Tristan is pseudo-napping on the couch, while I sit on the floor next to him and pump. He’s sort of sleepy, but he’s not staying asleep. He wakes up and fusses if he drops the pacifier, which he rarely keeps in his mouth when he’s actually asleep. Normally he’d have woken up or passed out by now instead of going in and out of sleep. I’m anxiously awaiting the time when he can pick up his own damn pacifier!

Last night he managed to spit up on two of my shirts in a row. He’s sort of a cluster-spitter.. he’ll go for a while without any incidence of spitting up, and then about four feedings in a row will turn him into the human fountain. Not much we do seems to affect this – whether or not we burp him, feed him a certain amount or not, incline him or not, etc. However, he did get my hair straight out of the damn shower. Punk!

John McCain was giving his concession speech and Tristan busted out screaming for no apparent reason, other than he had to listen to McCain’s voice (since Tristan had no idea why the man was speaking, after all). We’re glad he agrees with us politically! We didn’t want to listen to McCain speak anymore, either.

What we’ve noticed about Tristan lately:
– he almost has the holding his head up thing mastered when in a sitting position
– he can lift his head so he’s staring straight ahead while on his tummy
– he’s started babbling a whole lot this past week or so
– he’s learning to burp himself by rocking himself back and forth
– he really likes being propped in a sitting position
– he really likes being changed unless it’s time for a feeding
– we can reliably make him giggle unless it’s time for a feeding

So, Kirin was sitting at the computer desk this afternoon, eating some chicken soup (surprise surprise!).   I’d just changed Tristan, and he seemed to be curious about what was going on over there – so I carried him over to say “hi”.  Of course, as I get near, Tristan cleverly decides that he needs to puke a bit, and sprays her and the chair she’s sitting in down.  Way #37 that you know you’re getting used to having a kid:  I wiped her & the chair down with a burp cloth, and she went back to eating her soup as if nothing happened.

I think Tristan’s just jealous because he still only gets milk.   Or perhaps he’s protesting the salt content, one of the two.

In 4-6 weeks, we will be able to go visit Canada or Mexico.. or anywhere else, really. We applied for Tristan’s passport today. That meant dragging our asses out of bed far earlier than we wanted to (read: 9am for James and Tristan and 10am for me, since it was my “night” off from overnight baby care).

We found the post office without any problem, thankfully, since hours are quite limited on Saturdays. If both parents aren’t present, there needs to be some sort of notarized affidavit from the other parent, so we figured it would be best to just both go – and that meant that Saturday would be the best day. This is about the second rainy day since the weather summerized this year, and we played “rush the baby out of the rain” while transfering from the car to the building. Upon getting inside, we saw signs that proclaimed a change in passport acceptance hours as of the middle of October sometime – and Saturdays were not on that sign. We almost turned around, cursing, and left, but then we decided to go into the main post office and ask what the hell was up with that. A gentleman and a kid were in line in front of us with passport forms, and the lady behind the counter did not tell them to go fuck off, so we knew we were in luck!

The guy in front of us had apparently not properly filled out his forms, so we were scooted to the front of the line. We had to get Tristan’s picture taken, so we were ushered off to a room on the side where they have the camera. In order to take an infant’s passport picture, a white towel is put down in the carrier as a backdrop. Tristan performed well for the camera, managed to focus on it and get a nice eye-contacty picture. I think we take cuter pictures of him at home but the picture wasn’t bad at all – he is more photogenic than his parents, for sure. Anyway, once the photo was taken and we got the towel out from underneath him, we put him back and he spit up all over the place. Thankfully, we know better and we carry burp cloths with us!

After the photo process was done, we went back into the post office main area, presented the forms and our passports to prove who we all were, and paid too much money. It’ll be worth it if we ever need them, though. I am really glad this got done – I tend to like having identification and paperwork all in order. And Tristan doesn’t have a FOID to whip out at the Canadian border, so his passport will have to do.

Added new 2 – 3 Month pictures.

This nap that Tristan’s currently taking is his first actually in his crib! Let’s hope this trend continues.

We’ve been trying to get him used to it, so we can actually have him sleep in his own room come time (and so we can put him somewhere that doesn’t require constant supervision). But until this nap, he’d become overstimulated and start flailing his arms and legs (developing puntypaws!) and then eventually become agitated and start screaming. We have/had a mobile hanging that was removed by James last night in an effort to discourage said overstimulation, but it seems that Tristan is also interested in the camera mounted above the crib, which I am watching him on from downstairs. In any event, I hope he’s just been nervous about the new, scary crib and will be willing to sleep in it in the future. I’m really pleased that he’s doing so, especially after how the night went last night – it took me three tries to get him to sleep in his bassinet, which meant it was near or after 4am before I got to sleep. Silly baby!

Added a metric assload of new 1 – 2 Month pictures.

Fixed monthly archives so that these update posts don’t show in the main journal.

Today was Tristan’s second “well baby” visit to the doctor. It was fairly uneventful – he didn’t even crap up his diaper in the exam room! I’ve updated the “About” page with his current and not as current measurements, if you’re curious. Anyway, the doctor proclaimed him normal but huge and checked his oxygen saturation after seeing bluish discoloration on his face surrounding his mouth. All was well, thankfully.

We went next door for his vaccinations and he took them like a trooper. Of course, he was fairly pissed off about the three shots in the leg, and he’s been kind of fussy all evening. Tristan is now familiar with infant Tylenol! I think 2 months is a little bit young to put a little baby through all of that, especially since for the next 4 days he’s going to be a bit feverish, but the things we do for our kids so they don’t end up with shit that will kill or paralyze them..