Friday, August 29, 2008

A little nepotism never hurt

ALERT! If you are a fan of children's music (or just a fan of my brother Nick), see the newest addition to the world of blogs:

http://bathtubsinging.blogspot.com/

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Grunkle and Aunty Moe

Miles has finally been introduced to all of his Uncles and Aunts! Grunkle S and Aunty S (Moe) came from Bean Town to spend some time with Mee-layz. Grunkle is a hard sell, but I think Miles stole his heart. Perhaps it was the moment when Miles explosively unloaded into his diaper on S. Charming no doubt. I have to admit, I wasn't worried about Miles's Aunts taking to him like a premenopausal woman to chocolate, but the (Gr)uncles were always a question. Uncle N from Miami practically stuffed the wee child into his luggage to take him back to the Grove. And Uncle S surprised us all and easily took to feeding Miles a bottle, burping him (see below), and dare I say I saw a tear or two as he held him and commented, "it's my nephew!" Ah, be still my heart. I already cannot wait for Grunkle and Moe to come back and visit...After Miles decided to give himself a golden shower, we changed him into what ended up being the same shirt Grunkle wore! Of course, documentation was required.


And here is some proof of the bottle feeding:
The next picture is taken with "color accent" on my camera. Basically, it does black and white and then green. I have NO idea why, but it is the closest I can get to B&W on the camera (otherwise I have to change the pic to B&W in iPhoto)
I have been tremendously busy with work and with general "life" (visitors, moving, showering...ha!) so the majority of my posts have been picture-centric. Of course, do you really want to read the ramblings of a first time mother? There is so much to write though, and once I get a handle on the picture explosions, I'll get back to journaling more. Don't get too excited. I will say that motherhood is just divine. You know what else is divine? Walking into a room and seeing images like this:

This baby's eyes drive me crazy! And we still get people thinking that we actually comb this boy's hair. Oh no--it is an all natural comb over (eat your heart out Donald Trump).


Here is documentation that Mee-layz is sporting the baby chub. I never thought the day would come. Eric and I now have to clean Miles's FOLDS when changing his diaper. With each layer of brown fat, he gets more delicious. Not in the Jeffery Dahmer/Silence of the Lamb sense...but you do want to just nibble on his legs. (I am totally THAT mom; oh dear).
Although Miles is still learning to smile, we were able to catch one of those precious moments that he beams with happiness.
Circus performer, swimmer, pimp...so many professions to choose from! We need to add baby boxer to the list. Miles has discovered his fists and is ready to fight. I don't think he would ever want to hurt anyone (unless you took away his food source or Nuk).
And another video. I recognize that these are far more entertaining for Mom and Dad then they are for the public. We are turning in to those parents I scoffed at. Well, that's it for tonight. I need to pretend that I am facing a night of uninterrupted sleep. (A girl can dream. Wait. No, I don't have enough sleep to fall into a dream state!)

Thursday, August 7, 2008

It Takes a Village (picture explosion part II)

How can you deny this face? Mee-layz was sitting on my chest in the baby Bjorn carrier, and his eyes just about melted my heart.

The running theme over the past 12 weeks, outside of eat, poop and sleep, has been: our friends and family rock! I am short of anything more eloquent to say as I still contend that lack of sleep has eroded all semblances of my writing capabilities. It certainly does take a village to raise baby Miles, and good thing we have a community of amazing friends and family to help. We have had guests travel here from far and wide (and some that have, sadly, just moved away), to contribute to the Milesapolooza.

Aunty B and Aunty Studs made their way to Atlanta during their respective "traveling tours" this summer. As always, the time passed too quickly, and Miles misses his new girlfriends. We sported the Team Heintz onesie, but he promptly soiled it, and only Studs got to see it; I'll post a picture when it makes it through the laundry rotation again. The week was filled with lots of laughs, impossible NY Times x-words, "baby indications," blueberry boy bait, squash soup, and lots of cuddling (with the baby...not me). It is pretty unbelievable that I have known these girls since I was a wee child myself. And here is "the one that got away." Tante K, who probably spent more time with Miles in utero than anyone short of Eric, has fled the state to become a doctor. Much of the lemonade and chocolate milk (before I was barred from eating chocolate) that Miles is surely made up of was given to me by Tante K. She accompanied me to CVS for frequent blood pressure checks, and drove my sick rear around during those terrible 20 weeks. I have so much to thank her for, and just hope that like Aunty B and Aunty Studs, Tante K will be a permanent fixture in Miles's life. Lest you think Miles is only a ladies' man (is that possessive?) He does steal the hearts of men, too. We first saw that when Uncle N just about stole him from our house to take him back to Miami. Here we have "My 2 Dads" (remember that show?) changing Mee-layz at a recent get together. It looks like Uncle K has been mesmerized by the doughy (red) eyes and the unmistakable smell of hot pretzels (have I mentioned Miles's dirty diapers smell like hot pretzels?)And now, the comedy portion of our show! Pappi recently discovered the joy of dressing Miles up in ridiculousness. It is not a bow tie as you might guess (I am sure that will come with time), but Eric enjoys putting Miles's nuk on his head like a hat. He thinks he looks like Homey the Clown from In Living Color. I am not sure if I should laugh or question his judgment. Maybe his balancing prowess is just further solidification of Miles's future as a circus performer (see previous posts regarding circus performing). Miles took his first bath in the Euro tub, and not in the sink! I think we enjoyed it more than Miles.



All clean! And then, just a few more for all the grandparents out there who miss their little boy...

(Notice: my husband STILL prefers to lounge shirtless. Apparently Miles prefers it.)

These last 2 just make me smile. He still looks like a doll to me.