That’s Newport Livin’

The following events transpired over three days: August 3rd-5th… 

I need a vacation from our vacation. Don’t get me wrong getting away from the office and yard work even for a few days is great and all… It just might be more tiring than sitting in the office and doing yard work! (This was Jackson’s first time away since he started walking.)
Maybe we’re just the worst vacation parents ever, but bringing a one yet old to the beach is a nightmare. Honestly I don’t even feel bad for us, although my one beach day this year consisted of screaming at a tent that seemingly would give Bear Grylls fits and wiping sand out of every crevasse on this poor kids body). Those things I can deal with, a few deep breathes and a few IPAs make things a bit easier.

The kid hung tough though. He was a trooper… He definitely enjoyed the $17 chicken fingers and $9 water. He did not enjoy walking on sand that was hotter than walking on the surface of the sun. We made it through about two seagull attacks before calling it quits. I don’t think had ever been more excited to see his car seat.

I think we realized how really lucky we’ve been over the past 15 months (obviously because we have a healthy, happy baby) also because he’s been on a regular schedule and has been a great sleeper. We learned how a major change in schedule and being away from his own room and crib can effect a one year old… Because this kid literally went two days without sleeping!
That first night was something out of a Wes Craven movie. The screams muted the sounds of the ocean and tears washed away any hopes we had of getting any sleep. I think we handled it well and finally gave in about 2am, putting him in bed between us.

Aside: putting a child in bed with you is worse than anything I’ve heard… Not because “they get used to it and then become reliant on having parents in bed with him,” but because being in bed with parents = Amusement Park. I can’t believe how much energy a child can have at 2am. Where he called the power to complete hundreds of barrel rolls is beyond me. I think we fell asleep at 4:30- Steph on the bottom of the bed and me diagonally with my legs hanging off. 

You would think the next day he would be miserable right? Nope… Ball of energy… We walked the perimeter of the hotel what seemed like 12 times and he spent the rest of the morning and afternoon in the pool. Great thing about a baby with no sleep + sun + three hours of swimming = NAP.
THE FOLLOWING CONVERSATION TAKES PLACE IN REAL TIME:

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He woke up at like 1:45 and started bugging out. So I picked him up and he passed out in the bed on me. I couldn’t move. I tried everything to get out. I considered gnawing my own arm off… But in the end I was finally able to wiggle free and at least move freely in my own room while the little man finally caught some Zzzzzs.

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He met his first vacation girlfriend… Monica… although it was tough he had to end it before we left… Long distance relationships are just to tough when you can’t even ride a tricycle to see each other!

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Overall, three days was just the right amount of time to get away.  Until next time, That’s Newport Living!

For in Dreams…

 Snuck in to say good night… He’s all curled up tight, clutching his #blanky with his #CornishPixie napping by his side! #HarryPotter


“For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let him swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.”   -Dumbledore

Little Tarzan

I remember when we went to baby class before the little man was born.  I remember learning how to swaddle and change a diaper; I remember learning how to give him a bath, but I do not in any way remember them telling us anything about him climbing out of his crib.

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Walking into his room and seeing this is like 50% scary and 50% funny as hell.  (Actually it’s more like 30 – 70).  Getting this little goober to go to sleep now just became infinitely harder.  Now he sits up plans exactly how he’s going to get mom and dad to come running into the room.  He’s playing us like a fiddle.  Climb up, cry a little, stare into the monitor and wait.  He knows it, we know it… we’re going to come and make sure he doesn’t take a swan dive onto mommy’s chevron carpet.

He loves the attention.  He loves that when he stands up he gets uber attention (not to mention the fact that we laugh and whip out our cameras.  I talked to my mom tonight and she said I used to do the same thing.  She says I need to just let him do his thing and eventually he’ll get tired of climbing up and standing.  I guess she’s right.

Here’s to another long night!

#NapTimeFail

I am a not good at this whole nap thing.  Its been eight months and I still can’t get him to fall asleep.  Grammy can get him to fall asleep during an earthquake.  I can’t get him to fall asleep wrapped up in a swaddle, in the dark, when he is exhausted.  I feel like this is getting harder.  I don’t know how to tell when he is supposed to sleep and I sure as hell don’t know how to get him to go to sleep.

Nap time in this house is more like playtime and I just don’t get it.  I don’t understand why Jax won’t nap… All I want to do is nap these cold winter days.  I don’t think I take enough naps.  I wish my life still involved naps and watching movies all day with blankets covering the window.

I know you guys, especially you new parents, feel my pain.  I get home after the gym on a Saturday morning and I know there is 40,000 things I need to do around the house.  Nap time is what I wish for when it’s time to get home and start doing stuff.  Screw mopping the floors or picking up doggie dookie on the front lawn, I’d rather lay in bed all day and watch every Rocky movie in succession on TBS except for Rocky V, (I think I’ve seen this movie maybe once all the way threw it was so bad.)

Where does this kid get this from?  Why won’t he nap?  Why won’t he snuggle up next to the fireplace with his dad in a blanket fort and sleep our troubles away for the afternoon.  Nope he wants to do stuff, play with my face and look outside at stuff.

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Guess Ill have to nap on my own time.

Random 3AM Dad Thoughts

No crying baby… No barking dogs… No fireworks… And I’m wide awake.

Tonight’s brain wave activity is at an AllTime high.

Thoughts over the last 45 minutes:

-I’m in the mood to floss my teeth
-Why can’t I get this one booger out of my nose
-how old will I be when Jax has kids
-is it still snowing
-why did I have that last glass of red wine
-how do you get a verified twitter account
-I know that booger is in there somewhere, I can feel it move every time I breathe
-can dogs floss their teeth
-is Steve Martin still alive
-should I build a basketball court in the backyard
-the damn pine trees I planted in August are sagging again
-is it too early for coffee
-I need a tissue
-what’s for breakfast
-I need to pee again
-I want a blog follower from Italy
-I wonder if my college track & field “speed suit” uniform still fits
-I miss hurdling
-will Jax play baseball or run track
-Am I at the age where I should start wearing a robe more often
-does the aluminum foil hat Mel Gibson wears in signs really work
-where did that booger go
-Why am I awake………………….

PS: I did look good in that speed suit!

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December 24th: Time to Start Xmas Shopping

Anyone who believes that men are equal to women have clearly never seen a man wrap a Christmas present!

So it’s Christmas Eve… Time to start shopping for everyone’s gifts. Thank The Lord that Santa gets all of Jackson’s gifts because he wanted nothing to do with picking out anything.

Two minutes in:

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Five minutes later:

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Guess I’ll have to go at this alone.

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Sleep Over with Mima and Grandpa Pete 💔

Readers Warning: I’m going to sound like a whiny first time parent.

I Feel horrible, just plain awful… We’re terrible parents… I mean our hearts are literally the same size as the Grinch’s!

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We left our child… Don’t get me wrong…. We didn’t leave the kid in a kennel or anything. He staying with Mima and Grandpa Pete (my parents) but he’s still not with us nonetheless. He legitimately is gone.

The house is quiet, there’s no diapers to be changed, no oatmeal to be made… I’m actually not sure what to do with myself. Mom is already filling the the tub with enough bath salts to turn half the neighborhood into zombies, but I’m pretty sure I just heard her crying a little bit.

So how does this work? How long is a child allowed to sleep over someone else’s house before you actually are bad parents? I had to consult with the social worker at my school to check that it was normal to leave your seven month old for the night. She said it was OK. She also gave me this safe advise: “Kevin’s parents went to France and left him home alone and he turned out fine!” There’s a chance she also thinks there’s something wrong with me considering I went to her and had a serious sit down conversation about this situation. (Then again I’m sure she probably already thinks I’m nuts… So no big deal on hat end!)

I guess I’ll have to do my best to keep busy… Maybe even catch up on some
sle…. 💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤

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A Self-Guided Tour of a Marriage with a Seven Month Old

I’d say this is pretty close to a normal weekday script the last few weeks

MONDAY-

530AM

WIFE: Do you have any plans today, or will you be right home after work?

ME:  No plans, I’ll be home after busses leave.  I’d like to try to get to the gym if I get out early enough.

330PM

ME:  Completely forgot that we have an administrative meeting tonight.  No gym.

WIFE:  So you’re not going to be home on time…?

745PM

ME:  I’m sorry…

WIFE: I’m exhausted I’m go to bed.

 

TUESDAY-

530AM

WIFE: Do you have any plans today, or will you be right home after work?

ME:  No plans, I’ll be home after busses leave.  Definitely going to the gym though after work.

330PM

ME:  Completely forgot that we have open house tonight.  No gym, going to leave right when it’s over.

WIFE:  So you’re not going to be home on time…?

815PM

ME:  I’m exhausted…

WIFE:  YOU!??!!

 

WEDNESDAY-

630AM

ME:  Shit… It’s 630?!  I slept through the alarm?!!

WIFE:  We didn’t set a alarm, we never do.

ME:  Ohhh right, ok no gym.  But definitely going tomorrow.

WIFE: Do you have any plans today, or will you be right home after work?

ME:  No plans, I’ll be home after busses leave.

WIFE:  Open your damn calendar and look at it before you answer me.

ME:  Oops, staff meeting today… Must have missed that.

330PM

WIFE:  Don’t forget I have my holiday party after work today.  I’ll be home around 700

ME:  So you’re not going to be home on time…?

WIFE:  Not funny… joking or not… I’ll end you.

700PM

WIFE: How’d Jax do tonight?

ME:  Great, we played with some of the Christmas decorations, Jax tried to eat one of the ornaments.  You brought me left overs right?

WIFE: And on that note, I’m going to bed

 

THURSDAY-

645AM

WIFE: How long have you been up?

Me:  I don’t even remember.  What time did you go to sleep?

WIFE:  I have no idea.   Are you going to the gym today?

ME:  HAHAHHAHAHHA

500PM

ME and WIFE: What’s for dinner?

ME:  Chinese?  Italian?  Pizza?

Wife: I don’t know?  Just decide by the time I’m done feeding Jax

530PM

WIFE:  Did you decide?

ME: No

545PM

WIFE: Did you decide?

Me: Yea, peanut butter and jelly

 

FRIDAY-

630AM

WIFE: Are you still sleeping

ME: Yup, I’m quitting the gym

1200PM

ME: Hey, what’s the plan for dinner?

WIFE: Peanut butter and jelly?

ME: Perfect!

500PM

ME: I feel like we’ve gotten a lot accomplished this week…

WIFE: I know… I say we just put on PJs and watch a movie.

515PM:

ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

 

 

 

 

Parents on Tuesday

What do you do when you get home from work at 8:00 and your son is already in bed? Well, besides sneaking into his room to give him a quick kiss and to tell him you love him… Apparently you create photo gifts no one wants!

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And when all else fails you go to bed… FaceTime quote of the night: “Crap you guys are parents… In bed at 8:30?!!!  SMH!” -Vic

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Five Minutes

Let me set the scene:  It’s 3:23AM

How do you know how long 5 minutes has been when you keep forgetting to check the clock to see what time you put the baby back down after rocking him because he was screaming ?

Who came up with the five minute rule anyway? Let them cry for five – ten minutes before going to rock them again? OK… I guess we’ll try anything at this point.