Seven Months!

Baby A Seven Month!

Weight: 15.9 lbs (11th percentile)
Length: 27.5 inches (I think) (52nd percentile)

Likes: Pears, puff, using his hands to get the puffs himself. Playing by himself in his crib during ‘naptime.’ Shrieking like a pterodactyl. Bubbles in the tub. Eating the bubbles in the tub. Sweet foods like Butternut squash and sweet potato. When he gets rescued from his crib after naps, big smiles! Being carried in the ergo and chewing on the straps. Newspaper and crinkly things.  Waving his arms and legs around (doing the hula) when he is excited. Sitting up by himself. When whoever is holding him is standing. Bread crusts, watermelon rinds, apple chips.  Juice.

Dislikes: Pooping. His highchair. Getting wiped. Green beans. Strangers when he is tired. When whoever is holding him is sitting. Loud noises.  Dropping any food or not getting it fast enough. When Mimi sits him up if it means the food he is holding leaves his mouth. Being held by mommy sometimes because he thinks that means its ok to fuss. Sippy cups.

Eye Color: Dark blue with a grey/blue center

Hair Color: Blonde is full on in. Red tint in certain lights.

New Skills: Feeding himself finger foods. Standing if he is supported to make sure he doesn’t collapse. Playing with the baby toys in his crib after he wakes up. Sleeping all night until 730am. Chew/drinking on a sippy cup. Opening his mouth when I do the ‘more’ sign or say ‘bite.’

Not a skill- his first Booboo.. he fell backwards against the windowsill and got a tiny cut on the back of his head :( I was more sad than he was.

My Favorite Thing: He and Mimi shriek at each other when they are face to face. He will pterodactyl and then she will mimic it back… which makes him do it again.

Things I Call Him: LittleBear, HoneyBear, Hon, Sweety, TinySquat, Boogs, Little Square, Little bug

Weekends?

What weekends? The last couple have made me feel like I am burning the candle at both ends. Between hubby working 10-12 hour days and all weekend the last two weeks and then this weekend, our first "free" one being spent driving north for a family bridal shower and friend visit... I am beat.  I am exhausted. I am a mombie. I haven't even taken the little mans 7 month picture!!! So that post is delayed a bit. Which will mean it will probably go up the same time as this one in a few days(care to bet? It's the 25th as I write this. 9pm and already in bed). So... Our weekend, the other stuff next.

I don't remember where I left off... So here goes. Poop. My world is revolving around it. When, how, what, and why. Thankfully the 'who' is easy. When: I put his poop in my phone calendar when it comes out so I will always be able to tell when his last poop was. Most handy idea ever. Has it been three days? Lemme check. Now that he is on solids it is a struggle and a half. We are working on getting him to at most every other day at the longest. How: By himself? Suppository? With my help or q-tip stimulation? What: mushy? tiny? hard? long? A lot? A scoffable amount? And Why: is the extra water helping? Is it the 45 pears he eats a day? The pear juice, the oatmeal? Ugh.

Baby food: he doesn't like green food. Or bananas. The banana this morning made him shudder. He loves butternut squash, sweet potato, and pear. The end.  I'm Not pushing it right now because ah ha... I know how hard he's working to push it out. And he LOVES puffs. Cheerios and sweet potato puffs.

The weekend: we drove up to hubs brother and SILs house Saturday morning so the ladies could attend a family bridal shower while the boys did man things. I had originally planned to take BabyA with me to the shower because he's attached at the boob, but I had an extra ration of milk that would cover a meal and I was salivating over the idea of being solo, so baby stayed with daddy,and his uncle and one year old cousin while we two ladies went alone. This was the first time I had gone away away from him and that daddy was solo parenting for longer than a hour and also in charge of meals. Grand total time away from baby..6 hours. I missed his so much when I came back. Which is how it should be.

We left their house to drive and see some of our college friends about an hour away and made it in time for dinner and baby fawning hour. He was the center of attention, his favorite thing, and got passed around and loved on by our good friends. After the baby went down we ate and then played the funniest rounds of card games ever. I have never laughed so hard, and had that fun a night in a long time. Even with hubs winning every game it was still fun. It was strange to see my college friends in grown up surroundings, both engaged and both recently be

come home owners. Knowing people my age own houses makes me feel poor. But then I remember I have a kid and three glorious years of marriage under my belt and know I wouldn't change a thing :). And that student loans are the devil. Sunday we got up and had a family style breakfast, then talked, played more card games, and finally headed home. I hope we stay close as our lives get more and more "adult." I don't have a ton of friends I care about after moving my whole life. So I'd like to think ill have some I can keep forever.

I am so so so glad to be home. Exhausted, in bed at 9, and ready for whatever tomorrow brings with my mom!

Next day, lets see if I missed anything... Baby is currently sleeping, much to his chagrin so I have time to go back over this post and add things.

BabyA is getting better at using his fingers as pinchers to pick up puffs when he eats breakfast, he still tries his "baby bird" mouth to get me to put the puff in for him, so we are cutting back on that and making him figure it out. Aaaand today he awoke with a runny nose. I wonder if he is allergic to shedding dogs like his daddy is.. Hmm.

Crap it's 730 again, baby is down and we didn't take his 7m picture today either. Whoops. Tomorrow...?

Aaaaand it's the next day. I swear I will get his 7m up soon

My Baby The Werewolf

"what do you mean feet arent allowed on the table while I eat mom?"

That’s right, my child. is a werewolf. Something about the full moon drives him crazy. How do I know this you ask? Well I have kept track. This is the third full moon to mess up his night sleep schedule. He has yet to sleep well during a full moon. (because he’s a werewolf(cub)). Last night, the night of the full moon… as we were driving home from small group I mentioned that we were in for it during the night because of the full moon and the last two full moon experiences. Hubby scoffed. We got home and he went down great, fell asleep really fast. Was my full moon theory bogus? Wrong. 4am. Somebody (not naming names BabyA) woke up full on screaming. Not just fussing. Screaming. This is from the baby that doesn’t ever wake up during the night. Hubby and I each had our “is that my kid screaming” moment followed by my “I told you so.” Hubs got up and rescued the werewolf.. still screaming. We brought him to our bed thinking nightmare? Cuddles? Mommy? But no. all of the above no. still screaming. Screaming with the binky in his mouth. I had just gotten back in bed from my nightly pumping so I was mostly awake and mostly irritated. I still don’t know what that child wanted. We were not fixing whatever he thought was wrong, and we were all tired and all annoyed with each other. So we decided that there was nothing we could really do other than just get up and be awake with him. Which was not an option because we aren’t going to teach him screaming gets an early wakeup. I debated texting (my mom) Mimi who is living under us for a couple months to come up because she doesn’t sleep either and I bet she was awake. But then we go full circle back to teaching him to scream to get what he wants. This was a lot of thinking happening at 4am. So after 5 minutes of giving in and trying him in bed with us and it not working. We put him back in his own crib to cry it out. And by ‘we’ I mean hubs physically got up and did it because I just had gotten back in bed from pumping and was over the whole ‘awake’ thing. He scream/cried in his crib for two minutes, followed by intermittent crying jags in-between sleeping for the next 5. I put my pillow over my head to help tune it out and then next thing I know its 8am. Success. (we almost share a room with the baby. He has his own full room but its only accessible through our room and we share a huge arm-spaned size opening with no door between our rooms. So we can hear him really well)

Needless to say I drank my one-allowed-full-caffeine coffee this morning and felt cheated when it ran out.  

I’ll have to update about my mom, baby helmets, my first cavity, and all manner of other things later.

The Early Bird Needs Extra Coffee

Dear 8am,
 
You and I have become close as late. I have even been cheating on you with my sometimes enemy 4am. I am not a morning person. Having a baby makes me have to be a morning person.  It was great in the beginning when he would sleep until nine or 930 every morning. Over the last few weeks his schedule has changed and now he is up when daddy gets up at 7am. If I am lucky I can con him into spending another half hour to an hour in bed with me. This morning... Not so much. 720 begin the "I want to get out of bed now please mom " Followed by 730 "get me out of this bed now mom." Thanks to a wonderful invention and the greatest necessity, coffee, I am functioning.  Even more thanks to our Keurig. Best decision ever to get that before the baby was born, you don't need a functioning brain to work that machine. So far this morning we have FaceTimed Mimi, fed the baby, let him play in his exerciser while I made coffee and enjoyed half of it, fed him his breakfast, watched him devour a ton of puffs and butternut squash, given him some juice, and now we are playing. Or rather he is playing and I am supervising. 

This is way later after his nap. And actually during his second nap.. I am claiming sleep cuddles and don't want to put him in his crib. This is the only time he ever cuddles me.

What's new baby wise. We are now fully into solids, and puffs. He still gets all the breast milk and what I pump, but three times a day he gets food food. This however is causing a ton of constipation issues. He is struggling and struggling  to poop. And when it comes out its hard:( the ped told us its normal for breasted babies to struggle to adjust and constipation is normal. But if he doesn't go tomorrow I am calling to go in because its not ok. Poor lamb, we have been having to stimulate his poop each time to get him to go. It's really frustrating and I am worried about him. 

And last but not least. The kicker. He will be HelmetBoy pretty soon. :( :( :(

Lord Of The Dance And Puffs

I’ve Got The Black Lung Pops

BabyA does this thing now.. alllll the time. He fake coughs. He then looks at me to make sure he has my attention. It sounds exactly like the cough from Zoolander. My little man is a personality for sure. Aunty Brylee left this morning, and that’s a huge bummer. I got to be me while she was here. Not mama, I got to be Holly. We would go out for several hours and leave the baby with hubs. After a couple days of this though, I really felt like I hadn’t seen him in forever and missed him. I think he missed my too because he has been clingy all day.   That or all the solid food is upsetting his digestion. I know the second one is true… but I choose to believe the first. 

Brylee’s visit: BEST EVER! We did way too many fun things, my fav was probably going to the dueling piano bar and enjoying drinks and some great singing and people antics. The played Gangham Style (my request) and had people get on stage and dance it. I didn’t. But I did watch. Bry and I got to go shopping, get cupcakes and coffee, talk, trade music, and play our version of a magic 8 ball to answer life questions. (you ask iTunes a question ie. From bry: How is my love life looking? Then make sure it’s on shuffle random and press play. That title is the answer. No yes or no questions.)

I want to go eat dinner instead of continuing with the details.