<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:54:52.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean Michael's World</title><subtitle type='html'>Sean Michael Considine is Joy and James' little man, our first (non-furry) child. Family and friends can come here to visit with Sean and watch him grow!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-6648170818054323911</id><published>2009-02-23T16:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:02:48.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean Goes to NYC For the First Time</title><content type='html'>Too bad it was only for a few hours. Sadly, it was an unpleasant mission - Sean's Great Aunt Mary entered the hospital for the last time late last week, and we wanted to get down to the city one last time. She had battled cancer for 15 years, and it was time. She was a great lady, and was her true self until her final days. Her many friends and loved ones will miss her for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/SaMa4J9U0kI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-ym6xgNgJkA/s1600-h/sean-NYC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/SaMa4J9U0kI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-ym6xgNgJkA/s320/sean-NYC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306114338020708930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sean made the best of it, though, as he always seems to do (save the meltdown at the rest-stop due to no mid-day nap). We even got to eat in a real live NYC restaurant - probably nothing you'd see in Zagat's, but we needed something fast, and UrbanSpoon didn't let us down. We tried to get a picture with a taxi in the background, but no luck. And despite the sad circumstances, Sean had a nice visit with his Nani and Popi, as well as Auntie Laura and Uncle Pete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Sean has been saying "please" when prompted, for some time now, but has been giving an unsolicited "thank you mommy" whenever Mom gets him something he's asked for. It is simply the cutest thing ever. So sweet. Makes you want to give him stuff just to hear him say it. It's a nice companion to "bless you Mommy", or even "bless you Sean-ie" after a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean also discovered his shadow. Much like the photos of his friends and cousins on our fridge, he offered the shadow some of his dinner, and bid it "good-bye shadow" when it was time to turn off the light and go upstairs for tubby. We now have another tool to try to get him to eat his dinner. Usually after he offers a bite to shadow, Cookie Monster, Elmo, Pooh, or any number of his cousin's photos, he pops whatever it is into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help us when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; stops working too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-6648170818054323911?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6648170818054323911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=6648170818054323911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6648170818054323911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6648170818054323911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2009/02/sean-goes-to-nyc-for-first-time.html' title='Sean Goes to NYC For the First Time'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/SaMa4J9U0kI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-ym6xgNgJkA/s72-c/sean-NYC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-3898924204361161231</id><published>2009-02-17T12:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:05:45.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New for Spring: Pooh Sunglasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/SZr61PMh8EI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZH4pQcd47Lw/s1600-h/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/SZr61PMh8EI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZH4pQcd47Lw/s320/glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303827303701278786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sean loves Winnie-the-Pooh. He also loves watching the Pooh DVD in the playroom downstairs on weekends. When he goes to school, he asks mom to put Pooh on the stereo (we have the "book-on-tape" version on the iPod). When it's time to go home, Sean asks for Pooh again. When it's time to sit down for supper, Sean wants to have a little background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it, Pooh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mom has heard the Pooh story many, many, many, many times. But hey, if it keeps Sean happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time, Sean has had a little Cookie Monster figure that never left his hand. We went out and got backups, in case something ever happened to Cookie. Everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Sean isn't talking about Cookie so much - now it's "glasses". Which happen to be Pooh glasses. God help us if something happens to them. We have no backups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday #2 is coming, in case you needed a gift idea ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-3898924204361161231?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3898924204361161231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=3898924204361161231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/3898924204361161231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/3898924204361161231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-for-spring-pooh-sunglasses.html' title='New for Spring: Pooh Sunglasses'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/SZr61PMh8EI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZH4pQcd47Lw/s72-c/glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-1915766708702340743</id><published>2009-02-10T13:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:44:02.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Reactivate BSM</title><content type='html'>We are back from a blogging hiatus of sorts. We've been having so much fun around our home that we haven't had time to tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick re-cap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean has had several firsts, including beach vacation, pony ride, trip to the Scottish Games, trip on an airplane, wedding, meal at the big table with no high-chair, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been talking in sentences for about a month now, and has a rather extensive vocabulary that seems to grow daily. We've stopped counting at 500 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite things of the moment include: Cookie Monster, Elmo, Winnie-the-Pooh, his broom (for sweeping up around the house), mini Dyson vacuum cleaner, and the Cat in the Hat (especially the goldfish who serves as the voice of reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean has been in fairly good health this winter, thankfully, and hasn't had a seizure in several months (thanks to the anti-seizure drugs). Our little guy is not a baby anymore, but a little boy now. Which is a little sad. It's true what they say - kids grow up just too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more timely updates and photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-1915766708702340743?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1915766708702340743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=1915766708702340743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/1915766708702340743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/1915766708702340743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-reactivate-bsm.html' title='Time to Reactivate BSM'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-8070609916350142197</id><published>2008-05-14T19:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:47:32.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's FUN to be ONE!</title><content type='html'>On April 3rd Sean celebrated his first birthday with mom and dad, followed by a big bash a few days later with lots of family and friends.  That's right, our little baby is a baby no more! He's officially a walking, talking, regular-food-eating toddler!  How did that happen?!  What a year it has been—he's gone from a teeny 6-lb-9-oz baby to a 22-pound little boy with quite the personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his favorite things to do is dance, whether music is playing or not, that boy has got moves! Now that the weather has gotten nicer, we have been spending more time outside, which Sean loves. When he's outside he's on a mission-he walks around looking for sticks, then just carries them around talking and pointing. Every night while I'm getting his tub ready he likes to play hide-and-seek, naked of course, laughing and squealing while he "runs" around the bathroom hiding behind the vanity. He's also become very affectionate, and loves to give lots of hugs and sloppy kisses which we think is just the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention he's talking?? It seems like every day he adds words to his vocabulary. Right now he's in a B-phase preferring words beginning with "B" such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye-bye, ball, book, ba-ba&lt;/span&gt;(for bottle), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bah&lt;/span&gt; (as in "what does a sheep say?") but he also says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dada, mama, nana, more, dog, door, stick, sock, hi, ut-oh, no, pooh, &lt;/span&gt;and his most favorite of all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what's that?"&lt;/span&gt; which actually sounds more like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"zat?"&lt;/span&gt; which he says while pointing at everything he sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he is walking (sometimes so fast it's practically running) he is into everything. We can't turn our back on him for a second because he's either heading straight for the dog's water bowl, the light cord, the outlet, the fireplace, or the stairs. He's learned to open drawers and cabinets, and although we thought we had baby-proofed pretty well, he's always finding new dangerous things to explore and get his little fingers into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having so much fun watching our little boy grow and learn and can't wait to see what the next year will bring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-8070609916350142197?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/8070609916350142197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=8070609916350142197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/8070609916350142197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/8070609916350142197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-fun-to-be-one.html' title='It&apos;s FUN to be ONE!'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-7745331000542137693</id><published>2008-02-18T20:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:09:29.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Beloved Amber 12/5/94-2/9/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R7oyFYDfivI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iQWLkWWC8To/s1600-h/ad-closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R7oyFYDfivI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iQWLkWWC8To/s320/ad-closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168498590298901234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are deeply saddened by the loss of our dear Amber. She was a wonderful dog and we we feel such a large void without her greeting us with a big wag when we come home. We have so many great memories of those short thirteen years she lived. From her crazy puppy antics chewing everything to the most recent days when she loved to lick little Sean's hands clean after he'd eaten. Anyone who spent any time with Amber could tell she was a special soul. She was so smart that we had to spell some of her favorite things so she wouldn't get too excited. C-A-M-P, where she loved to run around, swim, take rides in the boat and in her younger years make running jumps off the dock to fetch sticks; and W-A-L-K, she loved all walks from a short little jaunt around the neighborhood to the longer walks during the winter months when we'd take her to the golf course where she loved to make snow angels.  She will be greatly missed, and we only hope that our fond memories will remain as the pain we feel from her loss decreases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-7745331000542137693?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7745331000542137693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=7745331000542137693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/7745331000542137693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/7745331000542137693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-beloved-amber-12594-2908.html' title='Our Beloved Amber 12/5/94-2/9/08'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R7oyFYDfivI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iQWLkWWC8To/s72-c/ad-closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-7772972637365497012</id><published>2008-02-04T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:09:29.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday - Many Firsts For Sean!</title><content type='html'>Greetings, loyal BSM readers, and happy halfway through winter...Sean has had a very big month (number 10 if you're counting) in January, capped off by his first ever Super Bowl, Super Bowl party at Al and Judy's, and first ever football pool win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R6e0-N-QDeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GPCVREfE9MA/s1600-h/2242504705_df0bfbcddf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R6e0-N-QDeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GPCVREfE9MA/s320/2242504705_df0bfbcddf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163294478799212002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al and Judy are our very dear next door neighbors, and are one of the best things about living on our block. For years now, they've had a Super Bowl party, and this year Sean was invited too. Naturally, he came dressed appropriately, wearing his Jeremy Shockey #80 jersey. Sean didn't realize that Al (and most of the gathered fans) were rooting for the Giants, and that his dad was a Giants fan back when he was a kid, growing up downstate, when they were having 4-12 seasons, before they won the Super Bowl in '86 and everyone became a Giants fan...but I digress. Our neighbor John is such a big Giants fan that he needed to watch the game at home where he could focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the traditions of Al and Judy's party is a high-stakes pool - $2.50 per person for a jillion squares. (The winning grid can be found right &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/babyseanmichael/2242505279/sizes/o/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). Turns out that Sean had the magic numbers for all of the quarters plus the final - that's $32.00 more for the college fund. Thanks Al and Judy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean is cruising about very easily nowadays, and is making small strides towards eating more grown-up foods. He's got the Gerber Puffs pretty well down, but hasn't quite taken to some of the other entrees. Apparently, it may take up to a dozen or more tries before a baby will like something new. In the meantime, he's still doing fine with his old standby, cereal and baby food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday Sean is moving to a new school - after 4 long months on the waiting list, Sean's number finally came up. This is a brand new, state of the art facility, with lots of classrooms named for woodland creatures, an indoor race track with baby cars, and super soft flooring everywhere to catch stumbling babies. We can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unfortunate news, we learned that our furry oldest child, Amber, has developed some tumors that don't appear to be treatable. We are brokenhearted to learn this - she is the best dog ever, and even though she's 13, it still seems too short. They say that's a dog's only real fault - they just don't live long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-7772972637365497012?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7772972637365497012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=7772972637365497012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/7772972637365497012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/7772972637365497012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl-sunday-many-firsts-for-sean.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday - Many Firsts For Sean!'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R6e0-N-QDeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GPCVREfE9MA/s72-c/2242504705_df0bfbcddf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-5141242469089581105</id><published>2007-12-30T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:09:30.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And to all a good night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R3gc7AQNbcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r5sdH0mKccg/s1600-h/DSCF0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R3gc7AQNbcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r5sdH0mKccg/s320/DSCF0983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149897973904010690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays, BSM fans! And thanks to all who sent Sean gifts for his first Christmas. It was a great close to a blessed year for the Considine/Kocsis family - Sean is the best gift we could have hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean received gifts from all sorts of friends and loved ones - some came from far off lands, like Ireland. Sean received so many great toys that we have set up a play room in our guest bedroom. It's not quite finished yet, so stay tuned for a photo of Sean enjoying his new playroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean made some big strides from Thanksgiving to December. At Thanksgiving dinner this year, Sean previewed his crawling ability for the gathered family, by rocking back and forth a little on his hands and knees, and taking a few halting moves forward. Now he's able to cruise across the floor in seconds, and usually straight for the most dangerous thing in the vicinity - electric outlets, cords to appliances, sharp objects, etc. Even though the house has been re-baby-proofed, he still has a way of finding the most dangerous thing left in any area. During the week before xmas, Sean learned how to pull himself up in his crib. Now we are greeted each morning by his smiling face, with him standing up in his crib. It took only a day or two for him to get back down once he'd climbed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R3gemgQNbdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jHw4rWYcUOo/s1600-h/DSCF0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R3gemgQNbdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jHw4rWYcUOo/s200/DSCF0979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149899820739947986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R3gfCwQNbeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/F-j9EEqrSe8/s1600-h/DSCF0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R3gfCwQNbeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/F-j9EEqrSe8/s200/DSCF0980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149900306071252450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R3gfSwQNbfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/v03WwWnYAPw/s1600-h/DSCF0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R3gfSwQNbfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/v03WwWnYAPw/s200/DSCF0981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149900580949159410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As these photos depict, Sean has transferred his climbing skills to just about everything he can, including these baby gates, other toys and furniture, even people. He is even taking steps while holding onto things, which means (gulp) walking can't be too far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this crawling, climbing and walking takes a lot of energy. Fortunately, Sean loves to eat (usually). One of his favorite parts of eating meals now is the cleanup help he gets from Amber and Buddy. All Sean needs to do is hold his hand low enough to reach a dog, and the tongue does the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R3gg1AQNbgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9zCTMyw3k4k/s1600-h/DSCF0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R3gg1AQNbgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9zCTMyw3k4k/s320/DSCF0975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149902268871306754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you and yours had a wonderful holiday season - only a few months until spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-5141242469089581105?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/5141242469089581105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=5141242469089581105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/5141242469089581105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/5141242469089581105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-to-all-good-night.html' title='And to all a good night!'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/R3gc7AQNbcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r5sdH0mKccg/s72-c/DSCF0983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-2101374232945217816</id><published>2007-11-25T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:02:22.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean is officially mobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/babyseanmichael/2062778232/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2154/2062778232_eabba54866_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/babyseanmichael/2062778232/"&gt;On the Move!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/babyseanmichael/"&gt;mtb_james&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sean has officially crawled from one place to another, with the purpose of reaching a toy, thus making him a mobile baby. It's all over for mom and dad now - no longer can we put Sean somewhere and have any assurance that he will stay there. Actually, he has been moving himself around for a while now, usually by rolling. Like a sailor tacking her sail into a headwind, Sean angles his rolls to cross a lot of territory in a short period. As a crawler now, we have to re-evaluate the entire house from floor level to 12", and Sean-proof everything anew. Pretty soon he'll be taking his first steps - his first request for the car keys can't be too far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean also experienced his first Turkey Day on Thursday. The family all came over, ostensibly to have dinner, but we know everyone was here to see him. In fact, we had an open seat at the dining table, while it was a full house in the kitchen (where the kids usually eat). Sweet potatoes and corn topped his menu - next year he will have enough teeth and chewing practice to have turkey and fixin's with the rest of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, Sean tops the list of things we are thankful for this year. He truly is the best thing to happen to us. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-2101374232945217816?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/2101374232945217816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=2101374232945217816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/2101374232945217816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/2101374232945217816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-move.html' title='Sean is officially mobile'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2154/2062778232_eabba54866_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-8875128902303605837</id><published>2007-11-11T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:09:30.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No more toothless grin</title><content type='html'>Our little guy is growing so fast. Sean is seven-and-a-half months old, I can't believe how fast the time has flown by. It seems like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital. Now he's got two teeth, and loves to use them on his baby food. He can even sit and hold his own bottle just like a big boy :) He's chatting away. He's got dada and baba down, now if only he knew what those words meant. . . Sean loves the sound of his own voice, he likes to "sing" himself to sleep and talk to himself &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/Rzj9CecPRCI/AAAAAAAAADs/LBa0fTK7gGA/s1600-h/DSCF0849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/Rzj9CecPRCI/AAAAAAAAADs/LBa0fTK7gGA/s320/DSCF0849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132129994361750562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when he wakes up in the morning. I have to say I love his voice too. There's no better sound than the sound of his laugh. Sean is a man on the move. He's getting so close to crawling. I fully expect, that one of these days, I'll pick him up at daycare and he'll crawl over to me. He gets up on his hands and knees rocks back and forth, like he's revving up the engine. Even though he can't crawl, he's not content to stay in one place, he can wiggle and roll his way just about anywhere. All that wiggling can tire a boy out - he's been sleeping 10-11 hours a night and can fall sleep just about anywhere, as proven recently when he fell asleep in his exersaucer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean has become very interested in the world around him and finds the dogs very entertaining. He tries to pet them, but it usually turns out more like pulling and grabbing, which they are not so fond of. We're working on learning the concept of being gentle. For now the dogs can just get up and walk away when they've had enough. For the dog's sake, I hope Sean masters "gentle" at the same time he masters crawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RzdIy-cPRBI/AAAAAAAAADk/OzpPviXpnBc/s1600-h/s41103cc112274_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RzdIy-cPRBI/AAAAAAAAADk/OzpPviXpnBc/s320/s41103cc112274_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131650341004067858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sean celebrated his first Halloween last month. I don't think he quite knew what to make of it, but he was a good sport and let us dress him up as a koala bear(the cutest koala bear ever, I might say!) We just had his portrait taken in his costume. I thought for sure this portrait session would go smoother than the last one, but remember all that wiggling I mentioned, well, we were lucky the shots weren't blurry the way he was moving around. We still managed to get some pretty adorable shots as you can see here. And were able to get a shot of him for our holiday cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean is really looking forward to his first turkey day, an evening with family and food, two of his favorite things.  This year we have a great deal to be thankful for. We have been truly blessed by our wonderful son. We couldn't ask for more, and are enjoying every minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-8875128902303605837?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/8875128902303605837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=8875128902303605837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/8875128902303605837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/8875128902303605837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-toothless-grin.html' title='No more toothless grin'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/Rzj9CecPRCI/AAAAAAAAADs/LBa0fTK7gGA/s72-c/DSCF0849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-332737735848377230</id><published>2007-10-07T18:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:09:30.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Vacation - Sean Sits up By Himself Now!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lengthy hiatus, loyal BSM fans (that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;aby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ichael). There is much to report. First, you'll no doubt notice a bit of a makeover for the site - just keeping it fresh (as fresh as one can averaging 1 post a month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean has been a baby on the go this summer - in August he went to Lake Placid with mom and dad on a brief getaway before dad started his new job. It was a pretty fancy place, &lt;a href="http://www.mirrorlakeinn.com/"&gt;The Mirror Lake Inn&lt;/a&gt;, where Sean was able to try pool swimming. You can't tell from the photo, but he did enjoy it. Sean made lots of friends, especially one nice server who walked him around the hotel so mom and dad could enjoy their overpriced dinner. This hotel is known for its service, but we sure didn't expect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RwobFTD8wlI/AAAAAAAAADU/fjI6puO6weY/s1600-h/DSCF0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RwobFTD8wlI/AAAAAAAAADU/fjI6puO6weY/s320/DSCF0779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118933704290124370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that, Sean attended his first Ring of Fire up at camp. On the last night of summer, usually the night before Labor Day, everyone on the Great Sacandaga Lake builds a giant bonfire, and then lights it when it gets dark. This year none of the grownups had to build the bonfire (which usually involves many trips to the wooded part of the property to collect blown-down branches), which we were very grateful for. It's a backbreaking job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day after Labor Day, dad started a new job at &lt;a href="http://www.vertisinc.com/"&gt;Vertis Communications&lt;/a&gt;, a printing and advertising company. It's a better job than his old one, but involves some traveling, which is not too bad so far. We get plenty of bonding time over dinner, bath, bottle and story (our nightly routine) . Having completed many of Dr. Seuss' fine tales, as well as some more contemporary authors, we're now deep into Winnie-The-Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long after the Ring of Fire, Sean went to his Nani and Popi's 40th Wedding anniversary party, put on by his dad and the siblings. Sean got to meet his cousins Amy, Kelly, Rebecca, Daniel, Sabrina and Alaina for the first time, as well as Aunt Annemarie and Uncle David. Not to mention dad's many cousins, aunts and uncles, and even Sean's great-grandma Vera. Sean had a blast - he really does love gatherings. Everyone lives so far away from each other that it takes something like this for everyone to get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/babyseanmichael/1446867845/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1398/1446867845_2e78d32bc2.jpg" alt="I can sit up on my own!!" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're in the Fall, Sean is hitting his stride with some development milestones. He started sitting up all by himself about a week ago, and is getting close to trying a crawl. Teeth are coming, which is painful, and Sean is counting down to his first Halloween, for which he and mom will dress as a Koala bear and tree. You can probably guess who will be who. Photos will of course be posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-332737735848377230?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/332737735848377230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=332737735848377230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/332737735848377230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/332737735848377230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-so-sure-about-this.html' title='Back from Vacation - Sean Sits up By Himself Now!'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RwobFTD8wlI/AAAAAAAAADU/fjI6puO6weY/s72-c/DSCF0779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-6679896767045492028</id><published>2007-08-14T09:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:09:30.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean Loves the Water - And Realized He Has Feet</title><content type='html'>We've brought Sean up to Joy's family camp on the Great Sacandaga for a couple of weekends now, and he seems to be enjoying the vibe up there. Naturally, our furry kids have always loved camp - we have to say C-A-M-P around Amber as she knows what the word means and starts freaking out whenever we say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RsGowX6ZGCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/miWLvQuDzb8/s1600-h/1102817067_0b58dfe702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RsGowX6ZGCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/miWLvQuDzb8/s320/1102817067_0b58dfe702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098541802166229026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here you can see Sean "swimming" - he's actually just standing on my feet in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing Sean for a swim is a multi-step process:&lt;br /&gt;- Swim diaper? Check&lt;br /&gt;- Swimsuit? Check&lt;br /&gt;- SPF Protection Shirt? Check&lt;br /&gt;- Baby Sunscreen? Check&lt;br /&gt;- Sunglasses? Check&lt;br /&gt;- Sun hat? Check&lt;br /&gt;- Kevlar bullet proof safety cocoon? Not needed after 3 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; we can go swimming. Or wading really. But Sean loves water. Even bath time, which we've started doing every night before bed in an effort to help him sleep through the night. It isn't really working yet, but he's clean and fresh-smelling every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also discovered his feet, and can be found grabbing them while laying in his crib. He's also usually talking to himself at the same time, generally happy with life at that moment. Of course, that happiness can evaporate in the blink of an eye - sometimes it comes back quickly. Other times, it doesn't come back for a loooooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-6679896767045492028?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6679896767045492028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=6679896767045492028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6679896767045492028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6679896767045492028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/08/sean-loves-water-and-realized-he-has.html' title='Sean Loves the Water - And Realized He Has Feet'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RsGowX6ZGCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/miWLvQuDzb8/s72-c/1102817067_0b58dfe702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-5824959447097523644</id><published>2007-07-31T14:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:12:17.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean Says "G" and "B" Now</title><content type='html'>Hello, loyal Sean's Blog fans. We've had an incredibly busy month of July this year. Here's a quick re-cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our annual summertime party at our home, this time to welcome Sean into our community and have a brief naming/tree planting ceremony. About 50 or so of our friends, family and neighbors joined us for what turned out to be a pretty nice day. Dr. Gerard Vallone, a longtime family friend (who also married us) was the officiant, presiding over Sean's naming, and the planting of a River Birch tree in the front yard for Sean. We also welcomed little Conal, new son of cousin Felice (&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1147/822133158_a6cc7b1490.jpg?v=0"&gt;photo here&lt;/a&gt;) to our home for the first time. All in all, a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks later, we had our first road trip and stay overnight in a strange place. My cousin David got married in the Boston area, and we all went. (Well, the dogs stayed home). It was Sean's first chance to meet his Uncles Pete and Mike, and Aunt Laura, as well as cousins and Great-grandma Vera. Naturally, Sean was happy to meet and greet everyone, though it was very tiring, and he eventually wound up napping through the reception. Thankfully, he's a great sleeper - the brass band hired for the reception was, well, brassy and quite loud. We weren't sure how he'd do on a 3 hour car trip - in the end, he was fine for 2 1/2 hours of it, getting quite fussy towards the end. Come to think of it, I get quite fussy after a couple of hours in the car, so either he's ahead or I'm behind. The hotel was kind enough to roll in a crib for Sean, but he didn't really care for it. I know how he feels - nothing beats one's own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Sean has become quite accustomed to his routine of waking up with dad, having a bottle and a burp, playing with mom for a little while, then heading off to school. After a quick nap in the car (which often extends) he gets to see all his pals at school. The other tots gather around Sean's car seat when he comes in the morning, and more than one teacher has indicated her interest in taking him home. Who can blame them? Mom gets to visit during lunch, and for the most part, it seems to be working out just fine. He is generous with the smiles, and can be coaxed into a laugh or two with some peek-a-boo. It's amazing that game still works on kids, with all the new fangled technology, dvds, interweb, iPhones and the like. And despite all his Baby Einstein toys, his favorite plaything is a plain, white cloth diaper. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean has also achieved some developmental milestones. He's vocalizing quite a lot nowadays, and is a big fan of the letter G. Guh, guh, guh he says. Or buh - that's a recent addition. The rest of the time it's vowels of some sort - oooh, mostly. He's also started grabbing for things and putting them in his mouth. It seems like just days ago that he had no interest at all in the many hanging toys in his bouncy chair. Interestingly, he prefers reaching with his little left hand - if we were more superstitious, or living in the last century, we might be inclined to discourage his southpaw tendencies, but, we're not, so we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we have to mention Sean's first haircut. He's been gradually losing it around the back and sides, until he had a little on top, and a little mullet at the bottom of his head. A few minutes with the trimmer took care of that. We put those soft little locks in an envelope for safekeeping. He looks very dapper now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also been watching the Tour de France with great interest. Sadly, all of the controversy with riders being hopped up on goofballs, ProCrit, or other things (like someone else's blood) definitely dampened the enthusiasm for the whole thing. I suppose it's just the reality of competitive sports these days, but it is still sad that everyone seems to be hopped up on something out there as they compete. (Barry Bonds is a great hitter and all, but would he really have hit all those home runs on his own? My brief statistical tests indicate that there is no chance that the huge increase in Home Runs per game and Home Runs per at bat after 1998 is explainable by mere chance. Hmmm....) Sean is definitely anti-doping - we had a lengthy discussion about it after Michael Rasmussen (Tour leader at the time) was kicked out of the race. If Sean ever gets into sports, he's going to do it clean. Same goes for music, acting, accounting, or whatever else he may be drawn to - he doesn't like cheaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English football season begins in August - yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-5824959447097523644?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/5824959447097523644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=5824959447097523644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/5824959447097523644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/5824959447097523644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/07/sean-says-g-and-b-now_31.html' title='Sean Says &quot;G&quot; and &quot;B&quot; Now'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-8260741941163221674</id><published>2007-07-06T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:59:50.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work...</title><content type='html'>Well, the honeymoon is over, back to reality. Two big things happened this week, Mom started back to work and Sean started child care. Both were harder on mom than on Sean.  Having to leave him for the first time with a stranger was so difficult. While I know he is in good hands,  those hands aren't mine and I really miss him. Dad went with us on our first day for moral support and to make sure Mom wasn't a basket case. Sean was pretty good about it, he didn't even seem to notice when we left, and I got to go to my office and have a good cry. Since it is right next door I get to go visit him a lot, which I have already taken advantage of. The teachers are going to get sick of me, but it definitely helps with the baby withdrawals. It is nice to be back at work and talk to adults. It was strange the first day, it felt like my first day at a new job.  It's going to take awhile to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;re-acclimate&lt;/span&gt; to the hectic pace of day to day life in an office and crazy deadlines again. My biggest deadlines for the past few months were imposed by a crying baby who didn't want to wait the 5 minutes it takes to warm up a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think Sean will enjoy child care. He's definitely the hit of the room. Being not only the new kid, but the youngest and the only boy. He's getting lots of attention. It could be because his needs are greater, the other kids can crawl and sit up on their own but I think being devilishly handsome also helps. His second day in and he's already gotten an incident report on his permanent record and his first cold. I was a little taken aback when they told me when I picked him up I needed to sign and date an incident report, I thought that something terrible must have happened—then she showed me a tiny little scratch on his temple (he's given himself much worse with his sharp little finger nails). Apparently the teacher was reaching to pick him up, he moved, and she scratched him. Not much of an incident in my opinion, but better to be overly cautious I guess. As for his cold, I knew it was bound to happen, just thought he would at least get through a full week without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sleeping better, not sure if it is just that he is finally establishing a good sleep pattern, or if all the excitement of his days watching the other kids play and crawl around is exhausting him. Either way, I'm appreciating the extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zzzzs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-8260741941163221674?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/8260741941163221674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=8260741941163221674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/8260741941163221674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/8260741941163221674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work...'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-7621782926006976575</id><published>2007-06-29T09:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:15:29.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Sean Doing Now?</title><content type='html'>I seem to get asked this fairly regularly - of course, my initial response was always, "the usual - eating, pooping, sleeping, crying". I didn't realize that they were asking what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; things he's doing. Because, we all pretty much do the first three on that list every day, (with some exceptions of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sean has some new things he's started doing in the last few weeks. Like smiling - mouth wide open, dimples showing, toothless smiles. Especially for the ladies. I get my share, to be sure, but Sean really seems to turn on the charm for the ladies in his life. He's also started vocalizing a lot more. It almost seems like he's trying to tell us something - maybe he is. Oprah had a guest on a while back that had apparently cracked the baby talk code, and for a mere $50, you could buy her DVD where all would be revealed. We haven't taken that leap yet. Sean may not totally agree, but I think we've figured out his code somewhat, and how to respond. For now. Everything could be different next week (or tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big step took place last weekend while my mother was up visiting - Sean slept in his own room, in his big boy crib. He seems to have taken to it quite well, hardly protesting at not sleeping in our room any more. He's still up 1-2 times a night, but is sleeping longer, and going back to sleep fairly easily. We keep an ear out for the baby monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-7621782926006976575?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7621782926006976575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=7621782926006976575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/7621782926006976575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/7621782926006976575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-sean-doing-now_29.html' title='What&apos;s Sean Doing Now?'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-7064708523583120655</id><published>2007-06-18T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:09:30.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean's First Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Sean and Dad spent most of their first Father's Day sitting in the recliner with a refreshing bottle of milk in one hand and the remote in the other. While they were alternating between watching soccer games and cycling races, Mom went to the hospital to visit her Dad who is recovering from a quadruple bypass. He's doing well, feeling good enough to joke around with all the nurses. My Mom is looking forward to having him home again. On the discharge instructions it says he will be able to  dust and cook, two things he couldn't do before the bypass. The miracles of modern medicine. After Sean and James' long hard day watching sports and napping, we went out for Thai food. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RnbF2AriLKI/AAAAAAAAABs/UP0bhE9NxKo/s1600-h/DSCF0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RnbF2AriLKI/AAAAAAAAABs/UP0bhE9NxKo/s320/DSCF0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077463161593015458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sean had a pretty good time until the entrees came and the waitress didn't bring him one. We tried to explain to him that he doesn't have the fine motor skills needed to use the chopsticks but it didn't calm him down. So we hurriedly finished and paid the check. He instantly fell asleep as soon as we put him in the car. Later Sean got his bath, faithful readers of the blog will remember how much he used to hate that, but like diaper changes, he has come to accept and even enjoy it. Here's a picture of the little guy in his robe and slippers. Cute as a button! All in all it was a pretty mellow day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-7064708523583120655?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7064708523583120655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=7064708523583120655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/7064708523583120655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/7064708523583120655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/06/seans-first-fathers-day.html' title='Sean&apos;s First Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RnbF2AriLKI/AAAAAAAAABs/UP0bhE9NxKo/s72-c/DSCF0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-7997671880479559259</id><published>2007-06-11T08:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:09:31.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness it's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trail.motionbased.com/trail/invitation/email/accept.mb?senderPk.pkValue=96977&amp;unitSystemPkValue=2&amp;amp;episodePk.pkValue=2995910"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/Rm1J7griLJI/AAAAAAAAABg/dmknF2k86kc/s320/get.mb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074793641850055826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who supported me with pledges in the Tour De Cure ride to support the American Diabetes Association. Over 1100 riders turned out this year, though very few elected to do the 75 mile ride (hence the title of this post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cycling looks to most to be an individual sport, any pro cyclist or elite amateur will tell you that it takes a team to win a race. There are a number of reasons for this, not least of which is the huge advantage one has by riding behind another cyclist. The amount of effort required riding in front is about 20-30% more than riding behind. That is especially true for out-of-shape shlubs like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't manage to find a group with which to ride, meaning I wound up on the front for nearly all of the ride. As in, I rode by myself. It is a Goldilocks situation for sure - one group was too fast, another too slow. I thought I had a group of 3 going until I had a flat on the only real hill in the course. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I felt reasonably good for 50 miles, and if I had elected to do only 50 miles, the experience would have been more positive. Unfortunately, I had 25+ miles to go (I believe the course is actually 78 miles - grrr.) and sortof suffered through the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I didn't quite get to finish. My bike had a problem at mile 70 which basically couldn't be addressed on the road, so that was the end of the line. I hopped a ride with a nice couple in one of the SAG wagons to complete the ride. I do apologize to all of you who sponsored me on the basis that I would be completing 75 miles - contact the Diabetes Assn. about a refund :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not all bad though. The route was beautiful, taking us up to Fort Edward, through Washington County and back around western Saratoga county. The weather was nice, unlike recent years. And above all, I saw many families and other folks who were pushing it to the limit in support of a great cause. And I apparently burned over 4000 calories. I say apparently because I weighed about the same this morning. But I did get to eat a lot yesterday without any guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see how it all unfolded, I have the entire ride recorded. Just click on the map above for 70 miles worth of stats. Thanks again for sponsoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-7997671880479559259?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7997671880479559259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=7997671880479559259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/7997671880479559259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/7997671880479559259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-goodness-its-over.html' title='Thank goodness it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/Rm1J7griLJI/AAAAAAAAABg/dmknF2k86kc/s72-c/get.mb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-6839888409964756307</id><published>2007-06-05T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:09:31.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of stuff been goin' on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our apologies to all of Sean's loyal fans, it's been a long time since we've updated you on Sean's life. Since our last post Sean has been very busy. He's been to visit Mommy's work and Daddy's work. Security is pretty tight at Daddy's work, so he had to have an I.D. badge. At Mommy's work they don't need no stinkin' badges. Everyone was so excited to see and hold Sean. We are planning our next visits real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RmYOHwriLDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5px56sToZpI/s1600-h/seans+badge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RmYOHwriLDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5px56sToZpI/s320/seans+badge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072757556768812082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean took his first trip up to camp on Memorial Day Weekend, he's waiting until the water warms up a little to try water skiing, but he had fun just the same. Sean's been having so many firsts, we thought we'd try one,  we went on our first date since Sean was born to celebrate our 3rd Anniversary on May 29th.  Sean stayed with Grandma and Grandpa K (first time with a babysitter—scary, but he did fine, Mom and Dad were more upset than he was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sean had his 2 month checkup. He is doing well. edging up over the 50th percentile in weight, but not quite there in height and head size. Well, at least no one can say he's not a good eater!  He weighed in at a whopping 12 lbs. 14 oz. that is a weight gain of 6 lbs. 5 oz. for those of you keeping score at home. He had to get 4 shots today. Not fun at all, but he was a brave little boy. I think it was worse for Mommy, being enlisted as an accomplice to the torturing he had to endure. I had to hold the poor little guy down while they poked him with 4 needles and listen to him scream. He calmed down pretty quickly though and has been sleeping practically ever since, someday I hope he forgives me for the part I played in his pain. Unfortunately, this is only the beginning—he'll need to get these shots again and more for the next 4-5 doctor visits. Even through his ordeal, he's been able to smile (a new skill he's picked up and has been using frequently to our delight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that hits the highlights. We'll try to do better about updating you on his progress, we promise our next posting won't be about how he got his driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-6839888409964756307?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6839888409964756307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=6839888409964756307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6839888409964756307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6839888409964756307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/06/lots-of-stuff-been-goin-on.html' title='Lots of stuff been goin&apos; on...'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RmYOHwriLDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5px56sToZpI/s72-c/seans+badge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-1037923636561094084</id><published>2007-05-14T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:09:31.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean's First Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/Rki0yDkL2OI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xlw2vpASIQ8/s1600-h/498133681_bf2f721983_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/Rki0yDkL2OI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xlw2vpASIQ8/s320/498133681_bf2f721983_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064496553021659362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all celebrated our first Mother's Day yesterday with a day of firsts for Sean. First, we took him to the annual Tulip Festival, in Albany's Washington Park. It's a Mother's Day tradition in these parts, though the weather is frequently crummy. At any rate, the city plants all sorts of interesting varieties of tulips, leaves them in the park for a few weeks, then digs up all of the beds and puts something else there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean, naturally, slept through the entire outing, as seen here. From there, we went home and met Grandma and Grandpa C back at the ranch for a joint Mother's Day celebration. Sean pretty much slept through that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/Rki1njkL2PI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oOSopF9SX8U/s1600-h/498134593_414e5e06a8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/Rki1njkL2PI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oOSopF9SX8U/s320/498134593_414e5e06a8_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064497472144660722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From there, we headed over to a local restaurant on the Mohawk River for a little Mother's Day dinner. Sitting out on the deck was nice until the sun went down, and the wind picked up. Sean slept through his first restaurant outing as well, until the very end. Fortunately, we had an emergency bottle packed. Sean doesn't like to wait to eat. He understands the concept of NOW quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sean managed to sleep through his first Tulip Fest, his first dinner out, and most of his first Mother's Day. He did not, however, sleep through his first Mother's Day night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diabetes Ride Training Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to get out to do a 40 and 45 mile ride each of the last two weekends. They weren't too bad, except I really didn't feel like riding another 30-35 miles after pulling in the driveway. This doesn't bode too well for next month's 75 mile ride, but I'm trying to squeeze in the miles wherever I can. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-1037923636561094084?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1037923636561094084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=1037923636561094084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/1037923636561094084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/1037923636561094084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/05/seans-first-mothers-day.html' title='Sean&apos;s First Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/Rki0yDkL2OI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xlw2vpASIQ8/s72-c/498133681_bf2f721983_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-6508399201610659505</id><published>2007-05-07T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:01:30.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile since our last post</title><content type='html'>My apologies to the faithful readers of the blog. We have been neglectful in updating you on Sean's daily progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me give a big shout out to the Grandmas. Grandma K has been coming over a lot to help out with feeding/changing/holding Sean as well as cleaning the house and taking care of the dogs. It has been such a huge help. I don't know what I would have done without her. Just the simple act of showering becomes a daunting task with a baby screaming for attention. And Nani C also came and spent the night, she brought lots of food, and was an enormous help to us. Sean was so happy to see her. We are so grateful for the love and support. With ten kids  and thirteen grandchildren between the two of them, they have a wealth of knowledge and experience that can't be beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are slowly adjusting to the many changes in our daily lives. Sean still has his days and nights mixed up, he likes the nightlife, he likes to boogie. So we're still trying to work out a good sleeping pattern. He can sleep through any noise, it's the quiet that wakes him, but noise isn't exactly conducive to his parents sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean had his one-month check up with the doctor last week. He has gained over three pounds since birth and has grown an inch and a half in height, well on his way to the NBA ;) He's got quite the double chin now, and his little legs and arms have really chubbed out. The doctor said whatever we're doing, keep it up. He's up to the 50th percentiles for height and weight, big change from the 25th that he was when he was a week old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean attended his first baby shower on Sunday, he had a great time. He is eagerly awaiting the birth of his cousin, due to arrive in two months, he's looking forward to playdates. If Sean and his cousin have half as much fun playing together as their moms did when they were little they'll be very happy boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on kitty - Venus has not returned, we are losing hope of seeing her again. We hope she has found a new home–one free of dogs and babies, where she can be the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-6508399201610659505?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6508399201610659505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=6508399201610659505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6508399201610659505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6508399201610659505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-awhile-since-our-last-post.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile since our last post'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-3007046600180445489</id><published>2007-04-29T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:57:02.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it have been that simple all along?</title><content type='html'>Over the last few days, Sean has been especially upset, fussing and crying for literally hours. Even his little voice had grown hoarse from all of the crying. Grandma Linda was up to help Friday and Saturday, and got to see firsthand Sean's state of affairs. The burping, swaddling, shushing, swaying, binky-sucking, gas medicine, bouncy-chairing was only effective for mere minutes before Sean erupted into tears all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing about infant care - they change so fast, that just when we've gotten a routine down, it suddenly no loner meets his new needs. For days we fed Sean 8x a day, 3oz at a time. Turns out that babies go through several growth spurts during their first year, and Sean happened to be going through one last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out he was just hungry. Once we had increased his feeding volumes, he was back to his mellow self, settling back down quickly, sleeping well. Of course, simply feeding Sean a lot more has it's own consequences - there's only so much room for milk, even if he's in a growth spurt. So things are relatively back to normal for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean has another doctor appointment this week, so we'll know precisely how much Sean has grown in the last three weeks. He definitely has - he's really filling out his little outfits, and he officially has a double chin. Stay tuned for that update this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no sign of kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-3007046600180445489?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3007046600180445489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=3007046600180445489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/3007046600180445489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/3007046600180445489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/04/could-it-have-been-that-simple-all.html' title='Could it have been that simple all along?'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-6956921589399177776</id><published>2007-04-27T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:38:36.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We haven't seen our cat in a while</title><content type='html'>Maybe she got tired of being the lowest-ranking creature around our house and went off in search of a more attentive owner. Perhaps she felt like she needed some space. Either way, we haven't seen Venus since she ventured out the back door a few days ago. She did this once before - unfortunately for her, it's been rainy up here this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean continues to do well, although he has been a little more upset than usual. In fact, his little voice has grown hoarse from the extra crying he's been doing lately. Despite all the tricks we got from Dr. Karp, he's still been upset about something. Maybe it's the usual culprit - gas. We may try giving him some baby gas relieving medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diabetes Charity Ride Update&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training is coming slowly - I've ridden about 125 miles so far this year. Pretty abysmal. I am hoping to get out more, now that the weather is improving. Given that I have committed to ride the 75-mile ride, I'm going to need more training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's information on a ride I did in the winter - I may post these for other training rides, if people find it at all interesting. You'll be able to see just how slow I'm going up and down the hills around our home. Loads of fun. &lt;iframe src="http://trail.motionbased.com/trail/invitation/accept.mb?senderPk.pkValue=96977&amp;unitSystemPkValue=2&amp;episodePk.pkValue=1861735&amp;backgroundDatasourcePk.pkValue=11&amp;view=portlet"  width="530px" height="300px" title="MotionBased Activity Viewport" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-6956921589399177776?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6956921589399177776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=6956921589399177776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6956921589399177776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6956921589399177776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-havent-seen-our-cat-in-while.html' title='We haven&apos;t seen our cat in a while'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-5697625219302124642</id><published>2007-04-24T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:09:31.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time for Sean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RmhF-griLHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kTNkMkiSrLs/s1600-h/DSCF0389lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RmhF-griLHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kTNkMkiSrLs/s320/DSCF0389lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073381920459598962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sean had his first proper bath last night. Even though he was given a beautiful baby tub complete with bubbling jet and spray nozzle, he didn't really care for it too much. Poor guy - he's so young to have to learn that life is full of things you'd just rather not do, but there you have it. We of course captured the moment and have posted photos to the site - nothing Sean will be embarrassed by later in life (we hope). If so, I'll spring for therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been cleared to drive and do stairs by her doctor, which is good news. She continues to mend quite nicely, in time to enjoy the beautiful spring days we are currently being treated to in upstate NY. Kindof makes the last few months of lousy weather a little more bearable. The golfers are also out in full force (we live next to a country club), which means we all have to be on the lookout for wayward golf balls. Never having played, I can't quite understand how they make it into our yard, but I'm told it's not that hard to miss that badly. I just hope I don't get beaned one day while mowing the lawn - how will I know who to sue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-5697625219302124642?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/5697625219302124642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=5697625219302124642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/5697625219302124642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/5697625219302124642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/04/bath-time-for-sean.html' title='Bath Time for Sean'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HTXFODA1VME/RmhF-griLHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kTNkMkiSrLs/s72-c/DSCF0389lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-4180714789476890081</id><published>2007-04-23T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T16:18:49.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Update</title><content type='html'>We've made a few changes to Sean's photo site. A new feature, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean's Weekly Photo&lt;/span&gt; debuts  today. Each week we'll take a picture of Sean next to a somewhat scary looking troll toy that one of Joy's co-workers gave us.  We haven't measured or weighed him recently, but he's starting to fill out a little, as evidenced by his chubbier cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we have added photos of our furry children, Amber and Buddy, for your viewing pleasure. They are the best dogs in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep those cards and letters coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I have been corrected - Sean's toy is a Galoompagalot, called Zottle. Apparently, you can't get Zottle any more. But you can get other such monsters &lt;a href="http://www.manhattantoy.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-4180714789476890081?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/4180714789476890081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=4180714789476890081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/4180714789476890081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/4180714789476890081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/04/brief-update.html' title='Brief Update'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-4046382237879847665</id><published>2007-04-19T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:47:42.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Baby on the Block</title><content type='html'>Sean may be the only baby on the block, actually. There are loads of children in our neighborhood, but Sean is probably the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, the Happiest Baby on the Block is not a descriptor of Sean per se, but the title of a DVD I was loaned by a fellow father from the office. In essence, it's about calming new babies. Now, Sean is pretty mellow, as 2-week-olds go, often sleeping quite soundly for a couple of hours at a stretch, several times a day. Some of the babies in this DVD were hardly sleeping at all, and their poor parents looked pretty ragged. So I was already feeling pretty lucky. Naturally, we decided Sean was cuter than all of the babies in the video as well, but, that's to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dr. Karp (baby whisperer to the stars, including Madonna and Michelle Pfeiffer) came up with the 5S system - Swaddle, Side/Stomach, Shush, Sway, and Suck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not to be confused with 5S in Lean - Sort, Set in Order, Shine, Standardize and Sustain - used to quickly organize work areas for increased efficiency). &lt;/span&gt;It was amazing. After tightly swaddling baby with arms at the side, and then holding him on his side/stomach, it was as if the Dr. had found the crying off-switch. In later scenes, he shush-ed loudly in the ear of a crying baby, and then brought out the big guns of swaying or jiggling baby while shush-ing, and using a pacifier or a finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing as the Dr. illustrated this set of techniques working over and over again. We've already been taking notes from Supernanny and Cesar, the Dog Whisperer. So now we have the Baby Whisperer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed my swaddling technique, and we're going to try playing a white noise CD to encourage longer sleep at night. (We already learned that Sean likes the vacuum). Poor Joy has been doing the lion's share of the night feedings since I went back to work, so anything we can do to prolong sleep and quickly calm Sean is a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the calming system, check out &lt;a href="http://www.thehappiestbaby.com"&gt;Dr Karp on the web&lt;/a&gt;. If you want to learn more about Lean 5S, to help get organized, check out &lt;a href="http://www.leaninnovations.ca/5s_technique.html"&gt;this site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-4046382237879847665?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/4046382237879847665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=4046382237879847665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/4046382237879847665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/4046382237879847665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/04/happiest-baby-on-block.html' title='The Happiest Baby on the Block'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-1960568036334694041</id><published>2007-04-17T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:10:19.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean Diaper Changing</title><content type='html'>Ok, I threatened a couple of days ago to talk about changing diapers and something called Lean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little history. Professionally, I am what's known as a Black Belt leader in Six Sigma and Lean, two approaches for improving quality and performance in organizations. For simplicity sake, a new-era efficiency expert. Since being steeped in analyzing processes for the last couple of years, I can't help but see processes everywhere, and occasionally, ways to improve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the other day that Sean generally gets changed 8-10 times a day. Did I mention that he pretty much hates it? Anyway, in Lean there are five principles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Customer defines what's important&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get organized around what provides value to the customer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Streamline the delivery of that value&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let the customer "pull" the value&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pursue perfection continuously&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sean is our customer. What's valuable to him is a clean diaper change as fast as possible. As we organize the changing table and process, it should all be designed to deliver that clean diaper efficiently. Change Sean when he needs to be changed. Keep trying to do it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempts were clumsy, at best, as I figured out the process. Undress, open diaper, cover Sean with a cloth, apply baby wipe, apply clean diaper, re-dress, calm screaming infant. It took a few tries to learn that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sean really only complains when he is getting undressed. Try to minimize the amount of time that he is undressed, i.e. arrange all materials before undressing him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes the cold air has an effect on him - cover him with a cloth to prevent an unpleasant accident.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those baby wipes are cold! Heat them up, will ya? (Best $23 we've spent so far)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get that diaper closed properly (one blow-out brought this error to my attention)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Without getting out the stopwatch, I think we're down to about 60 seconds for the whole process. Take that NASCAR pit crew (another excellent example of Lean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Lean diaper changing was pretty clever, until I Googled it and found out that others have made the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean is fascinating, and extremely powerful. Toyota is poised to become the world's #1 car company because of it. &lt;a href="http://www.leanblog.org/2006/06/everyday-lean-main-page.html"&gt;Here's a great blog on using Lean in everyday life.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-1960568036334694041?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1960568036334694041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=1960568036334694041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/1960568036334694041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/1960568036334694041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/04/lean-diaper-changing.html' title='Lean Diaper Changing'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-1231076334282721261</id><published>2007-04-15T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:05:47.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean by the numbers</title><content type='html'>Sean is now eating heartily about 8 times a day. At about 3oz per feeding, that translates into roughly 24oz, or 1.5 lbs of milk. Since he doesn't yet weigh 7 lbs these days, that's over 20% of his weight in food, every day. That's like me eating 35 lbs of food a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps calories is a better way to think about it - Sean's diet is about 20 calories an ounce, or about 480 calories a day. A typical diet for most adults weighing 175 lbs is about 2000 calories a day. So, 1/4 the calories, but 1/25 the body weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that eating means lots of diaper changes. About 8-10 of those a day. Considering how much he hates it, that means 8-10 harrowing moments of Sean crying as loud as he can and flailing his little arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2-3 times a day, Sean has to be completely changed, including swaddle blanket. So that of course involves lots of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did manage to have a beautiful spring day yesterday up in upstate NY, and took Sean out for his second walk. He slept through that one too. He seems to sleep a little better in the day than the night, which we're trying to figure out how to reverse. If anyone has suggestions, we're all ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to work tomorrow, after almost 2 weeks off. I expect to spend the first few hours of the day talking about Sean and otherwise trying to remember what it is I do for a living. Let's hope I get a little sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-1231076334282721261?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1231076334282721261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=1231076334282721261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/1231076334282721261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/1231076334282721261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/04/sean-by-numbers.html' title='Sean by the numbers'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-6008270386060316499</id><published>2007-04-12T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:22:07.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Layin' Low in the Snow</title><content type='html'>Mom is giving Dad a break and is typing today's blog for me. Today was a pretty mellow day. We decided to take a rest from all the activity of the week and stay in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went for our first walk around the neighborhood (well, Mom, Dad and the dogs walked while I rode in the stroller) I slept through the whole walk, but did get to meet our next-door neighbor Judy and our other neighbor Katie and her three girls. Judy and Al have been so nice to us, they made Mom and Dad a veggie lasagna, and gave me a beautiful figurine to put in my room. It was a good thing we took our walk yesterday in the nice weather since it snowed today! I can’t wait for Spring to really arrive so I can take more walks—next time I’ll try to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has been doing a great job taking care of Mom and me. He’s a real pro at changing my diapers, feeding me and rocking me back to sleep. He also has a real knack for coercing those burps from me. He’s been busy taking care of Mom. She’s not supposed to use the stairs much so he’s constantly walking up and down getting her things. He’s been cleaning, doing laundry and running errands for Mom since we got home, yet still finds time to hang with me and have some male bonding time. We are really going to miss him when he goes back to work on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-6008270386060316499?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6008270386060316499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=6008270386060316499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6008270386060316499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/6008270386060316499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/04/mom-is-giving-dad-break-and-is-typing.html' title='Layin&apos; Low in the Snow'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-3597315255654219913</id><published>2007-04-10T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:32:30.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day Today</title><content type='html'>Sean was out and about today - first, a visit to Bellevue Hospital, for some nursing assistance, and then on to his first doctor's appointment. He's nearly gained back to his birthweight, and his peanut status was confirmed by his weight, length and head size percentiles (all around 25th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, Sean paid his first visit, to a dear family friend who used to live across the street from us here. She now lives in an adult home for women, which happens to be directly across the street from the pediatrician. Auntie Robin was extremely moved to see little Sean, and even held him for a short while. She said it had been ages since she held a baby, and we were happy to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin's husband Leo passed away a little more than a year ago, which was the impetus for her move from their home of 40 years to the adult home. They were among the first of our welcomers when we moved into the neighborhood in Fall 2004. Really, they wanted to meet our dogs, for they "preferred dogs to people". When Leo took ill a few months before he died, we made regular visits with the dogs, a sort of informal pet therapy. They loved him, and he loved them. We've been to see Robin with the dogs, and are looking forward to an entire family visit once the weather gets a little warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have said that Sean is going to change our lives, which is very true. Those changes have happened already. For example, my situational awareness is considerably higher than it used to be, as Sean's safety is now paramount. Also, I have discovered that I can multitask. For women, this probably doesn't seem all that impressive, but the guys may relate. We're pretty much one thing at a time, all the time. Now I am developing the ability to do several things at once. Last night I had Sean eating, me eating, and the Sunday crossword going at once. Who knows how far this could go? I'll save the application of the Toyota Production System&lt;br /&gt;concepts (otherwise known as Lean Manufacturing) to the many processes involved in caring for Sean in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-3597315255654219913?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/3597315255654219913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=3597315255654219913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/3597315255654219913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/3597315255654219913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-day-today.html' title='Big Day Today'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955633596046939039.post-145735629007607106</id><published>2007-04-09T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T09:08:53.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 6 today - days that is</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Sean's blog - he's been home for two days now, and we're all starting to get the hang of things. Sean is sleeping for a couple of hours at a time, eating well, producing diapers to be changed like there's no tomorrow. Mom and Dad are getting the basics down ok, for first timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber and Buddy (our golden retrievers) are adjusting well to having Sean in the house. Amber in particular seems to be guarding Sean, often placing herself between him and the door so that nothing gets past her. Buddy also seems to be never too far away either, though guarding is not really his style. He's more there to lend emotional support, in the form of a big smile and a constant wag. Venus, the family kitty, is definitely low creature on the totem pole these days. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom continues to do well, healing from the surgery and generally feeling better day by day. Dad is getting used to the lack of sleep and the seemingly endless amount of laundry that Sean generates each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be updating this page pretty regularly - also, be sure to check out Sean's photo section at the upper right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5955633596046939039-145735629007607106?l=babyseanmichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/145735629007607106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5955633596046939039&amp;postID=145735629007607106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/145735629007607106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5955633596046939039/posts/default/145735629007607106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyseanmichael.blogspot.com/2007/04/hes-6-today-days-that-is.html' title='He&apos;s 6 today - days that is'/><author><name>Joy &amp;amp; James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
