Babies: Puppies in Disguise?

Over the past few months, my friend Danielle and I have been doing some incredibly unscientific research about the similarities between babies and puppies. We’re still racking them up, but here are our stupendously non-academic findings for your consideration.

First, if you are attempting to raise either a baby or a puppy, you should be prepared to wipe up buckets of drool. And poop. The drool stops sooner with babies, and the poop (mostly) stops sooner with a properly housetrained puppy. However, be warned that sneezes in your face will be wet, slobbery, and frequent for longer than you care to imagine. Honestly, there will not be a shortage of disgusting substances from either one for as long as you have them. And you will be left with many tiny teeth marks as souvenirs of their passage through your home.

Second, the training of both babies and puppies will involve a lot of bribery. Guiding them to proper behavior with love is a fabulous theory, but keep treats in your pockets just in case your little bundle doesn’t stick with the program. Shiny and/or noisy objects work wonders, and so does food. Did you know that they make Kong-type things for babies too? A little peanut butter in the puppy Kong or a frozen cube of applesauce in the baby version, and you’ve got yourself a little peace and quiet, Mama.


Third, they both speak alien languages but are really good at letting you know what they want. You’ll get the hang of it pretty quickly, and find yourself translating unintelligible noises to friends like this: “Oh that? He wants to go outside and play with his teddy bear under the tree by fence.” And the kisses – oh, the kisses! Wet, slobbery, entirely disgusting if anyone else tried it, but completely adorable when given by baby or puppy. Last but not least, never underestimate the therapeutic benefits of a good belly rub. Your baby or your puppy will be putty in your hands (and might just take a good, long nap!)

No wonder babies and puppies make great best friends! If we missed any glaring similarities that you can think of, let me know in the comments!

(Un) Silent Night

Things that have happened since 2:30 am in Neverland:

– PJ has been fed.
– PJ has paged me to roll him over. Twice.
– I have done the math about how much sleep I would be able to get and still get ready for work.
– I have discovered that doing math at 3 am wakes me up too much to get back to sleep at all.
– I have come downstairs to find Roxie the cat crying in front of the pantry.
– Velma the cat has been released from the pantry (sorry kitty).
– I have made both juice and coffee.
– I have eyed up (and rejected, don’t worry) the bottle of Bailey’s for my coffee.
– I have watched Roxie & Velma take turns scaring each other with wrapping paper.
– I have loaded up the car with all the paraphernalia of getting a baby to the sitter’s for the day.
– I have fantasized about having a napping nook installed under my desk like George Costanza.

And now it’s time to wake the baby back up, and even though it would be sweet revenge for anyone else, I just hate to disturb him when he finally looks so comfy and peaceful!

Tiny Little Tantrums

My six month old is already a champion tantrum thrower. He started early, this is him at three months:


Flailing arms, beating feet, etc. We see these little fits of pique when dinner doesn’t arrive fast enough, when he has to get in the car seat, and when he’s in time out.

Yup, you read that right. He’s developed a little biting problem, which Mommy especially does not appreciate at mealtime. So, when he bites he gets put down. And then he gets MAD! Kicking, screaming, throwing himself all over. I give him a second, then I’ll pick him up, calm him down, have him give me a kiss, and then (if he refrains from biting my nose), I let him eat again.

This makes feeding times last a long, long time. He’s lucky he’s so cute when he’s behaving!


And yes, I’m trying hard not to think of the teenage years!

Decisions, Decisions

I absolutely love watching PJ waking up to the idea that he can participate in the world. He’s finding new ways to move his little body, experimenting with new sounds, and wanting to be involved with everything! My favorite thing is that when we read stories now, he snuggles right up to lay his cheek on my cheek and look at the pictures with me.

The other awesome thing is this:


We’ve moved most of his toys to his very own shelf, and now he gets to decide what to play with for himself! My mom discovered this, she carried him over the other day and he just started reaching for his favorite things, so now it’s a new fun game for baby.

He takes decision making very seriously, too. I hold him up, and he sticks his fingers in his mouth and chews on them, and studies everything on the shelf. I can tell when he’s decided because he gets this big grin on his face and sure enough, about a second later he starts reaching out. Then I hand whatever it is to him, he gets the biggest smile and giggles, and then…he bites whatever it is.

We’ll be working on those good friend/naughty friend decisions a little later on.

Changing Conversations

Once upon a time, not so long ago, I could have a complete conversation, in full grown up sentences. Many of these conversations took place with my BFF Anne, who is still not completely forgiven for up and moving most of the way across the country (years ago, but who’s counting?)

But now that I have a 5.5 month old, and she has a newborn, phone calls go like this:

{After two days’ worth of phone tag}

Anne: Did you get my message the other day? Did PJ….[to older son] Alex, I don’t know where it is, ask Dad…sorry, when did PJ….[to husband Mark] well, can you help him look for it please?…howlonguntilhesleptthroughthenight?

PJ: ::whimper whimper::

Me: Sorry, what?…[to husband Paul] It’s Anne. Can you take the baby for a minute?

Anne: Sleeping. All night. When? Plleeease say soon. [To baby Michael] Mommy’s talking, say hi to Aunt Shan!

Michael: ::coo coo burp coo::

Me: Awwww…hi baby!

Paul: Here, I think PJ’s hungry.

PJ (clearly jealous, grabs phone and licks it): Gaaaahh! Gaaaahh!

Anne: I guess five hours is good, right?

Me: Five hours of what? [to PJ] No biting Mommy! Now you have to wait.

Anne: Five hour stretch of sleep.

PJ: Weh Weh Weh Whhaaaaaaaaa

Me: [to PJ] Ok, you can eat more but no biting….Yeah, five hours is good for a month old!

Michael: ::coo coo hiccup coo:: Weh Weh Weh

Anne: Where’s your pacifier, buddy? Yeah, I thought that was good, but I couldn’t remember. Oh, did you see the….

Michael: Wwwwaaaaaahhhhhhh!

PJ: Wwwwaaaaaahhhhhhh!

Paul/Mark: Is he hungry?

Me/Anne: OK, talk to you later. Bye.

Bedtime Snuggles

This is another topic where I know someone will read it, then laugh at me and say – “oh, just wait until he’s older!” I know that what I’m about to say won’t always be the case, which is exactly why I’m taking the time to enjoy it now.

Bedtime is my favorite routine of the day. Even on busy days when I get home late and tired and still have things I need to get done, I look forward to the cuddles.

First comes bathtime, which he loves. And seriously, is there anything better than the smell of freshly washed baby? Then he gets a bedtime snack nursing session, which he falls asleep while eating half the time.

If he’s still awake after his snack, we read a book together. He is just starting to get interested in the pictures, mostly in wanting to know how they taste. After stories, it’s good night kisses from Mommy and Daddy, then bedtime prayers. We stick with the classic “Now I lay me down to sleep…” and keep it short and simple.

Then more kisses, and into the crib he goes. Some nights he talks himself to sleep, but most of the time he is out like a light before I leave the room.


That’s if we ever made it upstairs in the first place haha! Being a baby is exhausting!