Merry Christmas!

Ian's first taste of applesauce

Before H1N1 hit the Bagley household, we started Ian on his first solid food. On October 23rd, he wolfed down his rice cereal, so we decided to give him a taste of Grandma Rose's applesauce. The video says it all. Any suggestions for his next solid food?

Thankfully, Ian is feeling MUCH better now, and Justin and I are slowly getting better. Silly swine flu.

Ian's latest weigh in = 20 pounds, 9 ounces!

Jumping Ian

The Rise and Decline of the Fury of Ian

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BATHTIME!!!

Taken this morning.

The past month

So it has been about a month give a few days since I last wrote anything on here, so I figured it was high time. Like all of the summer the past month has been a busy one, especially keeping up with the little man.



On Little Man:
To start with, it is becoming hard to continue to call him a "little man". Okay, so he is still considerably smaller than me. However, he is growing absurdly quickly. At birth he was around 8lbs 7oz and 20 inches long. Over the first couple of weeks he continually in the 50-60th percentile of weight and height. As of his two month checkup in early July (which included shots that he REALLY did not like) he had ballooned up over 15lbs and about 25 inches. This puts him up around the 80-90th percentile for each. While it is nice to know that he won't be baby sized forever, it is a bit of a pain because outfits that included pants one week are suddenly thigh hugging shorts the next week.



On Sleep:
One piece of parenting that people always ask you about is sleep. "How are you sleeping?" "Getting much sleep?" "You look like a dog turd, go back to bed." Are all common questions/ statements I hear these days. Maybe not the last one, but you get the idea. Well I am proud to say I have developed highly evolved dad ears. These ears allow me to sleep right through any noises/feedings/cries Ian may make in a night. Elizabeth on the other hand has evolved the much kinder "Mommy Ears" that actually wake her up about 30 seconds BEFORE Ian himself knows he's awake. I guess it makes sense since she has the goods, but I'll be the first to admit it isn't all that fair. My main contribution to the long nights are technical support, by getting movies/tv shows on Elizabeth's ipod for 1 hour plus 3 AM feedings.



On Fantasy Baby:
Continuing the thread of sleep, I must mention Ian's latest accomplishment. After an uncharacteristically bad night at a local restaurant post ultimate frisbee, we were already exhausted when we pulled in to the house at 10PM, and Elizabeth in particular was dreading the night. No need to fear, fantasy baby is here. Ian fell asleep on the car ride home, then continued to sleep for a new record of 7+ hours! Go Ian! It must have been the excitement from being sooooo close to flipping from his back to his front when we laid him down naked on the porch yesterday (video below shows evidence of how close he got)! He got on to his side about 4 times in row, but his arm kept getting in the way (Warning inappropriate baby parts below). Actually, if you don't want to watch the whole thing you basically get the idea in the first 10 seconds. The rest is really just more of the same. I think it is great, but hey he is my kid. I could see how others may not want to watch 3 minutes of a baby laying on his side.



On Alopecia and evolution:
Unfortunately I must put a sad note in this entry. Ian has alopecia. Yes it is true, he is going bald slowly but surely. It doesn't help that he has inherited my tendency to play with his hair. Each morning we find more of it in his crib. Even his furry little back that was going to drive all the ladies crazy someday is slowly being cropped clean as a whistle. His head hair will grow back in a few months, probably along with other unnecessary baby attachments such as teeth and fine motor control, but for the time being it looks more and more like Ian has evolved from a goofy aquatic monkey rather than a noble grassland one:



On Big Chunks of Plastic and dancing:
We scored Ian an exersaucer at a garage sale last weekend because he wanted it. Yes we are pushovers. Ian can not talk, doesn't really want things beyond milk and sleep. But.... he smiled when we stuck him in it so we were sold. Plus you can't put a price on this (I'm not sure who is having more fun):



That is all for now. Let's hope for another 7 hours tonight!

A post celebrating the day after the day before yesterday

Okay, so every time I log on here I am massively depressed by my broken promises of a soon to appear blog post. I realize I have broken a sacred covenant with my faithful readers, all 4 of you (thanks Mom, Dad, Elizabeth, and Ian). Hmm, come to think of it if I manage to continue to reproduce at the rate of the last month I could double my readership in no time. Haha! Google ad dollars here I come!

I digress. In honor of Father's Day I have come up with my top ten things I have learned about being a Dad:


10.) Blowing on baby face is both funny and cruel. When Ian really gets worked up he tends to go on breathing strikes. To "help" him out we blow on his face. This really pisses him off, but he starts quits his breathing strike. It also gives him a funny face that makes me laugh. Are we bad parents for this? Probably. Schadenfreude.




9.) Baby knows cause and effect. I scream you serve me. You hold out my food and try to make me laugh instead with you stoopid faces, I scream louder, This is the new world order.


8.) Babies have powerful kicking legs from continually kicking Mom in the womb, but spindly, slightly structurally unsound arms (we have started to remedy this through a strict diet and exercise program).






7.) Babies can sleep anywhere, can sleep through anything (except fire trucks), and look absurdly cute doing it, but... See next entry...




6.) ...the trick is getting them to sleep. I have become convinced that any attempt to reduce CO2 emissions and save the world by driving less will be doomed to failure by sleep deprived parents who have found that sometimes a drive is the only way to get baby to sleep (massively overlong sentence). Like a good 1st world citizen, Ian loves the consumption of fossil fuels.




5.) When Ian smiles it is amazing. What comes next is not. Until recently smiling meant one of two things: a.) barf b.) poop. It is amazing how much attention is given to baby excrement. Actually, when you think about it it makes perfect sense. As much as we try to make Ian use his words, he isn't an excellent communicator so the only way we know if all is good on the inside is what comes out the orifices.




4.) Ian loves to be naked. Ian loves to pee when he is naked. Also, the following is no longer a joke:






3.) Everyone is happier when the parents get to do their things as well. Having a baby doesn't really mean the end of everything you enjoy. Actually Ian gets a little bored being in the house all the time. We take Ian all over and he seems to at least humor us with cooperating. He has become a de facto mascot for the ultimate frisbee team (Unfortunately Elizabeth overruled my naming him Prince Adam). Plus he gets to meet all kinds of interesting people like Tom Hanks(the dog).




2.) Mommy is awesome. This is a public service announcement. Be nice to your mothers. They carried you around for nine months, then push you out a very small hole. How do you repay this? By not letting her sleep for more than 3 hours at a stretch, smiling while you barf up the milk she made you (usually back on her), then for good measure drop a turd on her at 4 in the morning. I don't know how she does it. And yes I do have one more video of our new mom dancing to New Kids on the Block 1 hour before going to deliver Ian. However, I am holding it out as a future bargaining chip:)




1.) Babies are awesome dudical.


And one more thing...

For all of those of you out there wondering the correct answer to the sex poll of boy, girl, or cylon. After a month of in-home observation, it has become clear that Ian is a baby cylon. See pic below.