Joe's Jams

Joe has already developed a little ear for music. If he’s fussy, all you have to do is start singing him a light and happy tune. He goes all quiet and stares at your face until you’re done singing, and then he smiles. (If you sing him a tune that’s kind of sad, he’ll keep fussing!)

This is my favorite to sing to him. He’s an Angel Baby, so it just came out of my mouth one day — and it’s been a daily thing ever since.

“Angel Baby”
Rosie & The Originals

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This one is another favorite. (Can you tell I spent a lot of time listening to my dad’s records as a kid?)

“I Love How You Love Me”
The Paris Sisters

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At night, when I feed him after his bath, we listen to a CD I made to listen to while in labor. The first song is from the Curious George soundtrack, of all things. Patrick calls it “hippie music,” but I think it’s a sweet song for a kid.

“With My Own Two Hands”
Ben Harper and Jack Johnson

A Day in the Life of Joe


6:30 a.m.

Wakes us up with his baby-talk version of “Hello? You guys up yet?”

Patrick gets up to give him the bottle I pumped the night before. I sit up to pump the next feeding.

7 a.m.

Morning PT – I help Joe with:

  • Tummy time. This helps him learn to push up on his elbows. (He hates it, but if he’s ever going to crawl he has to do it!)
  • Rolling over. He can get onto his side, but then he gets stuck. He’s such a calm kid that he would probably stay like that for days if you didn’t help him follow through.
  • Sit-ups. I pull him by his hands up to a sitting position and make sure he’s holding his head steady instead of flopping it back. (He’s already the world champion of this, so we don’t really need to do it anymore. But it makes him smile!)
  • Sitting without support. He’s getting less wobbly all the time! If you balance him just right, he can sit like a champ for a few seconds. Then he starts to topple over sideways, backward or forward. (Forward is the funniest because, again, he would stay like that for days – with his face down between his feet – if you didn’t come get him.)

8 – 10 a.m.

Nap time! (Lately he has not been using this time to sleep, but he will stay in the crib and enjoy talking to himself for a while.) This is when I get some work done, tidy up the house a bit, or just goof off.

10 a.m.

Another bottle for Joe, another pumping for me.

Then we might do any of the following:

  • A play date. We have a regular group of moms and babies that we get together with. Sometimes it’s at someone’s house, or it might be at one of the local mom hangouts like Cartwheels & Coffee or Chat & Play Café.
  • A walk. Joe loves it outside. If he’s fussy, all you have to do is step onto the porch and he goes all quiet and serene. Even if we don’t have time for a walk, we do go out and say hello to the trees. And there’s a big yellow “children at play” sign at the end of our driveway that makes him smile every time he sees it.
  • Some shopping. I usually try to do groceries on a weekend or evening, so I’m not distracted from my complicated coupon system, but Joe is a lot of fun in the store. He loves the bright lights, and I like to show him things from the produce department and say their names.
  • Lunch. We might go out to meet a friend (we had lunch with Patrick one day last week!) or we might stay in. While I eat a sandwich, Joe sits in his exersaucer or kicks around in his baby gym.
  • Weight Watchers. I still go once a week, and Joe is a big hit with the ladies there. He stays perfectly quiet for the meetings and patiently tolerates a lot of cooing and cheek-pinching afterward.

2 – 4 p.m.

Nap time! This might be earlier and longer, if he blew off his morning nap or got worn out with whatever we did around lunch time. I get a little work done, maybe pump another feeding, whatever.

4 p.m.

Another feeding for Joe, and pumping for me if I haven’t already.

A little play time, maybe a swing on the porch if it’s nice out.

5 p.m.

I start dinner while Joe plays or swings. Sometimes I put him in his Bumbo seat on the counter so he can watch me make dinner.

6 p.m.

Daddy’s home! He plays with Joe while I get dinner ready. We eat while Joe swings or watches us from his perch on the table.

7 p.m.

Bath time! Patrick bathes Joe while I hover and coo at him (he’s just so CUTE in the tub!)

Once he’s dry and PJ’ed, I feed Joe while we listen to music in his room. Then we read a book. Smooches from both of us and he’s down for the night.

He rarely falls asleep right away, but within an hour or so he’s usually conked out. Patrick makes fun of me because I check the video monitor every 10 minutes just to look at him sleeping.

What an easy, sweet baby!

So Lucky

This morning I was feeding Joe and turned on the DVR to catch up on yesterday’s Oprah. Toward the end of the show, she shared this video, which was made by the father of a baby boy born with Trisomy 18.

I was completely riveted, watching how this child spent each day with tubes going every which way and everyone marveling at his progress. I kept thinking how lucky we are to have a healthy baby, whose only problems to date are a crossed eye and a mild cold.

At the end of the video, there were tears streaming down my face. I was still watching the screen when I felt two little eyes on me. I looked down at Joe. As soon as we locked eyes, he let out the loudest belly laugh I’ve ever heard from him. Little monkey!

I gave him an extra big squeeze before his nap.

Slacker!

I know, I know. The blog posts are getting few and far between these days. There’s a lot going on, but none of it’s interesting enough to blog about.

Joe had his 4-month checkup a couple of weeks ago. He got some follow-up shots (which only hurt my feelings a little this time) and the doctor expressed some concern about his eyes. They still cross and don’t seem to “track” properly, something they’re supposed to do by 2-3 months of age.

So off to the peds ophthalmologist we went. Joe had a full examination (including dilated pupils, which made him look a little crazy!) and the diagnosis was “delayed visual maturation.” Essentially, that means his eyes are fine but the connection between them and the brain is still a little staticky. It should resolve by Christmas, and we have a Dec. 15 appointment to make sure.

In the meantime, he’s just getting cuter every day. He has a little cold now, but still gets up with a big smile on his face!

More Stuff ….

I forgot to mention that last week at Weight Watchers I had them weigh Joe too. He was 13.2 pounds!

(And I’ve lost 17. Woo hoo!)

Also, my mother wrote an essay about living in Degirmendere, Turkey, when she and my dad were first married. It finally found a home in the Today’s Zaman newspaper. Read it!

Happy October!

I’ve been meaning to post all week but I’ve been working like crazy. I was tempted to turn down some assignments so I could spend more time in this beautiful weather with Joe. But if you’ve been watching the news, you know that now is not the time to turn down money!

We had a nice visit with Joe’s Grandma and Grandpa last weekend. Joe’s teething pain eventually settled down and we all went to the state fair. Joe spent the day studying his hand, so it really didn’t matter where we were to him, but the rest of us enjoyed the exhibits and the atmosphere.

Joe’s Grandpa got him a Radio Flyer Roadster, which you can tell Patrick really wishes came in adult size. Joe will be toodling up and down the sidewalk on this before we know it:

On Tuesday Joe and I met up with the other Baby Mamas (and their babies) for a stroll around Maymont. He slept through most of the walk but was wide awake for some play time in the grass afterwards.

His new favorite thing is what we call his “Command Post,” an exersaucer handed down from his cousins. His feet don’t quite touch the bottom yet, but he likes to be spun around and shown the different toys on it. One of the rattles makes him laugh so hard he can’t catch his breath!

Teething!

Joe’s Grandma and Grandpa are visiting all the way from New York. They were only here a few hours when he decided this would be a good day to start teething. Yikes!

Poor thing has gone from a little fussy to all-out screaming all day, and the only thing that soothes him is gnawing on somebody’s knuckles. All this, after we’ve bragged for so long about what a calm and sweet baby he is.

We finally got him to sleep with the help of Hyland’s Teething Tablets, which my sister highly recommended. He hardly ate a thing all day though, so I’m expecting him to wake up hungry any second.

The books say it can be weeks between these first signs and when the tooth actually appears, so he might not wake up tomorrow with his first choppers.

Still. He’s growing up too fast!

Since 2008