Seven Months!

Where has the time gone? I blink and the entire day has passed. I pause and an entire month is gone. It's getting closer and closer to when I have to return to work and I'm dreading every passing second. It makes me very sad to realize that I will be leaving my darling little man every weekday and I won't be returning to him until the day is almost done. Will he miss me? Will he cry? Le sigh.

John is amazing. He's talking up a storm and it's hilarious. He has the intonations and everything. You just know that he's trying to tell you this absolutely riveting story. If only YOU could understand him! And he's flapping his arms alot. He does it when he's happy, when he's mad... anytime. He also does this head bob thing that we've dubbed "The Stevie Wonder". You get the idea. He's completely mobile. Remember when I was wondering if the rolling over was a fluke? Well, he's definitely got the hang of it and he's pretty darn fast. One second he's on his blanket and the next second he's across the room, covered in dust and dog hair and trying to grab something. Who needs a broom now!!! He loves Riley. He laughs and smiles when Riley walks by. And heaven forbid if Rye gets within grabbing distance... he loves to touch and grab his fur. And if Riley pokes his nose into John's face, the giggles! John grabs. He reaches out and those tiny little hands have a death grip. He knows just when to grab my hair and then yank. Or my glasses. Or the skin on my neck. Little pinchy fingers! And then sometimes he just sits there and stares at his hand in amazement. "Dude, LOOK at my hand. LOOK at these fingers..." It's pretty funny. Who needs TV when you have a baby!

The Downside to Diaper Changing... among other things.

While changing a diaper.

Steven: he pooped

Steven: he's pooping

Steven: COME LOOK, he's still pooping..Right.Now.

Steven: OH NO, now he's peeing too.

All the while I'm laughing in the background. And then he handed John off to me so I could change his sleeper and John spit up on me. I guess you all know who's in charge here at our house.

And after this next story you can guess who the smartest one in our house is:

This morning around 650am, I heard Riley get up. I heard him walk around our bedroom (he sleeps by the closet) and then I heard him walk out of the room. THEN I heard him walk into the baby's room and he shook and jangled his collar (many tags) and THEN he scratched which created even more noise. Riley aka Mr. Jingle Jangle woke up the baby, which he knew would get me out of bed and as I walked out he bounded down the stairs so I could let him outside to pee. Yup, I guess he was tired of being told to "go back to bed". Darn dog, he's a smarty pants.

Jeannie, here's a smiling picture... just for you!

The trouble brothers...

and Light Fingers Louie

Kids Say the Darndest Things...

Russ (our 10yr old friend): How old is the Baby Bean?
Me: he's almost 7months old.
Russ: big pause.... What is that in human years?

This is....

...my pooping face.

Imagine if you will, tiny little grunts. Oh the joys of solid food!

Come Along & Sing with Me

After storytime this morning I started trying to remember all the songs that I sang when I was a kid. And after awhile bits & pieces were coming back to me and I started singing to John.

Me: My eyes are dim, I cannot see. I have not brought my specs with me. I have not brought my spectacles with me...

Steven: Testicles!?

Me: Yes, I'm singing about testicles.

hahaha. Could you imagine the words to that song?

It's a Maze

notice that the playpen is in the middle of the living room. I'm not sure where else to put it.

I set up the high chair and the playpen this weekend. Slowly our house is being taken over by the baby. I don't even know where I'm going to put his christmas presents when my mom brings them up. Yeh, we didn't have room in the truck on the return trip so they're still at my parents.

And we also graduated to a sippy cup from a bottle. Not that he was drinking from a bottle or anything. He drank from the bottle when we first brought him home from the hospital because he had no other option but we tried diligently to breastfeed. Kind of backfired because then he completely rejected the bottle. I'm happy to report that he drank some water... not alot but a little bit.

Road Trip

If they ever move this chicken, we'll never know when to turn.

The other day we decided to go for a drive. The shocker is that it was my suggestion.


We stopped at this restaurant.

And, we were the only diners.

Then we drove to Carseland Weir.

John doesn't like peas very much. We're still trying to get him to eat them. He's okay with green beans, yams, squash & carrots. He's got the best facial expressions. I'm just waiting for those tiny little fingers to flip me the bird.

Monday was a very busy day for us. In the morning we had our first storytime at the library. It was awesome. There were songs and stories. And we stayed and talked with another the other moms afterwards; it was great! We also had a playdate at 1230pm with our mommies group but I cancelled since I thought it might be too much. Because he also had his 6month vaccinations on Monday afternoon and it was 4 needles. Like last time, he cried out when he got the shots but then he was okay...until later that evening. Around 7pm he decided that under no circumstances was he to be put down. He had to be held and cuddled. So we did. Steven had to work the next morning so I did most of the holding & cuddling. He would doze off and then wake up crying and screaming. Poor Riley, at one point I went into the baby's room to try lay John in his crib and found Riley curled up in the corner on some blankets. (in the corner of the room not the crib. Could you imagine? He' totally break the crib) Eventually I opened the sofa bed and John & I slept there. Me surrounded by all the pillows and John sleeping on my chest. It amazes me that I'm able to sleep in that position. Although, he cried out almost hourly. Needless to say I did not get much sleep on Monday night.

On Tuesday, he was still a bit cranky and out of sorts but I was able to coax him to nap with me on the sofa bed for almost 2 hours in the late morning (thank goodness). Then in the late afternoon we had our first swim "lesson". I was so excited. A little hesitant since John was still cranky and clingy but he seemed to like it. We sang and played in the water. It's 3 levels combined so there's us (being the youngest) and the oldest is a little over 2 years old. But there's only 6 in the class and only 3 showed up last night. I only wish the class was earlier in the day. It's from 5-5:30pm; I've been slowly pushing his eating/sleeping time back so we can attend this class.

And on the sleeping front. It's looking good. Very good indeed. (not counting Monday night) We still have him fall asleep with us. (or rather on one of us). And then we have a heating pad to warm up the crib. Then we lay him down on the warmed up sheets and leave him to sleep. He cries out between 11pm - 1230am a couple of times but they're not loud and in only a couple of minutes he'll settle himself back to sleep. Then he'll usually sleep until about 630am; this time much louder and for longer, so I'll go in and nurse him and he'll go back to sleep until around 830am. And then it's time to start the day. Although, this morning I brought him back to bed with me at 8am and he nursed and we fell asleep again until 1040am. This is probably why I'm still awake right now. My body isn't used to having so much sleep. (oh yeah, did I mention that we remove the heating pad before laying him down? Because I know some of you out there probably think that we're idiots.)

Things that make you go hmmm....

I was watching this TV program earlier about polar bears. These scientists have been tracking these polar bears for years; you know what I mean, they tranquilize them, tag them, take all sorts of samples (measurements, blood, fur, etc...) and then leave them to wake up after the drugs wear off. Imagine being the polar bear. There you are, minding your own business walking along some ice, perhaps thinking about what you'd like to eat and then you hear these blades whirring in the distance, maybe the air whoosh sound you tilt your head to survey your surroundings, all the while getting an uneasy feeling. And then BAM, you get shot in the ass and drop to the ground. Maybe the last conscious thought is "holy shit, they're going to kill me" or "what the &$*$& was that". Then time passes, you don't know how much because you've been unconscious. You start to wake up, all groggy. You're sore in places that shouldn't be sore. Perhaps you're in a different location. Think about all these things next time you read some whack job talking about being abducted by aliens. Maybe someone is tracking us?

I know, I know.. I'm weird. But admit it, this theory makes a bit of sense, doesn't it?

I Yam What I Yam

We had our 6 month doctor appointment yesterday. He's 16lbs, 4oz and 28 inches long. I really thought that he had gained more weight than that.

John has his own library card now too. Which, btw, I think is absolutely ridiculous but apparently in order to register for Baby Storytime, he had to have his own card. At least it was free. I'm sort of excited. It's only 3 times but it's story time at the library! How cool is that? There's two potential problems. One is the time. It's at 1015am which is smack dab in naptime and two, how am I going to be able to get out of the house in time???? I foresee myself wearing ball caps and showering the evening prior.

AND we've registered for swimming. Again, I'm very excited but again there is a potential time problem. It's at 5pm. Which is dinner time. And on a lesser scale, cranky time. But this was the earliest time that swim was offered.

I'm trying to think of something that's not quite so boring but I'm drawing a blank. We haven't done anything and while Steven has said some doozy things, I just haven't been able to write them down or remember them. And man, some of them were DOOZIES!!!!

I could spout off about how crap the Debbie Tr*vis floor lamps were. We've bought and returned two lamps (same lamps, two different stores) for the same problem. The threads of the lamp pole were stripped. What a pain in the ass and poor quality products. Our old lamp died before Christmas. We've been sitting in the dark for almost a month now.

Still having sleep issues with John. But right now there's not much that we can do. It's not that I'm lazy (well, I AM) but that we have vaccinations coming on Monday. There's no sense starting something now and have to re-start it after the shots. Plus he's still a little congested. Steven ended up sleeping with the baby on the floor in the baby's room last night for almost 4 hours. According to him, it almost took him 4 more hours to get up OFF the floor too. (been there, done that)