CATCHING SOME ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZs
Hey, we experienced the second night of "one time" wake-ups.
Joli seems to like waking up at about 3:30AM. But, hey, if she's only gonna get up once a night, we can't really complain!
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
VISITORS
Joli is quite the social butterfly as of late.
Yesterday, we took her over to Kenny and Lauren Banks' house-- the neighbors. They have two kids, Jalen and Donovan. Jalen's about four and pretty smart. When Joli started to cry, Liza mentioned she was hungry. Jalen immediately wanted to share his knowledge on motherhood and said "Liza feeds the baby from her boobies, right mom?"
Yes, Jalen. That's correct.
Later thay evening, Joli got a visit from Kal Wynot-- a colleague from work. Kal dropped by with presents.
Pajamas!
I did some math the other night and calculated that Joli has appoximately 432% more clothing than I do.
Today, she got a visit from another colleague of ours, Kathleen Hill. Kathleen is a true friend though and brought gifts for Mom and Dad instead.
Cornbread and Lasagna!
Joli is quite the social butterfly as of late.
Yesterday, we took her over to Kenny and Lauren Banks' house-- the neighbors. They have two kids, Jalen and Donovan. Jalen's about four and pretty smart. When Joli started to cry, Liza mentioned she was hungry. Jalen immediately wanted to share his knowledge on motherhood and said "Liza feeds the baby from her boobies, right mom?"
Yes, Jalen. That's correct.
Later thay evening, Joli got a visit from Kal Wynot-- a colleague from work. Kal dropped by with presents.
Pajamas!
I did some math the other night and calculated that Joli has appoximately 432% more clothing than I do.
Today, she got a visit from another colleague of ours, Kathleen Hill. Kathleen is a true friend though and brought gifts for Mom and Dad instead.
Cornbread and Lasagna!
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
Monday, July 28, 2003
"P" IS FOR PEE
Well, Joli got a visit from Grandma and Grandpa Vega today. Cousin OJ and Uncle Pedro came as well.
Joli had a special gift for her uncle.
At first, we all thought it was a sweat stain. Upon closer inspection, urine was confirmed.
Pedro was thrilled... acually, not so thrilled.
ANTI-THRILLED.
I wish I had a picture.
Well, Joli got a visit from Grandma and Grandpa Vega today. Cousin OJ and Uncle Pedro came as well.
Joli had a special gift for her uncle.
At first, we all thought it was a sweat stain. Upon closer inspection, urine was confirmed.
Pedro was thrilled... acually, not so thrilled.
ANTI-THRILLED.
I wish I had a picture.
Sunday, July 27, 2003
A GIRL AND HER DOG
Joli and Gordon got to spend a little time together today. We're trying to ease Gordon into the whole "There's-Somebody-More-Important-In-The-House-Than-You" thing.
Gordon is our 130 pound dog.
Anyway, there was a lot of sniffing involved in their quality time. So, of course, Joli graced Gordon's delicate nostrils with a whiff of her bum perfume, "Eau De Poot".
Gordon seemed to enjoy it.
Joli and Gordon got to spend a little time together today. We're trying to ease Gordon into the whole "There's-Somebody-More-Important-In-The-House-Than-You" thing.
Gordon is our 130 pound dog.
Anyway, there was a lot of sniffing involved in their quality time. So, of course, Joli graced Gordon's delicate nostrils with a whiff of her bum perfume, "Eau De Poot".
Gordon seemed to enjoy it.
Saturday, July 26, 2003
GRANDPARENTS
Well, Joli turned one week old on Thursday. Both sets of grandparents spent a lot of time with her during that first week, especially the grandmas. Liza's mom is going home today.
In observing the grandparents, one can't help but notice their pride, their joy, their love... their hypocrisy.
My parents and my wife's parents have been shelling out big bucks for this baby!
Where was that money when WE were growing up?
To quote Bill Cosby, my father was a "man who, when I asked him for a quarter to go buy some candy, would tell me his LIFE STORY." Now, he's reaching deep into his pocket and pulling out the greenbacks... "Let's see if we have money for that beautiful child."
Hypocrisy, my friends... hypocrisy.
Well, Joli turned one week old on Thursday. Both sets of grandparents spent a lot of time with her during that first week, especially the grandmas. Liza's mom is going home today.
In observing the grandparents, one can't help but notice their pride, their joy, their love... their hypocrisy.
My parents and my wife's parents have been shelling out big bucks for this baby!
Where was that money when WE were growing up?
To quote Bill Cosby, my father was a "man who, when I asked him for a quarter to go buy some candy, would tell me his LIFE STORY." Now, he's reaching deep into his pocket and pulling out the greenbacks... "Let's see if we have money for that beautiful child."
Hypocrisy, my friends... hypocrisy.
Friday, July 25, 2003
THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE UGLY
Joli started smiling yesterday! It makes her look like a little angel.
However, in stark contrast, her poop gained a horrific odor yesterday-- it's sort of what I imagine hell smells like. We're not a hundred percent sure, but we think it might be related to the Mexican food we ate. Can that pass through breast milk?
Ah-ha! At long last, a little bit of dad has shown up in Joli. While giving her a sponge bath today, we wet her hair and...
LITTLE CURLS APPEARED!
It was nothing like the Afro curls I used to rock back in the day, but it's a sure sign that she's going to have some gorgeous, wavey hair.
Joli started smiling yesterday! It makes her look like a little angel.
However, in stark contrast, her poop gained a horrific odor yesterday-- it's sort of what I imagine hell smells like. We're not a hundred percent sure, but we think it might be related to the Mexican food we ate. Can that pass through breast milk?
Ah-ha! At long last, a little bit of dad has shown up in Joli. While giving her a sponge bath today, we wet her hair and...
LITTLE CURLS APPEARED!
It was nothing like the Afro curls I used to rock back in the day, but it's a sure sign that she's going to have some gorgeous, wavey hair.
THE GREAT ESCAPE PART-Part III: "So, This Is Why They Call It Labor"
Let me say that, after watching Joli be born, I have a completely new respect for mothers in general. My respect for my wife, while always high, has now hit astronomical levels.
Giving birth ain't too pleasant.
After almost 16 hours of uneventful waiting-- it was basically a hospital sleepover; Liza and I gave each other a make-over and made cookies in an Easy Bake Oven-- the first truly painful contraction hit.
Liza sucked in air and whispered "Yeah, it's time for some drugs."
Now, let's discuss epidurals for a moment. This is quite possibly the most unnatural medical procedure in the universe. THEY STICK A NEEDLE IN YOUR SPINE!! Liza, who was amazing throughout the contractions and the labor, said several times that the most painful moment of the entire process was inserting the epidural.
A few moments later, she was singing its praises.
A few hours later, Joli was making her Great Escape.
My job was simple I held one of Liza's legs up and helped her breathe. We'd learned all these advanced breathing techniques in class two weeks earlier.
I remembered none of them.
So, my job was even easier. I held one of Liza's legs up and the nurse helped her breathe.
Liza was like Rocky Balboa during the labor. The doctor would tell her "Give me three pushes." She would grit her teeth and give FIVE.
"The baby is right there," the doctor said.
I peeked down and saw a mess of jet black hair peeking out of Liza.
Good lord, Liza's giving birth to a muppet.
Liza gave another push and the doctor started screaming "STOP! STOP! We're not ready for her yet!"
I didn't know you could call a time-out during a delivery.
A team of nurses and pediatricians scrambled into the room and set up the baby-warmer, a bunch of sterile towels, lights--
And then... the most incredible thing happened.
Liza and I became biologically related.
A tiny little girl was suddenly kicking and screaming in the middle of the room.
The doctor held her up and said "Look at what you guys made!"
Let me say that, after watching Joli be born, I have a completely new respect for mothers in general. My respect for my wife, while always high, has now hit astronomical levels.
Giving birth ain't too pleasant.
After almost 16 hours of uneventful waiting-- it was basically a hospital sleepover; Liza and I gave each other a make-over and made cookies in an Easy Bake Oven-- the first truly painful contraction hit.
Liza sucked in air and whispered "Yeah, it's time for some drugs."
Now, let's discuss epidurals for a moment. This is quite possibly the most unnatural medical procedure in the universe. THEY STICK A NEEDLE IN YOUR SPINE!! Liza, who was amazing throughout the contractions and the labor, said several times that the most painful moment of the entire process was inserting the epidural.
A few moments later, she was singing its praises.
A few hours later, Joli was making her Great Escape.
My job was simple I held one of Liza's legs up and helped her breathe. We'd learned all these advanced breathing techniques in class two weeks earlier.
I remembered none of them.
So, my job was even easier. I held one of Liza's legs up and the nurse helped her breathe.
Liza was like Rocky Balboa during the labor. The doctor would tell her "Give me three pushes." She would grit her teeth and give FIVE.
"The baby is right there," the doctor said.
I peeked down and saw a mess of jet black hair peeking out of Liza.
Good lord, Liza's giving birth to a muppet.
Liza gave another push and the doctor started screaming "STOP! STOP! We're not ready for her yet!"
I didn't know you could call a time-out during a delivery.
A team of nurses and pediatricians scrambled into the room and set up the baby-warmer, a bunch of sterile towels, lights--
And then... the most incredible thing happened.
Liza and I became biologically related.
A tiny little girl was suddenly kicking and screaming in the middle of the room.
The doctor held her up and said "Look at what you guys made!"
Thursday, July 24, 2003
THE GREAT ESCAPE-Part II: "The Waiting Game"
Patience has never really been my strong suit. I don't think Liza enjoys waiting either. I think Joli's viewpoints on waiting are obvious. It's a unanimous opinion in our house... waiting sucks.
So, after things went SPLOOSH, we called the doctor.
"If this is an emergency," the automated service chimed, "Please press 'one' one your keypad."
Kind of obvious this is an emergency... BLIP (that's me pressing 'one')
"Please hold and someone will assist you in a moment."
Well, that's nice.
Then the ringing began.
It rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang... in my head I started reviewing the birthing process we'd learned at Lamaze class-- ya know, you might end up delivering this baby if no one picks up the phone.
See what waiting does? It generates panic.
In the end, it turned out I was dialing the wrong number. Please keep the snickering to a minimum. The doctor on the other end told us to head for the hospital-- "Though it's very unlikely that their going to admit you since you're not experiencing contractions."
To the Batmobile... a 1999 Hyundai Accent-- Please keep the snickering to a minimum.
Liza drove us to the hospital. It was probably a good idea since I was having difficulty thinking coherently.
When we arrived were introduced to what could possibly be the most hellish place in existence for people with little patience... the waiting room. Oh, did we wait... TWO AND A HALF HOURS!! The best part is that when they finally allowed us into the Labor & Delivery ward they made us wait almost ANOTHER HOUR before putting Liza in a room.
Apparently most of Long Island has decided to give birth that evening/morning.
"Well," I said to Liza. "At least we're going to finally see a doctor. They'll check you out, tell us to come back in a couple of hours and send us home."
The doctor walked in right then, checked Liza and said "Yeah, the baby's on the way. It's going to be a while, so get comfortable and be prepared to--
WAITWAITWAITWAITWAITWAITWAIT."
The echo was just for effect.
Patience has never really been my strong suit. I don't think Liza enjoys waiting either. I think Joli's viewpoints on waiting are obvious. It's a unanimous opinion in our house... waiting sucks.
So, after things went SPLOOSH, we called the doctor.
"If this is an emergency," the automated service chimed, "Please press 'one' one your keypad."
Kind of obvious this is an emergency... BLIP (that's me pressing 'one')
"Please hold and someone will assist you in a moment."
Well, that's nice.
Then the ringing began.
It rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang... in my head I started reviewing the birthing process we'd learned at Lamaze class-- ya know, you might end up delivering this baby if no one picks up the phone.
See what waiting does? It generates panic.
In the end, it turned out I was dialing the wrong number. Please keep the snickering to a minimum. The doctor on the other end told us to head for the hospital-- "Though it's very unlikely that their going to admit you since you're not experiencing contractions."
To the Batmobile... a 1999 Hyundai Accent-- Please keep the snickering to a minimum.
Liza drove us to the hospital. It was probably a good idea since I was having difficulty thinking coherently.
When we arrived were introduced to what could possibly be the most hellish place in existence for people with little patience... the waiting room. Oh, did we wait... TWO AND A HALF HOURS!! The best part is that when they finally allowed us into the Labor & Delivery ward they made us wait almost ANOTHER HOUR before putting Liza in a room.
Apparently most of Long Island has decided to give birth that evening/morning.
"Well," I said to Liza. "At least we're going to finally see a doctor. They'll check you out, tell us to come back in a couple of hours and send us home."
The doctor walked in right then, checked Liza and said "Yeah, the baby's on the way. It's going to be a while, so get comfortable and be prepared to--
WAITWAITWAITWAITWAITWAITWAIT."
The echo was just for effect.
THE GREAT ESCAPE-Part I: "The Flood"
So, Joli wasn't supposed to make an appearance until the middle of August... well, somebody should have told that to Liza's cervix because at approximately 9PM on July, 16th, her water broke... sort of.
Liza was outside cleaning out the car. Don't ask me why she decided to do this in the dead of night. She says unborn Joli told her to get ready for an early arrival... Note to Self: add "telepathy" to Joli's developmental skill-set.
"Uh, Jorge, either my water broke or I'm incontinent," she said walking in the front door.
I looked at the dark patch of wetness spreading across the front of her pants, giggled and sang "You peed your pants! You peed your pants!" There may have been some dancing around and pointing involved, I can't remember. Either way, Liza found the situation far less humorous than I did. So, I shifted gears and, in my most serious voice, gave her a list of reasons why her water couldn't have broke this early. After, two minutes of seriousness, I went back to giggling.
Liza decided to lay down in the nursery and see if the leaking continued. I went upstairs and started folding baby clothes.
Ten minutes later, the leaking had stopped.
Then, Liza stood up... now, I'm not usually one to use onomotopeia in my writing, but there really is no other way to express the sheer volume of liquid that gushed out of Liza than--
SPLOOOSH!!
"Yeah," Liza said. "My water definitely broke."
Indeed it had, indeed it had.
So, Joli wasn't supposed to make an appearance until the middle of August... well, somebody should have told that to Liza's cervix because at approximately 9PM on July, 16th, her water broke... sort of.
Liza was outside cleaning out the car. Don't ask me why she decided to do this in the dead of night. She says unborn Joli told her to get ready for an early arrival... Note to Self: add "telepathy" to Joli's developmental skill-set.
"Uh, Jorge, either my water broke or I'm incontinent," she said walking in the front door.
I looked at the dark patch of wetness spreading across the front of her pants, giggled and sang "You peed your pants! You peed your pants!" There may have been some dancing around and pointing involved, I can't remember. Either way, Liza found the situation far less humorous than I did. So, I shifted gears and, in my most serious voice, gave her a list of reasons why her water couldn't have broke this early. After, two minutes of seriousness, I went back to giggling.
Liza decided to lay down in the nursery and see if the leaking continued. I went upstairs and started folding baby clothes.
Ten minutes later, the leaking had stopped.
Then, Liza stood up... now, I'm not usually one to use onomotopeia in my writing, but there really is no other way to express the sheer volume of liquid that gushed out of Liza than--
SPLOOOSH!!
"Yeah," Liza said. "My water definitely broke."
Indeed it had, indeed it had.
THE LOWDOWN
Okay, here are the stats any person who claims to be a Joli fan MUST know...
DUE DATE: August 18th, 2003
BIRTHDAY: July 17th, 2003 What can we say? She's impulsive
TIME OF BIRTH: 8:18PM EST
WEIGHT: 5 pounds, 5 ounces
LENGTH: 18 inches
NAME ORIGIN: Hybrid of mother and father's names... JOrge + LIza = JOLI
Okay, here are the stats any person who claims to be a Joli fan MUST know...
DUE DATE: August 18th, 2003
BIRTHDAY: July 17th, 2003 What can we say? She's impulsive
TIME OF BIRTH: 8:18PM EST
WEIGHT: 5 pounds, 5 ounces
LENGTH: 18 inches
NAME ORIGIN: Hybrid of mother and father's names... JOrge + LIza = JOLI
IN THE BEGINNING...
Well, this is the start of something, I guess. I'm pretty new to the world of blogging, but I figured this would be a cool way to keep family and friends posted on our newborn daughter, Joli Irene. This is just an experiment for now. I'll probably just post updates on Joli's health, excursions, humorous moments and epic bowel movements-- wait, aren't the last two the same thing?
If this thing works as well as advertised, I'll upgrade to BlogPlus and start posting photos.
Well, this is the start of something, I guess. I'm pretty new to the world of blogging, but I figured this would be a cool way to keep family and friends posted on our newborn daughter, Joli Irene. This is just an experiment for now. I'll probably just post updates on Joli's health, excursions, humorous moments and epic bowel movements-- wait, aren't the last two the same thing?
If this thing works as well as advertised, I'll upgrade to BlogPlus and start posting photos.
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