This blog is about the young life of Ian as told by his mother.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

I give up.

I want this baby back. The one that sleeps. Seriously, I can't believe I ever used wake him up when he was first born, now the kid WILL NOT SLEEP. I feel like I spend all day trying to get him to nap. Anyone have any advice here? I guess we will go on a car ride to Dunkin Donuts now so mommy can get some coffee. Mommy needs a nap. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Feeling Crabby? Part Duex.

Today was just one of those days. Mr. Crabby would not nap to save his life. The Kish household is a disaster area. I had to resort to wearing him in the Bjorn to do even the most basic things (make bottles, feed bunny, etc.). Now it's 5:43. What is Mr. Crabby doing? Sleeping in his bouncy chair, of course. You know what? I'm too tired to care.

P.S. - Could he look more pathetic? :) Posted by Picasa

Monday, May 29, 2006


"What, you want me to do something during tummy time?"

"What do you mean licking the blanket doesn't count?"

Ian said that. Posted by Picasa

Feeling Crabby?

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Sunday, May 28, 2006

To Grandmother's House We Go

Ian had his first sleepover last night. From what I can tell, it went well, and everyone emerged unscathed. While I enjoyed every child-free minute, I really did miss him. I missed not sneaking in his room and looking at him sleeping before I went to bed. I missed his smile when I get him out of the crib in the morning. I missed his sounds and his faces. That is something about motherhood that I never expected. I guess he must have missed me too, because for the first time in his life he was happier to have me holding him then he was to go in his swing or his bouncy. I have to admit, that was kind of nice.

P.S. - The full night's sleep was insanely good.
P.P.S. - I have the best parents ever. :) Posted by Picasa

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Why Don't These People Ever Feed Me?

Apparently he's so hungry he has to eat his hands. Posted by Picasa

Ian Update

Well, Ian is ten weeks old. Who would have thought that we would make it this far. The boy is growing like a weed, and was 12.5 pounds at his last dr. appointment. He eats like a horse, downing 5-6oz every three hours or so, and he almost sleeps through the night. He prefers sitting up on your lap to lieing down and can even stand for a few seconds on his little legs. He screams bloody murder during "tummy time" and does not enjoy napping. While we still call him Sponge Bob Cranky Pants, he has some chunks of time where he is happy and a joy to be with. My little booger has even figured out that he can bounce himself by kicking his legs in the bouncy chair (although he still prefers to give mom's foot a workout). Tonight he's having his first sleepover at his grandparents. Hopefully, he'll be invited back! Posted by Picasa

Da Bears

Of all the toys we have, Ian was bound to enjoy his bears the most. Why you ask? Because this mobile unlike the others we have, requires a person (his mother mostly) to stand there and turn the bears by hand. And turn them. And turn them. I think those bears are laughing at us. :) Posted by Picasa

Word Up, Part Duex

Here's another picture of Ian practicing for his rap career. I believe he is thinking, "Mad props to my mother. Peace out." Posted by Picasa

Bath Time!

Here's Ian looking quite cute in his puppy dog robe (thanks Annee!). Posted by Picasa

Monday, May 22, 2006

Who said you could get so big?

This is Ian on the first day he was born. He looks totally different now (except he still has all that hair). He can stay awake for long periods of time (to long sometimes), he smiles when you walk in the room, he makes noises at things he likes and does not like, and he can even play a game. The game is that when you stick your tounge out, he sticks his out too. It's amazing the amount of changes that he has made in just 10 weeks. All I want to know is who told him he could grow up so fast? Posted by Picasa

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Naked Baby

Ian's favorite time of day - the time right before his bath when he gets to lie naked and stare at the light. Posted by Picasa

Ian's Best Friends

Sure, Ian loves his mom and dad. He even likes his grandmother, grandfather, and Aunt Melissa, but I think Ian has a few friends he likes even better. These friends get some of the best smiles and coos, and can hold his attention for a long period of time (you know, like 5 minutes). Ian's best friends are the star on his Baby Einstein Gym, the fish on his swing and the chandelier in our dining room. Really, who can compete with that. Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, May 17, 2006


Could he be anymore like his father? Posted by Picasa

Word Up

Ian says, "Word to your mother." He's practicing his gang signs for when he gets to high school. Posted by Picasa

8 Weeks Old

Here's Ian at 8 weeks old. He's wearing BabyGap and is way more stylish than anyone else in his family. :) Posted by Picasa

They said the "C" word

That's right. The doctor said the dreaded C word. That would be colic. I've been in denial about it for quite some time. He's cranky, he's tired, he needs to poop, etc. etc. I kept thinking tomorrow would be a better day; but somehow it wasn't. So my poor little guy has colic, reflux, and constipation issues. Sheesh. What a way to enter the world.

So in order to combat this problem, I promptly did what I do best. Bought a book. I'm reading it now and it's called Your Fussy Baby. We'll see if it changes our lives, or if I wasted yet another $12.50.