Month: October 2012
Last night Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Sam and the Dorsey-Lee clan went to dinner with the Mark-Tucker’s. We had great food and great conversation. Jacque was there too and she and Ruby helped out with Moxie. It was great! We prefer to parent this way–with other people helping.
Aunt Sam arrived today. We tried to dress Moxie in an outfit Sam bought her–twice. The first got pooped on and the second a decent helping of spit up. Blast.
This morning after her 7 am feeding Moxie was in a great mood. Her sweet face makes waking up every 3-4 hours much easier.
Turns out, having a kid doesn’t make you instantly grow up. Thank god. Moxie is a champ when it comes to gas. She farts louder than Strider and burps more often than Jess. She is really going to give us a run for our gastrointestinal money. Also: the face she makes when she is pooping is priceless. Like the kind of thing we will remember to tell her first sweetheart. Actually, we might just show this blog post. Bam!
We have had lots of adventures. Including: Moxie learning to use her eyes. Big doins’ I tell ya.
Happy One Month Birthday Moxie! Way to survive this long! We are so proud. We are less proud of how long it took us to post this. She is actually 5 weeks and 1 day old but, honestly, who is counting. Once she makes it to 10 months we are going to stop counting completely. For real.
Moxie is spending more time awake and is really freaking cute. Here she is looking out from a blanket while snuggling with her dad:
Moxie has been partying it up with Grandma and Grandpa this week. They have been patient with us as a new family while we slowly venture out of the house with for the first time. We have taken walks, trips to restaurants, and stores. We aren’t good hosts but they are great guests.
These days Moxie spends more time awake. She maintains a rigorous routine of eating, dancing, and sleeping.
She does a great job of moving her arms and legs. When we first brought her home she kept her legs and arms curled up close to her body. Now she kicks and reaches out to stretch her long, increasingly chubby, body.
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| Red China’s 2016 gymnast hopeful |
We prefer break dancing over ballroom but we would be happy with either.
Since Jess normally writes these posts and she’s too modest to even acknowledge her roll, everyone but her gets the shout outs. It’s about time someone mentions her.
Everyone knows that newborns pose some difficulties, so I won’t list them all here. It suffices to say that our newborn is not exceptional in this regard, and Jess has stepped up in every way. She hasn’t gotten more than 2 hours continuous sleep in a month, yet she has never responded to any of Moxie’s (or my) insane demands with anything but an impossible amount of love.
Moxie wants to feed every 15 minutes for a day? No problem. Moxie forgets how to burp? Sure, mom will pat her back and walk around for an hour until she remembers. Moxie wants a $1,000,000 in unmarked tens and her own Greyhound Bus to transport the hostages to airport? Of course, and here’s a helicopter with enough fuel to make it to Cuba.
I know, lots of kids have been born (107,602,707,791 as of October of 2011, in fact), which means there have been a lot of mother (around 48,421,218,506). Maybe they’ve all been this good; I don’t know. But that doesn’t in any way diminish my astonishment and appreciation of her.
I’d like to say that I’ve enjoyed helping her in this process, but it goes too far to say what I’ve done is “help”. At best, I’ve tried to relieve her of all the things she has to do to take care of me, and not always so successfully. (She’s still my best alarm clock.) Sure, I’ve changed a diaper or two in the middle of the night, but given how hard it is to wake me up, it’d be easier for her to just do it herself. Yet she does wake me up, just so that I feel like I’m contributing to the effort.
Whenever I come home, she has a smile and a happy baby ready for me, which, after many sleepless hours of dealing with tears, poop and vomit, I imagine is an Herculean task. (And our stables are also always clean, incredibly.) She’s not just good at motherhood, but also at spousehood. (I’m a pretty middling spouse, which just shows how good she is. I want to be supportive, but I’ve never been great at expressing sympathy or love. And yet…she kindly hears the things I don’t say. Were I her, I would’ve killed me by now.)
So I just thought I’d mention Jess and a small amount of all she does, as this blog seems rather lacking without it. And to those of you who said she’d be a great mother and a great wife, you mightily underestimated her.