Monday, November 29, 2010

Le Phare Bleu

So this is thomas writing. I dont usually do this but i wanted to share some great pictures of our family that our friends ashley and hillary took. They took them at a place called Le Phare Bleu on the east side of grenada. And since alta and krew have gone back to the states while i finish up med school classes i look at them all the time and think about my family. i love and miss my family so much and am thankful to the two girls for doing such a great job with these photos. i am going to put up a bunch of photos and hope that it is not over kill.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

no longer a little baby

Lately, Thomas and I just stop and look at each other in amazement....amazed that Krew is no longer a baby. Everyday he is becoming more and more like a little boy. It is fun to watch....maybe a little sad that time has passed so quickly, but mostly we just watch amazed as proud parents of such a wonderful growing boy. Yesterday, Thomas was going to get gas in the car and yelled out to ask Krew, who was in the other room at the time, if he wanted to take a ride. Krew immediately grabbed a matching pair of shoes, ran to the door, and looked up at dad all ready to go. We had to laugh (and maybe hold back some proud tears, well I had to anyway). And then today we had the primary program at church and Krew being the little boy that he is, didn't want to be left out. Every time the primary children stood up to sing, Krew joined in with his loud "la, la, la's;" he even waved his hand back and forth to help lead the music. I guess we should have felt bad, because Krew stole the show at times, but all we could do was sit back and be amazed. He really is a little boy. A fun, smart, sweet little boy.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

sleep advice from Krew....who needs a warm glass of milk when you've got wrestling moves

So lately Krew has been a little sensitive when it comes to bed time. I'm not quite sure what it is; teething (I am pretty sure I blame every "off" behavior on teething), the anxiety of being alone or in the dark, or just trying to find any excuse to stay up with mom and dad...who knows. Well tonight was no different. It was coming up on 8:00 (bedtime in our household) and all the tired signs were there, huge yawns and constant eye rubs. So I promptly began the bedtime routine; diaper change, brush the teeth (more like a street fight), footie pajamas, Goodnight Moon book (his favorite thing to point to is the light and the red balloon), Its Time For Bed book (he just made a fish noise for the first time tonight when it came to the goodnight fish page), prayers, a kiss on the head, a whispered goodnight and in the crib (well, pack-n-play) he goes. His eyes rolled back, his arms stretched over his head and his legs sprawled out. I closed the door and instant crying. I let him cry it out for a bit, but then decided to see what all the fuss was about. I picked him up out of the pack-n-play and laid with him on the bed. I pulled out all the moves; rocking, patting, humming, singing (yikes, I can't imagine my singing would be soothing to anyone so I might remove this one from my bag of tricks), bouncing, rubbing, you name it, i tried it and nothing seemed to work he still cried and cried. Since I didn't seem to help the situation I just let him do his thing while I laid next to him on the bed. Krew then proceeded to pile drive into the bed....I mean he violently switched sleeping position after sleeping position. I am certain he would have injured a rib of mine if I had kept trying to rock him on my chest. This went on for maybe ten minutes; every position different, head burrowed, butt up, knees bent, one hand rubbing ear, one hand rubbing hair, laying on one side, both hands on the face, flat on back, legs in frog position....he got pretty creative, with every violent switch (it was pretty entertaining to watch). Then he finally drifted away, one his back, arms stretched over his head, and legs sprawled out, just like I had laid him down the first time. I guess he just need to work in the mattress, kind of like a hacky sack, pile drive after pile drive until his spot on the mattress was niiiiiice and sooooooft and comfortable. All I have to say is watch out Thomas, because I really haven't been sleeping to well either come to think of it and according to Krew all have to do is brush up on my wrestling moves (I would protect that perfect nose of yours if I were you.)