Couch Potato

Bryce's new thing is watching TV. Like father, like son, I guess. When he gets tired of tummy time and Baby E (that's Baby Einstein), we watch TV together. Last weekend, he and I cuddled on the couch to watch some Austin Powers. I know, probably not the most educational show for the 3 month old, but funny none the less. He does watch Sesame Street at Nana's house, though.

Bumbo seat and cute pictures

Here's something I've been wondering about.... what happens when your child outgrows the Bumbo seat (his thighs get stuck - you pick him up and the whole seat comes with him!), but he can't sit up yet? I guess he'll have to be propped up in the Boppy pillow. Good thing that is expandable!!

Here's a couple of cute recent pictures. He only wore the sunglasses for a few minutes, but gosh, he was cute in them!!

Tivo should be online

You know what I wish? That I could program my Tivo from my computer. I always think of shows I want to see when I'm away from home. Then when I get home, my mind is blank. I wish I could login to my Tivo from any internet location and tell it to record.

I thought of this because one of my friends is going to see the Oprah show tomorrow! I want to Tivo it so I can see her on TV, but I know I will forget to set it up tonight.

I'm sure there's some way you can setup your Tivo to work this way... but I have no idea how.

Common Boat Ramp Courtesy

Yesterday was a frustrating day at the lake. Please indulge me this tirade...

It seemed like a normal day at the lake, until we had to pull the boat out of the water. I dropped Alex off at the marina to get the truck, and I pulled the boat around to the boat ramp. These are our normal duties, and we are both quick and efficient. However, it seems we were unaware it was Idiot Day at Lake Grapevine.

• There was a small fishing boat, family of 4, and their 2 golden retrievers parked on the side of the ramp. (Mind you, only 1 boat can be launched at a time right now because of the flooding, so it's a tight squeeze to begin with.) The dogs were playing fetch in the water, so the trucks, trailers and boats all had to dodge them.
• After several sucessful boat launches, a white Expedition backs down the ramp. No boat headed over to it. After 5 minutes, the Expedition is still sitting there, waiting for its boat. I noticed the bumpers on the trailer defined it as belonging to a Ski Nautique boat. I look around me (as I am endlessly circling waiting for Alex's turn on the ramp and baking in the sun), and there is no Nautique boat among the 5 that were patiently waiting for their trailer. Another 5 minutes go by, and I finally see the Nautique rounding the corner. I am close to them on my 50th lap around the marina and ask "Are you waiting for a white Expedition?" "Why, yes" she answered, like I was psychic or something. I replied "He's been waiting for you on the ramp for 10 minutes!" Apparently she had gone out for one last little spin after she dropped him off to get the truck. (More on women boaters in a moment.)
• At long last, Alex backed down the trailer. I pulled the boat on, he latched it, and we were out. Total elapsed time: 4 minutes, tops. I even got an attaboy from the fishing family: "I give you a 10 for boat parking!" I replied, "Yeah, I don't see how it's that hard."

Finally, women boaters... this scenario did not occur yesterday; however, I've seen it enough times that I feel compelled to include it today. For some reason, a large proportion of women feel that they cannot drive a boat. In fact, they do nothing with the boat but ride beside their husbands. I understand there are women who feel their sole responsibility is to be Arm Candy. So, it's to the husbands that I say "Do not buy a boat then!" What happens is this.... the husband pulls the boat up to the boat ramp, and jumps out to get the car. The child of said Arm Candy then has the responsibility of standing in the water to hold the boat until Daddy comes down with the trailer, thus taking up an entire lane of the boat ramp. (You can see this is especially a problem when only 1.5 lanes of the ramp are open to begin with.) After Daddy brings down the trailer, he then gets back in the boat, drives it onto the trailer, gets out, hooks it up, etc etc etc. before finally pulling the boat out of the water. All the while, the Arm Candy wife works on her tan, oblivious to the other 10 boats trying to also get out of the water in a timely fashion.

Men: Either teach your wife to drive the boat, or don't buy one.

Arm Candy: You are giving women a bad name. We can drive boats, too. In fact, we can drive them very well with a little practice. This is not one of those soley Y chromosome things, such as mowing the lawn. ;)

First Haircut!

Yes, another post that pertains to Bryce's hair.

He had his first haircut on Saturday... at 12 weeks old! Just trimmed up his bangs, over his ears, and in the back. Then Daddy decided that she didn't take enough off, so he got out the clippers when we got home to take off a little more! Adorable.

Bad Mom Day #1

Yesterday was my first day as a bad mother. I'm sure there will be many more to come, but here's a recap of yesterday's bad mom activities....

• While clipping Bryce's nails, I cut his finger. It didn't appear to hurt him, but it wouldn't stop bleeding. In fact, I had to change his outfit after his nap because he had little blood spots all over it.
• I dressed him in his "Going to Grandma's" onesie to meet my parents for lunch. I noticed it was a little tight, but didn't realize why until we got there. It was a Newborn size. Meaning for 5-8 pounders. Well, he's about 14 lbs. Poor kid. He just had to suck it in until we got home.
• The bathtub water was a little too warm. He didn't complain at all, but his skin was pink when he got out.

Sorry, little man. I'm doing the best I can. Let's just say that we are growing together. Hopefully by the time you move out in 18 years, I won't still be cutting you with fingernail clippers. :)

Welcome Derek!

Bryce got a new cousin today. Actually, I'm not sure what the techinal term is... it's my husband's cousin's new little boy. (I'm sure this is the situation where you use "twice removed" or something like that? Who knows.) Derek Edward was born this morning at 4:30 am, 6 lb even and 19". Can't wait to meet you!

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

First, I'd like to dedicate this post to Joanna. She was appalled that I had a video camera, but had yet to use it by the time Bryce was 10 weeks old. (How much video can you take of a sleeping baby?!) Well, Jo, here you go. I busted out the ol' video cam at 11 weeks 6 days. And just in time, too, because Bryce rolled over for the first time!!

The day before the Big Roll (yesterday), he looked pretty close to going over. So, I got out the video camera, charged up the batteries, and began reading the instruction manual. This morning, I put him on his blanket for some tummy time, and within 2 minutes, he had rolled over! In fact he did it one more time before I was able to get the video camera rolling. At first I thought it was an accident, but 3 rolls definitely means he knows what he's doing. Enjoy!

Little Man's stats

He's growing like a weed... Actually, I think the saying should be "Growing like a puppy". You know how puppies mature into an adult within the first year of life? I think that's what's going to happen to Bryce.

At birth, he was 6 lbs 13 oz and 19" long. At two weeks, he was 7 lbs 15 oz and 20". At two months, he's a whopping 13 lbs 5 oz and 23". Incredible. He's at the 90th percentile in weight, but only the 50th percentile in height. I guess that makes him a short, fat man. :)

Copycat

Two of my friends have started this blogging thing... as a reader, it's a great way for me to stay in touch with what's going on in their lives. So what the heck? I'm on the bandwagon.

I'm a new working mom with an 11 week old son, Bryce. I've been a consultant for 7 years, which I love. My husband is in sales for a consumer electronics company, which he loves. Now we have a (human) son, that you guessed it, we love. Bryce also has an adorable "big brudder" cocker spaniel named Duncan, whom we also love.

I'll start with an explanation of my blog's title, "Look at that hair!" These are the words that are spoken by everyone who has come in contact with my son. "Look at all that hair!" "Wow, check out his hair!" "I wish I had that much hair!" (spoken by most men, young and old) In fact, I'm not sure that anyone can say they actually know what Bryce's face looks like, because their eyes stop at the hair.

I will say, though, that the hair plays a large part in Bryce's life. Washing it is a big job. Also, we have a "hair drying chair", aka the Bumbo seat. After his bath, Bryce sits in the bumbo seat to have his hair combed and styled. Then he remains in the hair drying chair until his hair is completely dry. This is an essential step, really... otherwise, he'll have a lion's mane within an hour. (I have to admit that the lion's mane is adorable - sometimes I purposely skip the bumbo seat just to see it stick up all over his head!)

One more thing I should explain... I'll be signing all my posts as the "Swedish Nanny". The reason is this... my husband is of Italian descent, which means he has olive skin, dark hair, dark eyes, etc. I, however, am of Scandanavian descent, which means paler skin, green eyes, and blonde hair. When I was pregnant, I would say that the baby had no chance of looking like me at all... those Italian genes are way too strong. That's when my mom said I would look like the baby's Swedish Nanny. (Turns out Bryce does actually look like me feature-wise, but has his dad's coloring. A handsome combination, I might add!)