Beware of Face Eaters

This week was an amazing breakthrough. If you get the story from Renee we let her cry it out and Ferberized the little Fischer Moss. However the truth is that it was the first time where noises were made and no one immediately sprinted to her. Renee had been having a really tough time lately and came to me out of desperation needing help.

After thinking long and hard about the factors at play I couldn't help but remember her extensive history of animal training. When people and small children would come over to her house before we were together the cat would stalk and bite people repeatedly. Renee's reaction was normally something like - "I don't know he's rotten". When asked about her dog she had (Buck), the response was usually - "He was a nightmare, he pretty much ran my life".

So here we go
Night 1- Place Fischer in the crib, run away. Crying pretty hard on and off for about an hour and 15 min. Maybe as fathers, we just aren't effected the same way from the crying. Renee was in tears and also googling various psychology websites for the long-term psychological damage we were potentially doing. I was doing my best to fend off all possible obscure scenarios for hunger or gas Renee was throwing at me. Just before we broke down and went in to free her, our neighbor Andrea knocked on the door. Our Savior. This made us wait the critical 2 more minutes which was all little Fischer Moss needed to go to sleep.

Night 2-
Place Fischer in the crib, run away. Cried for only 30 minutes.

Night 3-
Place Fischer in the crib, run away. No crying, straight to sleep. Fiesta Time.


FACE EATER


Laugh #2 still a rare event- this is laugh 2 of only 2.

A sleepy terrorist

Just when you thought you had all the documents you need to leave this place in comes the Permiso de Salida. A beautifully crafted concept that can only be fumbled by the CR government. If you leave Costa Rica with a baby less than 2 years you must have this document to fly, even if you have matching passports. However to get the permiso you must first get a U.S. Passport. Required document - Original Birth certificate. Check.

So here we all are at Migracion (Immigration) to get the Permiso, first question was I now need the original birth certificate. Of course we explained that the U.S. Embassy took it. I then had to go back to the Registro Civil to get another original. Our biggest problem was trying to make it to the Registro and back before the Migracion closed (our entire reason for this San Jose trip). I was not happy about this or the lost opportunity to debate the concept of multiple originals with the government workers (isn't that copy?). As the day progressed we found ourself back in the park (where the hilarious diaper change took place reposted below)




staring at monsoon thunderstorm heading in while trying to shield Renee's boob from the general public. It all ended ok when we slipped back into Migracion just before they closed. Like most CR activities there are some redeeming qualities. One being the guard who sprinted across the parking lot to hold the umbrella over Fischer as we ran in.

Now back to some relaxin.

Public enemy #1 and #2

This week marked yet another reminder that you should burn any and all literature that uses the word "should" when referring to baby developmental milestones. Not only will you not be there but you will probably reverse direction. Just when we had reached a point where we desperately needed some redemption sleep, ICE to the rescue. Boasting 2 consecutive nights with power outages.

In the middle of this post I was reminded of something far more interesting while talking with Elijah and Raina. I had lost a past post which was on the names of the baby had Fischer been a boy. I must preface my list by saying that they were selected with an attempt to find obscure names that would be cool. However not even 4 months later my names list was resurrected and I saw the error in my ways. Here was my list which had me rolling with laughter.
Caelen
Torrey
Dempsey
Taro
Sy
Sidney
Royce
Osei

Thank God Renee was there to veto most of these.

I'll leave you with my all time favorite name I found while searching for names. Lisimba. It means one who is attached by a lion.

This week we also had her first laugh at the hands of Elijah. Although I was a little sad the first laugh wasn't at me, after further video review I had to admit what he was doing was really funny and actually made me laugh. The laugh has not been able to be replicated so this is the only footage of this rare event.

Replicas (Tito & Fischer)

The man formerly and falsely named Pop-Pop is now officially "Tito".

When I used to joke about my dad having a replica in Danny Milam I didn't know that this would be trumped by my daughter. The two together are classic. You can even see in the first video of the meeting she is trying to figure out who he is.

Fatherly Advice given to me by him when we found out Renee was pregnant.
1.Don't F with a pregnant women.
2.She's going to get big, but she ain't going to get real big.

Both of which are equally true as they are funny.

Here is the meeting of the replicas


The coveted feet are now reachable and pretty much occupy all her time.


Rockin out w/ Tito





We were all sad to see Tito go.

Curry Pacifier

With the arrival of the man formally known as Pop-Pop close to coming to fruition, we were worried that he would not know the sweet little Fischer from before. We came to believe again that we know nothing about parenting (common feeling). Hopefully there is no record on google for some of our searches for answers. Renee had suspected such conditions such as teething to acid reflux. I basically had to cave on my normal position similar to an old bad practice of insurance companies. I deny all claims initially.

To the rescue weird Indian herbal medicine. A savior. She now has returned to her old happy self. I have to trick her by giving her a pacifier then extracting it then sneaking in the drops of the herbal potion. Its also a great time to sing songs about curry tasting pacifiers with Renee chanting yogo mantras. However these past two weeks have been by far the hardest. So for this post I've pulled a couple videos here from our archives since this past week it was crying baby hot potato.







This video was pulled from the early archives. It had to be a quick one as my battery almost ran out. It really doesn't need much caption but just to know that it still is the reigning all time favorite diaper change. We also promise to dress our baby appropriately once we return to civilization.



Thank you Indian potion. Fischer Moss is back.

Mrs. Sniffs

Mrs Sniffs (Senorita Sollestar) is a pre-cry sniffing. This video illuminates a beautiful Mrs. Sniffs. It also shows many other disturbing things.

1. While little ones own the night, parents still rule little ones during the day.
2. I am clinically insane after getting 0 sleep.
3. I love kissing the lips. (more on this later)
4. The bald spot is really fun to play with.



My mom purchased this ridiculous outfit for her. This proves that its impossible to make her look bad.

a hilarious combination

Now individually these 3 pose no threat, but together they are quite powerful. This perfect storm converged last Sunday. As Renee and I began this Sunday on the emotional side. My normal response to post pregnancy emotions is "they told me this might happen". However similar to "thats what she said", this response has lost popularity with some over time (myself not included).

Normally I am the root of most disagreements. However this day clearly had the post pregnancy puppeteer at work.

I lightheartedly laughed off the warnings of one Skip Wilson who had advised me to make sure to know when the baby monitors are on. He told me a story about him forgetting the baby monitor was on while some friends were over watching a football game. He went upstairs to put one of his kids to bed and his baby talk was broadcast downstairs to all his friends.

During our multiple "discussions" this day we had forgotten that we had placed one baby monitor outside our balcony so we could hang out at the pool while Fischer slept. As these "discussions" transitioned many venues it finally settled and resolved in our living room. Only minutes after our Brittish neighbor Chris came over to our window and mumbled something that was first construed as "Your bra is being broadcast to the world" Obviously my mind was racing until he repeated "Your brawl is being broadcast the world". This made much more sense. I then realized what had happened and ran outside and yelled the only logical thing.
"$2.99 for the first minute and .99 cents each additional."

I couldn't resist posting this funny face of her. The others are of her first being able to grab things. She is gaining some control over the crazy force that is the hands.