On Crying

The sharing of this sad video coincides nicely with the sharing of this sad tale, though the two are otherwise unrelated. On Saturday night, we took a grumpy baby out to dinner and thought we'd never make it home. We went for Chinese lamb skewers in Sinchon, which is 2 subway stops from ours. Joash had eaten for two hours, napped for half an hour, and we thought a walk in the Baby Bjorn would settle him further. We were wrong. He remained pretty awake until his hungry cries necessitated our early exit. We headed down to a subway more packed than ever we'd experienced before. There's no way to describe how packed it was because you'd never grasp the scope of the situation without having pushed through it yourself. I will note that I now understand how people are trampled to death in crowds.

So, but, we didn't just need to go through the turnstiles and board a train. Dan's transit card is broken, so he needed to buy a ticket. We couldn't make it to the ticket machines, didn't want, with a crying baby, to wait in a ticket line 50 persons deep. Back up out of the subway we went to try and hail a cab. We made our move. The heartless cab driver rejected us, even though Dan had a baby strapped to him. We made a desperate and ultimately vain attempt to figure out the bus system. Dan called Johnny for help. We tried for another cab, then headed back underground to see if it was less hectic. It wasn't. We decided Dan would just buy another card so we could get home. He bought a card but the vendor couldn't put money on it. Finally, Dan and Johnny swapped cards. We queued up at the turnstiles, and countless minutes later, we were, with our crying baby, on our way home.

It was our most stressful venture as parents yet and we survived and Joash survived and then we decided to spend the rest of the weekend at home.

-Serenity

Strong Arm, Wobbly Noggin

I didn't realize they start this head lifting business so early. Joash is already pretty good at heaving that third of his body weight into the air. It must be the constant breast milk drip he's hooked up to. Dan's is his favorite chest to practice on, likely because of its expanse.

-Serenity

Never Satisfied

Joash, for the first time since his first week, had solid naps all day long. It turns out that when we're not cuddled up all day having marathon feeds, I miss his sweaty little head. Now I've admitted it, he'll be up all night.

I only have three pictures since last time, so I will not even bother with a cut.


This one having nothing to do with baby but that it was given as a present upon visiting him. Korea excels at dessert decoration, which is strange given how foreign dessert is to them.


Joash is blessed with many Korean aunts. This one is Sally. She's probably his favorite. I love how she propped him up on a pillow. Way to make my kid even cuter.


Dan and I have started fighting over this coveted sleeping baby time. I guess it's only fair to give him some since I get it all day long. I can't believe I lived this long without it.


I couldn't decide which picture I liked best.

-Serenity

Really Ending in Tears This Time

Joah's tears came in (apparently babies are born with dry eyes), and he decided to exercise them in hungry frustration (and I later exercised some of my own in correlation).

And now I will take a break from posting so many videos of my awesome baby because I know everyone is getting jealous.

-Serenity

The More He Eats, the More I Video

I am starting to notice a direct correlation between the amount of time I spend feeding and the amount of time I spend filming the boy. On particularly growth spurty days, I guess I get bored and start trying to get him to perform his tricks, otherwise known as basic bodily functions.


First proof of a hungry day - truncated naps.


Second proof - waking up rooting.


And here I tried to coerce him into lifting his head, but he was not having it.

All right, back to feeding.

-Serenity