<?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-6422893890935287834</id><updated>2011-09-19T16:24:39.482-07:00</updated><category term='newborn'/><category term='infant'/><category term='parenthood'/><category term='Asian babies'/><category term='advice'/><category term='baby clothes'/><category term='one month rule'/><category term='Korean culture'/><category term='100th day celebration'/><category term='baby'/><category term='first-time mommy'/><title type='text'>Baby Kwon and Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-3789168601326634336</id><published>2010-07-02T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:44:04.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby Giggles are the BEST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ever since B was only a few weeks old,  he'd smile in his sleep. Soon, he began smiling while he was awake, but they were often spontaneous. Now, however, his smiles indicate to us that he is in a good mood. Along with his smiles are giggles! And believe me when I say this-- baby giggles are the best. They can transform a terrible, horrible, no-good day into a slightly better, terrible, horrible, no-good day even if just for a few seconds. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/B_keWqRsxpU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_keWqRsxpU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_keWqRsxpU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-3789168601326634336?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3789168601326634336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-giggles-are-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/3789168601326634336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/3789168601326634336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-giggles-are-best.html' title='Baby Giggles are the BEST!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-392031865340490435</id><published>2010-06-18T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:44:12.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>6 Months</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be fun to make a list of the things B now knows how to do at 6 months. I still can't believe how there was a point in time when he couldn't do any of these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. smile&lt;br /&gt;2. giggle&lt;br /&gt;3. pull my hair&lt;br /&gt;4. reach for things&lt;br /&gt;5. grasp objects&lt;br /&gt;6. shake a rattle&lt;br /&gt;7. activate toys by pushing buttons on toys&lt;br /&gt;8. pull a string making his toys move&lt;br /&gt;9. spin objects&lt;br /&gt;10. feed himself a bottle&lt;br /&gt;11. touch his toes&lt;br /&gt;12. put his toes in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;13. feed every 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;14. splash in the bath&lt;br /&gt;15. tummy time&lt;br /&gt;16. push his chest completely off the floor&lt;br /&gt;17. play peekaboo&lt;br /&gt;18. hold a book&lt;br /&gt;19. eat solids&lt;br /&gt;20. sleep through the night&lt;br /&gt;21. roll from his tummy onto his back&lt;br /&gt;22. roll from his back onto his tummy&lt;br /&gt;23. sit up unassisted&lt;br /&gt;24. sit in a high-chair&lt;br /&gt;25. stand for a few seconds while arms are holding onto something&lt;br /&gt;26. squirm/wannabe half crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like many other first time moms, I was constantly worrying that B wasn't doing something and now in hindsight, many things have become second nature for him. All of those baby books list things that baby should be doing by a certain age, etc. In small print, it always says, "EVERY BABY IS DIFFERENT." Yaddi-yah. When B wasn't able to stay on his tummy for more than a few seconds at a time, I remember thinking that there might be something wrong with him. I worried about this, this, and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advice that my colleague gave me was to throw out all of the baby books I had. When she initially told me that, I have to admit...I thought to myself, "She's crazy!", but after finally taking her advice I can honestly say that I've calmed down so much. The only time I really think about these benchmarks is when B has his well-visits with the pediatrician. She's the one who can tell me whether or not he's developing appropriately or if he's lagging. I trust my pediatrician and I'll leave that to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-392031865340490435?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/392031865340490435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/6-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/392031865340490435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/392031865340490435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/6-months.html' title='6 Months'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-1186879437377716985</id><published>2010-06-14T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:47:01.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Eating Solids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TCqhdA9p4sI/AAAAAAAACro/R3OJ2P2lTYU/s1600/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TCqhdA9p4sI/AAAAAAAACro/R3OJ2P2lTYU/s320/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488376615751246530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner routine was pretty consistent for a good chunk of time: I'd nurse B and let him digest for a while. Then, we put him in the jumperoo as we ate our dinner. At around the 4 month mark, however, B became increasingly interested in our meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pediatrician told us that we could start introducing solids to B at around 5.5 months, so that's what we did. We started him off on just a tbsp of rice cereal mixed with expressed milk. Since then, he's tried a few other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. rice cereal&lt;br /&gt;2. oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;3. banana&lt;br /&gt;4. avocado&lt;br /&gt;5. sweet potato (the korean go-goo-mah, yellow flesh kind)&lt;br /&gt;6. sweet potato (the orange flesh kind)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always known that I wanted to make B's food. A girlfriend of mine gifted us Karmel's First Meals and I read it while I was pregnant, but I hadn't thought about it since he was born. After our pediatrician's visit, I quickly skimmed the beginning few chapters of the book to refresh my memory as to what infants can and cannot have and just started making purees using our food processor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this week's to-make menu are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. pears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. cantelope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a lot simpler and cheaper than I had imagined!  After making batches of different purees, I freeze them into ice trays with lids and then transfer them into ziploc baggies once frozen. When it's time to feed him, I just nuke a cube or two and let it cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TCqhbV6kLxI/AAAAAAAACrI/HTk43Iv1t7Q/s1600/IMG_1713.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TCqhbV6kLxI/AAAAAAAACrI/HTk43Iv1t7Q/s320/IMG_1713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488376587015696146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TCqhb__SFaI/AAAAAAAACrQ/HdqRKi2o5kM/s1600/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TCqhb__SFaI/AAAAAAAACrQ/HdqRKi2o5kM/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488376598309770658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We use:&lt;br /&gt;spoons from Sassy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TCqhcaEiD_I/AAAAAAAACrg/E6-bsIIxmZs/s1600/2_30008_4b3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TCqhcaEiD_I/AAAAAAAACrg/E6-bsIIxmZs/s320/2_30008_4b3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488376605311111154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and bowls from Munchkin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TCqlGYehJ1I/AAAAAAAACrw/7_g3YZ7D8Ck/s1600/stay+put+suction+bowls_hero_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TCqlGYehJ1I/AAAAAAAACrw/7_g3YZ7D8Ck/s320/stay+put+suction+bowls_hero_lg.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488380624972621650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part for us has been trying to figure out how much B should be eating. At our 6 month well-visit, we were shocked when she told us that he wasn't eating enough for his age/weight!! (Have you seen our baby?) His increasing fussiness had been a result of hunger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at work (up until yesterday), feeding on a typical day would look like this:&lt;br /&gt;1. nurse at around 6 followed by 2tbsp of rice cereal or oatmeal with 1 cube of a fruit or veggie&lt;br /&gt;2. 5oz bottle at around 10:00&lt;br /&gt;3. 5oz bottle at around 2:00&lt;br /&gt;4. nurse at around 5:00 followed by 2tbsp of rice cereal or oatmeal with 2 cubes of a fruit or veggie (We eat dinner after this feeding and have him continue sitting in his highchair as we eat.)&lt;br /&gt;5. 4oz bottle at around 7:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm on summer vacation, we're in the process of figuring out a good routine. Hopefully it won't be too considerably different from what he's used to. Since I won't be giving him the daytime bottles anymore, I'll have to nurse him more frequently. Plus, we're trying to offer him solids three times a day. These things, in turn, will affect his daytime (or lack thereof) sleep too! Thank goodness babies are more flexible than you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-1186879437377716985?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1186879437377716985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/eating-solids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/1186879437377716985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/1186879437377716985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/06/eating-solids.html' title='Eating Solids'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TCqhdA9p4sI/AAAAAAAACro/R3OJ2P2lTYU/s72-c/IMG_0986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-6787607689657322704</id><published>2010-05-30T17:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:46:51.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Preparing for a day in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwh330uAEI/AAAAAAAACq0/UZYwh59uX9I/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwh330uAEI/AAAAAAAACq0/UZYwh59uX9I/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484295689992011842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the days during the three-day Memorial Day weekend, our friend S invited us to her parents' pool at their home on Long Island. We were so excited as it was B's first time in the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one weekend to prepare before the big dip, so we started doing research on floaties, swim diapers and bathing suits. We shopped around online and decided on the Babyspring Float, which he ended up hating, Huggies Little Swimmers, and we got him swim gear from Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left the apartment, I double checked our diaper bag to see that everything was stocked. Then I worked on preparing a second bag with his swim gear, some toys, and a few books (of course). I then packed a third bag with Joon and my stuff like towels, an extra change of clothes, and sunblock. Packing for a one day excursion involves so much that I can't even imagine what it would be like having to pack for a whole weekend or dare I say a whole week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dousing him with sunblock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwgeRyeCiI/AAAAAAAACqc/Aq24Yn591vs/s1600/IMG_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwgeRyeCiI/AAAAAAAACqc/Aq24Yn591vs/s320/IMG_1087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484294150773672482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiles en route to the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwgeIGs7xI/AAAAAAAACqU/T9ofBBZYNDc/s1600/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwgeIGs7xI/AAAAAAAACqU/T9ofBBZYNDc/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484294148174180114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwgdcVLmnI/AAAAAAAACqM/L1vpCjGA5fE/s1600/IMG_2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwgdcVLmnI/AAAAAAAACqM/L1vpCjGA5fE/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484294136423750258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwgcjbAplI/AAAAAAAACqE/4l9MNStunV8/s1600/IMG_2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwgcjbAplI/AAAAAAAACqE/4l9MNStunV8/s320/IMG_2153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484294121147377234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwgbmsTQwI/AAAAAAAACp8/m9ZQ2-hiUM0/s1600/IMG_2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwgbmsTQwI/AAAAAAAACp8/m9ZQ2-hiUM0/s320/IMG_2154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484294104845337346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging out poolside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwh2xrL4MI/AAAAAAAACqs/0pK-ea3QWjs/s1600/IMG_2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwh2xrL4MI/AAAAAAAACqs/0pK-ea3QWjs/s320/IMG_2166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484295671161544898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and daddy making sure mommy's watching over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwh2T7r1wI/AAAAAAAACqk/4XJ9nbhl7zU/s1600/IMG_2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwh2T7r1wI/AAAAAAAACqk/4XJ9nbhl7zU/s320/IMG_2164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484295663177684738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B ended up enjoying the water and had a great time. He was so tired on his way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwh4zszTkI/AAAAAAAACq8/sTrMExVqv30/s1600/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwh4zszTkI/AAAAAAAACq8/sTrMExVqv30/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484295706064932418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-6787607689657322704?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6787607689657322704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/05/preparing-for-day-in-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/6787607689657322704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/6787607689657322704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/05/preparing-for-day-in-sun.html' title='Preparing for a day in the sun'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwh330uAEI/AAAAAAAACq0/UZYwh59uX9I/s72-c/IMG_2168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-5429067443166873450</id><published>2010-05-05T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:45:09.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Fun in the jumperoo</title><content type='html'>Ben does NOT like being kept on his back. Now that he's getting bigger, he insists on being held upright. Unfortunately, this makes it harder on us because we need to tend to him much more. We can't leave him in the gym mat while I sterilize bottles or do 1 of the 34837 things on our to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been delaying the purchase of an excersaucer because we haven't had time to do research and because we learned a lesson about making new purchases-- make sure baby actually likes the thing before spending another $100 on something he won't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, someone generously gave us their used Jumperoo and it has been sitting in the corner of the nursery for at least 3 months. I didn't think we'd use it until after B graduated from using the excersaucer. Tonight, we said "What the heck" and gave it a try before bathing him and we got such a kick out of it. Watch the clip below and you'll see what I'm talking about. We couldn't stop laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-835410029dd84fbc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D835410029dd84fbc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330245866%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64601B8459F48CCB9EC87CD4D226078AF0E5AEC4.2FE8B5D351059C4296E4C0B94308E568638A8B1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D835410029dd84fbc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdRmoSSFnLI0f48pzxjhsLOW-wUA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D835410029dd84fbc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330245866%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64601B8459F48CCB9EC87CD4D226078AF0E5AEC4.2FE8B5D351059C4296E4C0B94308E568638A8B1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D835410029dd84fbc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdRmoSSFnLI0f48pzxjhsLOW-wUA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to many more happy moments to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-5429067443166873450?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5429067443166873450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-in-jumperoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/5429067443166873450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/5429067443166873450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-in-jumperoo.html' title='Fun in the jumperoo'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-4135985346557085097</id><published>2010-04-24T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:45:16.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>First Baseball Game at Citifield</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwZZHatoKI/AAAAAAAACps/rofRV2mE9gQ/s1600/IMG_9037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwZZHatoKI/AAAAAAAACps/rofRV2mE9gQ/s320/IMG_9037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484286365508935842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joon and I grew up rooting for the Mets since we were kids. Being the hardcore fan that he is, Joon couldn't wait to take his little boy to his first ball game. He bought tickets as soon as they went on sale for opening day 2010 at Citifield. He debated as to what little B would wear. I, on the other hand, couldn't stop myself from thinking about all of the necessary planning involved in taking an infant to a baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the things that came to my mind immediately after Joon told us we would be going to the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does the stadium allow for strollers?&lt;br /&gt;If yes, where would we park the stroller when we're seated? If not, how will we carry the baby there? How will we carry baby around the stadium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will our seats be near the aisle? Will I have to get up a billion times if baby doesn't want to stay seated? What if the people sitting next to us get annoyed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When baby needs to be changed, will I have to change him in the women's restroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where and when will baby be fed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How will we dress the baby? What if he's too hot? What if it's too cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What should we pack in our diaper bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do we take our DSLR or our point and shoot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, I was only making myself more anxious than I already am. After some research before going to the game and having gone to the game, here are the answers to my earlier questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some stadiums allow strollers and have designated stroller parking areas. However, these parking areas only allow for umbrella strollers which can be folded up and are compact enough to fit into a tiny area. So if you have any other kind, you have to come up with a plan B. Since our Bugaboo is no where near being compact, we decided to use our Baby Bjorn. It was definitely a good idea because we were able to have B face outward and observe everything going on around him rather than using our other carrier (which I typically prefer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwZYofOWtI/AAAAAAAACpk/qPiw6Uct1Nk/s1600/IMG_9065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwZYofOWtI/AAAAAAAACpk/qPiw6Uct1Nk/s320/IMG_9065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484286357206358738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwZXf96WAI/AAAAAAAACpc/Z7HpANAKcGU/s1600/IMG_9139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwZXf96WAI/AAAAAAAACpc/Z7HpANAKcGU/s320/IMG_9139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484286337739282434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We were seated 4 seats away from an aisle, so it wasn't so bad. We did end up feeling badly since we had to get up several times when B was getting fussy from the noise, to change him, to feed him, and to avoid the hot beams of the sun. Next time, we are definitely going to try to get aisle seats so that we don't have to bother anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Citifield had restrooms but they are usually locked, so you have to get a key from someone who works there, which was annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We ended up feeding B only one time while we were there. Our tickets gave us access to an indoor, air-conditioned area with a lounge area. I highly recommend trying to work this into your ticket deal. It was great relief being able to drop all of our stuff, and sit comfortably for a while with baby on the couch (on a blanket of course) and not have to carry the baby the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Although Joon carefully planned B's outfit based on what he thought looked best, I knew we had more to consider. I found myself checking the weather forecast for a week before the game. We were lucky to go on a day when there was good sunshine with a nice breeze. B was dressed in a short sleeved shirt with thin sweatpants. It seemed perfect for a while, but we were seated, the sun was shining directly onto us so it was SO incredibly hot! When we got up to walk around the stadium, we were under the shade and it was ridiculously cold! We then put him in a long sleeved shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwZZpa4LZI/AAAAAAAACp0/ymoCLoAjwCI/s1600/IMG_9012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwZZpa4LZI/AAAAAAAACp0/ymoCLoAjwCI/s320/IMG_9012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484286374636432786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In our diaper bag we had the usual stuff. The only additional thing that we packed was a long sleeved shirt and extra diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We didn't want to have to schlep so much stuff with us since we didn't have our stroller to hang things onto and since we were taking the subway for a stop. We decided to take our DSLR because we figured that since this was B's first ball game, we should try to take nice photos for him to look back at when he's older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family photo time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwZW5o0liI/AAAAAAAACpU/qnlCH8D9AoY/s1600/IMG_9200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwZW5o0liI/AAAAAAAACpU/qnlCH8D9AoY/s320/IMG_9200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484286327450277410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-4135985346557085097?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4135985346557085097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-baseball-game-at-citifield.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/4135985346557085097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/4135985346557085097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-baseball-game-at-citifield.html' title='First Baseball Game at Citifield'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/TBwZZHatoKI/AAAAAAAACps/rofRV2mE9gQ/s72-c/IMG_9037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-9152647572655228398</id><published>2010-04-24T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:45:28.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100th day celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>100th Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S9OkcsUhCNI/AAAAAAAACng/ClE70U542r8/s1600/IMG_8454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S9OkcsUhCNI/AAAAAAAACng/ClE70U542r8/s320/IMG_8454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463891585771047122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 100th day of baby's life is considered to be a huge milestone in the Korean culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Ben's 100th day birthday on March 28, my parents and mother-in-law joined us to celebrate. My mother arranged a mini-spread of different types of foods on our dining table so that we could take the typical family photos standing behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S9Ol8H0bkNI/AAAAAAAACnw/ojVGtYyOJ5Q/s1600/IMG_8735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S9Ol8H0bkNI/AAAAAAAACnw/ojVGtYyOJ5Q/s320/IMG_8735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463893225240236242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S9Ol8zI3kvI/AAAAAAAACoA/BvXwO0zXHus/s1600/IMG_8650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S9Ol8zI3kvI/AAAAAAAACoA/BvXwO0zXHus/s320/IMG_8650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463893236868682482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S9Ol8r0-plI/AAAAAAAACn4/9Q-qYVI6-I0/s1600/IMG_8713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S9Ol8r0-plI/AAAAAAAACn4/9Q-qYVI6-I0/s320/IMG_8713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463893234906211922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake reads, "Happy 100th day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S9Ol7pQIGnI/AAAAAAAACno/0Ss6SmcPAJE/s1600/IMG_8540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S9Ol7pQIGnI/AAAAAAAACno/0Ss6SmcPAJE/s320/IMG_8540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463893217034902130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how time really flies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-9152647572655228398?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/9152647572655228398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/04/100th-day-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/9152647572655228398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/9152647572655228398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/04/100th-day-celebration.html' title='100th Day Celebration'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S9OkcsUhCNI/AAAAAAAACng/ClE70U542r8/s72-c/IMG_8454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-7643206438213638083</id><published>2010-03-29T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:45:35.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Babies Have Intuition. They Just Know... (feeding and sleeping)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S7ExJKtuQgI/AAAAAAAACnY/SzH7FZzmbow/s1600/IMG_8753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S7ExJKtuQgI/AAAAAAAACnY/SzH7FZzmbow/s320/IMG_8753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454194657287094786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people ask if Ben is a good sleeper, I usually say, "It depends." If you're talking about how he naps, then the answer is no. If you're asking about his sleep at night, then the answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like his mom, Ben is NOT a napper. My mom tells me that I hated napping as an infant up until I was in kindergarten. In pre-school, while the other kids took out their mats for naptime, my teacher had to sit with me because I wouldn't sleep! I bet she tried doing everything until she finally accepted the fact that I wasn't going to nap. I remember having to do extra math sheets while my buddies were snoring away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On any given day, Ben might take 2 naps that last for about 15 minutes at most. You could clearly tell he's tired-- he gets cranky, his eyes get smaller, he rubs his eyes, etc. but this baby refuses to sleep! We've tried the bouncer, the swing, putting him in the stroller, and carrying him for over an hour. His eyes might close for a few seconds, but then he quickly opens them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first brought Ben home, he wasn't sleeping much at all. However, for the past 4 weeks, he's been an awesome sleeper, sleeping from the moment we put him down into his crib which is usually at around 7:30-8:00 to 6 am! He started doing this a little before I had to go back to work.  It was almost as if he knew that I needed him to sleep through the night so that I could survive at work. We were shocked by this because prior to it happening, he was waking up quite frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were first discharged after his birth, we were told to feed him every two hours, even if it required that we had to wake him up from his sleep.  Even if he slept for longer intervals, we didn't let him. They never tell you that feeding a baby every two hours means that the next feeding starts two hours from the beginning of the last feeding-- not two hours from the end of the last feeding!! This means that if it takes your baby 30 minutes for a feeding, the next feeding really starts 1.5 hours after the last ends. Needless to say, we didn't sleep very much for the first two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally decided to be less strict about his feedings, the whole jaundice fiasco began (remember? his bili level was at 23) and the drs at the ER scared us by saying that his jaundice won't get better unless we fed him every two hours. So we were back to the 2 hour schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few weeks, our worrying about his jaundice had subsided. We continued to swaddle him now using the Miracle Blanket instead of the Halo Sack and started weaning off his night-time feedings one at a time and didn't feed him until he woke up on his own, which was every 3 hours and then every 4 hours. Eventually, he was sleeping for a good 5 hour chunk and then a 7 hour one. (For a period of time, he would wake up every day at 4am on the dot giving us a 4 hour stretch of uninterrupted sleep, which we needed desperately.) As I mentioned earlier, for the past 4 weeks, he's been sleeping through the entire night waking up at around 6 and hanging out in his crib until his morning feeding at 630ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this brings me to today-- the first day of my spring break. He decided to wake up once at 2am which didn't require much other than placing a binky in his mouth. And then he decided to wake up again at 4am and he just kept on playing in his crib cooing and babbling nonstop which was followed by crying. Joon and I tried figuring out why he didn't sleep through the night this time but couldn't think of any specific reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if babies know what's really going on. It was almost as if Ben knew that I wasn't going to work this morning and he knew 3 weeks ago that I would be going to work and needed sleep. I wonder if this pattern will continue and what's going to happen when I have to go back in a week. Hopefully my theory will hold true and he'll sleep through the night again because if not, then I'm in big trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-7643206438213638083?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7643206438213638083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/03/babies-just-know-feeding-and-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/7643206438213638083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/7643206438213638083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/03/babies-just-know-feeding-and-sleeping.html' title='Babies Have Intuition. They Just Know... (feeding and sleeping)'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S7ExJKtuQgI/AAAAAAAACnY/SzH7FZzmbow/s72-c/IMG_8753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-5292832660047408187</id><published>2010-03-25T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:45:42.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Fist Pumping Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6wDeagP6uI/AAAAAAAACmg/x8Om2BxaCDk/s1600/IMG_8400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6wDeagP6uI/AAAAAAAACmg/x8Om2BxaCDk/s320/IMG_8400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452737069884369634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ben isn't allowed to watch TV, we don't understand how he learned how to fist pump like the guys on the Jersey Shore. We hope he doesn't live by their motto of GTL (gym, tan, laundry) although I wouldn't mind him doing the laundry from time to time. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-5292832660047408187?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5292832660047408187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/03/fist-pumping-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/5292832660047408187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/5292832660047408187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/03/fist-pumping-baby.html' title='Fist Pumping Baby'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6wDeagP6uI/AAAAAAAACmg/x8Om2BxaCDk/s72-c/IMG_8400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-5877995551264734911</id><published>2010-03-19T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:45:50.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Recapping the Past 4 weeks</title><content type='html'>What's happened in the past 4 weeks? Hope these photos can do the recapping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated weeks 10, 11, 12, and 13. We love these photos of him smiling with his eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qo1OX7rZI/AAAAAAAACjY/3278Zkg-IjI/s1600-h/IMG_7723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qo1OX7rZI/AAAAAAAACjY/3278Zkg-IjI/s320/IMG_7723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450526343881797010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qo0rvYbeI/AAAAAAAACjQ/Mn-6tAKYEJU/s1600-h/IMG_7827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qo0rvYbeI/AAAAAAAACjQ/Mn-6tAKYEJU/s320/IMG_7827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450526334584909282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qo0ETH7zI/AAAAAAAACjI/a7Cheonz9XI/s1600-h/IMG_7976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qo0ETH7zI/AAAAAAAACjI/a7Cheonz9XI/s320/IMG_7976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450526323997404978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qoz3IaDwI/AAAAAAAACjA/Pjasktpqvgw/s1600-h/IMG_8201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qoz3IaDwI/AAAAAAAACjA/Pjasktpqvgw/s320/IMG_8201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450526320462794498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gotten better at tummy time, although he still hates it. His cheeks keep weighing him down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QslK-ie7I/AAAAAAAACjg/vOf9u9zJl70/s1600-h/IMG_7811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QslK-ie7I/AAAAAAAACjg/vOf9u9zJl70/s320/IMG_7811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450530466138586034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves listening to stories. Boy can focus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QsmrRMfCI/AAAAAAAACj4/M9ByIH2tql0/s1600-h/IMG_7941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QsmrRMfCI/AAAAAAAACj4/M9ByIH2tql0/s320/IMG_7941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450530491986639906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q-Dr2FPOI/AAAAAAAACmY/ZjZ8J8iLqPw/s1600-h/IMG_8062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q-Dr2FPOI/AAAAAAAACmY/ZjZ8J8iLqPw/s320/IMG_8062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450549682055232738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qsl8gOhRI/AAAAAAAACjo/nP_bE_lCuDk/s1600-h/IMG_7738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qsl8gOhRI/AAAAAAAACjo/nP_bE_lCuDk/s320/IMG_7738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450530479433221394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his first playdate with his friend Gavin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QsmGgpB9I/AAAAAAAACjw/Hfsa-YMFs5g/s1600-h/IMG_7747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QsmGgpB9I/AAAAAAAACjw/Hfsa-YMFs5g/s320/IMG_7747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450530482119313362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the park for the first time. We enjoyed the beautiful 65 degree weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q5jvCaTXI/AAAAAAAACmI/LOJ5foEyWEU/s1600-h/IMG_7987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q5jvCaTXI/AAAAAAAACmI/LOJ5foEyWEU/s320/IMG_7987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450544735109926258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QsnI71m6I/AAAAAAAACkA/6h8uYRmEwDI/s1600-h/IMG_8005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QsnI71m6I/AAAAAAAACkA/6h8uYRmEwDI/s320/IMG_8005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450530499950123938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows how to pick up the ladies. "How YOU doing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QuqBLvhnI/AAAAAAAACkY/Fa4PEfvPD4M/s1600-h/IMG_8070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QuqBLvhnI/AAAAAAAACkY/Fa4PEfvPD4M/s320/IMG_8070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450532748432213618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can grasp the bendy ball and smiles when he drops it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QupPaLvmI/AAAAAAAACkI/T-lqbBWfYCc/s1600-h/IMG_8177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QupPaLvmI/AAAAAAAACkI/T-lqbBWfYCc/s320/IMG_8177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450532735071010402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sucks his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q1_NUZ3gI/AAAAAAAAClo/ou4G9JP7apU/s1600-h/IMG_8044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q1_NUZ3gI/AAAAAAAAClo/ou4G9JP7apU/s320/IMG_8044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450540809048415746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QzC0Zl1II/AAAAAAAAClg/djTMeh11jT4/s1600-h/IMG_7382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QzC0Zl1II/AAAAAAAAClg/djTMeh11jT4/s320/IMG_7382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450537572543878274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QzCIkkWmI/AAAAAAAAClY/JZh-Sbwl2ic/s1600-h/IMG_8122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QzCIkkWmI/AAAAAAAAClY/JZh-Sbwl2ic/s320/IMG_8122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450537560778758754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QzB6aLu0I/AAAAAAAAClQ/dKbJrvLdCak/s1600-h/IMG_8154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QzB6aLu0I/AAAAAAAAClQ/dKbJrvLdCak/s320/IMG_8154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450537556977105730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QzBX0WGEI/AAAAAAAAClI/8rpGhuGZWbQ/s1600-h/IMG_8093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QzBX0WGEI/AAAAAAAAClI/8rpGhuGZWbQ/s320/IMG_8093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450537547691595842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got new hats. Here are two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QxLpKf96I/AAAAAAAACkg/dzxk00OaH6U/s1600-h/IMG_7788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QxLpKf96I/AAAAAAAACkg/dzxk00OaH6U/s320/IMG_7788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450535525123356578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QxMF6LpJI/AAAAAAAACko/3wk82H7Lk4o/s1600-h/IMG_7870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QxMF6LpJI/AAAAAAAACko/3wk82H7Lk4o/s320/IMG_7870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450535532839543954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He browsed the books at Barnes and Nobles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q7LVDoR4I/AAAAAAAACmQ/qzQfjwzM6Cg/s1600-h/27185_691731941482_109349_39393771_1354689_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q7LVDoR4I/AAAAAAAACmQ/qzQfjwzM6Cg/s320/27185_691731941482_109349_39393771_1354689_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450546514842109826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, he can't stop smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QxNCtBtzI/AAAAAAAAClA/68Qj5F5wuaE/s1600-h/IMG_8163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QxNCtBtzI/AAAAAAAAClA/68Qj5F5wuaE/s320/IMG_8163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450535549158930226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qupd44DPI/AAAAAAAACkQ/01S9vx4Pg10/s1600-h/IMG_8181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Qupd44DPI/AAAAAAAACkQ/01S9vx4Pg10/s320/IMG_8181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450532738957839602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q1_vjtORI/AAAAAAAAClw/5jGxkXuj3uo/s1600-h/IMG_8030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q1_vjtORI/AAAAAAAAClw/5jGxkXuj3uo/s320/IMG_8030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450540818239404306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QxMXxQcsI/AAAAAAAACkw/DN-VVDrxjcE/s1600-h/IMG_7908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QxMXxQcsI/AAAAAAAACkw/DN-VVDrxjcE/s320/IMG_7908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450535537633948354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q2AupjLtI/AAAAAAAACmA/2OIbZFSETA4/s1600-h/IMG_8097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q2AupjLtI/AAAAAAAACmA/2OIbZFSETA4/s320/IMG_8097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450540835175345874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6Q2AJI0wRI/AAAAAAAACl4/5BXzQBwFOc4/s1600-h/IMG_8145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I apologize for being MIA. After considering long and hard as to whether or not I should return to work or be a stay-at-home mom, we decided that it was best for me to go back. Today marks the end of my second week back at work after a 12 week leave. These two weeks have been perhaps some of the most challenging weeks of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question people keep asking me is: How's it like being back? I usually give one of two generic answers saying, "It's great to be back!" or "It's really tough being back." Yes, I know they contradict each other, but depending on the given second when the question is asked, my response changes. Although I've answered this question more than 50 times already, I still feel rather uncomfortable when it's asked because I'm still not sure about how I feel. I wonder if I'll ever know. If I figure that out, I promise to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 12 weeks since his birth, I was at home all day, everyday and my life revolved around one and only one thing-- Ben. If he needed his diaper changed for the 11th time that day, I changed his diaper. If he woke up crying hysterically needing to be fed at 4am, I woke up and fed him. If he needed to be held and rocked for over an hour to take a nap that lasted only 5 minutes, that's what I did. This was my life, my full-time job, and I loved every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule has obviously changed tremendously since I've been back at work. The word that best describes how I felt initially is OVERWHELMED. All of a sudden I had a job other than that of being Ben's mom.  I was no longer just Michelle, the mommy, but I was also Ms. Park, the teacher. I now had two full-time jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm always running from one place to the next. I feel like I'm not doing either of my jobs well enough. But I know that with time, things will get better and easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since someone has asked me for this, maybe it'll be helpful for other future mamas who are planning on going back to work. Here's what a typical weekday is like for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 Wake-up, eat breakfast, pack lunch, get dressed, watch/read the news&lt;br /&gt;6:45 Feed (nurse on one side while pumping the other)&lt;br /&gt;7:30 Leave the apartment and go to work&lt;br /&gt;7:45 Get to work and try to get ready before the kids to arrive&lt;br /&gt;8:15 Teach (pump during my break which is at a different time each day)&lt;br /&gt;4:30 Get home and feed&lt;br /&gt;5:00 Play with baby in the apartment or at the park&lt;br /&gt;6:30 Make dinner, eat, clean up&lt;br /&gt;7:30 Bath time (every other day) and feed&lt;br /&gt;9:00 Prepare for work and shower&lt;br /&gt;10:00 Pump again while watching tv&lt;br /&gt;11:00 Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I get to come home to every day... Nothing else can make my bad days into amazing ones like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QlXFFAb6I/AAAAAAAACi4/BsL1YazC6gI/s1600-h/IMG_8100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QlXFFAb6I/AAAAAAAACi4/BsL1YazC6gI/s320/IMG_8100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450522527455539106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-1229837987173102419?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1229837987173102419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/03/typical-day-in-life-of-working-mommy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/1229837987173102419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/1229837987173102419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/03/typical-day-in-life-of-working-mommy.html' title='Typical Day in the Life of a Working First-Time Mommy'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S6QlXFFAb6I/AAAAAAAACi4/BsL1YazC6gI/s72-c/IMG_8100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-6240963123038041215</id><published>2010-02-20T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:46:44.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Your New Best Friend-- Baby's Pediatrician!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S4FfcyA6G1I/AAAAAAAACik/ovRO3DIUJUg/s1600-h/IMG_7636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S4FfcyA6G1I/AAAAAAAACik/ovRO3DIUJUg/s320/IMG_7636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440734772906826578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will probably see more of your pediatrician in your baby's first year of life than at any other time. The baby's first examination takes place immediately after birth at the hospital. After that, typically your pediatrician will want to see your baby sometime within the first two weeks of life, at 2 months, 4 months, 6 months, 9 months, and at 12 months. This may not seem like much, but these in conjunction with all the additional visits you'll make because of your concerns as a new mom (ie. freaking out about something that doesn't really matter, but matters to you) definitely adds up! Since you're going to be spending tons of time at the office, you ought to make sure that you really like your pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started going to the practice we chose because of a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. referrals/reviews. Almost all of my colleagues with children who live in the area go to this practice. These are some of the best moms that I know (super-mommies) so I trust their judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. scheduling convenience. Our practice decided to start using an all online system for making appointments. I can't tell you how amazing this has been. It's as easy as logging onto your email account. After searching through the available time slots and checking to see which times work best for you, you simply click on the time slot and bam... you have an appointment! No more having to be put on hold for minutes while listening to boring elevator music. I hate that! Plus, the office has weekend hours so if your newborn gets sick, you won't have to wait till Monday to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. location. Our practice is conveniently located 4 blocks from our apartment. It doesn't get any better than that! If you have a sick child, the last thing you want to have to do is worry about getting there and back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. options. The practice has several participating pediatricians, so you have the option of choosing whomever you wish. If you don't particularly like one, you can choose another one so you're not locked into having one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. board certification. It was important for us to find a pediatrician who was board certified because my sister-in-law, who is also a ped, told us so. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our first visit after being discharged from the hospital, I chose one of the peds at the practice because a friend of mine said that she liked her. During our second visit (because of Ben's jaundice), we ended up going to another person because we had to take the next available appointment because it was urgent and she was the only person who had an opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we took Ben to his second month well-visit and saw ANOTHER pediatrician! By the time we realized that we had forgotten to schedule this appointment, it was already the week before his two month birthday. I felt like a bad mommy for forgetting, but it ended up being a good thing because we met Dr. F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you enter the examination room for any appointment, the nurse requests that you undress baby except for his diaper just in case of an accident and when the ped comes in, you're directed to take the diaper off. The nurse took the typical measurements: weight, height, head circumference, rectal temperature. She asked us whether or not Ben had reached developmental milestones such as tracking and holding his head up at a 45 degree angle. We felt so proud when the nurse clicked the boxes for YES on the list. Dr. F. then entered and did her thing. We put his diaper back on as we spoke to her about Ben's progress. Some of the things we discussed included a list of questions that  I brought such as feeding, vitamins, sleeping, cradle cap, bump on head, his jaundice, etc. She asked us a few other things while typing away on her computer. At first, I was wondering why she was typing as we spoke, but when I looked over at her screen, I saw that she was typing everything said in our conversation for her records. Wow! This made complete sense. How would she be able to remember each of her patients if she didn't take copious notes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared myself for what was to come. Now, call me sadistic if you'd like, but I really enjoy getting shots and having my blood drawn. But after our experiences with Ben's endless heel sticks and his blood getting all over Joon's clothes, I can no longer stand the thought of him getting a shot. Ben got his vaccinations at this visit, 3 of which were in the form of a shot and 1 of which was oral. Dr. F did it so quickly that it felt as if it took less than a minute to do everything. Of course, Ben cried, but after the first shot, his cries weren't as intense. I'm proud that I didn't have to leave the room. I'm getting stronger, or at least I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the vaccinations, I reminded Dr. F about Ben's jaundice and that we're still concerned about it since he still looks a tad bit yellow. Although she commented that he "appeared to look fine", she said that she would absolutely do another heel stick to confirm that his bilirubin level has decreased to a normal level to ease our anxiety. She proceeded to say that she understood the importance of our peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we appreciated most about Dr. F was the fact that she too is a mom of an infant and she was able to empathize with us. She completely understood why first time moms worry so much because she knows what it's like. She made us feel good during the entire appointment and she didn't rush us--lots of doctors do that, so beware!. Never did we feel as if she were judging our parenting skills, which also tends to happen often or so I hear. She asked us if we had any questions and she answered each of them thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it helped that when we were talking about Ben's sleep patterns/habits, she said very emphatically, "You know what? You know those moms who tell you that their newborns are sleeping through the night?... They're lying!" HAHA! That ultimately sealed the deal for us. We were in love... with our pediatrician!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice to First-Time Mommies from a First-Time Mommy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Set criteria on what's most important to you for determining who will be your child's pediatrician. Remember to consider location, convenience, availability of appointments, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have an ongoing list of questions you may have to ask your pediatrician at the next visit because if you're like me, your memory won't be as good as it used to be. Also, if you don't have a list with you at the appointment, you might forget to ask a question and then hit yourself over the head for not having done so when you get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Remember that you should feel comfortable during your appointments. If your ped rushes you, makes you feel like a bad parent and/or doesn't answer your questions, get out of there and find someone else. There's no reason for you to become more stressed. You already have 4873984 + 1 things on your mind. You'll feel so much better when you find the right one. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for your viewing pleasure... more photos!! (This blog is the only way my relatives in Korea see pictures of Ben, so there may be random photos that don't necessarily relate to the post. Sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S4FfcpPhAdI/AAAAAAAACic/2tY3WpOKqck/s1600-h/IMG_7628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S4FfcpPhAdI/AAAAAAAACic/2tY3WpOKqck/s320/IMG_7628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440734770552177106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S4Ffb4OpbvI/AAAAAAAACiU/rcuvavB6JZg/s1600-h/IMG_7692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S4Ffb4OpbvI/AAAAAAAACiU/rcuvavB6JZg/s320/IMG_7692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440734757395197682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-6240963123038041215?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6240963123038041215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-new-best-friend-babys-pediatrician.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/6240963123038041215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/6240963123038041215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-new-best-friend-babys-pediatrician.html' title='Your New Best Friend-- Baby&apos;s Pediatrician!!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S4FfcyA6G1I/AAAAAAAACik/ovRO3DIUJUg/s72-c/IMG_7636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-1237869735328937334</id><published>2010-02-18T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:46:27.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Embracing My New Life As a Mommy</title><content type='html'>Joon and I celebrated our first Valentine's Day as parents. It ultimately was an awesome day, but only after breaking down and accepting the reality of being a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, Joon has planned a romantic evening for us which always involved fine dining and a show or something new. I know how some people don't particularly enjoy Valentine's Day, but I love it! This year was very different though. I had been dreading it in a way because accepting it would mean that I needed to deal with the fact that it's no longer just the two of us. It's the three of us. We no longer can go out for a nice dinner without having to worry about another human being-- Ben. Forget about spontaneous dates. Forget about going out to eat. Forget about random trips. To add to this, forget about anything you used to do when you were childless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. Shouldn't you have thought about this before deciding to have a child? Yes, of course, we thought about how our lives would be different after having a baby and we knew the choice we were making. And, don't get me wrong. We never regret the choice we made to have our little man either. But the thing is... when you are finally in a situation, like say Valentine's day, where you've been doing it a certain way for the past 9 years, but now can't, it's kind of like a smack in the face. It's hard when something that has become almost ritualized changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joon really knows me well. Even though I didn't say anything, he already knew that I would be completely bummed out about V-day and had anticipated another meltdown from me. All week long, he kept on telling me that he was planning a surprise. Little did he know that saying this made me feel worse at the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier Sunday morning, we went on our first trip to my parents' house, but Joon insisted that we get back home early because he had to prepare for the evening. While I tended to Ben, Joon banned me from the kitchen and was in there for about 4 hours! Yes, 4 hours! When he finally came out, he placed a piece of paper on the coffee table in front of me and there it was... a printed menu of what to expect at "Cafe Joon". (No, he didn't name it that. I did!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S31kP2WefjI/AAAAAAAACh0/3djyO9R9ec0/s1600-h/21580_685198843862_109349_39189588_6192355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S31kP2WefjI/AAAAAAAACh0/3djyO9R9ec0/s320/21580_685198843862_109349_39189588_6192355_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439614148384030258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He topped it all off with macaroons from Sucre, my favorite. This was extra special because it reminded me of our last trip before having Ben to New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S31j3vyxTMI/AAAAAAAAChs/cWb12CVENSM/s1600-h/20280_685225495452_109349_39190665_441928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S31j3vyxTMI/AAAAAAAAChs/cWb12CVENSM/s320/20280_685225495452_109349_39190665_441928_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439613734306794690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joon really out-did himself. Not only was the dinner a huge success, but he showed me how much he actually understood what I've been going through and how well he knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives will never be the same as it was in the pre-baby days. I still miss those days terribly, but I'm loving my time as a mommy also. I know that it'll just take some time for us to adjust to this new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice to First-Time Mommies from a First-Time Mommy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not miss your old life. If you do, just remember that you now have a "slightly-altered" life and that with time, you'll get used to it and learn to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What helps me deal with this is by looking at Ben and thinking to myself, "What would my life be without him?" I can't imagine it. Look at him... my little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S31oB122nQI/AAAAAAAACh8/eTDb849HeJs/s1600-h/IMG_7568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S31oB122nQI/AAAAAAAACh8/eTDb849HeJs/s320/IMG_7568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439618305779735810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S37FZdoC0xI/AAAAAAAACiE/gK6nBjmh0zM/s1600-h/IMG_7581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S37FZdoC0xI/AAAAAAAACiE/gK6nBjmh0zM/s320/IMG_7581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440002441150124818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S37FZrXx27I/AAAAAAAACiM/8pcyeOyFoCk/s1600-h/IMG_7608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S37FZrXx27I/AAAAAAAACiM/8pcyeOyFoCk/s320/IMG_7608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440002444840000434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-1237869735328937334?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1237869735328937334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/embracing-your-new-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/1237869735328937334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/1237869735328937334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/embracing-your-new-life.html' title='Embracing My New Life As a Mommy'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S31kP2WefjI/AAAAAAAACh0/3djyO9R9ec0/s72-c/21580_685198843862_109349_39189588_6192355_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-3439513532776890430</id><published>2010-02-11T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:43:52.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Navigating the City</title><content type='html'>Those of you who know me know that I have lots of anxiety. I've been scared out of my mind to take Ben outside!! I'm completely envious of mommies who've been able to do this since day one and have mastered the art of taking their babies out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this all stems from the Korean "one month rule", which many different Asian cultures have variations of. During pregnancy, my mom would constantly remind me that I was so lucky to be having Ben in the winter since according to the rule, both baby and mommy are not allowed to leave the home for a month. (To my non-Korean readers, YES! I'm not kidding. ONE MONTH of being stuck indoors! ) She explained that it had something to do with allowing time for the baby's immune system to build up and for mommy's body to completely heal. Since it was too cold to go out anyway, she believed that it was in my favor. I wouldn't feel badly about not going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this backfired. During the first month, I became restless and claustrophobic. Talk about a bad case of cabin fever! Winters are already hard enough to deal with in the city since it's so gloomy out which causes one to become more and more introverted. Imagine being confined in a tiny apartment, not by choice! It was just Ben and me for 8.5 hours where I'd be having one-way conversations. Ben wasn't smiling yet, so it really felt like I was talking to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, if you've read my earlier post, you know that Ben and I finally went out on his 1 month birthday on a short trip 3 blocks away to the 86th Street H&amp;amp;M. I thought that I'd be dying to get out since I'd been stuck in the apartment for what seemed like an eternity. I thought that this day would go down in the books as a day to remember! I found myself, however, scared out of my mind to take him out! My mom had instilled the fear of GOD in me. "It's too cold to take him out. He's going to get sick. Taking care of a sick baby is the worst. etc. etc..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to these fears, so many other things crossed my mind. What if this and what if that? The scariest thing then and now has been worrying about feeding and changing Ben. Where would I be able to do these things? Fortunately, while surfing the net, I found something that hopefully will come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find a changing table when Ben has an accident and needs to be changed? Where can I find a kid-friendly restaurant nearby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's an app for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing...... the iKidNY iPhone application!! Navigating the city just got easier! The iKidNY iPhone app was developed by a NYC mom who just wanted to make her life a little easier. Features include the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- super easy one touch navigation&lt;br /&gt;- interactive neighborhood map for searching anywhere in the 5 boroughs&lt;br /&gt;- one touch auto connect to all phone numbers and websites&lt;br /&gt;- detailed directions to any location&lt;br /&gt;- and much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3RA0xlROYI/AAAAAAAAChE/Vq8qjrvKi7o/s1600-h/screen_1-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3RA0xlROYI/AAAAAAAAChE/Vq8qjrvKi7o/s320/screen_1-150x150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437041925550061954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie. Has this changed my life immediately? Absolutely not. Have I left the house yet? No, but I know that once I get over my fear of stepping out into the world, I'll have access to this information at my fingertips and will have one less thing to worry about. For a mere $2.99 on iTunes, I think it's been a godsend. A huge shout out to the mama who made this app. You've made my life a whole lot simpler and less worrisome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www3.timeoutny.com/newyork/kids/blog/2009/10/20/ikidny-an-iphone-app-for-nyc-parents/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-3439513532776890430?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3439513532776890430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/navigating-city.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/3439513532776890430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/3439513532776890430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/navigating-city.html' title='Navigating the City'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3RA0xlROYI/AAAAAAAAChE/Vq8qjrvKi7o/s72-c/screen_1-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-2067297609160061180</id><published>2010-02-08T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:28:52.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Documenting Ben's Life</title><content type='html'>During pregnancy, I thought long and hard about how I could best document Ben's growth and progress. I knew immediately that I would take tons of pictures like any other first-time parent. I've seen the idea of using a sheet of paper with the child's age printed onto it which is placed next to the child in the photo. I thought that it would be clever to use building blocks instead of having to print things off the computer or write it out. I love this idea! I just wish I had Ben in the same position for each of the photos wearing something similar each time like a simple white onesie. Too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed when I look at how big Ben has gotten...  Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3Hf3QQqfhI/AAAAAAAACg8/2KFROXpHg-E/s1600-h/IMG_7466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3Hf3QQqfhI/AAAAAAAACg8/2KFROXpHg-E/s320/IMG_7466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436372365563559442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sgGkkjJXI/AAAAAAAACXc/kmmQHzaLBCo/s1600-h/IMG_7293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sgGkkjJXI/AAAAAAAACXc/kmmQHzaLBCo/s320/IMG_7293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434472672620914034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sk3LerfDI/AAAAAAAACYc/E7NF5gIY_iY/s1600-h/IMG_7157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sk3LerfDI/AAAAAAAACYc/E7NF5gIY_iY/s320/IMG_7157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434477905745509426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sndRxvJBI/AAAAAAAACYk/69TPJ8G-vec/s1600-h/IMG_7052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sndRxvJBI/AAAAAAAACYk/69TPJ8G-vec/s320/IMG_7052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434480759294338066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sqKcltIpI/AAAAAAAACZM/7J_06HdjEJI/s1600-h/IMG_6884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sqKcltIpI/AAAAAAAACZM/7J_06HdjEJI/s320/IMG_6884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434483734314033810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2syIWAh20I/AAAAAAAACZ0/LqE2Y-zNMCw/s1600-h/IMG_6742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2syIWAh20I/AAAAAAAACZ0/LqE2Y-zNMCw/s320/IMG_6742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434492494280776514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tvsZGTVvI/AAAAAAAACac/7ECf_dXK9Xc/s1600-h/IMG_4681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tvsZGTVvI/AAAAAAAACac/7ECf_dXK9Xc/s320/IMG_4681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434560183794882290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any unique ideas for documenting your baby's growth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-2067297609160061180?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2067297609160061180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/documenting-bens-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/2067297609160061180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/2067297609160061180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/documenting-bens-life.html' title='Documenting Ben&apos;s Life'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3Hf3QQqfhI/AAAAAAAACg8/2KFROXpHg-E/s72-c/IMG_7466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-5125399640247070587</id><published>2010-02-08T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:29:07.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>My List of First-Time Mommy Must Haves</title><content type='html'>My Personal Must Haves: (I've put the brands we use in parenthesis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Diapers (Pampers Swaddlers)-- you'll need TONS and TONS of these&lt;br /&gt;2. Wipes (Huggies Sensitive)&lt;br /&gt;3. Changing Pad&lt;br /&gt;4. Nursing Pillow (I swear by the Boppy)&lt;br /&gt;5. Carseat (Graco Snugride)&lt;br /&gt;6. Stroller (Bugaboo Cameleon) &lt;br /&gt;7. Diaper bag (Hop and Skip Dash Deluxe)&lt;br /&gt;8. Baby Carrier (Baby Bjorn Air)&lt;br /&gt;9. Bathtub (Fisher-Price Precious Planet Whale of a Tub)&lt;br /&gt;10. Drying Rack (First Years Spin and Store Dry Rack)&lt;br /&gt;11. Bottles (Born Free)&lt;br /&gt;12. Swaddling Blanket (Miracle Blanket)&lt;br /&gt;13. Diaper Pail (Diaper Dekor Plus)&lt;br /&gt;14. Camera (Canon Rebel xsi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nursing mommies:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nursing Pillow (Boppy)&lt;br /&gt;2. Double Electric Pump (Lansinoh)&lt;br /&gt;3. Breast Milk Storage Bags (Lansinoh)&lt;br /&gt;4. Breast Milk Storage Bottles (Lansinoh)&lt;br /&gt;5. Nursing Wrap (Hooter Hiders) &lt;br /&gt;6. Baby Vitamin-Trivisol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice to First-time mommies from a First-Time Mommy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've spent lots of money of our own and were gifted things costing tons of money that Ben hasn't particularly liked. Not only have they been a waste of money, they're creating more clutter than our apartment can hold!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents swear by bouncy chairs, for example, and their babies can't live without them, but others find that their babies hate them. Ask a friend if you can borrow these for a few days before making the purchase. You'll save yourself money and you could buy something you need with that money... like more diapers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your mommy must-haves? Has anyone used any of these items?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-5125399640247070587?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5125399640247070587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-list-of-first-time-mommy-must-haves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/5125399640247070587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/5125399640247070587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-list-of-first-time-mommy-must-haves.html' title='My List of First-Time Mommy Must Haves'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-3429509577391996926</id><published>2010-02-08T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:29:23.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>A Few Words on Baby Clothes</title><content type='html'>Prior to the pregnancy and during it, I'd imagine how cute my baby will look in this outfit and that outfit. I found myself at baby clothing stores wanting to buy everything based on how adorable they looked. I could picture myself playing baby dress up with the child growing in my tummy. Little did I know that this wasn't going to be the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got to hold my little man in my arms, I ended up thinking that he was more fragile than he really is. Because of this, when I had to change his clothes, I worried that I would break his frail bones or do something that would harm him. My husband still, after 8 weeks, is scared to change Ben when he's wearing a shirt that needs to be pulled over his head. During baby's first wardrobe change, we quickly found that he doesn't particularly like being changed and sometimes might even protest with tears. Then we ended up tensing up and just wanted the experience to be over. By the time I was done doing what should have taken no longer than a minute, sweat rolled down my forehead and I wondered why it took so long. I was angry with the clothing makers who haven't taken into consideration the fact that you're changing a newborn and they haven't made their clothing infant-friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first three weeks of Ben's life, I've dressed him exclusively in one piece sleepers simply out of convenience. They're very easy to put on compared to two piece outfits (one less thing to put on him!!). Since I was changing diapers from anywhere between 10-15 times a day , it allowed me to do it easily and quickly because of the easy access to the diaper area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing about this was the fact that when I finally went through his wardrobe, I found that he had already outgrown some of his clothes! I was so upset about this but then realized there was nothing I could do about it. Even now, I still would choose convenience during the first few weeks. One-piece sleepers were cute enough for when visitors came and they got the job done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, we have "photo-shoot sessions" when I dress him up in a bunch of outfits that are just one size too big and take tons of pictures. This way, I can send photos to the person who gifted the item to us. (People love receiving these.) Plus, it eliminates the possibility of him outgrowing an outfit and never wearing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advice on Clothing to First-Time Mommies from a First-Time Mommy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Resist the urge and don't buy every cute article of clothing that you see. Purchase only one or two things that you can't live without!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Think comfort over cuteness! Imagine having a newborn crying hysterically who just spit up all over himself needing to have his diaper and outfit changed. The last thing you want to have to do is unbutton his shirt, take it off, and then take off his pants. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't buy any newborn-sized clothes because baby won't get to wear it for very long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wait to buy any clothes. People will be gifting clothes for baby. Buy them when you stop getting gifts. You can't predict when this will happen and by then, baby will be bigger so hold off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Invest in several one-piece sleepers! I recommend the ones that cover their feet. (Look at the photos below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Consider the time of year/season when your child will be born when purchasing any clothes. Your experience might be completely different from mine. Since Ben was born during a terribly cold winter, we haven't had many opportunities to take him out. So, we haven't really had the need to dress him up in nice "outside" clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Ben's drawers is filled just with sleepers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3Ar11Y1frI/AAAAAAAACgk/68cnWHlkMlE/s1600-h/IMG_7411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3Ar11Y1frI/AAAAAAAACgk/68cnWHlkMlE/s320/IMG_7411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435892954100498098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like these kind that cover their feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3Ar1V51ztI/AAAAAAAACgc/H5k_LoKdc_w/s1600-h/IMG_7417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3Ar1V51ztI/AAAAAAAACgc/H5k_LoKdc_w/s320/IMG_7417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435892945648996050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind that I don't like as much because it requires that I put socks on him. I'm lazy... I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3Ar07vhNJI/AAAAAAAACgU/5E4DaOqa0Ac/s1600-h/IMG_7418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3Ar07vhNJI/AAAAAAAACgU/5E4DaOqa0Ac/s320/IMG_7418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435892938626380946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone relate to my experiences with baby clothing or do you have any other advice for first-time mommies on this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-3429509577391996926?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3429509577391996926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/3429509577391996926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/3429509577391996926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-clothes.html' title='A Few Words on Baby Clothes'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3Ar11Y1frI/AAAAAAAACgk/68cnWHlkMlE/s72-c/IMG_7411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-6449265408352273863</id><published>2010-02-05T18:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:29:35.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn'/><title type='text'>Savor Every Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2zaiHOEQnI/AAAAAAAACfM/b7WDsklhtOs/s1600-h/IMG_4548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2zaiHOEQnI/AAAAAAAACfM/b7WDsklhtOs/s320/IMG_4548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434959129917801074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him puckering up those tiny lips. I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look back at this picture, my heart melts. As I leaned in to kiss Ben, I remember wishing to have the ability to freeze time. At that moment, my mind was completely focused just on "Ben and mommy time". Nothing else mattered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's moments like these when I remember the advice that I most received while pregnant. "Try not to sweat the small things and enjoy every second with the baby." It sounds pretty obvious, but it's really tough keeping this in mind when you're "on-the-go" every second of the day and still have so much to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to focus just on Ben when we have our time together. Sometimes, it seems as if time is so slowly passing by. But then I realize it's already been close to 8 weeks since he entered this world. I don't know what my life would be like without him. Time really has flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice to first-time mommies from a first-time mommy:&lt;br /&gt;Try not to sweat the small things and enjoy every second with your baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your home might not be as clean as it used to be. The laundry might not get done as often as it used to even though you have an extra load of baby related items. And, lots of things won't be the same. You'll have to adjust to this, but trust me... it's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-6449265408352273863?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6449265408352273863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-favorite-pic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/6449265408352273863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/6449265408352273863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-favorite-pic.html' title='Savor Every Moment'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2zaiHOEQnI/AAAAAAAACfM/b7WDsklhtOs/s72-c/IMG_4548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-679929027537872809</id><published>2010-02-05T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:29:49.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one month rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Man of Many Hats</title><content type='html'>Ben and I went on our first trip after our month of isolation in the apartment to  H&amp;M! When we got to the children's section, I was surprised to find the cutest little hat. Knowing that Ben has a relatively big head, I opted to buy it in a size for 4-6 month olds. I knew that the hat would go perfectly with a lambskin coat that was gifted to us by my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos. Joon and I can't stop laughing when we look at these. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yVe8Gh2yI/AAAAAAAACeE/fQ0zAww8Y9k/s1600-h/IMG_7252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yVe8Gh2yI/AAAAAAAACeE/fQ0zAww8Y9k/s320/IMG_7252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434883209091472162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yVfSyjMVI/AAAAAAAACeM/yCuRNsjRMXg/s1600-h/IMG_7249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yVfSyjMVI/AAAAAAAACeM/yCuRNsjRMXg/s320/IMG_7249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434883215181689170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yaT67XfWI/AAAAAAAACes/zgvaDfnGcVk/s1600-h/IMG_7244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yaT67XfWI/AAAAAAAACes/zgvaDfnGcVk/s320/IMG_7244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434888517355797858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yb8F76LoI/AAAAAAAACe8/qzI-7RjM7ZE/s1600-h/IMG_7245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yb8F76LoI/AAAAAAAACe8/qzI-7RjM7ZE/s320/IMG_7245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434890307017256578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also received another cute hat from a family friend, so we had to take tons of photos of him with that one on too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yY4p3ibzI/AAAAAAAACek/CiiEx6HwZC8/s1600-h/IMG_7205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yY4p3ibzI/AAAAAAAACek/CiiEx6HwZC8/s320/IMG_7205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434886949408239410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yY4fj_7EI/AAAAAAAACec/KD2Vvs-kEP8/s1600-h/IMG_7212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yY4fj_7EI/AAAAAAAACec/KD2Vvs-kEP8/s320/IMG_7212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434886946641931330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yY32HbCpI/AAAAAAAACeU/yt0N5GMCLBQ/s1600-h/IMG_7239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yY32HbCpI/AAAAAAAACeU/yt0N5GMCLBQ/s320/IMG_7239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434886935516220050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more hats that are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3A6Nwav8bI/AAAAAAAACg0/QEXg8uYUazo/s1600-h/IMG_7401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3A6Nwav8bI/AAAAAAAACg0/QEXg8uYUazo/s320/IMG_7401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435908758245994930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3A6NRa7VOI/AAAAAAAACgs/bFT9M4Z5tfU/s1600-h/IMG_7392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S3A6NRa7VOI/AAAAAAAACgs/bFT9M4Z5tfU/s320/IMG_7392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435908749925242082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom recently shared some stories from my childhood and she mentioned that when I was a little girl, I wouldn't leave the house unless I had a purse to complete my outfit. This is quite ironic considering how tomboy-ish I was growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom said that she wants Ben to always have a hat on when he leaves the house to complete his outfits. Hope these photos temporarily satisfy her desire. We'll see what happens when we start taking him out more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-679929027537872809?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/679929027537872809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/man-of-many-hats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/679929027537872809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/679929027537872809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/man-of-many-hats.html' title='Man of Many Hats'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yVe8Gh2yI/AAAAAAAACeE/fQ0zAww8Y9k/s72-c/IMG_7252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-9192472499806679990</id><published>2010-02-05T13:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:30:18.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Different poses captured</title><content type='html'>It seems like every few seconds when Ben is asleep, he is in a new position. Here are some I've been able to capture thus far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing martial arts in his sleep with his binky in his mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yNXIJ6AdI/AAAAAAAACdk/_LOCAjOiGug/s1600-h/IMG_6886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yNXIJ6AdI/AAAAAAAACdk/_LOCAjOiGug/s320/IMG_6886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434874278794887634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boxing.... put up your dukes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yNWri8GvI/AAAAAAAACdc/FHH0scfP1Ko/s1600-h/IMG_6747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yNWri8GvI/AAAAAAAACdc/FHH0scfP1Ko/s320/IMG_6747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434874271115254514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk like an Egyptian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yNWCxrEaI/AAAAAAAACdU/LBhr8XP_Qrk/s1600-h/IMG_6746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yNWCxrEaI/AAAAAAAACdU/LBhr8XP_Qrk/s320/IMG_6746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434874260171198882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fencing....en garde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yNV3tSimI/AAAAAAAACdM/X2Vaydh0f38/s1600-h/IMG_7310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yNV3tSimI/AAAAAAAACdM/X2Vaydh0f38/s320/IMG_7310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434874257200024162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking....E=mc2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tvslv2BjI/AAAAAAAACak/hMQmPk3NW60/s1600-h/IMG_4719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tvslv2BjI/AAAAAAAACak/hMQmPk3NW60/s320/IMG_4719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434560187190347314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if any of these pictures are predictive of what the future has in store for Ben. My husband, Joon, wants him to become a lefty pitcher for the NY Mets. I, on the other hand, want him to do something that makes him happy and that will make a difference in the world. If we could only predict the future... But then again, I guess that's what makes life fun-- not knowing what the future has in store for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-9192472499806679990?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/9192472499806679990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/different-poses-captured.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/9192472499806679990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/9192472499806679990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/different-poses-captured.html' title='Different poses captured'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2yNXIJ6AdI/AAAAAAAACdk/_LOCAjOiGug/s72-c/IMG_6886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-6904581959005985299</id><published>2010-02-05T08:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:31:58.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>First Birthday Party/Family Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sqL8HOGqI/AAAAAAAACZs/K-woYsNkrR8/s1600-h/IMG_2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sqL8HOGqI/AAAAAAAACZs/K-woYsNkrR8/s320/IMG_2114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434483759955974818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our few married friends, Jacquie and Jason, were married 11 months before us. They had a beautiful daughter, Jasmine, 11 months before us. Ben and Jasmine were both born in 2009, but as you can see from the photo above, Jasmine looks like such a big girl compared to little Ben. Jasmine can hold her head up, can sit up, has a reaction to situations, can walk with guidance, and can crawl really, really fast. Ben can't do any of these things yet (and that's okay). Thing is...I just can't believe they're the same age! When I look at the students in my class, I view them as all being 9 and 10 year olds. I've never thought about how different they are developmentally and in terms of their maturity based on their birthdays. Malcolm Gladwell knew what he was talking about in his book "Outliers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate Jasmine's first birthday, we gathered together at Jacquie's parents' house in Long Island and had so much fun. It was the first time that Joon, Ben, and I have gone out together for a family outing. This was not only our first outing, but was also Ben's 2nd car ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the worry-wart that I am, of course, I had a long list of concerns. What if Ben needs to be changed while we're driving? What if he doesn't stop crying? What if he gets hungry in the car? These were just a few of my worries just for things that could happen while we were en route to LI. Then, some of my other concerns were: Where would I put him down when he falls asleep? Where would I feed him? Since I'm exclusively breastfeeding him, I always worry about this. Some bf-ing moms feel comfortable feeding in public, but I still haven't tried it nor do I think I could do it. Joon even bought me something called a "Hooter Hider" which is basically just a piece of beautiful fabric that's used to give you some privacy from the world while feeding, but I still haven't used it. I'll eventually try it sometime when it gets warmer, but I'm dreading that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben slept through most of the drive there and when he started getting fussy, his binky came to the rescue. When we got there, Jacquie told me that I could use one of the bedrooms to feed him, so that's what I did. I fed him and changed him there. He did so well that day. Just a few cries here and there, but other than that, it was a good outing. I worried for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure things will get easier and I'll be less anxious as we do this more often. I'm hoping to be a pro by the time the weather gets better since we'll be able to go out more. I'll get lots of practice. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-6904581959005985299?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6904581959005985299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/bens-first-birthday-party-and-our-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/6904581959005985299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/6904581959005985299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/bens-first-birthday-party-and-our-first.html' title='First Birthday Party/Family Outing'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sqL8HOGqI/AAAAAAAACZs/K-woYsNkrR8/s72-c/IMG_2114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-7794730434668925872</id><published>2010-02-04T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:31:33.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Ben in the Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tzwj-I-bI/AAAAAAAACb8/30aM7pl8Hzg/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tzwj-I-bI/AAAAAAAACb8/30aM7pl8Hzg/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434564653479426482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tzwQq0OnI/AAAAAAAACb0/2wOvQU9Akis/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tzwQq0OnI/AAAAAAAACb0/2wOvQU9Akis/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434564648298101362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 22, 2009 could possibly have been the scariest day of my life. Ben had his first pediatrician appointment scheduled for the day and it went just as expected. At the conclusion of this visit, I mentioned to the doc that Ben appeared to look a bit yellow. She said that he "didn't look so bad", but would still do a bilirubin blood test just to be sure. Now, when a doctor tells you that it doesn't "look so bad", you believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, at around 11pm, we received a phone call from the doctor's office. It had taken them time to get the results of the blood test. We were told to get ready to rush over to the hospital because Ben's bili level had been a whooping 23! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of having to take a two week old infant to the hospital can be overwhelming. Upon receiving the phone call, I began crying hysterically and couldn't breathe. Joon had to remind me to take deep breaths and that everything would be okay. I couldn't believe what was happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the hospital, they put Ben in an incubator with phototherapy blue lights. They put a biliband around his head to protect his eyes from the lights. If you know infants, you know that they don't stay still. The biliband kept on shifting every time he moved so his eyes were constantly being exposed to the potentially eye-damaging lights. We had to readjust every few minutes. Needless to say, we did not sleep those two nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's blood was drawn every six hours from his heel. Each time, I had to step out of the room and walk down the hallway because I couldn't take the sound of him crying at the top of his lungs. Joon held him close to his body while the nurse pricked his skin and squeezed blood from his heel. This process took at least 15 minutes each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his bili level was finally below 17, we were discharged and hallelujah, we were on our way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very common for newborns to be jaundice, especially Asian babies. I understand that. Everyone keeps telling me, "My baby was jaundiced too. Just get some sunlight and he'll be fine". If I have to hear one more person telling me this, I will scream. There is no sun in the dead middle of winter and little do they know that Ben already went to the hospital for phototherapy. He still has jaundice now as I type this. The doc said that he has a kind of jaundice that'll take about 3 months to go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep things in perspective though. The jaundice doesn't hurt him and his bili level is low so there's no risk of brain damage (which is what I feared most when we found out that it was at 23 at one point in time.) His skin is just a little more "yellow" than your typical Asian baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice to first-time mommies from a first-time mommy:&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it is, try not to let what other people say get to you, even if they have the best intentions. Easier said than done, right? Just try to remember that you are doing everything in your power to care for your child and do what's best.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, you'll end up feeling worse about yourself and you'll think that you're a terrible mom. That's how I felt and it's not a good feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tzxQN5Y_I/AAAAAAAACcM/BPGhOI0TMaE/s1600-h/IMG_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tzxQN5Y_I/AAAAAAAACcM/BPGhOI0TMaE/s320/IMG_2100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434564665356674034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tzw8kwwvI/AAAAAAAACcE/Aj_CIznDQkU/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tzw8kwwvI/AAAAAAAACcE/Aj_CIznDQkU/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434564660083868402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-7794730434668925872?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7794730434668925872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/ben-in-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/7794730434668925872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/7794730434668925872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/ben-in-box.html' title='Ben in the Box'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2tzwj-I-bI/AAAAAAAACb8/30aM7pl8Hzg/s72-c/IMG_0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-4487559926398762512</id><published>2010-02-04T11:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:32:17.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>A Week of Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sk2yVxweI/AAAAAAAACYU/8vH_nmm_8zw/s1600-h/IMG_7170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sk2yVxweI/AAAAAAAACYU/8vH_nmm_8zw/s320/IMG_7170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434477898997285346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When going through training to become a teacher, one has to take classes in psychology and child development in addition to those in education. Everyone told me that having this additional knowledge would be great especially for when I had kids. I never thought that having this knowledge would actually be detrimental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Ben reaches a milestone in his life, yes, we celebrate with hugs and kisses! We feel as if he's accomplished something huge each time. But, when he doesn't do something that I think he "should" be doing according to child development, I worry. What if this... what if that... And those of you who know me, I worry too much to begin with. Plus, having recently attended an autism workshop while on maternity leave hasn't helped either. They always say, " Every child is different in his/her development" and I'm so used to saying that to parents during conferences, but now that we're speaking about MY child, things are so different. (I'll have to dedicate an entire post about my shift of perspective on dealing with parents of my students. More to come later...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been worried for some time (5 days) because Ben wasn't "socially smiling". There were those subtle ones like that little smirk on his face after a good poop. You know exactly what I'm talking about! Those worries, however, quickly went away when I realized that he had been smiling all along. Ben smiles with his eyes. For some reason, I had expected those smiles to look differently. Maybe a bit more exaggerated with giggles and such. Don't ask me why! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben smiles randomly throughout the day. The best is when he spots one of us early in the morning. He tries to make eye contact. Then, he looks straight into our eyes and greets us with the best smile. As every new parent can attest to this, this makes our hearts melt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's especially rewarding now is the fact that there is something being reciprocated. Up until now, he just stared into space, ate, and cried when he needed something or was uncomfortable.  It was hard having one-sided conversations all day while being alone with him for 9 hours from about 8 am-5pm. Although he is still unable to have a spoken conversation with me, he's able to contribute to our conversations with his smiles and coos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I do still feel lonely during the hours when it's just Ben and me, but I have to say that things have gotten much better. He shows me that he loves me his subtle ways. I just have to be on the look out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a source of strength and inspiration to newer parents who are feeling lonely and anxious. Your child WILL reciprocate some form of affection and it'll feel SO good! Hang in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2snd_8kKpI/AAAAAAAACY0/TmJuJ2M1dX0/s1600-h/IMG_7113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2snd_8kKpI/AAAAAAAACY0/TmJuJ2M1dX0/s320/IMG_7113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434480771687787154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sjZKudYFI/AAAAAAAACX8/qajqHm-L0uc/s1600-h/IMG_7193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sjZKudYFI/AAAAAAAACX8/qajqHm-L0uc/s320/IMG_7193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434476290635554898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-4487559926398762512?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4487559926398762512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/week-6-week-of-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/4487559926398762512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/4487559926398762512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/week-6-week-of-smiles.html' title='A Week of Smiles'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sk2yVxweI/AAAAAAAACYU/8vH_nmm_8zw/s72-c/IMG_7170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422893890935287834.post-8589011353781927864</id><published>2010-02-04T11:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:32:35.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first-time mommy'/><title type='text'>I Can Do It!</title><content type='html'>Look at how ridiculous Ben looks in his snowsuit. He no longer fits into his adorable newborn sized one, so we had to make do with what we had-- a 6 month one. I think he looks cute in this too, but that's my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sgHOms4QI/AAAAAAAACXk/c9dIDgufbOc/s1600-h/IMG_7294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sgHOms4QI/AAAAAAAACXk/c9dIDgufbOc/s320/IMG_7294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434472683904229634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, we received a notice under our door stating that the building was going to be without heat the following day from the hours of 8AM-8PM. Of course, I was freaking out because the thought of a 7 week-old infant in an apartment with no heat in the dead of winter is not okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend in San Fran said it best... SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING THAT WOULD HAPPEN IN NEW YORK CITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that morning, we decided to turn the heat on at full blast while we were still able to. At exactly 8am, the warm air switched to being cold. I put layers of clothing on him and blankets, but his cheeks continued being cold. Eventually, I decided to take him out to Barnes and Nobles because it was unbearable!! Now, you need to understand that I've been petrified to leave the house alone with Ben. I worry that something will bad will happen while I'm out and I won't be able to deal with it. But this was ultimately a turning point for me because I had to do it and I did it. And, I'm proud of myself for facing my fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe how many other strollers I saw at BN. The place was packed with mommies/nannies and their babies. The children's section was filled with people with toddlers either perusing or throwing books and the cafe was filled with those who had younger infants. One mommy caught my attention immediately as her child, who looked not much older than Ben, began crying. She didn't stop from reading her magazine as her baby cried. Only after at least what seemed to be a minute did she use her leg to push the stroller back and forth as she continued reading. She did this for about 2 minutes until you could no longer hear the cries. She didn't need to glance at her child for a second. "Wow!", I thought to myself. She's a pro at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly amazed by so many moms. They're the moms who take their infants out even when it's freezing outside because they want their child to see how beautiful it is when it snows outside. I'd be too worried that Ben would get sick. They're the moms who put their infants into a baby carrier and take them on the subway to wherever they need to go. I'd be too worried that something would happen on my subway ride, even though I've been taking the subway since I was a child. These mommies don't let anything stop them from doing what they need or want to do. They're not scared like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6422893890935287834-8589011353781927864?l=babykwonandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8589011353781927864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/week-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/8589011353781927864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6422893890935287834/posts/default/8589011353781927864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babykwonandme.blogspot.com/2010/02/week-7.html' title='I Can Do It!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699585427321375275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2xj0MJseUI/AAAAAAAACcs/svXVvJAIxdk/S220/IMG_3313_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gw7zOurl66Q/S2sgHOms4QI/AAAAAAAACXk/c9dIDgufbOc/s72-c/IMG_7294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
