crying but would not go back to sleep. He would start crying as soon as I layed him down. So I gave up and turned on Mister Rogers' Neighborhood (man, I never realized just how creepy he was! And to think I loved watching that show...but that's another topic altogether) and sat him up. And let me tell you, Mr. Lukas was very content and babbling. Another sigh.
That lasted till about 6 am when he finally went down - for an hour. So I treaded over to the guest room, gave him to daddy, and I headed to the guest room to sleep for a couple hours. Come to find out, Lukas decided to be nice and sleep for daddy. Triple sigh.
So that's where we're at. We have to figure out what's going on and how to solve this because he is capable of sleeping through the night. He doesn't need to eat. It's becoming habit. He doesn't know how to soothe himself back to sleep because we've always been there patting his butt and putting the paci in. Well, we need sleep!
For the past month, Lukas went from sleeping through the night, some seven to nine hours, to waking up once or twice a night. Okay. I can deal with that. For the last week, ever since we attempted to move him into his room, he's been waking up an hour after going to sleep, crying, hysterical, and then several times throughout the night crying. So we moved him back into our room so we could get some sleep. The problem? He's still waking up like clockwork an hour after going to sleep and then several times throughout the night, crying. What used to work, giving him the paci and patting his butt, doesn't work anymore. He is literally crying a desparate, new cry in what seems to be his sleep. Separation anxiety? Teething? Growth surt? Spoiled? I have no idea. Sigh.
Then, for the last two nights, he's been waking up a lot more. Last night, he was up an hour after going to bed, then every two hours until about 4 am when he decided he wanted to be up. I tried to let him cry, but the cry just got worse and worse and so I picked him up and fed him, thinking he was hungry. Still awake and crying. I changed his diaper. Still awake and crying. I patted his butt, rocked him, and gave him his paci. He finally stopped crying but would not go back to sleep. He would start crying as soon as I layed him down. So I gave up and turned on Mister Rogers' Neighborhood (man, I never realized just how creepy he was! And to think I loved watching that show...but that's another topic altogether) and sat him up. And let me tell you, Mr. Lukas was very content and babbling. Another sigh.
That lasted till about 6 am when he finally went down - for an hour. So I treaded over to the guest room, gave him to daddy, and I headed to the guest room to sleep for a couple hours. Come to find out, Lukas decided to be nice and sleep for daddy. Triple sigh.
So that's where we're at. We have to figure out what's going on and how to solve this because he is capable of sleeping through the night. He doesn't need to eat. It's becoming habit. He doesn't know how to soothe himself back to sleep because we've always been there patting his butt and putting the paci in. Well, we need sleep!
Friday, February 1, 2008
Daddy got into a car accident
what a yucky start to the day. On his way to work, daddy got hit from behind, thanks to someone cutting him off and him having to slam on his breaks. Thank God, he is fine, just a sore back. His car got a little damaged but nothing compared to the last time he got hit from behind. Man, Miami drivers - seriously.
On that note, today, I saw someone in a sports car give "the birdie" to the car behind him through the sunroof. Nice. What a hospitable city in which we live. No wonder we made it on the list of worst drivers and rudest people.
On that note, today, I saw someone in a sports car give "the birdie" to the car behind him through the sunroof. Nice. What a hospitable city in which we live. No wonder we made it on the list of worst drivers and rudest people.
Let the rolling, and milestones, continue!
This morning, Lukas graced us with 3 more rolls from tummy to belly, and then he encored with a roll from back to belly! We were able to capture one of the rolls from tummy to belly on video camera - success! He's very happy rolling from tummy to back, but not so happy from back to tummy. Something about being on his tummy makes him quite cranky.
Then, after all the rolling, he was ready for breakfast. Today's menu, oatmeal cereal with mommy's milk and a side of sweet potatoe. It was his first time eating any baby food, so this is his official introduction into the world of solids (I don't count cereal, really). His reaction? Something along the lines of: mom, what IS this stuff? I'm not sure I like it (with a puckered up face, closed eyes, scrunched nose, and quick head shake), but let me try again (mouth opened for more).
After breakfast, and after a wonderful nap, we headed to Gymboree. It was his second class today. He's still not sure what to make of it, but he has decided he loves blanket play of peek-a-boo, being swung back and forth and up and down with the blanket, and the lovely Colombian 3-month-old baby next to him. Although I think she said something to him today to make him cry, but he got over that and was content to gaze up at the colors of the "falling parachute." We've built a house, sang with Gymbo the clown, played the wheels on the bus, and even got a foot rub -well, Lukas did, anyway. He is not liking being down on his back (or belly) now - all he wants to do is sit. I think he will be ready to graduate soon, perhaps before the month is over. Now THAT will be a site worth seeing.
Then, after all the rolling, he was ready for breakfast. Today's menu, oatmeal cereal with mommy's milk and a side of sweet potatoe. It was his first time eating any baby food, so this is his official introduction into the world of solids (I don't count cereal, really). His reaction? Something along the lines of: mom, what IS this stuff? I'm not sure I like it (with a puckered up face, closed eyes, scrunched nose, and quick head shake), but let me try again (mouth opened for more).
After breakfast, and after a wonderful nap, we headed to Gymboree. It was his second class today. He's still not sure what to make of it, but he has decided he loves blanket play of peek-a-boo, being swung back and forth and up and down with the blanket, and the lovely Colombian 3-month-old baby next to him. Although I think she said something to him today to make him cry, but he got over that and was content to gaze up at the colors of the "falling parachute." We've built a house, sang with Gymbo the clown, played the wheels on the bus, and even got a foot rub -well, Lukas did, anyway. He is not liking being down on his back (or belly) now - all he wants to do is sit. I think he will be ready to graduate soon, perhaps before the month is over. Now THAT will be a site worth seeing.
