The holy wail

I'm proud to say that the demons have been officially chased out of our son.

Kyle was baptised on Sunday in front of a couple dozen friends and family members. He's a good Christian now, which means all his cursing, swearing, and pushing old ladies will have to come to an end. The demons refused to go quietly, however. Kyle wailed and squirmed throughout the Christening. His cries were amplified by the church echos, and at times he made it difficult for us to hear the priest. Often we just nodded or said "yes" to the priest's questions. I think he asked us to help Kyle live virtuously, though with all the noise he could have asked us to buy a vacuum cleaner or a pound of turkey sausage and we still would have said "yes."

We were honored to have had so many friends and family members at the church for the baptism, and we know there were so many more who were there in spirit. My sister-in-law Lauren took some great pictures of the ceremony, and I figured you'd all like to see them:

Kyle's Christening

There was a big party at our place Sunday afternoon, so Kyle didn't get any quiet time until Monday, which just so happened to be Jennifer's birthday. Kyle seemed to know that, since he was all smiles that day, and we enjoyed a quiet dinner together as a family.

On Tuesday, though, the demons were back - errr, I guess I now mean "the angels." Angels screaming through Kyle. All day long. We truly are blessed.

New frontiers

First, I'd like to send my congratulations to our dear friends Matt & Amanda, seen here with Kyle:



Matt & Amanda were married in Atlanta this past weekend. They did that in hopes of one day becoming a babysitter for Kyle. They still have to meet several more qualifications, but right now I'd say their chances are looking pretty good. We had a great time at their wedding, and we wish them much happiness.

As Matt & Amanda entered into a new life together last week, Kyle entered his third month. He's getting bigger, and making a lot more baby noises (often at night, or right before he's supposed to go to sleep). You can take a look at how much he's grown in a new photo album:

Kyle's Second Month

Finally, in this post of "new frontiers," I am announcing the debut of my new blog, which I humbly named DaveWeekly.com. Don't worry - I'm not retiring the baby blog... yet. I will, though, update it less frequently in the coming months, as DaveWeekly will eventually become my main blog. So why not check it out now?:

I've appreciated all the love you've given the baby blog, and I hope you join me at my other site. Enjoy!

He's got a new attitude

Kyle turns two months old on Wednesday. A lot about him has changed since he came home from the hospital: he has put on quite a bit more weight, he now smiles often, and he's found new ways to dirty a diaper (and its vicinity). One of the most noticeable changes is in how he communicates. Kyle still rules the roost, but now he does it with a little more finesse.

That doesn't mean he has abandoned his Apocalypse NOW! cry. No, in fact, that one has become even more dramatic. As the decibels soar, Kyle twists his body and turns his shoulders so that his face is planted in his bed, as if he was shouting, "You better do as I say or I will EAT THIS MATTRESS!!!!" It's an empty threat, of course. First of all, Kyle couldn't possibly be hungry enough, since he likely ate just an hour earlier. Second, he has no teeth.

But Kyle is no longer a one-trick pony. These days, in addition to the Apocalypse NOW! cry, there's also the "Apocalypse Maybe," which often happens in the middle of the night. This is one or two major parent-waking wails, followed by a silence that could last an hour. Apparently Kyle woke in the middle of the night, thought he was drowning, screamed, realized he was only drooling, and then went back to sleep slightly embarrassed.

There's also the lesser "either the world is ending or I just want to suck on something" cry. Kyle performed this little act during his first trip to a restaurant last week, at a little dive bar known as the Park Slope Ale House. It's a lower-volume cry, and it often comes on slowly, gradually amplifying like a siren or a really annoying car alarm. It often can be stopped in time, if one is properly equipped. We were fortunate to have a pacifier with us that night, since Kyle thought my lager was too bitter.


(Above: Kyle & his dad at the Ale House)

Finally, there are those rare moments when Kyle doesn't cry at all. Sometimes he just kicks like crazy when he needs a diaper change. When he's hungry, he occasionally puts his hand to his mouth without making a sound, like he's doing in the picture I took below using a camera phone.



So, Kyle is getting better at communicating with us, which is a good thing. Hopefully he'll shed himself of the head-twisting Apocalypse NOW! scream before he gets too old. I don't think it would go over well on a date.

A Kyle grows in Brooklyn

Okay, time now for more cute pictures. Take a look at this one of Jennifer and Kyle, shot about a week and a half ago:



Now feast your eyes on this one, taken last Thursday during a trip to Brooklyn's Prospect Park:



Notice a difference? If you said that Kyle looks a bit larger, you're right. Last week, our little one went through what the experts call a "growth spurt." These things typically happen several times during the early weeks of life. Kyle packed on some extra baby fat in just a few days, and he's come dangerously close to growing out of a good number of his onesies. He soon may need to borrow my shorts.

All this growing has made Kyle HUNGRY. Last week, he would demand to be fed every hour, and each feeding would take about an hour and a half. One of Jennifer's friends, who gave birth a couple months before Kyle arrived, said a mother might as well keep her top off all day during these growth spurts. That way she'll be ready for the baby's constant cravings. While I frequently asked Jennifer to consider this sound advice, she chose not to take it, since being topless would make things a little awkward around here, especially when we have friends and relatives visiting. Instead, she had me use a bottle to help out a bit more with the feedings and prevent Kyle from devouring her. Fortunately for all of us, Kyle's growth spurt now appears to be over. His diapers no longer fit like they used to, and he seems to be able to kick farther, but we won't know just how much Kyle has grown until he goes to the pediatrician and makes another attempt at wetting the scale. We have a hunch he'll show some big gains.



The end of the growth spurt has given us more "happy Kyle" time, and less "psycho hungry angry Kyle" time. That's made us all feel better, and has allowed us to do things besides feeding him, such as showering and eating lunch ourselves. Who knows? If Kyle continues to be in such a good mood, we might go out to eat as a family. I'd certainly welcome that, because I think I might be going through a growth spurt myself. I could really go for a burger right now... or maybe two.

Rising above the Bar

It's been a bit tense in the Beaudry household these days. In case you haven't heard, Jennifer will be taking the New York State Bar Exam this week. She has spent the past three years preparing for this moment, and during the past two months, she has done nothing but eat, drink, and breathe in her legal studies. That is, nothing except give birth... but that was just a week off, and even then she considered bringing some review books to the hospital.

Jennifer set three goals for herself this year, which I earlier referred to as the "trifecta of insanity": graduate from law school, give birth to a beautiful but very heavy baby boy, and pass the bar. Two of those things are now complete. By Wednesday evening, it will all be over. On Thursday, we will wake up confused and unsure of what to do with ourselves. We might forget to wear underwear or socks. We might eat with our hands and talk in grunts. We might even watch "Wheel of Fortune." I just hope we don't accidentally try to put adult clothes on Kyle. My shirts are just not his style.

Until then, we're just doing all we can to help Jennifer study. My mom was here for two weeks to assist with Kyle duties so that Jennifer can review her notes for several hours straight each day. Meanwhile, I've been trying to support my studious wife. I even attempt to understand what she says from time to time, although, sadly, these days she hardly speaks anything but legal babble. Kyle is also pitching in by letting Jennifer sleep later into the night, and by helping her with some of the essay writing.


(Above: Kyle crashes after a full day of helping his mom study)

Once Jennifer is done with the Bar, she says she won't want to talk about it. That can be tricky, since there are plenty of things out there to remind her of the agony, but we'll do our best to avoid them. Starting Thursday, we're going to have to wash up with blocks of soap. If our sweet tooth is aching, we will have to buy a chocolate rectangle. And when Jennifer is finally done with that horrid exam, she will join some of her friends at an establishment that serves drinks on a long, wooden board. She deserves a good time.

So, keep Jennifer in mind on Tuesday and Wednesday. She has done all she can to prepare for this exam, but the extra support and prayers won't hurt. Also pray for Kyle. He'll have just his dad to take care of him during those two days, and who knows what will happen then.

Picture pages

Kyle has fantastic hearing. From a mile away, he can pick up the sound of his mom or dad taking the first bite into a sandwich, which then triggers the part of his brain in charge of crying. I'm not at all concerned about Kyle's hearing abilities. I am a little concerned about his sight, though. It must be difficult for him to focus on anything when every move he makes is accompanied by a camera flash.

I must admit I am partly to blame for that. Kyle's mother and I do take a lot of pictures of him. So do his grandparents. And our friends. And our neighbors. And our landlord. And the mailman. And the milkman. And the taxman. And the garbage men. And the grocery store clerks. And the bus drivers. And the taxi drivers. And the newspaper reporters. And the bank tellers. And the nuns. And the professional cheerleaders. And the bartenders. And the muggers. And the mayor. Now come to think of it, a lot of people have been taking pictures of Kyle. Yet I would still say Jennifer and I probably take the most.

It's hard to not take so many pictures of our little one, especially when we want to capture every special moment: Kyle takes a nap; Kyle naps some more; Kyle goes surfing. However, there was that one point when I took a picture of Kyle's first piece of mail when I thought to myself, "Are we going a little too far?" The answer, of course, is subjective - those who don't currently have babies would probably say "yes," while those who do would say "can I answer you later? My kid's hungry and crying and - oh, no, that's the fifteenth onesie I've had to change this morning!"

Fortunately for everyone (but mostly for the grandparents), I have put together a collection of photos from Kyle's first month. Some were taken by us, and some were taken by our family and friends. You can see them by clicking the picture below:

Kyle's First Month

However, because this album is of Kyle's first month, it doesn't contain any photos from the past week, including cute ones like this one...



... and this one...



... and this one...



and even this one...



You will have to wait 'til the next album for those.

But wait, there's more! You can now click on the picture at the bottom of each of my blog postings to see a whole album of Kyle resting comfortably in a chair next to his bear buddy. I will update that album every week.

Okay - I have to go now. Kyle's moving his left foot right now and I need to grab the camera to capture it.

Milk duds

As Jennifer and I plunged into parenthood, our generous friends and family inundated us with a flood of gifts, including a fine piece of literature called Safe Baby Handling Tips. Many of you probably have seen some of the tips included in this book, as they have been spread throughout the internet. Our friends Jon and Dara, who are due in December, even posted some of these tips on their blog. Sociologists and pediatricians agree that if every parent followed the advice offered in Safe Baby Handling Tips, we probably wouldn't have all the problems we have in the world today. Thanks to this book, I know now that I shouldn't keep Kyle in a cage, wash him with a garden hose, or calm him down with booze (at least not until a few years from now). There's one particular tip, though, that I felt you should see:

Our little Kyle hasn't quite mastered this concept. Let's just say, as of now, Kyle is not picky about where his nutrition comes from... and for some reason, he seems to think that nutrition can come from me.

This does put a slight damper on our cuddle time. Just when I think Kyle's resting comfortably, he gets that wild look in his eyes, and then starts scaling Mount Dave, wiggling his body, kicking his legs, and bobbing his head up and down with his mouth wide open. There's no stopping him as he squirms left and right, in pursuit of that elusive fountain of milk. I try to reason with him, but he becomes more persistent than ever, letting out wails as he unsuccessfully tries my arm, my armpit, the left side of my chest, the right side of my chest, the middle of my chest, and, if I let him, my nose. I tell him that I can't help him, but the screams get only louder. Sometimes I manage to calm him down by giving him a finger, a bottle, or a steak, but that goes only so far. Eventually Jennifer comes to the rescue and provides Kyle with a proper feeding.

Of course, there is an upside to Kyle's confusion. We now know that Kyle is hungry whenever he starts sucking on my shirt, and the bobbing of his head is certainly helping with developing his neck muscles. However, I am a little leery of doing the "skin to skin" bonding, as recommended by some baby books. I would have to place him on my bare chest... and, well, I'm a bit concerned that he might try some serious milking and put me in a lot of pain.

I'm guessing Kyle will eventually grow out of this phase, perhaps before puberty. We'll probably wait, though, until long after grade school to show him the video we took of one of his unsuccessful hunts for milk. Maybe we'll just hold onto that until he gets a serious girlfriend.