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18
Jan

Well, I figured it was time to post some pictures…

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Well, I figured it was time to post some pictures. We are taking a decent amount, but we haven’t posted much and I don’t know why. Here’s one of Sophia demonstrating her version of sucking her thumb. It is unreliable and provides her no comfort, but it looks cute…

Here is Sophia taking a bath. Isn’t it funny how in today’s society we’re so puritanical that my wife actually covered up our baby in the bath just to be safe?

Here aare Lauren and her cousin Max doing something that I’m sure was noisy, but nonetheless fun and hilarious to witness.

Here’s me on my new treadmill. This was last night when I was a cagey veteran and was not yet feeling any numbness or tingling in my left arm. (Just kidding everyone. I’m fine).

And here’s me giving the obligatory “Kurt Cashion Face” while on the treadmill.

18
Jan

We are POTY candidates

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In case you’re out of the loop, that stands for Parents Of The Year, and man do we deserve it.

If you’ve been keeping track, we’ve been having a little trouble with urchin 2.0 in that she’s been crying and inconsolable when we pick her up and she’s been restless, fitful and downright upset at night, making sleep for the three of us impossible. She’s also not been eating right for her either.

So after a few days of this, the wife decided to take the urchin to the doctor, which happened yesterday.

First of all, our two month old weighs just a tick under 13 pounds. I think urchin 1.0 didn’t hit that mark until she was about four or so months old, so I expect this one to be holding her own by about 18 months.

Anyway, the doctor said that her not eating right was the result of her just getting over some sort of bug or ailment.

(Translation: I don’t have any freaking idea. I’m a pediatric doctor and myself and the geriatric doctors do more guessing and lying than any other doctors on the planet).

Then she said that she detected a very slight heart murmer in one chamber, which is the same thing my wife was born with, so that didn’t surprise or shock anyone.

We were then told why Sophia was crying when we picked her up every time. It seems that in doing so, we were causing her shoulder(s) to slip out of the socket just a bit, effectively causing a mild dislocation. And I say that as the guy that laughs when anyone says “Mild heart attack.”

So it was nice to hear that we were causing extreme physical pain to our two month old. You want that. Of course, they say she won’t remember it, but I fully expect to be awakened by a heavy bowl or MagLite to the forehead in about two years, and then you’ll never be able to convince me that she forgot.

She slept better the two nights prior to last night anyway, so I suspected that she was recovering from something. Last night she got fed around 11pm or so, and then was fitful and restless and noisy until around 1am, and I decided to feed her again, and she took the whole four ounces. She then proceeded to sleep until 5:30am, so I guess she’s feeling better.

We’d just prefer that she feel better around 9pm instead of waiting until after midnight.

Hope you’re all doing well this morning. Talk to you soon.

Peace out!!

18
Jan

I offer a pre-emptive ah HA!!

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I figure that some of you had to be betting the under on how long it would take for me to stop hitting the treadmill and doing my “road work,” such that it is. Well I assure you that today was not the day.

The biggest concern was the little buzzer in my head that reminded me that I’m not supposed to do anything aerobic.

What’s aerobic for me, you might ask? Good question. And I had no freaking idea.

I called my dad who walks an hour every morning (unless it’s really cold like it was Saturday, and then he cuts it short. The state of Minnesota is hanging it’s collective head in shame, Pops).

Anyway, he said that it’s 200 minus your age times 85%, but that number seemed awfully low, so we both decided he was wrong.

Except he wasn’t.

I got a book with my treadmill about the three heart rate levels that matter:

The fat burning level
The maximum fat burning level
The aerobic level

For my age (two thirds of the way between the 30 and 40 range), the numbers were (roughly):

125 bpm
135 bpm
142 bpm

Since I didn’t want to have an “episode” on the treadmill on day two, I decided to be careful and sneak up on the correct heart rate like you would the temperature on your Big Green Egg (LOL).

Oddly enough, I found that I was about dead on last night. It turns out that a six degree incline at 3.2 mph gives me a good steady 135 bpm, so I was safe last night by a smidge and right on the money tonight.

Anyway, tonights effort was an hour and ten minutes including cool down. It was a little tougher than last night, but only because I am still suffering from a good bit of muscle atrophy, and it’s especially noticable in the big muscle groups and in the groinal region (hush Ethel).

Anyway, during the rest of my waking day I walked 2.7 miles. Then on the treadmill I hit 3.3 miles, burned 534 calories and 66 carbs. I feel good it actually feels good to do it, although I think I’m most excited about the fact that I basically get one hour and fifteen minutes of uninterrupted X-Box time, which hasn’t happened five times in over a year.

Also, the wife joined in and made a jaunty 30-40 minute walk at 3.1 mph, and she’s convinced that I was trying to one up her.

No way. That’ll happen this summer when I break out the speedo at the pool.

Now I’m thinking I may get up 15 minute earlier than I do now and put 30 minutes in before I shower up for work.

Those of you that know me and have known me for years, read that sentence again. I am actually seriously considering exercising, on PURPOSE, twice a day. Will wonders never cease?

Anyway, it’s time for bed. Actually, it’s time to watch Molly feed urchin 2.0 and get a little sleep before the 1:30am - 2:30am feeding that I’m responsible for tonight.

Talk to you tomorrow…

 

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