My friend from school, Sharmin, asked me to take photos of her and her mother, Pinkie, when she was in town yesterday. They only see each other a couple times a year, and most of their photos from growing up were ruined in a house fire several years ago. Sharmin wanted to rebuild the collection of photos of them together, and I was excited to help! It was about 4 hours of lurking around the Galleria (these two are power shoppers) area and being silly. The two of them are very close, and let's just say the designer-apple didn't fall far from the designer-tree.
I had so much fun, and I will say it a thousand times, but if I had talent, I would be all over being a photographer. It's such a satisfying job. Top Ten Dream Jobs. Dream being the operative word. A short slideshow with some of my favorite shots:
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Lilly Giveth, and Lilly Taketh Away
Lilly started regularly sleeping through the night around 2 months of age.
[Ducking, afraid of being stoned to death.]
That wasn't just 6 hours, that was an uninterrupted 8-10 hours of blissful rest. I know that is pretty great and amazing, and we should thank our lucky stars for any nights like that. I realize we are lucky parents, for many reasons, not just the number of consecutive hours our baby sleeps. It's a touchy subject for parents, just like developmental milestones, breastfeeding, solid foods and vaccinations. The SLEEP question.
A couple weeks ago, Lilly started waking up regularly, around 2am, and then again around 5am. I know she is probably having a growth spurt, because the girl is insatiable. I could feed her nonstop and she would keep at it. Usually she just wakes up, demands! milk! now!, I give her food and she falls right back asleep. The past couple nights she has tried a new stunt. One where she doesn't want to go back to sleep, she wants to be held and play and kick and smile. This is cute and all, but we don't exactly want to encourage her to stay up and play at night. Let's save that behavior for her teen years and drunken college days.
So last night, she actually slept until 4am, and then ate, fell asleep, and as soon as her head sensed the nearness of her mattress, her eyes popped open, like WAIT! I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING! CHEATER! I patted her, kissed her and left her in the bed, hoping she would put herself to sleep (occasionally, she does this). No luck. Andrew gets up to try to put her to sleep. He rocks her, she falls asleep in his arms, puts her down and POP! The eyes go open. Twice he tries this. The second time he walks away. We lay in bed listening to her whining starting to escalate. When she starts crying, I start to get out of bed and Andrew stops me, he's tired and frustrated, and no joke says, "No, she has to learn sleep, we are going to Ferber her ass."
Lovely.
I guess this is what they mean about not treating your 4-month old like a newborn, right?
I did go to her after 10 torturous minutes of crying, but I didn't pick her up. I patted her and rubbed her belly, and then flipped her over on her stomach (HEATHEN!) and patted her tooshy before she finally drifted off.
I think we have a rough patch ahead of us.
I'll be the one with enough baggage under my eyes, I would get charged the overage fee by Continental. Again.
[Ducking, afraid of being stoned to death.]
That wasn't just 6 hours, that was an uninterrupted 8-10 hours of blissful rest. I know that is pretty great and amazing, and we should thank our lucky stars for any nights like that. I realize we are lucky parents, for many reasons, not just the number of consecutive hours our baby sleeps. It's a touchy subject for parents, just like developmental milestones, breastfeeding, solid foods and vaccinations. The SLEEP question.
A couple weeks ago, Lilly started waking up regularly, around 2am, and then again around 5am. I know she is probably having a growth spurt, because the girl is insatiable. I could feed her nonstop and she would keep at it. Usually she just wakes up, demands! milk! now!, I give her food and she falls right back asleep. The past couple nights she has tried a new stunt. One where she doesn't want to go back to sleep, she wants to be held and play and kick and smile. This is cute and all, but we don't exactly want to encourage her to stay up and play at night. Let's save that behavior for her teen years and drunken college days.
So last night, she actually slept until 4am, and then ate, fell asleep, and as soon as her head sensed the nearness of her mattress, her eyes popped open, like WAIT! I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING! CHEATER! I patted her, kissed her and left her in the bed, hoping she would put herself to sleep (occasionally, she does this). No luck. Andrew gets up to try to put her to sleep. He rocks her, she falls asleep in his arms, puts her down and POP! The eyes go open. Twice he tries this. The second time he walks away. We lay in bed listening to her whining starting to escalate. When she starts crying, I start to get out of bed and Andrew stops me, he's tired and frustrated, and no joke says, "No, she has to learn sleep, we are going to Ferber her ass."
Lovely.
I guess this is what they mean about not treating your 4-month old like a newborn, right?
I did go to her after 10 torturous minutes of crying, but I didn't pick her up. I patted her and rubbed her belly, and then flipped her over on her stomach (HEATHEN!) and patted her tooshy before she finally drifted off.
I think we have a rough patch ahead of us.
I'll be the one with enough baggage under my eyes, I would get charged the overage fee by Continental. Again.
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