Thursday, December 20, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012

At Parker’s 6-month checkup, our pediatrician gave us the green light to start giving her food other than breast milk or formula. I’m reluctant to call them solids since watered down oatmeal and pureed vegetables can be pretty soup-y.

We’re two weeks in and, as with most things, The Biscuit seems cool with the new menu. She’s curious about the spoon, small bowl and her new sippy cup with water in it. We skipped the traditional rice cereal and went with oatmeal first.


Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Half a year

Monday, November 26, 2012

Andy and I have been making this parenting thing up as we go.

Sure, we read a few books, a lot of internet “stuff,” and talked to parent friends for advice. But, for the most part, it’s been about instinct. So I’m feeling pretty good about the fact that a person I grew inside my body for 38 weeks has survived and thrived outside in the world for 6 months despite all of our first-time-parent uncertainty.

I know it’s cliché to think your child is the best thing ever but Parker is an outstanding little person and she’s been an incredibly easy baby. She only cries when she’s hungry or overly tired. She’s been sleeping through the night since she was 2.5 months old. And when she wakes up in the morning, she’s smiling and often giggling. She’s relaxed enough that she can play quietly by herself for about 20 minutes at a time. She doesn’t seem to mind taking baths or getting dressed or having her hair combed. Even vaccinations, which are tear filled, have been pretty easy.

I’m sure that as she gets older a lot of this stuff will change but I’m excited for that too. I’m still in awe of her developmental progress too. Something as simple as her being able to grasp something out of my hand is mind blowing.

Andy and I finally got some time away from work and we took a 3-week family vacation to Atlanta (to visit family) and Puerto Rico (to relax). Somewhere between landing in Boston and arriving home via taxi, my wallet and iPhone disappeared. Not the end of vacation that I planned. The videos are gone but, thankfully, most of the photos I took with my phone were recovered.

Parker really isn’t much of a beach baby. She didn’t seem to enjoy the sun, the sand or the water. Of course that didn’t stop us from putting her in the ocean or on the beach. But those activities were short lived.

We found a great beachfront park and Parker experienced her first time in a swing. She didn’t hate it.

The Biscuit celebrated her 6-month milestone hanging out on the rooftop terrace of our hotel in San Juan. The super nice bartender was very taken with her and gave her a cute headband for her “birthday.”

Oh, and she’s got a new trick: sitting.
Saturday, November 10, 2012

Relaxing in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Sunday, October 28, 2012

Skeleton bones!
Sunday, October 21, 2012

Drumming with dad from Parker Lippitt on Vimeo.
Parker plays Andy’s djembe. The arm swinging is a new thing (and always the left) so we’ve been encouraging it all kinds of ways.

5 months

Friday, October 19, 2012

Every day I feel like I’m learning and growing as a mother.

Parker challenges me, makes me laugh, forces me to be patient, and teaches me to stay in the moment. She’s growing and thriving because of me and, at the same time, I can already tell she’ll be her own person in spite of me.

She smiles all the time. It’s infectious and I hope she does that every day of her life. I hope she has a great sense of humor and a quick wit.

Of course I admire those women who are willing and able to breastfeed much longer than required. If I’m honest, I don’t think I’m one of them. I don’t enjoy it like I know some mothers do. Don’t get me wrong: Feeding another person from my body is a cool superpower. I feel very fortunate to be able to do it when so many mothers can’t. But it is time and energy consuming, and it adds just one more thing to think about to my already overloaded brain. I’m doing it for her for as long as we can make it happen but I’ll be glad when it’s over, I think.

So many women feel the need to broadcast that they’ve been exclusively breastfeeding for 6, 12 or 18 months. These are the same mothers who tell anyone who will listen about their all-natural childbirth. Guess what ladies: that stuff doesn’t earn you a gold medal. It makes you look smug and self-righteous. I admire your resolve but my situation is different. Respect that before you get all judge-y.

We’re traveling to Atlanta next month to introduce Parker to the family there. My grandmother is planning a huge family dinner and is thanking The Biscuit for bringing us all together.

After Atlanta, the three of us are taking a trip to Puerto Rico for some much-needed downtime. We don’t need passports to travel there but she’s already got hers for our next international adventure.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

I plan to give you love, nurturing, and just enough dysfunction to make you funny.

Via someecards
Thursday, October 11, 2012

We’re trying out hair accessories.


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Friday, October 5, 2012

Rolling over 2 from Parker Lippitt on Vimeo.
She can do it, but she doesn’t want to.

baby hoodie!

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Monday, October 1, 2012

We spent a rainy Sunday enjoying contemporary art at the ICA.
Saturday, September 29, 2012

In case you were wondering, the team color is orange.
Friday, September 28, 2012

a chair + binder clip + ribbon + fun toy = makeshift baby play area on the floor of my studio while I try to get some work done.

What? Why?

Thursday, September 27, 2012
Andy and I joke sometimes that there are some things that are too good for our baby. These are usually ridiculously expensive items like the Vetro Acrylic crib. Often the it’s things that just seem unnecessary, like a wipe warmer. It’s a cold wipe world, kiddo. Get used to it.

My latest addition to the list, the Summer Infant Lil’ Luxuries Whirlpool Bubbling Spa & Shower.

What?! Why? What baby needs to relax in a mini hot tub? All babies do is relax.

“The swirling waters, coupled with instantly calming vibrations, pamper your baby like no other tub can.” Admittedly, I’m not a huge fan of hot tubs but I don’t think my baby’s bathtub should be working hard to pamper her. Hold the water for splashy playtime and getting clean and that’s it, thank you.

That thing is essentially one of those tubs Brookstone sells to put your feet in. See?

I think I’m going to start a small series called TGFTB (too good for The Biscuit) to catalog silliness like this.
Monday, September 24, 2012

My chubby baby on the first day of fall.

4 months

Monday, September 17, 2012

This has been a crazy busy time for us.

We’ve been attempting to get Parker into some kind of routine, which is different from a “schedule.” Some days it works, some days it doesn’t but her day follows a predictable pattern. She’s an easy baby so we don’t have to deal with much fussiness as we work through some trial and error. She cries when she’s hungry and when she’s tired. She’s been sleeping through the night since about 2.5 months so we’re all good there.

At her 4-month checkup, she weighed in at 15 pounds (double her birth weight) and she’s 26 inches long (96th percentile). My formally skinny baby is now a proper chubster. Andy jokes that she’s more Porker than Parker.

We moved out of our tight financial district condo and into a huge house in Charlestown. The Biscuit gets her own room (yay!) and we can spread out a little but I can’t get over how suburban this feels. We’re only 2 miles from where we were downtown but it could be 20 miles. It’s all big trees and quiet streets and stay-at-home moms pushing strollers to the parks to talk about mom stuff. I’m happy for the extra space but I’m not loving the new location.

We haven’t had a car for three years but I’m starting to think we might need one. Nothing is as convenient or easy to walk to as it was before we moved. There aren’t even any Bank of America branches here so we have to go “into the city” for that. The movie “The Town” was filmed in our new neighborhood, which is allegedly America’s bank robbery capital. Sweet!

In better news – and a bit of own-horn-tooting – I’m back to my pre-pregnancy weight and wearing my skinny jeans again. Except for my boobs being more function than fun, it feels fantastic to have my body back. I went in for a post-baby follow-up with the cardiologist. My blood pressure is perfect and I’ve got a normal EKG. It seems all of my heart issues were pregnancy related. Whooo!
Monday, September 10, 2012

Parker spends part of her day with the arts. This weekend she enjoyed the contemporary work of Takashi Murakami.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Morning glory
Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Another milestone in the bag: rolling over.
Monday, August 27, 2012

Parker supervising the unpacking process.
Sunday, August 26, 2012

Hanging out with Grandma Lulu during the move.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Biscuit giggles!

3 months: into a rhythm

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Parker and I had lunch at a friend’s house recently and she said, “You look like you really know what you’re doing.” I think that’s the highest complement someone can give a new parent. I certainly don’t feel like an expert but it has definitely gotten easier since those early days. It feels like we’re finally getting into a rhythm.

Andy and I are constantly monitoring her progress. She recognizes us, which is nice after months of her seeming to look past our gaze. She’s cooing and laughing and getting chubby. She can sit upright, if supported, and is inching toward rolling over when on her stomach. It’s amazing to watch her learn to use her arms, hands and head. One day she’ll just be staring blankly at a new toy we put in front of her and the next day she’s deliberately reaching for it. It’s fascinating to watch those neural-physical connections being made on a daily basis.

After all of the trouble she gave us while still in the womb, she’s an easy baby outside in the world. Very relaxed and happy. When she does fuss or cry, it’s easily identified as either hunger or tiredness. I’m told we’re lucky that she’s already sleeping through the night. I haven’t been able to enjoy that much yet since I’m constantly on baby alert even when I should be sleeping.

I’m looking forward to her being more social and interacting with other babies. She had a visit with her cousin Cole, who is 7 months old, and it was cool to watch her study him.

The project of the moment is getting her on some kind of eat-play-sleep schedule. She’s doing pretty well with it; it’s Andy and I that have trouble keeping track of what happens when.
Friday, August 17, 2012

Losing money at the Saratoga Horse Track.
Friday, August 10, 2012

Thursday, August 9, 2012

At 2.5 months, those neck and shoulder muscles are getting stronger. She also seems to know her “name.”
Sunday, August 5, 2012

Almost too big for the bassinet.
Friday, August 3, 2012

Tummy time is getting more fun.


Thursday, August 2, 2012

Biscuit summer fashion by Egg Baby by Susan Lazar
Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Parker and I stopped for some of Roxy’s yummy gourmet grilled cheese.

The Biscuit on video!

Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Link: The Biscuit on video!

Now that Parker is moving out of the newborn lump stage and becoming a lot more interesting and active, we’ve been shooting some videos. I’m putting them all up on Vimeo. Enjoy.

2 months: a new reality

Thursday, July 19, 2012

I recently referred to The Biscuit as “my daughter” for the first time outside of the house and it kinda messed me up emotionally. In a good way, of course. It’s just something I never thought I’d say. I remember a similar existential tremor the first time I called Andy “my husband” in public. Two words created a new identity for me and with that comes a new reality.

While you’re pregnant, everyone is all coos and excitement and helpful suggestions about avoiding stretch marks. After the baby comes no one tells you how soul crushingly frustrating those early days are. They just come to hold the baby and ask if you’re getting any sleep when they know full well you aren’t. As a friend recently reminded me, sleep deprivation is considered torture as part of the Geneva Conventions for a reason. It turns sane, healthy adults into complete idiots.

Andy and I can’t work as much or as hard as we’re used to. We eat and sleep whenever we can. Thankfully, we’ve still been been able to go out occasionally but dinner out now includes a baby bag instead of a cute clutch. If we do go out, there are new conversations about the stroller versus the sling, is the place “Biscuit friendly,” is the bag stocked and keeping up with timing the feedings while we’re away from home.

Breastfeeding has been one of the greatest challenges of my life. Not the act itself; Parker got the hang of that pretty quickly after we left the hospital (despite the anxiety given to us by the lactation consultants). I mean the idea of feeding my child exclusively from my body.

I have to eat and drink a certain way to maintain my milk supply for her. Sometimes she empties both of my breasts and just spits it all up. It takes hours for my body to make more so she cries from hunger until we can get her to go to sleep. The Biscuit goes where I go or I can’t be gone for long before both of us become really uncomfortable. A trip to the movies with a friend can’t turn into an impromptu shopping trip because I have get back to feed The Biscuit before she screams and/or I explode.

I’m honestly not complaining. It’s just that being physically tethered to someone else is heavy stuff and is reinforcing the new universe Andy and I find ourselves in.

A born nurturer, he’s adjusting really well to fatherhood. He talks to her constantly and she coos and smiles. It’s really adorable. I knew what kind of man he was before (awesomesauce!) and all of that is being reinforced as I watch him in this new role. Through diaper blowouts, middle-of-the-night screamfests, voluminous spitting up and the rest of her messy baby-ness, he’s patient and loving and amazing.

Sometimes I look at her like she’s an alien; a stranger that just appeared here to teach me patience, love and unconditional understanding with a ton of utter chaos in tow. She’s starting to smile now and, honestly, those erase whatever frustration or exhaustion we feel. I’m inching ever closer to Acceptance.

July 14, 2012

Friday, July 13, 2012

Dave & Buster's hates babies

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Yesterday was my birthday and, just for fun, we went with some friends to the local Dave & Buster’s. We endured a mediocre dinner in the hopes of getting enjoy drinks while kicking each others’ butts at video games and air hockey.

Imagine the disappointment when we were told no one under 21 is allowed at 9:30pm. !!! That’s right, folks. A sleeping infant was asked to leave or risk violating the 21 & up policy at a mostly empty adult arcade.

Mind you, this is after we’d spent almost $300 on said crappy dinner and drinks, after the server upsold us on their Powercharge game cards, and after the operations manager stopped by our table to chat and leave his business card. It’s not like we hid the baby and they didn’t think to tell us about the policy. She was in the stroller tableside. We didn’t find out she had to go until we got ready to play.

The store manager (not the same dude who dropped us his card) was unapologetic as he told us his hands were tied by a deal they made with the city. “Didn’t you see the sign,” he said. Well, no. Do they really think people go to Dave & Buster’s for the food?
Wednesday, July 11, 2012

It’s my birthday and Parker is the best gift I could have received.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012

We're travelers

Saturday, June 30, 2012

We happen to believe that having a baby doesn’t mean you’re trapped at home until they’re school age. We love to travel and I hope The Biscuit learns to love it too.

In the past month, we’ve been to Albany, Cape Cod and New Jersey. Parker does well in the car, sleeping most of the trip. Her first plane trip included a crazy long delay but she slept through most of the wait at the airport.

And she snoozed through all of the flight itself.

They say it’s easy to travel with babies while they’re very young so maybe we’re in for more drama as she gets older. Next, we hope to get her a passport and plan some international getaways.

Jetset baby away!

A video birth announcement

Thursday, June 28, 2012
As a custom stationery designer, I should have put together a fabulous traditional birth announcement for The Biscuit. The world expected it but, frankly, I couldn’t deliver.

Designing for myself is always an ordeal. I have to create the design, then I agonize more than usual over every little thing. That takes time and creative energy; time and energy I don’t have these days. Between feedings and naps (hers and mine) I’m trying to squeeze in paying work. It’s a little bananas right now as I figure out how to juggle.

So, we went modern and put together a video announcement for Parker’s debut. It’s HD so watch it at full screen. Enjoy.

Photography by Kate McElwee.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Relaxing at The Cape.
Friday, June 22, 2012

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Enjoying the summer solstice.

The first month

Monday, June 18, 2012

WOW! 30 days goes by in a flash when you’re deprived of sleep.

Andy celebrated his first Father’s Day yesterday and I feel good that we’re getting into a rhythm with The Biscuit (who is also known as Shortbread these days).

So far, I feel like we’ve hit the baby jackpot. Everyone we introduce her to is surprised at how alert she is and how well she eats and sleeps already. We took our first road trip (to Albany) yesterday and – besides stopping to nurse a couple of times – she was her usual super-chill self on that 3-hour drive.

I continue to be amazed at how she’s different every day. It’s hard to describe such rapid, noticeable change in a human. But I’m delighted by what’s to come.

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