Saturday, October 26, 2013

Disneyland With a Four (and a Half) Month Old

So there was this one time that Brad's parents were awesome and took the entire family to Disneyland for Chad's 50th birthday.  That one time as well George was just over four months old.  Would taking such a young child be insane?  We found the answer to be a surprising, "no".  Yep, it actually kind of rocked.  However, a long time ago we decided that Disney was going to be for the kids.  If we got to go on big rides, cool.  If not?  Oh well.  There are actually a lot of great rides you can ride with lap riders!  But I'm getting ahead of myself...

First thing's first, we made the decision that we would be flying to California rather than driving.  We figured an hour and twenty minute flight with a crying baby would be far easier to do than hours and hours with a crying baby.  Not only did we opt to fly, but we decided to just go all in and pay the little bit extra for the Extra Space seats with Jet Blue.  This was sort of the greatest decision ever.  Not only did we have an extra seven inches of leg room, but we also were able to go through the quick security line as well as be the first to board--even before the early "people with kids" boarding.

And yes, it was amazing.  Especially the security line benefit.  When my mom dropped us off we did grabbing our luggage, loading George into his stroller, checking in our luggage and ourselves, getting to security, and going through security (which included unloading George and getting the stroller through security) in less than twelve minutes.  Shhhaa, greatness, I tell you.  We barely got to the airport an hour before our flight and we had tons of time to kill.  So we got Mickey D's and used the bathroom and all that fun stuff before we were called to board.

George was of course in his pajamas, classic children's fashion for flying.

George's first flight was awesome.  He didn't sleep even though it was around his bed time, but he didn't scream or cry and if he got a little fussy we had the magic formula:  a sucker.  Literally.  I had packed a Blow Pop as well as a few sugar free Ring Pops (I was attempting to appear that I cared about my son's teeth or something, don't ask, it was a weird mom moment).  Unfortunately, he finished the Blow Pop and we had to opt for a blue Ring Pop.  Which, as you can imagine, had him looking like a drowning victim after only a few minutes of sucking on it.  But hey, it kept him happy!

First picture in California!  I look like a motard, but George looks epic "8 Mile"-esque, so I had to include it.  I mean, look at the radiant beam and his sweet jacket.  Yeah, he's awesome.  And apparently a youthful rapper seeking out a career in Detroit.

Like previously mentioned, we actually were able to go on a buttload of rides with George, and we didn't make it to the majority of rides he could've ridden (hello, Fantasyland).  What we did hit included Winnie the Pooh, Buzz Lightyear, Snow White, Pinocchio, Haunted Mansion, A Bug's Life 3D, Monster's Inc., Toy Story Mania, and The Little Mermaid.  We meant to hit the rides they have in A Bug's Life Land as well as Pirates of Caribbean and even It's a Small World (because we're insane), but those we weren't able to hit as we were riding the big kid ride's as well and just trading off.

Winnie the Pooh, the acid trip, was George's very first.  Like I said, acid trip.

George loved Buzz Lightyear, he played with the gun the whole time.  Epic.

The one thing I never realized is just how loud Disneyland is.  Holy cow, the volume in those rides, it's crazy how I never figured out that they were so freaking loud.  But it wasn't a big deal, I would just cover George's ears if anything was getting too loud so he wouldn't get scared.  He didn't cry or freak in any of them, so that was nice.  Brad joked when we were getting on Winnie the Pooh, saying, "If you can't handle Winnie the Pooh, then there's no hope for you."  So true.  Jokes aside, Winnie the Pooh is super mild, nothing to really jump out you or make even totally sissy children cry.  Well, beyond terrifying murals of insane weasels and gasoline literary being poured onto fire in a room of neon colors and dancing elephants.  That sort of made me scared.

Overall George spent a lot of time in what we like to call "the lazy skank carrier" (please view this video for reference) or his stroller, and he did surprisingly well.  Yes, there were two or three moments in the four days where he was a little crazy and needed to be held, usually when he needed help getting to sleep, but otherwise once he figured out that he could grab his toes and lounge about in his stroller, he was super chill.  Even more so when he figured out how to rip his socks off.  Strange kid.


For his bottles we bought a thermos from IKEA prior to the trip and just filled it with warm water every morning.  It actually kept for a really long time, it was nice!  However, the very first day I was a freak and forgot to pack the formula in our backpack to take to Disney.  Oops.  Luckily they have baby stations in both parks, one on Main Street in Disneyland and one back on the Warf in California Adventure.  We were able to buy formula from the one at Disneyland so we didn't have to run all the way back to the hotel and have our baby be starving his bottom off in the meantime.  The one in California Adventure is extremely nice, however.  We spent a good deal of Monday night there because we pulled an all-day-er at the park (never, ever a good idea) and George needed just a moment to lay down and play.  They had a movie playing and books and a little table to play at.  They also had a dark room for nursing and tons of nice changing pads.  Seriously, such a nice respite!  We spent about two hours there, just chilling.  George napped, we watched the movie, it was really quite nice.

One thing we encountered at Disneyland was the curse of having a cute baby.  I am so not a person who's like, "Hey, love talking to strangers!" but we got a lot of that at Disney.  We had two Disney employees literary follow us a half a trek through the park as we went to get FastPasses for everyone.  A female employee at Star Tours was chatting us up for forever while I was waiting for Brad to get off the ride, it was super funny.  Oh well, I definitely learned to allow people to just giggle with him for a bit.  Luckily George is a people person, because I so am not endowed with that skill.  He definitely got that from his dad.  At one point George was flirting with some teenage girls in line for Snow White and he totally let out this huge barf.  Good one, George, that's how you get the ladies!

Innoventions was another thing we did with George that I forgot to mention.  For a long time this has been one of my favorite places to go, especially when late-comers finally get to the park and overload the rides.  At one point in Innoventions we were doing this little "House of the Future" tidbit where part of the experience you get to take a picture of yourself and a friend which is then used in a video tour through your chosen future home.  Yeah, best picture of the trip, here's George and Brad going out of their home on a rainy day, waiting for their futuristic transportation to arrive.

Yeah, we were dying when we watched the video!

We were also able to experience World of Color for the third time.  Still great.  Seriously.  And George loooved it.  I was afraid that the loud noises or fire or whatever might possibly scare him.  But again, he proved me wrong because he just super dug that show.  He even shook my hands off his ears!

Oh wait, there was one thing that made George cry.  The shuttle.  Yep.  Sometimes we'd get a larger shuttle that would need to lower to the ground, so it'd make this big hissing and screeching sound, and it totally made George cry if we didn't cover his ears fast enough.  Slightly hilarious.  Also, the last day we were waiting in the huge line for the shuttle, and one toddler was incredibly upset and sobbing because he was probably exhausted.  George looks at us, gets this huge frown, and starts crying too.  Also hilarious.

This is possibly the longest most babbling post ever, but basically when it comes down to it the best trips to Disney are not focused on the rides, but on the experience.  What really helped Brad and I to have a good time was to focus on making an experience of it, especially for George.  We were incredibly grateful to family who offered multiple times to watch George while we went on the bigger rides, and it's definitely recommended to take family or friends if you're worried about getting yourself on those!  But honestly, we would've had a great time whether we went on the big ones or not!  Because, seriously, just like I wrote about going to Disneyland while pregnant, there really is just so much to do beyond the rides that everyone seems to get so focused on.  You're never going to enjoy Disney if you're not there for the experience!

We're so grateful to Chad and Michelle for paying the expense for such an awesome place for a family trip, and we were so happy to experience Disney for the first time with George!

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

On My Mind #1

NEW BEDDING.  Say what?  So psyched.  Seriously.  For $30?  Thank you, IKEA!

We just used the same sheets from our first $35 comforter set we bought in our first trip to Walmart as newlyweds with our mass of gift cards.  Ah, the memories.  That set was awesomely comfy, but I was ready for something a little more neutral.  And so, viola.

In other news, I spend my waking and resting hours singing the Doc McStuffins theme song.  Here, watch it this, and let it's beautiful melody haunt you for the rest of your days, too.

My happy, independent George is back.  No more ear infection, no more diaper rash, and he's handling teething like a boss.  He's back to playing on his own and ignoring my attempts to play with him until he deems it time for us to play together.

He also continues his journey of deciding that anything within arms reach, whether presented for his use or not, is his to chew on.  Today it was Grandma's braid; he just grabbed in and shoved the whole end into his mouth.  Mmm, delish!  He also loves remote controllers as well as tags.  Favorite toys, right behind his toy keys.  Makes sense!

Saturday, October 5, 2013

General Conference, Applesauce, and More Farts

If you don't know what General Conference is, one may enlighten themselves here.  Basically, it's amazing.  Just watch one talk, you won't regret it.  This was the best one of today for us.

This was George's first General Conference.  He did some classic screaming through most of it and then needed a nap, it was highly hilarious.  He had us laughing for most of the first session; we love that kid.

Today was also great because my husband took amazing care of me.  I was super sick, super emotional, and super needing a nap.  So, Brad took George out on a guys' afternoon trip with himself and Ben, and let me take a full two-hour nap.  It was incredible.  It's kind of ridiculous how much lack of sleep can make me feel like I'm about to keel over or otherwise just dunk my head in a toilet from puking so hard.  Basically, I'm grateful to a husband who tolerates the fact that I hardly ever accept help and yet continues to offer until, finally, I admit that I need it and he comes to my rescue.

After we were all back together following priesthood session, we fed George some applesauce.  Or, scratch that, the entire thing of applesauce.  I would fill the spoon, George would take it, feed himself (or his face, whichever), and then hand it back to me when he was ready for more.  It was basically the cutest thing we had ever witnessed and therefore we told much video of it.  SO CUTE.  Seriously, us and my parents were dying, it was so hilarious.  And George's cheeks are super rosy from all the drooling from teething, so that just added to the cute factor.  Basically, he's the greatest.

Today also marked the end to a tough few days for George.  Why?  Diaper rash.  I thought teething sucked balls, but no, diaper rash it right up there.  It was horribly sad to see that kid in so much pain.  Basically, he just can't catch a break.  Teething, ear infection, major diarrhea from antibiotics for said infection, then major, yeasty diaper rash.  Poor kid.  Because of the rash, George has had to skip out on his favorite nighttime ritual, bath time.

After three nights of no bath, George returned to the tub and he was psyched to be back!  ("It's great to be back in Boston, yeah-yuh!")  Brad was playing with him and helping him wash up and at one point Brad ripped one.  Like clockwork, with what has now for some reason become a thing, George rips an even bigger one in the tub.  Seriously, these boys are synced in their farts.  When one farts, the other farts.  It's like their club handshake or something.  Because I think fart jokes are still hilarious, it just makes me laugh that that's how they've decided to become "in tune" with one another.  Typical.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

George's Two Month Appointment

Yes, we had George's two month appointment when he was exactly three months and twenty-nine days old.  Woops.  I was waiting for Brad's new insurance cards to get here and then... just... procrastinated.  Typical, typical.  But I finally got on it and got him in, looking super snazzy in his sweater made by his Aunt Sarah, I might add.

As a side note, I somehow had us creepily matching with our attire.  He had on orange and khaki pants, I had on orange and a khaki skirt.  Apparently I'm a horribly creepy mother.  Seriously, even to me that's weird.  If he was my daughter, sure.  Super cute.  But not.  He's my son.  And that's weird.  But I do it by accident all the time.  It's funniest when Brad and I get dressed separately and we all seem to flow together like we're about to go get family photos or something.  Yep.  But I digress.

The two-month appointment is slated for the first set of shots, which had me fah-reaking out at the thought of that.  Because I'm terrible, terrible, terrible with shots.  Remember?  Yeah, terrible.  So how and the world was I supposed to watch my son get FOUR SHOTS and not have a sonic meltdown?

I knew there was the option of the nurse taking him away to do the shots.  Then I wouldn't have to watch, all would be well.  But, no.  I couldn't do that to him, make him do this alone.  So I sucked it up.  I didn't even make Brad take work off to hold my hand, nor did I make my mom or my sister come with me to do the same.  I am a mom now, and if I want George to be okay with the doctor, I have to be okay with the doctor.

We're there, George gets all his measurements.  Lookin' nice and healthy, weighing sixteen pounds and sticking it out in the ninety-fifth percentile for height (nice).  Flirting with the nurse as she took his blood pressure, flirting with the doctor as she did the rest.  Super happy child.  Found out he had an ear infection, yuck, poor kid.  But after all was said and done, super healthy.

As a side note, I found out that it's a really good idea to bring a big fuzzy blanket with us when we go to the doctor's because he spends the majority of the time half-naked.

However, apparently George will, under no circumstance, be dragged any which way on the examination table.  The doctor literally moved his body maybe thirty degrees and he cried in a way that I have never heard him cry.  The doctor said it's probably due to the ear infection, but seriously!  He has never cried like that, it was so sad!  But also hilarious.  Because, oh dear, she scooted him slightly clockwise.  How rude.  Then the nurse, as she came in to give him his shots, just pulled him two inches down the table, and that set him off too.  How dare they, right?

The shots parts was actually the least painful.  One of the shots wasn't actually a shot and was just taken orally.  The actual three shots were literally done in less than two seconds.  One, two, three.  Done.  It was so fast, and she was awesome enough to have all the band-aids ready to go, and seriously he was done.  I had given him some pain meds an hour before the appointment, so while he cried a bit it wasn't any sort of traumatic crying, just little huffs.  So about ten minutes into our ride home he was asleep, it was nice.

OH.  And did I mention?  I DID NOT CRY.  No, I did not.  Yes, I am a pimp.  Clearly.  Which is why I deserved a large Coke and a McDouble from McDonalds for the ride home, for all the trauma I had been through.

Also, they forgot to sign his immunization card.  Lame.  We're going back in a month to get him caught up on his other shots, so I'll have them sign it then.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

George at Four Months

So, George is a big kid.  Seriously.  Still in the high nineties percentile for height, weighs over sixteen pounds, and well, he at least has a normal sized head.  Which is good.  I think.  Seriously, I have no clue what the percentages the doctor gives us means most of the time.

Pretty much done with breastfeeding right after he hit three months.  It wasn't done on purpose; as soon as he started teething he just sort of weaned himself.  The bottle was better to chew on, I guess!  I definitely miss the zero dollar price tag on breastfeeding, but I don't miss smelling like rotten milk and be half-dressed the whole time!  Awkward.

So yeah.  Teething.  Full-on.  The poor kid was super uncomfortable all the time and no longer was really able to play on his own, he always wanted to be with someone and be held.  We were constantly needing to find ways to distract him.  Come to find out we were giving him only a fourth of the pain medicine that he could have.  Yeah, we suck.  Once we upped that he definitely felt a little more human.

Has just continued to laugh more and more and more.  He laughs at people, noises, things.  It's pretty much the greatest sound ever!  The best, though, is tickling him.  It's just the cutest.  He laughs super hard and then does this huge, long sigh at the end.  So funny.

At the beginning, George had really started to develop his own schedule and so we went with it and began a more solid bedtime routine each night, which starts with a bath.  Not in his infant tub, but in the big kid tub.  And dude, he loves it.  My mom kept encouraging me to try giving him a bath in the actual tub, but I was always thinking that he was too little.  Um, yeah, should've listened sooner, because this kid seriously digs bath time.  As soon as we set him in there, he splashes like a monster.  It's awesome.  He also seems to like to take a good pee from time to time, sometimes on Dad's leg.  Ah, memories.

Oh yeah, and about that schedule that George drew out for himself?  Well, teething hit full-force and it went out the window pretty much.  While at the beginning he was really starting to sleep longer chunks of time, he suddenly flipped back to newborn, wake-up-every-two-hours, schedule.  It was rough.  Especially when I was so lovin' the six hour chunks.  Teething is a beast.

We also found out that the increased mucus produced during teething (to protect their gums as they chew) had given him an ear infection, which had him extra uncomfortable and actually kept him up in pain from one to five one morning.  Yeah, poor kid!  But, like the doctor promised, he went back to normal after two days of being on antibiotics and began sleeping seven to eight hour chunks at night, including allowing me to sleep in till ten-thirty in the morning.  It's been heaven!

Also started this weird thing for a while where he'd get up around 3:00 AM and be like, "Hey, yo, let's hang out."  And I was all, "Um, hey, no."  I figured out that I could just let him play in his crib in his own and he'd put himself to sleep within thirty minutes or so, which is really quite cute!  But I had to find him new, warmer pajamas because he wouldn't be swaddled when he did this, and it's been super freezing lately.

This month has included him having a harder time falling asleep.  We now know that it's because he hasn't felt so hot with the ear infection, so when we'd lay him down he'd whimper and get all sad because it hurt.  It those times it took a giant amount of distraction and comforting to help him fall asleep.  This included letting him bite on my finger until he was able to relax a bit, as well as giving him his medicine on a binky so he'd actually take a binky to help comfort himself.  And baths.  Lots and lots of baths.

Speaking of binkies, he literally with not, under any circumstance, take one anymore.  Which is nice, because we won't have to wean him.  However, it's sort been our last resort for calming him, so we were a little worried about what we'd do if he was fussy on the airplane until my mom suggested a sucker.  Dude, works like a charm.  Seriously, it's insanely cute.  He loves it (of course, it's delicious, makes sense).  So, we just got him some sugar-free suckers to take on the road when we fly to Disneyland next week.  Easy fix.

Showing that personality definitely starts in the womb, this kid is still a mega-kicker. Included in that, he will hit his belly like Tarzan.  Or, more appropriately, George of the Jungle.

Becoming highly curious (ha!).  Loves to touch people's faces, especially while they're singing to him.  Him and Brad have this thing where George will just touch his face, grab his nose, and then eventually rub through his hair.  It's kind of hilariously cute.

He's started playing with his feet which is RIDICULOUSLY cute.  Oh my, it's darling.  Watching him grab both feet and just do his thing is just about the most fun thing to watch, like, ever.

Chews on his lower lip.  And everything else.  Especially people's hands, he'll just grab them and try and shove as much of whoever's fist into his mouth to gnaw on.  The nurse (when we went in for his extremely overdue two-month appointment) was saying hi and he just grabbed her hand and started eating it.  Total stranger.  No regard for hygiene.  He's basically begging to take candy from someone he doesn't know at this point, so long as he can chew on it.

And yeah, and drool.  Everywhere.  All the time.  Totally slobbers like a pug.

As mentioned previously, this kid just loves the Diet Pepsi bottle.  We still have no idea why, but whatever makes him happy, I suppose.

But man, this kid is getting so great with using his hands!  Instead of keeping them in clenched fists all the time they're open and he's constantly grabbing at things.  And when I say things, I mean everything.  Including my food.  Among others.

He's also sort of lost interest in rolling over for the moment and instead has decided that it's time to stand up, like, all the time.