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Archive for October, 2009
Lars and I decided to introduce Bjorn to Ann Arbor on a football Saturday…which is to say that we wanted to go for a run and were brave enough to attempt the University during all the parties that had begun probably around, oh, 8am.
It was perfect running weather (ie, a brisk 50 degrees) so we bundled him up, put him in the BOB, and attempted a run into the heart of the University. We got about, oh, 1/8th of a mile and I totally ate it on the pavement. I wish I could have seen it in slow motion…I feel like I knew I was falling even before I started to fall. Does that make sense? It was like I was running, and then I was down on the ground practicing my labor breathing to minimize the pain. Ugh. I have two awesomely disgusting “boo boos” on my knee…but to my credit, we continued our run as planned and had a really fun time running around campus among all the chaos of the students in their maize shirts and people visiting for the game. We saw one dad who had brought his kid to watch Penn State and they were walking around campus in a sea of maize & blue. That has got to be one way to install confidence in your kid–put them in an adverse and hostile environment and make them own it. Turns out Penn State owned Michigan so the kid was validated in the end…
Its been a very fall’ish Sunday for us. We picked out pumpkins this afternoon and Bjorn got to ride on his first tractor (which I’m sure he will remember for the duration of his life). After picking out pumpkins we went for a drive in the country (hot apple cider and donuts in hand) to do a bit of leaf peaping…and then came home to a dinner of spicy corn chowder and football. Umm…can you say perfect Sunday? The Chargers even won!
Bjorn’s Nonna comes out on Wednesday and we are so looking forward to having her back in town. She was just in Hawaii less than a week ago so I hope she finds Ann Arbor just as enthralling, although we don’t think she’s coming for the scenery.
And last but not least, we are sending much love out to Denver as Bjorn has TWO new little cousins to rough and tumble with in the near future. We can’t wait to meet Geddy & Nolan when we’re out there in November and to introduce Bjorn to his older (and wiser) cousins Ryder & Quinn! If ever there was a baby-boy-palooza, this would be it.
So mainly we have just been taking photos of Bjorn lately and his ever-growing little baby self. Its pretty much all-consuming. He’s no longer a newborn but still the cutest little baby ever. His cheeks go on for miles and miles. Case in point.
Okay…his ears go on for miles and miles, too.
I, personally, have had a couple of bad days this week. The witching hour does not just apply to babies, apparently. I’ll be going fine fine fine and then all of sudden get struck with massive anxiety about not being able to breast feed enough and *still* having to supplement. I can’t articulate just how much it would be awesome to solely breast feed my little boy but its just been pretty horrible and a lesson in patience with myself and my baby. As always, we keep plugging away.
And the patience has paid off–he’s so happy most of the time. He’s actively putting his entire little fist in his mouth. He’s gaga’ing and goo’ing at us with much frequency. And he’s letting me pose him for redonkulous photos. Okay, so in the photo below he doesn’t look SUPER thrilled about having to affiliate with stuffed penguins and octopi and bears, but he’s a trooper.
Our goal tomorrow. Find a tree. A tree full of bright colors. We have to get our token “baby in the autumn leaves” photo in order to be considered decent parents by any standard. Seriously. We’ve already gone to the cider mill with our friends Gus & Melissa. It was a cider AND a donut stop. Mmmmm.
What to wear for this momentous occasion…what to wear? So many clothes that he hasn’t worn, so little time.
I wish I could take a picture of Bjorny right now. As many of you know, he currently will not take naps in the daytime unless he is cuddled up on my lap or lying on top of my chest. After a very successful feeding (yeah!) after a semi-fussy morning, he is curled up in a little ball with his arms and legs tucked all around him, snoring (!!!!), lying on my chest. His little head is right underneath my nose so I can get my Bjorny-smell-fix anytime I want. It is so perfect.
Because he’s been doing this lately, I came prepared before I fed him–laptop and phone on the end table to the right, book on the coffee table in front of me, and (most importantly) a glass of water within reach.
We’ve had a couple busy days–we’ve now gone running three days in a row and Bjorn is killing it. We’ve gone from running in little hiccups to getting into longer and longer sessions. The longest we’ve gone is two miles but we always get a bit of walking in as well to add on some extra length. We *have* to get out before the winter sets in–I won’t be able to get a good routine going in the dead of winter but I think if I start now, I’ll be able to keep it up. It certainly helps to have a “running/walking” partner for motivation and accountability. Stephanie has been great to exercise with–and her little son Drew is only 3 days younger than Bjorn. Double trouble.
Check out their matching strollers and Bjorn’s motivation object, his “Whoozit” (given to him by his older lady friend, Gracie).
…that is all.
After a successful jog around Gallup Park with our friends Stephanie & Drew on Wednesday (which was more like jog 5 minutes, walk 10 minutes), Bjorn and I went back to the scene of the crime this morning. We bundled Bjorn up in his little bear suit and put him in the BOB and off we went. I was wondering if I could run more if I went at a pace that I was a little more comfortable with (Note to self–It was very ambitious of you to try and get back into your pre-baby weight figure with a former NCAA Division I competitive Gymnast from UCLA…but yeah for her being from the UC system!). Anywho–we just started going and I kept saying to myself “okay I’m going to make it to those trees”, “okay I”m going to make it to that bridge”, “okay I’m going to make it to that street”….and when all was said and done, I had run 1.42 miles straight! I was so proud of myself and Bjorn really cooperated by being a good baby the entire run and just hanging out in his stroller seat. Man, such a victory. We walked the rest of the trails and had a really successful morning–it made me feel like I could conquer anything…
Speaking of conquering anything–I thought it might not be so ambitious to go to the store and get ingredients for Miracle Tortilla Soup tonight. Its just THAT kind of weather (so cold. we are actually getting down to 29 degrees tonight. LAME.)…Bjorn FREAKED out when I tried to put him in the Baby Bjorn so we could go shopping. I think this is partially my fault for not letting him nap long enough this afternoon and for trying to do too much all at once, but we gave up before we even got into the store. Tonight looks to be a Thai Food take-out kind of night–which is not so bad, but I was looking forward to cooking. Perhaps tomorrow when I’ll have an extra set of hands around the house. If anyone reads this blog and wants a home-cooked meal–all you have to do is come over and hold the baby and I’ll cook whatever you want! Truly, I never understood the want to have more than one set of hands until Bjorn.
I would update more but my little Bjorny has decided he needs to be held 24/7…while sleeping, chilling, eating, solving world problems…he needs to be in the crook of his mother’s arm. This means all I can really do is peck out nonsense (case in point) and fantasize about my untapped blogging potential while becoming unfortunately enchanted with Regis & Kelly.
We’re rounding up our trip in the UP. What to say, what to say. Honestly its mostly a blur for me–a blur of crazy fall colors but literally every town up here is the same except they’re not. There are towns with Subway, and towns without Subway. I’ll let you guess which towns we will NOT be visiting again.
Seriously, though. Its beautiful here. Right now. Its supposed to snow tomorrow. Ask me if I still think its beautiful when Lars has Bjorn and I hiking along the cliffs of Pictured Rocks in the snow.
Here is a conversation about this proposed hike:
[ME]: Aren’t you worried about Bjorny and the 40 mph winds and the possible snow along the cliffs of Lake Superior?
[LARS]: He’s going to have to get used to much worse weather than this if he’s going to be my son.
Here’s a photo link to Lars’ pictures from the trip thus far…
Bjorn is weathering the trip well. Our hotel neighbors, maybe not so much. He has mostly had very good nights but there has been an outlier or two (as there often are with babies who are constantly going rogue from the best laid plans). We try and do everything we can to keep him quiet short of duct taping his little mouth but he’s got something to say at 3am and dammit, he’s going to say it. Isn’t it amazing how everything sounds so much louder at 3am than at, say, 8pm? Ugh. But he likes riding in the car (which is good because we’ve driven well over 1000 miles) and he’s been a real trooper on our hikes just hanging out in the Baby Bjorn. We get lots of comments from other hikers about how adorable he is and its gotten so bad that if people don’t say anything about him, we assume they’re cold-blooded, America-hating terrorists.
…that’s all for now. More Bjorny photos later.
We’ve been married a whole year and all I have is this adorably cute baby to show for it!
Lars and I are in the Upper Peninsula in some podunk town near the Porcupine Mountains. It was merely a coincidence that it coincided with our wedding anniversary–but its kind of nice to be here, sitting in a quiet motel room watching the Chargers get destroyed (boo!) by the Steelers and eating pizza. I mean, that’s how everyone should celebrate their first anniversary, right? In pure wedded bliss (ie, in sweatpants).
So far we have stopped in Mackinac Island, Munising and now we’re Silver City. The fall colors are FANTASTIC. It makes me want to be drinking apple cider continuously. Fall is so fleeting–it makes me happy to be experiencing it at its peak up here in the UP and to know we’ll have “more where that came from” when we get back to Ann Arbor in a week. Bjorn won’t remember anything so we’re taking lots of photos to let him know he was there….that probably won’t keep his father from trying to make this an annual trip, however.
I’m sure there will be a Bjorn-a-palooza once Lars has gotten through all of the photos. That’s just how he rolls. Speaking of rolling and photographs, check for Lars’ photograph of Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore to be seen in the Ken Burns documentary about the National Parks Service. Its in the 6th episode with a little more than 1:04:37 remaining in the online episode (it counts down rather than up and you have to watch a few advertisements before they play the video clip). Congratulations to Lars. Now that you’ve made it big time–does that mean no more winter cross country skiing trips in no man’s land?