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

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