Monthly Archives: May 2011

On socks…

Tristan has cankles. Honestly, there is no natural narrowing of the leg to show where the joint is. He has huge fat calves, and fat feet, and a roll of flesh hanging over the general ankle region. It’s awfully cute, but it makes fitting him in socks rather difficult. They either dig into his flesh, or just slide right off. For a while he fit into the 6-12 month size, but now that he’s actually 6 months, even those are too small.

So yesterday, at BabiesRUs, we detoured out of the toy department to take a look at socks. To my delight, we found a bin of 99¢ socks, both in 12-24 and 24-36months sizes. They were fairly cheap-looking quality, but for 99¢ I wasn’t about to complain.

At home, I started to take them all apart; this is where the fun began. Each sock was attached to the cardboard holder with an unbreakable plastic doodad (there must be a word for those things), so I had to get the scissors out. Even with them, the doodad was so tight I risked cutting through the sock to get it off. I had to lever the scissors just so in order to do it without endangering the sock, but that angle ended up shooting the plastic ends off into the room – hopefully I found them all before Tristan does.

Next, I had to take the plastic form out of each sock. That’s right – these very plain, cheap blue socks each had a little plastic foot shape inside. How was this necessary? They’re not even recyclable. So now I have 8 little plastic feet on their way to a landfill.

Finally, the socks were liberated from the packaging. Which means I could recycle the cardboard they were attached to….as soon as I took off the plastic hook inside each one! Seriously? What’s wrong with a hole-punch?

All this, for 99¢ socks! The Grade 11 Environment Club member inside me is still quivering with outrage. I get upset when I have to buy a 6-pack of socks for me and they come wrapped in a cardboard sleeve – how is it necessary that infant socks — which will surely disappear behind the bookshelf, get tossed out of the stroller, or eaten by the dryer — come with so much packaging? Surely all that paper and plastic cost more than the socks themselves.

Oh well, at least the socks fit. But his legwarmers are cuter. Just ask my mom.


Momma’s little poo pirate

In which I learn that the introduction of solid foods to Tristan’s diet makes carrying spare clothes absolutely vital.

It’s been a big week for Tristan – solid food, a half-birthday, near crawling. Also, after a few weeks of silence, Tristan is babbling again, which is lovely to hear. Unfortunately, with all these positives comes a negative – time for the six-month checkup and vaccination.

Nathan has been able to come with me to all of Tristan’s other appointments, but yesterday he had to teach, so I was on my own. Of course, it was the day that the fireplace inspector was due to come, and Tristan had a record-breaking 2-hour morning nap, so we were running out the door a few minutes behind schedule. However, the traffic gods were kind, and gave me a quick drive and an excellent parking spot.

I grabbed purse, diaper bag and baby, and dashed inside. They were ready for us, and usher us into room 5, where I’m told to undress him for the usual weighing and measuring. I dropped my bags on the chair and shifted Tristan to the paper-covered exam table. And I noticed that my shirt is damp where I’ve been holding him.

Oh no! Pee-pee blow out! It’s been a while since he’s done that. Grimacing, I turned him around to see that indeed, one leg of his pants was soaked from crotch to knee. So much for the “convenience” of disposable diapers!

Then I noticed a smell. An unpleasant smell. My heart sank as I began to peel down his pants. Is it even possible?

We interrupt this post with a public service warning. What follows is not for the faint of heart, or weak of stomach. Some readers may find the following photograph disturbing.

Indeed, it is. It’s poop. Wet, thick, sticky, solid-food poop. From crotch to knee and beyond. Which means that the liquid covering my shirt, that has seeped through to my bra, is not pee, but in fact strained poop-juice.

I didn’t have a camera there, but I took a picture of his pants when I got home.This is what baby-processed bananas and rice-cereal look like.

Why we call him poo pirate

Meanwhile, I had a poopy baby grinning up at me as if to say, “Did I do good?” Yeah, sweetie, you did great. I peeled off his equally-disgusting onesie (thank goodness it wasn’t the Canucks one – what kind of luck would that have been?),  rolled up my sleeves, and dove in. Twice the nurse came in to measure him, and twice she turned on her heel and walked away upon seeing the spread of poop across table, baby and me. Thank goodness for the paper on the exam table, I unrolled clean paper three times before I was done.

Finally, we’re clean. It took every wipe in my bag, but we’re clean. The nurse tentatively poked her head in, and was relieved to see that there was no poop in sight. Tristan was weighed (19 lb 2 oz – only 2 oz more than last month), measured (70.5 cm, a one cm increase), and examined (all systems go). He took his vaccination like a champ, with only one tiny whimper. Then the doctor left us so I could dress him.

As I’m sure you’ve guessed from the sub-title of this post, this is the point where I discover that I had no extra clothes. I didn’t have a shirt, a sleeper…not so much as a receiving blanket. I’m wasn’t even wearing a coat, and was wondering if I’d have to wrap him in my now-dry-but-stinky shirt and drive home in my foul-smelling bra.

Then, eureka! I remembered the change pad inside the travel-sized change mat. I pulled it out, it’s about 2 feet by 1 foot – barely enough to wrap around his shoulders. But at least it’s red, so he looked like a superhero. I snuggled my red-caped baby tight and ran out to the car before anybody could notice my baby is naked and call social services on us.

Fortunately the car was warm, and I keep a blanket in there, so all’s well that ends well. I learned a valuable lesson – keep extra clothes in the car, the diaper bag, and my purse, from now until he’s 16. Maybe even beyond – after all, I think I was 18 the time that at the beach, when Granny had to pull an extra pair of undies out of her purse for me.

But that’s another story.

Littlest Fan

Go Canucks Go! Let’s show those sharks what happens when killer whales get focused!

We have to take some responsibility for the game 3 loss – Tristan has had his Canucks onesie on every game, except that one. Never mess with perfection! Don’t worry, he’s properly dressed for today…thanks to Jevon!

Also, now that he’s too tall for the round tub, and now that he can sit, more or less, we’re back in the tub that GG got for him.

Go, team!

Mobile baby

I put this link in the TristanTube page, but it’s worth repeating here in a proper post…

I guess this is his six-month-birthday present to us!

Enjoying the sunshine

They say babies shouldn’t wear sunscreen until they’re 6 months old – alas, we didn’t need to worry about this as we haven’t had any sun in Vancouver since before he was born. Until this week, that is. What glorious weather!

We ventured to London Drugs and found some nurse-approved baby sunscreen (Nature’s Gate kids SPF 20) and then made our way to the park. As Tristan is sitting up now, we decided it was time to try the swings. I think he likes it!

Next, Nathan took him on the slide. He seemed to like the view from on high, but didn’t notice the actual sliding too much. Still, the look on his face is hilarious – I guess Nathan didn’t want to risk losing him!

Later in the afternoon, we left Nathan to do some work, and headed out for a walk around Deer Lake with Falina and her son, Noah. Falina and I got our wires crossed, and were waiting for each other at opposite ends of the park. So as we sat around, Tristan discovered grass.

We did eventually find Falina, and we had a lovely walk, and no skin was sunburned. Now, if only the long weekend wasn’t going to be so rainy!


Tristan in a keffiyeh

Tristan in a keffiyeh

It only took 6 months, but I finally am putting together Tristan’s blog. Why now? Two reasons…1) He’s napping in his crib now ,freeing up my other hand to type. 2) I should be studying for my RLAT, and I’m nothing if not a procrastinator. So welcome, and come back often, as I update my life as a mom.