Screenshot from the app on my camera
Our trusty video baby monitor recently went on the fritz. Of course, it happened in the middle of the night. I woke up to a loud and repeated beeping sound and once I shook off my sleep I realized it was the baby monitor alerting me that the battery was dead. Except, it was plugged in. Uh oh.
I fiddled around with the dang thing for a few minutes and couldn’t get it to hold a charge. So, I snuck into Emmett’s room and rooted around in the dark until I found a sound-only monitor we had been given as …
We had to go on a short road trip recently to Virginia. I wasn’t too worried about it, as we drive back and forth to Florida a couple of times a year, and the kids always do great. Little did I realize how wrong I would be.
See, I forgot the key element of our Florida road trips. We always plan to leave ridiculously early, around 3am, so that the kids will still be exhausted for the drive. We get to Florida at a decent time, and they sleep most of the way. It works out great.
Well, this time, we left at around 3:30 in the afternoon. And there was definitely …
Like most of the other bloggers over here at Cuddlebugs, my little guy is coming up on another birthday. In less than a month we’ll officially have a two-year-old around here. It’s hard to believe.
In an effort to avoid embracing the reality of my little guy turning another year older, I’m going full force into the party planning phase. Last year, we had a mustache bash for Emmett and it was a hit.
This time around we’re doing a sock monkey themed get together. I figured this may be the last year that he doesn’t actually request a particular type of party so I might as well get away with what I can, while I can.
So sock monkeys it is. …
Maybe it’s because he’s a two-year-old now — but my son has suddenly become a magnet for ouchies. He’s never had any shortage of tumbles or face plants before, but somehow, he always was able to avoid actually hurting himself. Now, every time I turn around, he’s got a busted lip, a new bruise, or a scraped knee.
Now, when he runs a little too fast and trips over his feet, he busts his lip. Or he’ll fall while he’s playing outside and end up with a scraped knee… or elbow… or shin… or anything else. He’ll bang his head against something and a shiner will pop up almost immediately. I …
I’ve been drinking a lot of chocolate milk and juice lately, and it’s all Emmett’s fault.
The wee one came down with some respiratory nastiness a couple weeks back that seemed to hang on a little bit too long and eventually added on a low grade fever. So, I schlepped him to the doctor last weekend to get him checked out and make sure there wasn’t anything serious brewing in his little lungs.
The doc wasn’t overly concerned but decided to prescribe an antibiotic to make sure things didn’t continue to worsen. Because Emmett has run the gamut of antibiotics in the last year due to …
I am revisiting something I read about while in the throes of adjusting to a very temperamental, inconsolable infant. I was desperate to know why my baby was so very different than my friend’s babies and wouldn’t let me put her down. She hated my husband, let alone anyone else hoping to give me a break. I used to hide in the shower, I couldn’t hear her screaming in
my husband’s arms when the water was running. The nurses in the NICU used to say “she’s a spunky little thing” or “she’s going to be a handful.” I couldn’t understand how they could possibly see that in a few day …
It’s hard to believe, but Wyatt’s going to be one in about a month. Everyone always tells you that your kids will grow up fast, and you never really believe it, but it’s true.
Part of it is hard to believe because in many ways, it doesn’t feel like Wyatt is one yet. He still seems like he is much younger than he actually is. He can’t sit, he can’t crawl. He babbles a little, but not too much. Developmentally, he’s probably closer to about six months old. That’s right on track for a baby with Down syndrome, so it doesn’t worry me. But it makes it so much more …
The bug’s second birthday is upon us! Such an exciting time. Last year we (the parents) celebrated the feat of surviving the first year with our friends and family on her birthday by having a party at our home. We had obtained a number of new grays, some wrinkles and there was much sleep to catch up on, but we did it! The party was just as much for us as it was for the bug. We came together with our friends and loved ones to gawk at the baby and enjoy the company of people we hadn’t seen since we entered the Year of the High Needs Baby. It was a fantastic time (the party and the year). It …
Usually, Wyatt is happy as long as he’s being held or played with. He really only cries if you put him down, because he wants attention, all the time. It didn’t even matter who it was from — he just wanted to be snuggled and played with. But I noticed that recently, he’s been pretty anti-Mommy… and all about Daddy.
Wyatt seems to be going through a period where, no matter what I do, I can’t make him happy. I hold him, he whines. I try playing with him, he whines. I put him down, he whines. I, apparently, can do no right. But when Daddy takes him? Oh, he’s as …
Normally there is a very good reason for recommendations made by the American Board of Pediatrics and other organizations regarding the health of children. Juice versus water, formula versus breast milk, these are choices parents can make and miniscule issues in the grand scheme of things. The recommendation made by the ABP, are just that, recommendations. Choosing one and not the other, isn’t going to aid in your child’s demise or your failure as a parent. What I cannot understand are important safety issues that clearly are not taken seriously by parents.
Recently, a local woman was charged for the death of her 10 month old that she left unattended in …
