Author: kristennill

There’s no real story behind these pictures. We have a lot of playtime and today I just happened to use the camera.

One of the things that has me marveling lately is two books that my cousin gave us. They are touchy feely books: “That’s not my teddy” and “That’s not my bunny”. Each book is a few pages, like, “That’s not my teddy, its paws are too wooly” and then a picture with the teddy holding up his paws where the pads are little cottony patches to touch. In the below picture, the page is “That’s not my teddy, its paws are too rough” and velcro circles to touch. The book goes through all these different textures and why that’s not my bunny or that’s not my teddy. The last pages in the two books are of course, “That’s my bunny! Its ears are so soft” and “THAT’S my teddy, its tummy is so furry”. Anyway, my point is that we read these two books multiple times a day and now, when I turn the page and read the line, Ashton reaches out to the exact touchy spot to feel it (it’s different on every page). If he hesitates, I show him with my finger the place to feel and he copies me. This is truly the first instance of learning that I can measure and it’s just so cute and so cool.

Happy saturday night!

So, it rained today. Which means that come 4:00 pm, Ashton and I were not on our usual pleasant stroll around Fresh Pond. No, we weren’t. We were sitting in the living room staring at each other. We read all of his stories (which does not take long: his little board books are a whopping five pages each with about ten words total: “One, two. Socks!” and the like), we played with all the toys he is interested in these days, and we sang the songs that make him smile. So there we were: 4:00 pm and still two hours to go until bedtime. I decided to take advantage of his recent chattiness (see video from previous post) and interview him on how things are going so far.

Kristen Nill: So, Ashton, how did you sleep last night?

Ashton Christopher: Hi Mom, thanks for asking. I slept great! I went to bed at 6:20 pm, woke up at 3:09 am and fussed for awhile, but you knew I was faking so I went back to sleep when you didn’t come in. I woke up again at 5:15 am, thanks for feeding me I was hungry. Then I went back to sleep until 8:30 am! I have to say, since my 8 month birthday I’ve really hit my groove.

KN: Did you have any dreams?

AC: Yes, I often have dreams. They are mostly about milk and snacks. Of course, these things are the topics of my nightmares as well. I once dreamed that there was no more milk and I cried and cried. It was awful.

KN: Gosh, that sounds awful. Any other challenges you have faced?

AC: You know, if I’m being honest, a few. First, the sippy cup. I just…well, I just don’t get it. Second, Tate’s utter refusal to accept my friendship. The only thing he cares about is the dropped Cheerio count from my highchair. Makes me feel used. Yes, I did pull his tail once, and also his ears, but my hands are so small I have a hard time believing it hurt. I hope to one day have a better relationship with him. Lastly, yogurt. [Shudder.] That stuff is just wretched.

KN: I’ll talk to Tate. Treats are key. I would give you some to offer him but I’m afraid you would eat them yourself.

AC: I probably would.

KN: On to more happy things. What do you enjoy doing in your spare time?

AC: I like to smile at inanimate, insignificant objects. For example, a water bottle. Or a piece of string. Lately I find humor in regular, everyday things that end up in my hands; I can’t help but smile at them and then shake them ferociously to see if they rattle.

KN: I have noticed this. By now, have you learned that things like your sock, a ballpoint pen, and a cucumber stick don’t make noise?

AC: Not really. I’ll probably have to shake everything I get my hands on for awhile longer. Either that or taste it.

KN: Speaking of learning, how’s the crawling going?

AC: [silence]

KN: Sorry honey, bad question. I know you don’t crawl yet. [Awkward pause.] You know baby, physical development is only part of the equation! You are so smart in so many other ways. What is your dream job?

AC: I mean obviously, if the guys at eTrade called, I’d be on the first flight.

KN: I thought the ultimate goal for babies was to work for Gerber?

AC: [rolling his eyes] Mom, you are out to lunch. Gerber is so last century. You don’t even feed me Gerber! You feed me Earth’s Best Organics!

KN: Ashton! You better not tell your father that. He thinks I use my very expensive baby food maker from Williams-Sonoma!

AC: Okay okay I won’t tell him. But only if you try to find out how I can work for eTrade. Their commercials are a riot.

KN: I’ll look into it. Wow, eTrade. You really are wise beyond your months.

Exaggerated chewing or “nye” is officially his first word? I’ll let you be the judge.

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Ashton and I have fallen into quite a routine. This routine is SO routine, in fact, that the days and weeks are ticking by and I hardly realize how long it’s been since I have posted. A few of my family and friends have mentioned once or twice that I am not blogging as often as usual and I admit, dear readers, it’s because I have no material. In light of this fact, I have decided to take what I consider “no material”(our routine) and make it just that. So, here we go. A day in the life.
7:00 am Wake up. The monitor lights up with Ashton’t little “Okay, I slept for 12 hours, let’s play” noises, and I sleep walk into his room to get him out of his crib. I know that 7:00 am is not early, that’s what time I used to wake up for work and most of the world is up by then but for whatever reason, 7 am always comes way too soon.
7:05 am Diaper change. Or should I say, diaper apocalypse. Not having been changed since bedtime the night before, the thing is practically disintegrating because it has been forced to hold so much. Luckily Ashton is not one of those babies that cares about the status of things down under.
7:07 am Lotion. I have to sing through this or otherwise entertain him because he hates it. A tall order considering I have been awake a whole 7 minutes at this point. Despite that he gets a lotion the thickness of Elmer’s glue two or three times a day, his skin feels like sandpaper in the morning 😦 He dries out so fast.
7:10 am New outfit. Usually something preppy. Like father, like son.
7:12 am Playtime in bed. This is when I try to annoy Jason who is usually still asleep (what? he got home from work at 3 am? Oh well 😉 ), by bringing a VERY awake, VERY noisy baby into the room. Hee hee. Before long, Tate jumps up too and it’s a family affair.

7:20 am Eat. Ashton is exclusively breastfed and my goal is to make it to one year. I tried to give him formula last week just to see what he would do, and he threw the bottle on the floor. Great. But this means I pump twice a day in order to give him a bottle for bedtime and hopefully have some milk left over to freeze.
7:35 am Storytime. Usually accompanied by drool. Come to think of it, most parts of our day are. You’ll see bibs occasionally in my photos.

7:45 am Play in the morning sunshine in the living room. I sit next to him and pump while he happily sits with his toys. He is so alert, rested, and content, this is truly my favorite time of day. I take a lot of pictures then and many of my readers see the pictures on facebook, but this is one from a few days ago:

The sunshine rays are real, but with the help of the Instagram app on my iPhone 4sssssss, he looks like an angel. To me, anyway.  Here’s another, his “Blue Steel” look for all those Zoolander fans.

I honestly was considering googling “Baby modeling contests” to see how I could enter Ashton somehow. Like all parents, I think my baby is the cutest baby that has ever lived and I’m certain everyone else feels the same way. They might as well pay me for such cuteness. College will cost $2 million per class by the time he gets there so we need to save up.
8:15 am Breakfast. Some kind of pureed fruit (via spoon), and then cheerios and banana slices that I give him on his tray to practice feeding himself. This is one photo that is particularly unattractive (i.e. would not be included in his modeling book) but I DIED laughing because he was eating cheerios and somehow, two pieces got stuck on his upper gums and made it look like he had teeth:

HAHAHA I’m cracking up all over again. My little jack-o-lantern.
8:45 am More playtime, usually in his jumper.
9:00 am Naptime. Before Ashton’s 8 month birthday and his epic SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT event, I was a zombie and usually crawled right back into bed at this time. Now that he only wakes up once, around 5 am for a quick feed, I use this time to clean up from the massive mess that somehow results from cheerios and bananas, wash my pumping equipment, make the bed, change out of my pajamas, etc.
10:30 am Naptime is over. I change him, feed him (again) and we take off to do any number of things: grocery store, lunch dates, a Target run…Ashton is big enough now to sit in the cart all by himself, which means (you guessed it)…more gear! Had to purchase a shopping cart cover (helloooo, carts have so many germs). I did not run it by Jason before buying it either. Ha.

This looks so carefree doesn’t it? Ashton has the wind in his hair and we are strolling up and down the aisles, easy breezy… um, no. Not like that. He tries to reach out and grab everything. He topples over to the side. He whines. He wants a snack. He poops and needs a new diaper. He drops his pacifier. I wipe it off. He pulls off his socks. I put them back on. He scratches at his head. I put on a hat. He pulls off the hat I put on to prevent him from scratching at his head. It’s exhausting. We don’t always shop though. Today we had playgroup with some of Ashton’s little friends that we met when I took my new moms class last fall. It really is amazing to see how all the babies grow and develop. They are all so different. In spite of that, they don’t care about slobbering all over one another’s toys or steam rolling whoever is next to them on the playmat. But no matter what we do after the morning nap, we must, I repeat MUST be home by…
1:00 pm Naptime again. This nap tends to get pushed to 1:30 pm or sometimes 2 pm, but boy is that pushing it. I have said in the past that unless a large meteor is heading towards the earth or someone is in the process of telling me I have won the lottery, Ashton does not miss naps. If he does, he becomes totally crispy, overdone, burned out, whatever metaphor you would like to use. And life is just not fun.
Anyway, every time Ashton is not napping, I vow that the next time he is napping I am going to be super productive, reply to emails, do the laundry, unload the dishwasher and get everything done that I can’t get done when he is awake because he is just such a handful. What do I usually do instead of all these productive things? Read my book. I lay down, Tate snuggles next to me, and it’s just nice to have a break.
2:30 pm Wake up. Eat, change diaper, pack up supplies and head to Fresh Pond for a walk. I never knew about the Fresh Pond loop until after I had Ashton. It’s ten minutes away, about a 2.25 mile stretch around this small body of water, SMACK in the middle of Cambridge and traffic and all kinds of urban stuff and yet looks like this:

It’s truly amazing, I have my most zen moments while I am walking around it with the baby in the stroller and Tate trotting by my side. The path is somewhere between a sidewalk and a nature trail and it’s gorgeous. The three of us love our fresh air in the late afternoon. It takes 45 minutes or so to walk the loop, I honestly can’t get over how much hustle and bustle happens all around it and yet it’s so quiet when you are right by the water. It’s awesome.
5:00 pm Back home and time for dinner. [Insert more pictures of Ashton with food all over his face.] Tonight he got his first piece of red pepper that was a sorry mangled mess by the time he was done with it, but that experience more or less looked like this:

5:30 pm Storytime, general hanging out.
6:00 pm Bedtime begins. While Ashton is playing, I: get the milk out of the fridge, warm it up, put it in a bottle. Get out his bathtub, put it in the sink, fill it with water and a little bleach (so the cuts he gets from scratching don’t get infected). Line the countertop around the sink with towels. After Shrimps, he likes to splash. Fill his humidifier with water. Pull his shades down, turn the fan on, get his bath towel. Ashton then gets stripped and dropped in the tub for 10 minutes. Dry off, lotion, pajamas, scratch sleeves, bottle, rocking chair, bed. I close the door to the nursery, mop up the water, wash his bottle stuff, wash his tray and highchair, and immediately pour myself a glass of wine. 7:00 pm and I’m free until I have to pump, around 10:00 pm, and then it’s bedtime for me. All my blog posts are time stamped around 9 pm or after because this is the only time I have to do it!
For the record, Ashton did have his first Easter basket and as much as I had hoped we would attend mass with our freshly baptized baby, it just didn’t happen. Ashton had a sweater and a tie all ready to go but it was one of those unfortunate mornings where things did not go our way. Ah well. Until next time. (p.s. can someone text me or email me and tell me if this video format works? Is it better or worse than the other videos I usually put up? I’m experimenting. Thanks!!)

Ladies and Gentlemen, the news you’ve all been waiting for. Yes, it’s happened. Ashton SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT LAST NIGHT!! And by that I mean, 7 pm until 7:15 am. He woke up once around 1:30 am, fussed for a minute or two, and put himself back to sleep. Of course I woke up in a panic around 6:30 am, checked the monitor and realized that Jason had switched it OFF when he came home at 3 am. So, if Ashton woke up crying sometime between 3 am and 6:30 am, I was none the wiser. (At this moment I’m torn between publicly chastising Jason for doing something so deliberate and irresponsible and thanking him for doing it so I could sleep. Lately, I have been resorting to this set-up in order to function:

So actually, to Jason: I’m (gulp) glad you turned the monitor off last night. I have felt more rested today than I have in a long time.))

Where was I. Oh, Ashton slept until 7:15 am, smiled at me when I went in to get him from his crib, and we’ve had a great day. However, I’m under no illusions that this miracle of miracles will ever happen again. In fact, the night before all of his monthly birthdays, he tricks me and sleeps great. The next night, it’s back to his old ways. I wonder if he giggles to himself and thinks haha last night was so funny, I pretended to sleep and she woke up so happy. Well, we’ll see about that. [Commence wailing]

So, 8 months. I had Ashton fill out the usual questionnaire:

Favorite food: Pear cinnamon oatmeal. Also Puffs and Cheerios. He gums these things to a sticky pulp and the best part is, it takes him a solid 45 seconds per piece. Very good time waster, cereal is.

Favorite drink: breastmilk. Stirred, not shaken, and preferably fresh, not frozen.

Favorite toy: his musical firetruck. This is an “age 12 months” toy that Grandma gave him. Naturally, Ashton is a genius to be playing with it at a mere 8 months. Next up, Mensa.

Sitting up: Yes!
Crawling: No. But this kid loves to exercise:

Teeth: Yes! Bottom teeth are poking through and damn those things are sharp. This might as well be Jason and I:

Either that or we have the next Edward Cullen on our hands.

Diapers: still size 3’s and still Costco’s finest.

Favorite song: Anything that we can personalize. You know the Oscar Meyer weiner song? Now, it’s “My baby has a first name, it’s A-SH-T-O-NNNNN” (credit: Jason. I haven’t been that creative, refer to coffee cartoon above.)

Other hobbies: long walks in the stroller, baths, trying to get Tate to like him and watching The View (haha, just kidding.)

Every month that goes by is, for me, a big deal. Here are pictures of Ashton just days before he turned 8 months:

I managed to catch up with him this morning, on his 8 month birthday, right after hair and makeup:

I asked him why he looked so worried. He said he was concerned about the camo pants and that the whole outfit might look a little too metro. I told him he was just like his dad. 😉

Jason is from Hampton Bays, NY (Long Island) and it’s a place we love to visit. I’m sure I’ve mentioned that here before. We went down this past weekend for his sister Melissa’s baby shower (aka Ashton’s Aunt Lizzie, who has also been mentioned here before. Actually, now would be a good time to comment in advance on this post: I am so sleep-deprived that I don’t anticipate being able to come up with my usual Pulitzer-worthy material. I might rely mostly on pictures this time. And in those pictures you’ll notice Ashton has a new rash on his cheeks. 😦 ).

Anyway, after screaming down to the ferry on Friday night (7 pm was the last boat and we barely made it),  we woke up Saturday to go to the Hampton Bays St. Patrick’s Day parade (typically the weekend after the actual holiday). The whole town was there, we saw lots of Jason’s friends, had corned beef sandwiches and drank beer out of green cups (obvi). Ashton got in the spirit as well with his green polo and “Irish for the day!” pin:

For some reason the bagpipers failed to make an impression:

Other parade pics – me and Katie (yes, she is my Boston friend, but her brother lives in Southampton and she was visiting. Perfect timing!):

The main line through town:

The stroller pulling double-duty as the bar. Is there anything this thing doesn’t do?!

Ashton, Aunt Lizzie, Grandma and Grandpa:

Ashton got a duckie somehow from one of the paraders and he held onto that thing all day, it was really cute. We put it on a necklace for him. Here he is about two hours later:

Sunday we got up and it was baby shower day! Melissa is due 5/5/12 with a little boy. Here are the parents to be 🙂

Other shower pics:

Aunt Lizzie I can’t wait for my cousin!

Hard to believe that the next time I see Liz she will be a mom too!! And I will be an aunt! 6 weeks!! Watching her open all the baby clothes definitely made me think back to my pregnancy and how much I anticipated Ashton’s arrival. Such an exciting time and I can’t wait to share it with her 🙂

Hello blog readers, apologies for the short hiatus. Ashton’s mom (ahem, myself) had a big event in NYC last Wednesday for my old employer and got pretty busy. But there’s good news: First, 3.13.12 was my first night away from my baby and I survived it! Minus the pumping in random closets at the Nasdaq Marketsite as well as in the Amtrak bathroom (yuck). I missed Ashton terribly and thought about him all the time (um, Tate, not so much you, sorry buddy). It’s such a catch-22 because although I yearn for breaks, when I actually get them I feel guilty, sad, or anxious to get back to him. The rare times that I’m not with Ashton, I am either talking about him or looking at his picture. Motherhood is so annoying.

Anyway, I left Ashton in Jason’s incredibly capable hands but even still, I cried when I left 😦 Jason told me it was just one night, I was going to do great and he was so proud of me, and THAT just made me cry more! Again, so annoying. But the event was a great success (too many details to share here) and everyone is already talking about next year, so I guess that’s a good sign 🙂

The more important question is, what has Ashton been up to since my last post?? Well, for one thing, he has been outgrowing his clothes:

Just after I took this picture, the belly snap couldn’t hold on any longer, flew off and hit me in the face. I told Ashton that was it, no more fries.
(Fun fact: the silver rattle in his grubby little fist belonged to me when I was a baby 🙂 )

He also has been on his first playground swing:

I took a few videos of this momentous occasion but they are even more boring than what I usually put up so I’m not going to post them. Picture Ashton swinging back and forth and the only sound: birds chirping. No laughter, cute giggles, nothing. He was like, “Great, I’m swinging. So what?” It must have been the brown bear outfit I put him in. Are the ears not cool?

And that’s about it until today. Today was a perfect 10, the best day of the year so far. 70, sunny, not a cloud in the sky. Jason had the day off but was off doing all kinds of house projects so we were left to our own devices. Ashton had his first iced coffee (along with his peaches) for breakfast:

After that, tummy time. Ashton’s still not up on all fours or scooting but he does do these interesting yoga poses which I will fully document in another post. For now, he just looks cute on the floor.

The most blissful part of the day was 4-6 pm, we went to the park and truly, the clear air, blue sky, perfect temperature, and slight breeze made you close your eyes, breathe in, and think, “My god it’s nice out.” The kind of afternoon where your blood pressure is low and your heart feels calm. We set up a blanket and I just had to take a couple pictures.

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Ashton demonstrates how to eat a Rice Krispy for the first time ever, when you have no teeth. Not surprisingly, it’s a slow process, hindered by the fruit pulp stickiness left over from the chum bag he had just had. The little Krispies were everywhere, honest to god a half hour after I shot this video Jason found one on the back of my shoulder.

Also, if you’re thinking that’s a ridiculous outfit he’s in, you’re right and don’t judge me. It was laundry day. (Mmmm, that’s a lie. Laundry was yesterday. But Ashton was scratching his head and I don’t have a hat that fits, and as this christmas will be his second, this poor bib’s career would have been finished if not for me.)

Good night all!

We hit the 7 month mark yesterday! We don’t have another pediatrician appointment until 9 months, so I don’t have any official stats on height, weight, etc. but there is plenty more to talk about!

Food: All kinds of purees, fruits, veggies, rice and oatmeal cereals. It’s hard to feed him because he gets so distracted but we aim for two solid meals a day, one in the morning for breakfast (fruits, oatmeal, sometimes a piece of fruit in the chum bag. I sliced grapes in half the other day and put them in, boy did he go crazy for that!). And one mid afternoon (lunch/dinner) with veggies.
Teeth: None. But drooling like Niagara Falls.
Sitting up: Yes, but is still a bit wobbly and after awhile will tip over.

Toys: Anything within reach is fair game. I am trying to teach him to use a sippy cup but he doesn’t quite get it yet. I think I mentioned a few posts ago about how utterly fascinated he is by everything. It’s so cute.

Diapers: Size 3

Favorite Clothing Designer: Hatley

Sleeping: Still up once or twice a night. He gave me the same present that he gave me for his 6 month birthday, which is sleeping from about 6 pm – 4:30 am, being fed and then sleeping in until 8 am. This is amazing folks. Today we were up at 6:30 am, which is more of the norm.

Hmmm what else. Favorite song is Itsy Bitsy Spider (hand motions and sounds included) and his friendship with Tate is progressing slightly. Tate still looks like a deer in headlights when Ashton gets anywhere near him, but is starting to learn that if he is patient he will get treats after Ashton pets him.
So the big question is: what did Ashton DO on his 7 month birthday? He had quite a day. First, because I didn’t have to report to work at Allegria until 11:45 am, I got to go with the boys to Shrimps. There are about 10 babies in this little swim class and it is positively the cutest thing I have ever seen. The parents do exercises with them, float with them, etc. and they are all in miniature bathing suits and it’s just adorable. I took no less than 3,000 photographs. Here are the best ones 🙂

After Shimps, we came home, Ashton went to sleep, I went to work, and everything was okay. I should mention, when he woke up yesterday morning we noticed his breathing sounded a little raspy/hoarse and he had a cough that sounded like a barking seal cub. Yes, that specific.  By the time I was home around 4:30 pm, he had gotten worse and woken up from his second nap struggling to breathe. Called the pediatrician on call (these things always happen on nights and weekends!) and long story short, ended up in the Emergency Room at Newton Wellesley Hospital. He has croup, which is a virus common in young babies/children that causes respiratory trouble. (Don’t you hate how all the doctors and websites use the word “common”? Is that supposed to make me feel better that he has it? It’s still scary!!) Anyway, he is doing better today. They gave him a liquid shot of a steroid to reduce the inflammation in his lungs and while he is still raspy, no more seal barks. He is pretty cranky as I type this and hasn’t napped well, but hopefully in the next day or so he will be back to his happy self 🙂