This weekend Rich and I did what until now seemed impossible: we returned to normal life...at least we dipped our toes. We took Declan to his first KU football tailgate. Last year, we only went to one, which ended in fighting and fatigue. Pregnancy and the heat, beer, and walking that encompass the tailgating experience didn't go together well for me. Without beer, tailgating is really just standing around in a parking lot. But, this year, the beer was back and it was magically fun again.
Declan was a champ. He rode around in his new stroller, fell asleep, and let all sorts of random people hold him. I guess he hasn't hit the stranger danger phase yet. He wore his little Jayhawk polo and all the hustle and bustle seemed to make a calm observer out of our normally demanding little one. Plus, all the new foods we've given Declan have made him much more happy to take a bottle of formula, so I didn't have to worry about finding a place to nurse in all the craziness. Rich just shook up the bottle, and Declan took it with no problem. Touchdown Corcorans!
When I say we dipped our toes, it's because instead of the marathon we used to pull out for a tailgating day, Rich and I were limited, and happily so, to about three hours. It was a jam-packed three hours though, and the Corcorans were tired. So tired, in fact, that we spent all of Sunday resting and hanging out around the house. I had three whole drinks during that monumental three hours, and I was just as hung over as if I'd spent the night partying back in the old days. When I say the old days, I mean any time before last July when I found out I was pregnant.
Even though the tailgate was the most fun first of the weekend, it wasn't the only one. Yet another disadvantage to having a huge baby is that he grows out of everything fast. This weekend, Rich and I had to give up the infant car seat. This means no more seat for him in the shopping cart, at restaurants, and our snap n' go is no longer in service. He does look cute (and much more comfortable) in his "big boy" seat, and it's always fun to put the new things you've bought into use.
Declan's also discovered the remote and the computer keys. He loves to bang away at them, especially when I'm writing email or IMing. He's really into what Rich and I are doing. He'll make chewing motions while he watches us eat, and he loves to "type" while I'm on the computer. He's slowly figuring out how to get to that toy he wants, but in the meantime I'm now essential for all of his playtime.
He's also discovered J.J. and Scooter watches with fascination as they move in and out of his view. He really likes all animals, but like most babies, is probably not ready to be that close yet. For example, Declan seized Rich's brother's puppy, who is a good two pounds, and, death grip extended, lifted her off the ground like she was one of his toys. That little dog didn't utter a peep. She's probably used to that manhandling from her mother. If it weren't for the panic in Scott's eyes, we probably wouldn't have noticed either.
We're also in the midst of some wicked teething. He'd like to have his pacifier cemented to his mouth and fusses amost immediately when he doesn't have something to soothe him. In fact, as I type this, Declan is demanding something to chew.
And he's just itching to be mobile. I think I have some running in my future. Wish me luck!
Declan was a champ. He rode around in his new stroller, fell asleep, and let all sorts of random people hold him. I guess he hasn't hit the stranger danger phase yet. He wore his little Jayhawk polo and all the hustle and bustle seemed to make a calm observer out of our normally demanding little one. Plus, all the new foods we've given Declan have made him much more happy to take a bottle of formula, so I didn't have to worry about finding a place to nurse in all the craziness. Rich just shook up the bottle, and Declan took it with no problem. Touchdown Corcorans!
When I say we dipped our toes, it's because instead of the marathon we used to pull out for a tailgating day, Rich and I were limited, and happily so, to about three hours. It was a jam-packed three hours though, and the Corcorans were tired. So tired, in fact, that we spent all of Sunday resting and hanging out around the house. I had three whole drinks during that monumental three hours, and I was just as hung over as if I'd spent the night partying back in the old days. When I say the old days, I mean any time before last July when I found out I was pregnant.
Even though the tailgate was the most fun first of the weekend, it wasn't the only one. Yet another disadvantage to having a huge baby is that he grows out of everything fast. This weekend, Rich and I had to give up the infant car seat. This means no more seat for him in the shopping cart, at restaurants, and our snap n' go is no longer in service. He does look cute (and much more comfortable) in his "big boy" seat, and it's always fun to put the new things you've bought into use.
Declan's also discovered the remote and the computer keys. He loves to bang away at them, especially when I'm writing email or IMing. He's really into what Rich and I are doing. He'll make chewing motions while he watches us eat, and he loves to "type" while I'm on the computer. He's slowly figuring out how to get to that toy he wants, but in the meantime I'm now essential for all of his playtime.
He's also discovered J.J. and Scooter watches with fascination as they move in and out of his view. He really likes all animals, but like most babies, is probably not ready to be that close yet. For example, Declan seized Rich's brother's puppy, who is a good two pounds, and, death grip extended, lifted her off the ground like she was one of his toys. That little dog didn't utter a peep. She's probably used to that manhandling from her mother. If it weren't for the panic in Scott's eyes, we probably wouldn't have noticed either.
We're also in the midst of some wicked teething. He'd like to have his pacifier cemented to his mouth and fusses amost immediately when he doesn't have something to soothe him. In fact, as I type this, Declan is demanding something to chew.
And he's just itching to be mobile. I think I have some running in my future. Wish me luck!
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