Thursday, September 23, 2010

Harper's 6 Month Birthday!

Today is Harper's half birthday!  It's hard to believe that she is already 6 months old.  It didn't seem so long ago that we were traveling to and from the hospital to see her, and yet she has grown so much in such a short amount of time.  Her personality is blossoming and watching her transition from infant to "real" baby has been an amazing experience that will be forever imprinted in our minds.

Our tiny dancer continues to surprise us everyday with her developmental milestones.  She is now sitting up on her own and, when perfectly perched, can stand without any assistance for a minute or two.  She recently found her feet and tries to hold them with her hands.  She still loves to babble but her favorite new thing is take long hikes with mom and dad and stare at her "big sis," Laney, for hours.  For her half birthday, she had her first dance party complete with tutu and leg warmers.  So fun!

Monday, September 20, 2010

7 Years of Bliss

This weekend we celebrated our 7 year anniversary.  We dropped Harper off at Grandma and Grandpa's house and set off for our first baby free weekend.  We didn't even make it down the street before we started talking about our little girl and how much we would miss her!  Oh, how times have changed.

We checked into the Lafayette Park Hotel and enjoyed couples massages, lunch by the pool and a delicious dinner downtown.  The rest of our romantic getaway was peppered with conversations about Harper's newfound ability to sit up and the recent soul warming sound of her first laugh.  Click on link below to see Harper laugh.
Laughing Out Loud

We thoroughly enjoyed our time away but couldn't wait to get home, put Harper in the baby wrap and go for a walk as a family.

Saturday, September 4, 2010


A Story by Dad

         When Harper was first born I would eagerly share, with anyone that would listen, the story of her chaotic early birth, tiny stature and subsequent awesomeness. Nine times out of ten whomever was on the other end of my prideful rant would have an equally or more extraordinary story of their own. When I told people that Harper was only 4 pounds at birth, rounding down of course for sensationalism, they would claim to have either given birth to or personally been a 3 pounder. If I mentioned that my wife could have died during the whole process they would reply that they had actually died during labor only to be revived just in time to naturally give birth to 3 pound Siamese twins. The other end of the spectrum came in the form of what I started calling “ SuPreemie Stories.”  When I mentioned that my daughter was premature people would literally jump at the chance to mention their grandkid, neighbor, best friend, spouse or sister that had been a “preemie” but had grown to be a six foot ten, 375 pound center in the WNBA.
 “My cousin was only 2 pounds when she was born but she is a big, healthy, 250 pound 4th grader now.”
It was as if these people thought I would find comfort in the fact that even though Harper was rather tiny now eventually she would be freakishly large so it would all even out in the end. After a few months of listening to rather odd childbirth and “SuPreemie” baby stories I stopped telling the barista’s and parking lot attendants about Harper’s arrival.
 A few days ago as we walked through the grocery store on our first daddy/daughter public outing I started to realize that just seeing Harper’s bright blue eyes and chubby cheeks prompted complete strangers to divulge their own infant stories. Then there was the new mothers and fathers who wanted to compare notes on progress and relish the chance to one-up us on an infant milestones. Throughout our journey in produce and beyond I was stopped multiple times by newish parents with questions that, without any time to answer, were turned into statements regarding the fact that their kid had smiled, laughed, spoke or walked quicker than any baby in the history of time. Between the random people and the fulsome parents a standard 20-minute shop had turned into an afternoon event. As we finally left the store I told Harper that I would never pressure her to do things quicker than she was ready to, just for the sake of bragging to random people in the grocery store. She gave me a big goopy smile and continued to eat her hand with the gusto of a much older child. My phone rang and I picked up to hear the voice of my good friend, another new father, who sounded very tired. He told me that his girl had been up all night and asked me how Harper had been. “She’s been great! Ry put her on a new schedule and she’s been sleeping 11 hours a night. She seems to be way ahead of schedule as far sleeping goes.” As I heard him hang up the phone I wondered if maybe I should have used a little restraint…..but c’mon 11 hours at 5 months, that’s got to be some kind of record.