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Blow Out
This was the scene this morning at the Baeten house.
Now try to wrap your brain around the pure physicality of the above pictured feat. Emerson was sitting on the floor in her baby cage. Sitting up. So she literally shot the poop up her back with such force that it created the artistic poop display seen in the picture. Perhaps her diaper was perfectly positioned and it created a “Poop Slalom” of sorts…..but still. Think of the sheer velocity of the poop.
Is that not completely and utterly AMAZING?!?!
Is our baby gifted or what?
As you can imagine, the clean-up on this one fell into the category known as “industrial.” There was no way that any number of wipes was going to adequately take care of the mess. So we did what we could with the wipes, stripped down the baby, and prepared to hose her down in the tub.
On the way to the tub, she peed on Troy.
Then we decided to go out to breakfast and she spilled an entire glass of ice water in his lap (totally my fault, I left the water within reach).
It has been a moist day for Troy.
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Hooray! Emerson crawling! This is her second triumphant crawl (we got it on video on attempt #2). The baby crying in the background is Emerson’s baby friend, Baby Simon (2 months old).
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In the baby world of developmental milestones, Emerson has had a bang-up week.
Below is a brief summary of events:
Sunday October 4th, 2009: On the drive back from Chicago.
Learned how to drink out of a regular grown-up straw.
Up until this defining moment, the only luck we have had with getting Emerson to consume liquids was either directly out of the boob or little sips out of a normal cup. There was a definite boycott of anything that resembled an artificial nipple in any way – bottle, sippy cup – you name it. While this new straw drinking skill currently falls into the category of entertaining novelty, rather than functional life-sustaining food transport system, it is definitely a step in the right direction. Also not to be trivialized is the adorable “lip puckered straw sucking face.” Deadly cute.
Developed the Baby Indian War Cry Game.
Often when Emerson was making her wide array of silly baby noises, Troy or I would paddle her mouth to create the “Vibrato Baby War Cry.” I have to say that we found it amusing to an irrational degree. What made this past Sunday different is that Emerson began actively participating in the game. Now, when we bring our hand to our mouth she will consistently initiate her noise making so that we can make the Baby War Cry. Very very funny. She has even gone so far as to attempt the War Cry herself. She is moderately successful, but again, very very funny. What a clever girl. We are fairly certain that this is an early indication of her blossoming GENIUS.
Friday October 9th, 2009: Full-on forward crawling!
As mentioned in my previous post, this past week was also the week of “Mom’s stupidest and most inconvenient injuries.” As such, I spent Friday crawling around my house. Crawling to the bathroom. Crawling to get diapers. Crawling to the back door to let the dogs in and out. It turns out that extended periods of crawling is actually pretty hard on your knees. However, it is my theory that this extended period of maternal crawling resulted in accelerated BABY CRAWLING! Ridiculously exciting, with a small shadow of horror – as we know now that IT IS ALL OVER and we are now entering into the period of “Banged Up Baby (when they are mobile enough to be big trouble, but not coordinated enough to avoid smashing their faces into every possible injury inducing surface).”
And just as we thought that we couldn’t possibly squeeze any other monumental milestone into the week……
This morning (Sunday October 11th, 2009) she pulled herself up to a standing position by herself.
Let the wild rumpus begin!
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Thursday night, in an act of outstanding intelligence and sublime grace, I fell through the baby gate in the kitchen.
I was attempting to make Little Dog Baxter sit before I opened the gate, and as I leaned over to push him down, the gate gave way and I crashed through it. Somehow in the perfectly choreographed splendor of my fall, I got my right foot stuck in one of the vertical metal slats of the gate as tumbled to the ground. OOOOOUUUUUUUCCCCCHHHHHHH.
It was one of those injuries where you just lie on the floor in shock, waiting for the full intensity of the pain to hit you – and then it does. YIKES. As I lay on the floor absorbing the sensations of the moment, I reached down, and was relieved to discover that my foot was in fact facing the correct direction and that it seemed to still be attached to my leg. Good news.
Emerson was already in bed (thank God I wasn’t carrying her – although, I doubt I would have been attempting my dog wrangling acrobatics with her in my arms). Good news.
Also good news was the fact that my very BAD very quick Little Dog had somehow escaped the falling gate and had not been crushed to death beneath the gate and my body. Good news.
As I gathered my wits about me, I realized that I had, in fact, messed up my ankle pretty badly. Weight bearing was a definite NO. It was about 8:20 pm and Troy was at the studio teaching a group class. He was already in the midst of it and wouldn’t be done until 9:00 pm. So I scooted over to my phone (conveniently located nearby) and was able to call our babysitter Kacy, who was on her way home from the studio. She rushed over to give me a hand (got me ice, let the dogs outside, retrieved Emerson when she started crying).
When Troy got home we took a romantic little jaunt to the E.R. The things that you have to do to get a little alone time when you have an eight month old baby!
So it turns out no obvious breaks, just a really bad sprain. Good news.
Crutches and NO WEIGHT bearing for at least 48 hours. BAD news.
8 month old baby + Mommy on crutches = VERY INCONVENIENT.
Yesterday Troy canceled his day and stayed home with me on “full Daddy detail,” which in spite of the unfortunate circumstances, was actually a pretty nice day. Today my friend Andrea is coming over to help me and my mom will be able to be here by the late afternoon. Thank goodness. Good news.
My hope is that I have miraculous healing abilities, and that if I am vigilant about following the doctor’s orders for the next couple of days that my recovery will be very fast. The ankle is already feeling quite a bit better; although, I can definitely feel it when the pain medication wears off. I am sure that in another day or two I will be hobbling around with the best of them!
So we got Little No Name Dog on a Friday, and by the following Wednesday morning he still did not have a name. We debated. We toiled. We vacillated. And finally, we dubbed him Baxter Baeten.
But, alas! We had waited too long to name him, for his previous moniker “Little No Name Dog” had stuck! So now he is sometimes Baxter, sometimes Little No Name Dog, sometimes Little Dog…..it is all working itself out as time passes.
Anywhoo. May we proudly introduce, Baxter Baeten!

Baxter and Daddy

Max & Baxter Throwing Down (w/ Emerson watching from her baby cage)

It is ON LIKE DONKEY KONG!

Morning Nap w/ Momma