Set the record straight...a great little baby!

Last weekend, my Grandpa said, “We sure love reading your blog. But you are giving Wally Ben a bad rap!” Wally IV said something similar: “People who haven’t met Wally Ben probably picture him with little horns and a pointy red tail!” I figured my Complainy Complainerson writing had gone too far when all the comments on my most recent post were sympathy and poor...


Crying Sucks or, How the Controlled Cry Ruined My Saturday.

I don’t want to bounce this little man forever. For one, Wally IV can’t do the bouncing, as it hurts his back, so I am having to bounce him to nap around 3-5 times a day. At the recommendation of several people who commented on my blog, I decided to figure out how to get Wally Ben to fall asleep on his own. But I didn’t want to start by just letting him cry unless I knew how to...


Update: The daytime nap is on track

After my “On the daytime nap” post I got so much great advice that I got the confidence to figure this nap “issue” out. Or at least to try. My first step was to get him on a better schedule. I had heard of the eat, play, sleep pattern before, and when someone mentioned it as helpful with the post-colicky baby, I decided to commit to it. We actually accidentally fell into a...


My favorite baby items!

When I was pregnant, the most frustrating experience by far was registering. I explained the adventure in detail on my pregnancy blog here. I just had no idea what I would need as a new mom taking care of a new little life! After I posted that blog, I got tons of extremely helpful advice via email or messages from my Facebook friends, and even a few phone calls from people I hadn’t heard...


On the daytime nap

It’s no secret. Wally Ben is not the most peaceful of babies. People I run into ask me, “How’s Wally Ben?” and I want to answer, “Great! He’s amazing! The best-behaved baby on the block! I could write a book on how to have a perfect baby!” But alas, even though I firmly believe in my college English professor’s theory that you should never let the...


Our little lump is becoming less of a lump

Well, we’ve written plenty about Wally Ben and his…ummm…demanding nature (a nicer way to say he’s a little fusspot?). And now that he’s 7 weeks old (wow, already? really?) he is morphing slowly but surely from a little lump of a thing into a human being. The lump stage was fun, and even with all the crying we were madly in love with the little man. But I have a...


Magical tricks to make a fussy baby stop crying

At Thanksgiving, Wally’s Aunt Kim asked the $64,000 question, “So, is he a good baby?” Quickly, a little too quickly, I answered, “Nope.” So sad, but so true. Don’t get me wrong, I love the little bugger. But he’s just a little lump of a thing, and I had always pictured holding the lump, watching him sleep, enjoying him being so darn cute 24/7. The...


My new concept of time

Last weekend Wally III asked, since it had been 2.5 weeks, how was mommyhood matching or blowing away my expectations. It had all been such a whirlwind to that point that I hadn’t actually given it much thought. The good news is, nursing gives me a lot of extended thinking time. When I’m up with Wally V 2 times a night after the 10:30 feeding, usually for 40 minutes at around 2 and...


On being mommy

Well, Wally V is 2 weeks old, and I’m officially on my own during the day. Luckily for Wally IV, we are only a short walk from work, so he gets almost an hour with Wally Ben in the middle of his workday. Lucky for me, too, since I get a short break to shower if I haven’t had the chance yet. Last week with Wally IV home, it was a lot different. Since he only got the one week off, he...


I know why God made babies cute

If there’s one thing I’ve noticed about Wally Ben, it’s that he’s just so darn cute. So cute, you just want to smoosh his little face and give him kisses and stare at him all day. So cute that you want to dress him in every outfit he has and take a million pictures even though all of them look the same when you’re done. So cute that you find yourself doing things for...