Wednesday, September 30, 2009
More photos
Last week we uploaded photos from Otis's second month at http://tootlefam.shutterfly.com.
Otis's First Trip
On Sunday we decided to get out of Dodge for the day and visit the central coast. Steve and I make this day trip (2.5 hours each way) several times a year to cool off, see the pretty ocean, eat clam chowder, and visit some of Steve's favorite college hangouts in San Luis Obispo. With Otis along, our day wasn't nearly as carefree as it was in our former pre-baby lives, but we still had fun.
Our journey took a little longer than we'd planned due to a projectile baby poop blowout while we'd stopped at the Jack Ranch Cafe parking lot to nurse. The most impressive blowout to date (in both force and volume), it set us back a good hour. I was nursing him in the back seat of the car when it happened: the poo landed in my lap but quickly ran down my hip into a pool that I was then sitting in. I called for reinforcements, and Steve sprung into action. He picked up Otis, who had poo running down both of his little legs and onto his cute socks, and I got the diaper changing supplies ready. While Steve deftly cleaned up our boy and changed his clothes, I focused on the car seat (thank God for leather seats!) and then turned my attention to my poo-covered pants. I had no choice but to walk into the Jack Ranch Cafe to try to wash out my jeans. I'm sure people who aren't familiar with the distinct color of baby poo thought I'd pooped my pants. Because there was poop all over my pants. To make an already-long story a little shorter, our first stop in SLO was Old Navy for a new pair of jeans.
When we got back in the car, we had a good laugh and continued our journey. We were all safe and healthy, and this was just a small kink in our fun-filled day. And the rest of the day was pretty fun. Otis got to visit some of our favorite spots, but he didn't see them because he slept through most of it in his sling. Lots of tourists smiled and pointed at us. Here are some photos:
Here is Otis sleeping through our delicious clam chowder at Splash Cafe:
Here is Otis not getting his first glimpse of the ocean at foggy Pismo Beach (maybe next time):
Otis snoozing while I enjoy some new tunes at Boo Boo Records:
Finally, here's Otis looking dapper (if not slightly overwhelmed) in his car seat on the way home:
Our journey took a little longer than we'd planned due to a projectile baby poop blowout while we'd stopped at the Jack Ranch Cafe parking lot to nurse. The most impressive blowout to date (in both force and volume), it set us back a good hour. I was nursing him in the back seat of the car when it happened: the poo landed in my lap but quickly ran down my hip into a pool that I was then sitting in. I called for reinforcements, and Steve sprung into action. He picked up Otis, who had poo running down both of his little legs and onto his cute socks, and I got the diaper changing supplies ready. While Steve deftly cleaned up our boy and changed his clothes, I focused on the car seat (thank God for leather seats!) and then turned my attention to my poo-covered pants. I had no choice but to walk into the Jack Ranch Cafe to try to wash out my jeans. I'm sure people who aren't familiar with the distinct color of baby poo thought I'd pooped my pants. Because there was poop all over my pants. To make an already-long story a little shorter, our first stop in SLO was Old Navy for a new pair of jeans.
When we got back in the car, we had a good laugh and continued our journey. We were all safe and healthy, and this was just a small kink in our fun-filled day. And the rest of the day was pretty fun. Otis got to visit some of our favorite spots, but he didn't see them because he slept through most of it in his sling. Lots of tourists smiled and pointed at us. Here are some photos:
Here is Otis sleeping through our delicious clam chowder at Splash Cafe:
Here is Otis not getting his first glimpse of the ocean at foggy Pismo Beach (maybe next time):
Otis snoozing while I enjoy some new tunes at Boo Boo Records:
Finally, here's Otis looking dapper (if not slightly overwhelmed) in his car seat on the way home:
Smiler
Otis is a regular smiler, but it's been hard to capture his cute grins on camera. He loves to smile after diaper changes, right after nursing, and generally whenever we would not be likely to have a camera in hand. But here are our two closest smile photos, to give you an idea!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Six Weeks
Now that little Otis is six weeks old, he's definitely looking and acting more "baby" and less "newborn." He is more alert, interacts more, and (after lots of hard work from his mama) has finally started putting on some chub.
While he doesn't bust out huge grins yet, Otis has started giving us little smiles now and then. He likes to be kissed on the lips and cheeks, and will sometimes smile at mom or dad after a few kisses. I also got a smile after gently bouncing him on my knees last night, chanting "bounce, bounce, bounce...bounce, bounce, bounce." We haven't captured any of these fleeting grins on camera yet, but we're doing EVERYTHING we can think of to get more of them, so we'll surely get a photo soon.
Otis can also mimic some of our faces. If I stick my tongue out several times, Otis will stick his out. He can also do raised eyebrows/open mouth and pursed lips.
Another sign of Otis's big boy status is that he no longer screams his head off during bathtime. Actually, Steve and I think we didn't have the water hot enough. Oops--I guess I might want to cry if someone plopped me into a lukewarm bath, too!
Otis loves his play mat, sweetly handed down from his cousins Harper and Jack. He enjoys looking at the toys dangling from the top and batting at them with his hands. He also reaches for toys placed to his side. We're so proud! Clearly, this is a sign that he is brilliant, in addition to being the most handsomest ever in the world. :)
Finally, Otis is becoming a daddy's boy. Look how I caught them napping just a few minutes ago!
While he doesn't bust out huge grins yet, Otis has started giving us little smiles now and then. He likes to be kissed on the lips and cheeks, and will sometimes smile at mom or dad after a few kisses. I also got a smile after gently bouncing him on my knees last night, chanting "bounce, bounce, bounce...bounce, bounce, bounce." We haven't captured any of these fleeting grins on camera yet, but we're doing EVERYTHING we can think of to get more of them, so we'll surely get a photo soon.
Otis can also mimic some of our faces. If I stick my tongue out several times, Otis will stick his out. He can also do raised eyebrows/open mouth and pursed lips.
Another sign of Otis's big boy status is that he no longer screams his head off during bathtime. Actually, Steve and I think we didn't have the water hot enough. Oops--I guess I might want to cry if someone plopped me into a lukewarm bath, too!
Otis loves his play mat, sweetly handed down from his cousins Harper and Jack. He enjoys looking at the toys dangling from the top and batting at them with his hands. He also reaches for toys placed to his side. We're so proud! Clearly, this is a sign that he is brilliant, in addition to being the most handsomest ever in the world. :)
Finally, Otis is becoming a daddy's boy. Look how I caught them napping just a few minutes ago!
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