Escape to Paradise

Phineas and Val sporting their Aloha-wear

7 days in Hawaii. No zip-lining, no hiking, no camping, no boogie boarding, no surf lessons, no parasailing, no snorkeling with sea turtles, no swimming with dolphins, no exploring volcanoes or caves or remote beaches, no scuba diving, no kayaking, no bike trips. Bottom line: no “adventure”. Yet this trip was one of the most joyful vacations I have ever been on.

Seeing the delight in my little boy’s eyes as his tiny toes sunk into warm wet sand for the first time was thrilling. Keeping on top of him as he crawled fearlessly to the ocean edge to play in the surf was challenging. Listening to his shrieks of joy as waves washed up to his knees was delightful. Pushing him around the pool in his floating inner-tube device while he splashed, blew bubbles, and waved at strangers was the perfect antidote to stress.

I imagine in the future we’ll be more adventurous on our vacations.  I look forward to taking Phineas hiking, snorkeling, boogie boarding, and camping on our winter escapes as he gets bigger. But I hope I never forget my little guy taking on the waves from the shoreline, standing tall at 2 and a-half feet.

           

Enjoy the pictures,

Val

Brent & Phineas on their daily morning "dadventure"- usually consisting of a long sunrise walk finishing up with playing in the sand.

This kid LOVES playing in sand. Check out the yoga moves as he moves mountains of sand. So zen.

Full speed ahead! Straight for the waves!

All tuckered out. And it's only 9am

   

Edwards family heads back to Alaska.

Eight Hours

Uninterrupted

Welcome back REM dreams

Sleep. How you were missed!

In case you prefer not to read haiku, I’ll spell it out in plain paragraph form. We’re all sleeping through the night! This is a huge milestone. It had been a year since I’d gotten any more than four hours of sleep without being woken up (to pee during the last 2 months of pregnancy, then to soothe or feed the crying baby).  At once, the stress of the disrupted sleep, the crabby kid, and the exhaustion was enough to break this camel’s back.  I felt ready to ignore the wailing pleas of my sweet baby boy at 10pm, 2am, and 4am. Taking a leap of faith, I assumed that even if he was left to cry until blue in the face, he would still awake a chubby happy cherub. So we schemed.  Brent sent me upstairs so I would not have to listen to the crying. He slept in the bedroom across the hall from the kid and put in earplugs.  What happened next? Who knows!  By night #3 I was back downstairs, the earplugs were returned to the garage, and we all slept just fine. VICTORY!

There are so many books out there about child sleep stuff: extinction, graduated extinction, Furber, attachment, etc... But could it be so simple as "just let them cry"?  That is what it took for our little Phin. I think I knew this deep down.  But it is just so incredibly painful to listen to those awful screams. With a first kid, you have no guarantee that it will work. I’d never really seen such a plan in action first-hand. Then as soon as you think maybe you’re ready to try it, you read some “attachment parenting” article that makes you feel like an evil, awful mother for letting the tyke fuss a little.  Add in the frequent travel, and there just didn’t seem to be a good time to give it a try. I think it’s just one of these parenting lessons that each family has to cross on their own. There’s not a correct way or perfect time. Every family is different, and everyone’s sensitivities are set differently. I’m sure it was hard for our parents to not chime in and tell us their opinions on how we could get some sleep. But we appreciate their support, love, and withholding of unsolicited advice. They knew we’d figure it out eventually.

What to do with all of this extra energy that sleeping through the night has provided us? Oh- wait… I gotta go! He’s headed for the stairs again! That’s about it.

Enjoy some pictures from the last couple of weeks.



Above: Grandma Sue shows Phineas his new Christmas gift.
and : Brent takes Phinny for a few laps around the lake.

Our sleep strategy was difficult to implement on the ferry.

Here Phin taunts his mother at hour 15 of a 21 hour ferry ride

 while she tries to demonstrate the joy a good nap can bring.

Who let a dinosaur loose on the beach? I love this picture.

Getting bigger! Can now stand at the wheel!

Burning bridge

The Edwards household seems to be busy and in flux. As a result we are not keeping up on this blog. Its been so long that updating the blog now almost seems like writing a letter to an old friend. Where to begin, what to leave in, what to leave out. Here are some highlights from our world as it is currently and lately:

Probably the biggest news is that we recently learned that Phineas has significant food allergies. We are pretty confident he is allergic to wheat and milk. He might be allergic lots of other things too, like eggs and soy, so we are holding back on introducing new foods until he can see the allergy specialist. We are taking this in stride and starting the transition to a diet that Phineas can eat. Val is taking this transition more seriously than me since it is possible that some allergens are passed through the breast milk. On the bright side we are going to be avoiding most processed food and should be eating healthier. Phineas has not exhibited any allergic reaction to smiling, laughing, playing, crying, or venison. Bottom line - he is a normal kid.

Val went to Kansas City for work in Mid-December. She is a mom Samurai. She has to be to survive taking a 9 month old on all those long flights in the midst of holiday travel. Sue drove through blizzard conditions and bad roads to meet Val and Phin to do a little grandma duty. The draw of KC BBQ was strong but I stayed home partly to avoid all the holiday music piped into the airports. While Val and Phin were gone my dad and Ryan came to Sitka to do some deer hunting. We got one small buck. Happily the family harvested four deer this year (so far). This is plenty of deer for our freezer and for the freezers in Anchorage.

Phineas mastered the art of crawling much faster than we mastered the art of chasing a crawling toddler. A number of times I have caught him with a dog toy in his mouth or going for the toilet. It’s a mystery to me why these are such irrestitable draws to Phin. Phin has started working on standing unsupported. He might stand for a few seconds at a time. He can stand a little longer every day. Walking can’t be far off. Chaos continues.

I am not much of a holiday person. I am neither religious nor spiritual and I try to resist crazy commercialism (gifting is fun though). For me the holidays are equal parts tolerance for others and practice at not sticking my foot in my mouth. I am not particularly good at either. It is also an exercise in tolerance for Val because she has to put up with me. We do have some Edwards holiday traditions we agree on. Festivus is one. If you aren’t familiar with Festivus, check it on Wikipedia. Another holiday tradition we agree on is a tree. Obtaining a tree from our vast woods is a family event that I cherish. I would prefer that we leave the tree in its natural un-ornamented state, Val knows this and decorates the tree a little more sparingly than if it was entirely up to her. Lastly, I like my ugly holiday sweater with the snowmen on it. I will wear it all week long. This brings Val some holiday cheer from me and I can stay grumpy.

Taking the tree home.

Phin showing "so big".  We are returning from an ill fated trip to a wilderness cabin. The seas did not cooperate.

Phin hanging with his future 4th grade teacher.

Lovin' the tub!

See the nubs (i.e. teeth.)

Our neigbor has chickens, ducks, and a rabbit.  They all spend considerable time in our yard where they are always welcome.  Phin has discovered the spare animals and loves to watch.

Phin does a little editing to my legal work.  I am too wordy anyway.

Nine months!

It's been two whole months since the last post.   I guess we've had our hands full.  Since the last post, there have been two trips to Kake, a trip to Anchorage, a trip to the ER, lots of motor skill development (crawling, pulling to stand, getting up stairs, and sitting down), the unpleasant discovery of a wheat allergy, countless dirty diapers, poor sleep habits, lots of loads of laundry, and dozens of games of peek-a-boo.  Apart from caring for the little guy (and me), Brent has found some time to get out and hunt.  He's put three deer in the freezer, which will feed us for a good part of the year.  I'm enjoying taking Phin to the pool on Sunday afternoons. I still haven't found the time or energy to start running, swimming, or doing yoga again- but I suppose in time I'll get back into those hobbies. Motherhood, breastfeeding, and work seem to consume most of my time and energy.

Naked dancing. Does life get better than this?

I can't think of anything too profound or sentimental to write here.  Phin is developing into an energetic, charming, funny little boy.  He truly loves music, especially when Brent plays the guitar for him. We wish he would sleep better, but we'll try not to complain.
Enjoy the pictures...

Wee little 7 month Phin, snuggled into a sleeping bag on the ferry.

On the ferry to Kake with Grandma

Howdy!

Lovin' the sweet potatoes

Going Mobile



And so the next phase begins.

Phin has changed from a blob on the floor to a fully mobile little creature. Intentional forward motion started a week ago with some inch worming. Soon that morphed into rocking on his hands and knees. Now he is just shy of a full fledged hands and knees crawl. These developments are sweet!! I am excited to see our little guy pull new tricks. Not long he will be walking, then running, then pulling 360s on tele-skis and helping his dad haul deer out of the mountains. But the near term sober reality is that the days of setting him on a blanket while I cook dinner or do other chores have abruptly ended. Being nearby is not enough, I have to be right there as it seems danger has the gravity of a black hole. I have watched him slip under the futon several times (it now sits on the ground.) He hit his head on the wooden furniture a couple of times – interestingly, he is too young to cry about a small bump because he doesn’t know how to draw attention. And he has found the only exposed computer cord in the room. I see significant child-proofing in the weeks and months to come. 

Val is off to Kake for a week. This time she goes with her mom who will watch Phin during the day.  Thanks to Sue for helping out. I hope to use the duty-free time to fill the freezer with the help of my folks who arrive from Anchorage this weekend.



Once under the futon.



Twice under the futon.



"Sweet record collection dad . . .."

One way to get chores done.

Human Petri Dish or Elmer’s Glue Factory?

Captivated, Phin wants one of these but mom says "no".

The Edwards family has logged many miles in the past few weeks. First we went to Anchorage for a short but productive visit. Then, after three days’ rest/work in Sitka, we went to Illinois for Jon’s (Val’s cousin) wedding. I was skeptical about all this travelling with Phineas. At 6 month old how would he hold up? Despite my skepticism, Phin did pretty well. The only real hitch was the cold Phin developed about the time we returned to Sitka from Anchorage. At first it was just a little bit of a runny nose. But by the time we got to Illinois he morphed into a full fledged booger factory. Before this last week I was not aware that thick gelatinous wads of green goo (similar to half way dry Elmer’s glue) would come from Phin’s nose. Some mornings it looked like there were stalactites hanging from Phin’s nostrils. It was about as easy to wipe off as dried cement. He didn’t seem to care unless one tried to pick his nose. (Valerie immediately apologizes to all patients she had previously advised to use "a little saline and a bulb syringe" to clear a baby's nose). But our little guy is tough, and the cold did not slow Phin down. He partied with his grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, relatives, friends and lots of strangers. He smiled, cooed, and flirted with anyone who would pay him a moment of attention.

The meltdown I was fearing did not start until we left Sycamore. Sad to leave? Phin cried half way from Sycamore to O’Hare (about 30 minutes of un-interrupted crying) where we spent the night to catch an early morning flight. Then Phin cried and fussed on and off on the two flights from O’Hare to Sitka. The fretting, cemented gel boogers, and fussiness were a small price to pay for all the quality time we got with our families and friends. Looking forward to doing it all over again, although still with a wee bit of trepidation.

Fall is creeping up on Sitka which means that the berries are ripe. Since getting back we picked about a gallon of red huckleberries and three of blueberries. Stocking up for those mid-winter pies and jars of blueberry jam.

Loving the pool.
Sharing the boogers (human petri dish)  with all. 

         Look, we are all dressed nice.  Grandma Sue can    

check the family photo off her "to do" list.

Phin sings while Grandma P plays the blues.

Taking a break from berry picking

Touch and feel the mossy trees.

Standard Edwards wedding atire and pose.

Buck!

Maybe, just maybe, there is a deer in that fog.

Buck season opened on Sunday, August 1. I went out early Sunday morning like a good little sportsman despite the spitting rain and intermittent fog. I thought that seeing three deer on the drive up was a good sign. That sign was quickly cancelled out when I got to a nearly full parking lot. I guess my early wasn’t early enough. But it is not all about coming home with some fresh meat. Part of hunting is the wilderness meander and spending time outside in silence. Sunday was also about getting my body used to carrying the pack.  On my hike in I ran into two guys resting. They were armed to the hilt (hunting rifle, shotgun, pistol), drinking cans of coke, and listening to a radio. At first I thought surely I will get out in front of these yahoos. As I talked to them I learned that they had started out at 2:30 in the morning, shot a deer around 5 am and were actually on the way back to their car. At least I knew that there were deer in the area. Shortly after I parted with the coke drinking early birds the clouds parted. Above me I could see a lone deer walking down the hill towards where I was planning on stopping for lunch. A good sign. I quietly stalked across the slope. Then, just when I reached the spot where the deer had gone out of sight and where I might be able to pop over a rise and catch it within range, the fog rolled back in. A bad sign. I ate lunch counting my successes then walked back to the car, stopping to look for animals the few fog free moments I had.


I was lucky enough to have a friend volunteer to watch Phin in the middle of the week so I could go hunting again. This time I shot a good size buck. I field dressed the deer and packed out the most weight I have ever carried. To top that off it was a friggin hot day. I would put a picture of the animal here but Val doesn’t like it when I show her pictures of dead deer so I am sure that she would make me remove a dead deer picture from our blog. It is not that Val doesn’t like it when I bring home a deer, in fact she encourages me to hunt because she likes the venison meat so much. For that reason, I am posting a picture of the venison meat because Val will not find this objectionable.

And on the other end on the spectrum of things to post, here is a cute baby picture for those who need their fix.  Phin has been doing well.

Maybe in a few years he will help his dad with the deer hunting.  This afternoon he went for his first ride pulled behind the bike.  The absence of screaming and crying indicates that he enjoyed the ride. 

Cheers!