Monday, November 30, 2009

Every day

Every day since Radar was born... that's 349 days as of today... he's had the following things:


1. many, many kisses from his mommy
2. at least one nap
3. mommy's breast milk.

#1 has not tapered (and although I don't keep an official tally, I believe the kiss/day average ratio has continued a consistent upward trend).  #2 and #3 have both tapered in volume and frequency.  As for #2, some days Radar only takes one nap (which is usually a monster nap of 2 or 3 hours) and some days he takes two shorter naps.  Yesterday he took two very short naps and then conked out at 6:30pm, not to be heard from again until 6:30am (Hallelujah!!!!)  That makes me pretty happy!

But #3 makes me sad and as of tomorrow, I'm dropping #3 off the list.  It was a pretty good run though, for a working mom.  
  • Although he wouldn't touch the boob for his first 5 weeks, mommy kept to a 24 hour pumping regimen to make sure he always had boob juice, every day.  
  • At exactly 5 weeks he magically discovered the boob and mommy's life got so much easier!   Now instead of pumping at 2 am, I just rolled over and stuck the boob in his mouth, every night.
  • At 3 months, mommy went back to work and every day at the designated hour, she'd close her office door, whip out the boob and place it in the device!
  • For the first 5 1/2 months, Radar only ate breast milk.  Most experts recommend that you give only breast milk  until 6 months, but Radar was ready to eat other things sooner... he was getting hungrier every day and he let me know it.  
  • At about 9 months, he had top and bottom teeth and the real games began.  Breast feeding wasn't just for milk anymore, it was now a sport.  I tried all the tips (don't smile, speak firmly, take away the boob, etc.), but to no avail.  Every day Radar bit down and when I'd speak firmly, he'd flash a very amused 4 toothed grin... So, except for late night feedings, direct feeding came to a halt and I spent more time with my friend, the pump.
  • At about 10 1/2 months, I noticed that my supply was really dwindling.  I thought trying direct feeding again might help, but toothy promptly chomped down and smiled big.  So I used up my frozen supply and started supplementing with formula - but still, he had a couple of my boob juice bottles every day.  
  • For the last week to 10 days, it's become obvious that the time to say goodbye was near.  I have continued pumping, but my supply keeps dropping... from 4 oz per pump, to 3, to 2 and now, I barely get an ounce.  I pumped this morning and I'll pump this evening.  Maybe I'll have 1 1/2 or 2 oz for the whole day... and I'll give it to Radar tonight and he'll have his mommy's breast milk like he has EVERY DAY since he was born.   
And then tomorrow, he won't.  

Bye bye breast feeding.  I have loved you and I will miss you!  Thank you for taking such good care of my little monkey.

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - Prima Sara... do you want an electric breast pump?  She's been great to me!  

PSS - For anyone who's curious about the whole walking thing... Radar doesn't like walking.  If really coaxed, he'll take a couple of steps, but he much, much, much prefers crawling.  I thought that once he took those first unassisted steps that he'd be hooked.  I was wrong.  I guess some day soon he'll just start running, but for now, I guess I'm happy that I can still keep up!

Saturday, November 28, 2009

It's better in the Bahamas

We've had the great pleasure of Tia Andrea's company since Wednesday and as we've been staying uber busy, it's been hard to find time to sneak in blog posts. One of the nice things about having a visitor, aside from the wonderful company, is that it gets us out of the house a bit. Before Andrea came down from Philly, she posted a question on her facebook page... the question was, "is it really better in the Bahamas?"

Well, if you're shopping for bargains, seeking intellectual stimulation or looking for a great variety of activities, then the answer is a pretty definitive "no!"

But on the other hand... if you're just looking for some turquoise sea, warm rays and soft sand, then I vote for a big ole' "yeah... it's better in the Bahamas!"




We're going to miss you Tia Andrea!!! Thank you so much for visiting & we can't wait to see you again very, very soon!

Lots of love,
Titi & Radar

Thursday, November 26, 2009

A Secret

Andrea came to visit us yesterday and she told Radar a secret.


"What's the secret Radar?"


"Oh, it'll cost me a kiss... Happy to oblige!
Well, what is it then?"


Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!!!
Most especially to Antonio and Rafa over in Iraq!!
We love you all and are so thankful for all of our family and friends!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - On this day last year, I was thankful for many things... but I was most thankful for Radar.


So I guess not much has changed because I'm still thankful for so much... but more than all of it put together, I'm most thankful for Radar!!!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Origin of Spices

My little Darwin descended from me.  He did not descend from the Science Pundit (his uncle) but they are related because they share common ancestors (my mom and dad).  He did not descend from Marco, but they are also related (a little bit more distantly) because they share common ancestors (Mamina and Avo).  Go back one more generation and I can't even count the people to whom my little Darwin is related.  Now back track a billion or so years and not only is my little Darwin related to every human on earth, but also to Fanny and even to the cinnamon spice that we added to his oatmeal (which he is also related to) this morning.  My little Darwin and the cinnamon share a common ancestor.  It's a little theory that we here at Radar Love call "Origin of Spices."

Now, as to the "how" we got from there to here, we'll leave those details (genetics and natural selection) up to the experts... you know, like that guy Charles Darwin (not to be confused with my little Darwin) whose work "Origin of Species" was first published 150 years ago today.    

!!!  Happy 150th Anniversary, "Origin"  !!!

As you see, my little Darwin is celebrating by wearing his monkey (ie, primo monkey) outfit! (He isn't quite up to reading "Origin of Species" yet, so we're sticking to "Happy Baby 123" for now.)


"As buds give rise by growth to fresh buds, and these, if vigorous, branch out and overtop on all sides many a feebler branch, so by generation I believe it has been with the great Tree of Life, which fills with its dead and broken branches the crust of the earth, and covers the surface with its ever-branching and beautiful ramifications."

- Charles Darwin, Chapter 4, Origin of Species (1859)

Lots of love,
Titi and little Darwin (aka Radar)

Monday, November 23, 2009

Tongue twister... Radar style

Sunday, November 22, 2009

My toy broke!!!!

Before Radar was born, I decided that I would buy myself a new toy... I searched consumer and expert recommendations and found the Canon EOS Rebel XSi camera. She wasn't too cheap, but oh how she'd been worth every penny! By January 22nd, I had already taken 1,000 pictures. Do you remember these? Say hi again to #997, #999 and #1002.


Since we're traveling again in a couple of weeks, I took out our passports a couple of days ago. Obviously I couldn't resist snapping #8504, #8513 and #8519.




Never did I imagine that on November 22nd (oh, by the way, Happy Birthday Tio Pepe), on the 10 month anniversary of picture 1,000, and before she even reached 8,600, the world would go black for my Rebel! And my world wasn't far behind... what would I do without my camera? How will I make it through a day without obsessively snapping pictures of my Radar?

But I'm a big girl and I know that broken toys can be fixed. So when I'm in Florida at the beginning of next month, I will take her to a camera hospital and have a camera doctor patch her up! And I've got an old, far inferior camera that I can use in the meantime. See how reasonable* I am!!!

So not to worry - I'll keep posting pictures of Radar, although they may not be quite as pretty.

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - Anyone notice that there is an itsy bitsy difference between the baby who's holding his passport in January vs. the baby holding the same passport in November?

*The management of Radar Love can not be held liable for the misuse of the word "reasonable" as the word is subjective and under certain circumstances the owner's actions of this morning, namely her signing onto Amazon.com and purchasing a newer, upgraded and more expensive model in the Canon EOS camera line, could be construed as reasonable.

Friday, November 20, 2009

More mommy blog stuff b4 Thanksgiving

So I've told you before that I've become a bit of a mommy blog surfer and have even participated in a couple of fun mommy blog games.  Recently I found another game that seemed fun called 'letters of intent.'  Each Friday you can write a letter to a person, place or thing that has recently bugged you, or any other letter that you want to write, but can't really send.  


And since it's Friday and I don't really have much to report, I thought I'd go ahead and write that letter.  If anyone else needs to get something off their chest today, feel free to write your letter or comment as well!

Letters of Intent

Dear Thanksgiving Turkey,

Next week is Thanksgiving and we’ll be hearing lots about all the stuff we should be thankful for… and to be sure, I am thankful for so much. But I know that next week is not a week for you and many of your turkey friends to be thankful! So before all the sappy thankfulness gets started, I thought I’d commiserate with you and let you know that there is a bunch of stuff that I’m not particularly thankful for these days.

To begin with, I am not thankful that my “pregnancy weight” excuse for all these extra pounds has all but expired. We are now 11+ months past Radar’s birth and I’m still pretty fat. I’m not thankful that it was not so easy to drop the weight and that if I’m ever going to lose it, I’m actually going to have to suffer a little bit.

I don’t feel particularly thankful that motherhood has turned me into someone who thinks that showering every other day (or sometimes even every third day) is plenty and that shaving is more of a “monthly” thing, rather than a daily or bi-weekly thing to do.

Speaking of monthly, I am definitely not thankful that those glorious 17 months without my monthly visitor are now history and that PMS has returned to my life and seems to be hell bent on making up for lost time.

Also, I’m not thankful that Radar had his first real boo boo this week and even more not thankful that the overwhelming majority of feedback I got was that this was just the first of many to come!

I am not thankful that my milk is really drying up and that my days of breastfeeding are quickly coming to a close. I don’t feel thankful that Radar almost never feeds directly because he can’t seem to get over how funny it is to bite mommy and I can’t give thanks that it takes me 20 minutes of pumping to get a mere 1 or 2 ozs from both boobs together!

And lastly, although I love our home here in Nassau, I can’t say that I’m thankful that we don’t have more family nearby. I’m not thankful that Radar has grandparents and lots of aunts and uncles and little cousins that he can only get to know by being dragged through airports for visits that are always too short!

So that’s it for today Thanksgiving Turkey. Don’t worry about writing back – I know that turkeys can’t write and I’m pretty sure I know what’s at the top of your list of things to be not thankful for!

Love,
Titi

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

A very fast healer

It's been less than 24 hours since Radar smashed up his mouth.



Now that's what I call a fast healer!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - Lali - not to worry about the blog header and the freaking tree... I'll be working on some new options this coming weekend.

First scare - First scar

Ok, so maybe taking Radar to a sushi restaurant at 11 months of age is not one of my greatest ideas... but I wanted sushi and I had an invitation to sushi from my friend Barry and I didn't have a babysitter... so what's a hungry mommy to do?

This particular sushi restaurant isn't super kid friendly, seeing as though their high chairs are just that... regular chairs that are a little higher than our chairs. No straps... no restrainsts. So that didn't really work too well. We were lucky that we got a small room to ourselves so that Radar's crawling all over the place didn't bother anyone. Of course it required me getting up every 30 seconds to scoop him up before he made it to the other room where there were lots of people (which is presumably why Radar wanted to get to that other room so badly... that's where things were happening!)

And actually, things were going ok... at first. Radar was reading the menu and throwing it on the floor. And when the miso soup came, he ate all my tofu. Then I reached my spoon across the table and scooped out all of Barry's tofu. But Radar wanted more tofu! So he reached into my bowl and poured the remaining contents onto the table. Ooops.

But that was no big deal. Anyone with kids can understand that these things happen - and Barry has two kids, so he certainly understood. It wasn't really until the next episode that onlookers' eyes went from sympathy to "that" look... you know... the "you're not a very good mother and you should really keep your kid at home if you can't control him" look.

Radar was on the floor next to my chair, playing with my bag and napkin and "clunk".

"Oh dear," I thought. "That sounded a bit like he clunked his head on the metal leg rail of this damn high chair."

I scooped him up immediately and the blood curdling screaming began... and then the blood began... it poured from his mouth! I ran him to the bathroom and started washing it off, but it just kept coming and I couldn't see exactly where or how or how deeply he'd cut himself. Not good!

So with a blood covered baby, I walked back out to the table and apologized to Barry because I had to leave right then and get Radar to the emergency room in case he needed some stitches. (This, by the way, is a great way to get out of paying the bill :)~ )

Of course, the last thing on earth that I wanted to do was to go to a Bahamian emergency room, but that is precisely where we went. However, when we got there, my little bleeding soldier in the back of the car had stopped bleeding and unbelievably, he flashed me a blood drenched smile.

"Way to go Radar!" So home we went and since I hadn't taken my camera with me, home was the first place I had a chance to take some pictures of the by-product of our Tuesday night adventure!!!

Stinker feeling a bit pooped out from his mis-adventure at the sushi restaurant.


A close up... first split lip... first fat lip.



A half hour after getting home... Radar didn't want to go to sleep, so we read a book.


And trooper Radar emerged again!!!


Radar this morning. If I may say, that may be the cutest scar ever!!!


Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - Is the freaking tree driving anyone else nuts?

Monday, November 16, 2009

Eleven

Usually when I think of eleven, my mind goes right to this clip...




But today,
eleven is sending my mind
in another direction.


You see,
most babies are rated on a scale
that goes to ten.


And once the baby reaches
a Perfect 10,
where can he go from there?

Nowhere! Exactly!


But my baby
is on a scale that goes to
11.

So he's one better, isn't he?

So today, my mind is on my Perfect 11!

Happy 11 months funny boy!
The count down to one year
is now officially ON!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Fun with photo editing

Today was a super busy day... it wasn't supposed to be, but you know how that goes. We got a last minute invite to an 11am birthday party for one of Radar's little girlfriends, so we had to set off at 9am to run errands and shop for a gift. In all the hubbabaloo, Radar never got his morning nap and as a result he was the grumpiest kid at the party. Oh well.

When we finally got back home, Radar took a monster nap and it gave me a chance to fiddle around with some of the pictures from the party... I had so much fun playing with the colors and I think I'm hooked! Ok, so maybe some people have super sophisticated editing software that lets you do this kind of stuff with three clicks of the mouse... But I have free software and it's not so easy. Let me know what you think!!!!

This is Thatcher whose eyes couldn't be more blue if you poured a bunch of ocean into them.


The Tasmanian Devil thinks that Skylar is pretty in pink.


Radar's red shirt matches his mood.


This is Belah, the birthday girl who stole Radar's red sippy cup which only worsened his stink pot mood!


And this is handsome Nicholas who I believe stole someone else's sippy cup.


Anyway, I had fun and that's what it's all about.

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Friday, November 13, 2009

Cute as a...

Cute as a button!


What does that mean anyway?
I've never thought of buttons as particularly cute.


So I Googled and Wikipedia'd it.
It's an old phrase that dates back to the 1800's.

One explanation said that it started off as
"cute as a button quail."
This is a button quail.


Yeah, it's cute.
But wouldn't it have made more sense to keep the phrase
"cute as a quail"
instead?

Better alliteration I think.


Another explanation said that it somehow derived from the British phrase
"bright as a button."
Sure, I guess buttons can be bright.


But what's that got to do with cute?
And yes, those are Soviet buttons (they're the brightest ones I found on my quick image search).


So I'm not a big fan of either of those explanations.


Plus, who needs a better explanation that this...
Cute as a button!


Happy Friday the 13th!!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Thursday, November 12, 2009

The wrong idea


I'm glad that I didn't have a girl. Don't get me wrong... I would have loved a little girl to bits, but I would not have been able to keep up with all the other girly girls. Just like with Radar, she would have never had her hair combed (and certainly no cutesy bows and ribbons) and she would have been covered in dirt and food slop most of the time. And I certainly would not have been able to compete with the other girls' cute dresses and pink fu fu (although Lali certainly would have helped on that end). In short - she would have been just like me!

So it's probably better that I have a boy. See, I love frittering away money and I have no problem buying Radar too many things (usually on the internet). I know that I buy him too many clothes, but I'm not sure why because I don't care what he wears. In fact, my favorite Radar outfit is his fine birthday suit... yep, Radar and I agree that naked is best (or at least cutest)! So I've got this closet full of Radar clothes and if it were up to me, he'd probably wear the same three outfits all the time (like his mom.. find the three or four most comfortable outfits and rotate - and yes, that means that I usually wear the same outfit to work in the same week!)

But luckily I have Maria and she just loves to dress Radar in all his little outfits. So I let her pick his clothes and he's almost never wearing the same thing when I get home from work that he was wearing in the morning when I left for work.

She's careful to color coordinate his outfits. From his shirt and pants to his bib and pacifier...


... right down to his little footsies!


You see that this morning he is perfectly "boy in blue."


The only problem is that there are some things that Maria doesn't understand and United States political propaganda is certainly one of those things. So, while Maria just sees the cute little boy all dressed in blue, others might see this from another angle and perhaps get the wrong idea about me.


Oh well! Like I said - I don't really care what he wears and I laugh every time she puts this shirt on him (at least once a week). Go Mitt!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and the little Republican

PS - I hope that this makes Tara happy!!! I don't know that I would have been able to be quite as laid back about the whole thing if she'd given Radar a Palin 2012 shirt!