A fun Mylostone to share today! At 3 months and 1 week old, my son Mylo began making vibrating sounds with his lips while pushing out saliva at the same time. I was recently told that this is called “blowing raspberries.” Let me tell ya, it’s real awesome when you’re on the receiving end of all the saliva that comes out!
Blowing crazy raspberries for Beverly, our midwife.
Not sure which one to consider the Mylostone here. The fact that my son Mylo can’t STAND pacifiers or the fact that he absolutely ADORES his fingers?
In any case, because of his adversity to the pacifier, Mylo had been looking to suck on his fingers since he was just a couple of weeks old. He would nosh on the side of his hand like it was a corn on the cob! At about 9 weeks old he finally found his fingers, in particular the pointer and the middle. And he particularly likes to suck on fingers from both hands at the same time!
Chompin' at the bit, literally.
My son Mylo is three months old today and yet it feels like that scorching hot day in August when we brought him home from the hospital. Everyone, and I mean everyone, has told me how quickly he will grow up. If the last three months are any kind of measuring stick, than surely they are right.
Mylo has been a smiley baby from early on. He has also preferred standing to sitting from early on. In fact he’s not a big fan of the Bumbo at all, and is smiling in the below photo only because his daddy is off to the side cooing at him.
Some of the things Mylo is doing now… eating his feet, blowing raspberries, and beginning to scoot his way off his playmat. This kid is showing signs that he doesn’t like to be sitting still. Hmm, wonder where he gets that from?!
Thanks mom for the crafty sign.
Here is my son Mylo at almost 3 months old at our first baby and me yoga class, taught by Anna Azrieli. The same woman I took prenatal yoga with from 18 weeks to 39 weeks. And as you can see, he’s really breaking a sweat!
New yoga pose: baby sleeps.
The Fisher Price 2-In-1 Precious Planet Projection Mobile is quite possibly the best damn baby mobile ever! It’s versatile in it’s amusement-level for babies, it can play for 20 minutes straight, and it comes with a remote! The mobile projects a light under the canopy that puts on a show for the baby while four animals – a whale, polar bear, alligator and lion – representing four environments from around the world, go around in a circle. It plays music by Bach, Beethoven and Mozart, nature and ocean sounds, and heart beat/white noise womb sounds.
It has been a lifesaver to put Mylo in his crib and have him amuse himself there for prolonged periods of time. A mobile engineered like this one makes you wonder why they bother making the wind up ones that sound like the ice cream truck and play for only a couple of minutes.
At just $50, even less if you use a coupon, what new parent wouldn’t want to spring for this magical mobile?!!!
I must give credit where credit is due. When my son Mylo was just a few weeks old and my husband was telling his dad what Mylo was up to, like smiling, standing (with our support of course), reaching for Jason’s newspaper, etc., Mylo’s grandpa dubbed the milestones, “Mylostones.” It was brilliant, and thus laid the basis for several posts I have already written on this blog, and many more to come.
Thanks Grandpa Dave!
The man who coined "Mylostones."
An awesome Mylostone to report! My son Mylo began rolling over at about 10 weeks old.
His new favorite move...
Yesterday my husband Jason offered me a proposition. Go to a museum with him and he’ll take me to Chipotle. Normally I’d say no dice. After all, we have a Chipotle in our neighborhood and I could go any time I wanted. Trek into the city to stare at dead things or antiquated things? No thanks.
But he wasn’t asking to go to MoMA. Nor was he asking to go to the Museum of Natural History or the Museum of Sex, affectionately dubbed MoSex, but the New York City Transit Museum located for my lucky convenience, just two blocks away.
It was Saturday, I was in a good mood and who was I to deny our son Mylo another Mylostone: his first trip to a museum. So, as much as I’m not for museums, I agreed.
Lord knows Mylo’s dad will be dragging him along to many more as he gets older. That will either be a good thing, or if the little fella’s got my genes for museums then I’ll do everything in my power to get him out of it!
The NYC Transit Museum was actually a lot of fun. You walk through subway-like tunnels where memorabilia, photos and stories about the evolution of this city’s transit system are on display. And perhaps the coolest part was going in and out of the subway cars and elevated trains that spanned the better part of the 20th century.
On the way out, there is a wall of black and white photos from the 30’s and 40’s of New Yorker’s going through subway turnstiles and I found myself scanning them for a familiar face. My grandmother and aunt are after all, from Brooklyn.
Most people who know me know what kind of vegetarian I am. I don’t eat meat from animals that had a mother. However that doesn’t make me a vegan. I do eat cheese, yogurt, ice cream and eggs. All products that contribute to the suffering of farm animals. I struggle with this fact – that I’m a bit of a sell-out of sorts – but at the same time I am not of the mentality that humans will ever live solely on a plant-based diet. We will always eat meat. So what I advocate for is a better quality of life for farm animals, as well as more humane killing of them.
As a result, I am all for the news that two premium chicken producers are preparing to switch to a system that would kill their birds more humanely. The article, covered in detail by the NY Times, points out that this humane sort of slaughtering “is sure to appeal to a segment of the chicken-buying public,” and I couldn’t agree more.
Read the full article here.
I gave birth to my first baby, a boy, at Long Island College hospital on August 9, 2010 under the care of midwife Beverly Woodard and I can say that the hospital and Beverly’s services, were excellent.
I write about our decision to switch from using an OB/GYN to a midwife halfway through my pregnancy in an earlier post, here. So I thought it was important to follow it up with my experience at LICH, seeing how I went into it with negative and mixed reviews. Not to mention an article in the NY Times about Brooklyn mothers choosing Manhattan hospitals to give birth, that came out six weeks before I went into labor.
First off, it all comes down to your health care provider. In the case of my long, 30 hour labor (24 of which was spent at home), I believe I would have had a c-section had I been under the care of an OB/GYN whether at LICH or any other hospital.
LICH wasn’t perfect. There was a cleanliness factor that turned my stomach and the postpartum breastfeeding support was disappointing. But for the most part my experience at LICH was a very pleasant one. From the nurses to the pediatric residents and even the orderlies — everyone at LICH was polite, helpful and nurturing.
The labor & delivery floor at LICH.
My husband Jason, who was in and out of the hospital many times throughout the two days we were there so he could tend to our menagerie at home, even found the security guards and the cashier he paid to room-in on the maternity ward, extremely helpful and polite. By the way, the price for partners to room-in at LICH is $210, which is a fraction of what it costs at most Manhattan hospitals!
It took us some time to write it, but we wanted the supervisor of the maternity ward at LICH, Wanda Hernandez, to know about the people who helped make our experience a positive one.
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October 21, 2010
Dear Ms. Hernandez:
My husband and I welcomed our first child into the world, a boy, on August 9, 2010 under the wonderful care of Midwife, Beverly Woodard at Long Island College Hospital. In short, our experience at LICH was an exceptional one.
On our list of things to do since we’ve been adjusting to new life with a baby is to write to let you know that being under the care of a few specific people made our experience at LICH that much more memorable. Paulette and Janelle on the labor and delivery floor, Bebeth in the maternity ward and Myra in the nursery went above and beyond to treat myself, my husband, my mother and of course my son, with a great deal of warmth and compassion.
Giving birth, while not easy, was at least pleasant thanks to your staff. Thank you for making our experience such a positive one.
Yours,
Reedu Taha Wood