At 8:17am on a Tuesday, just 7 short months ago, you came into this world. You gave us all the biggest fright when you didn't cry at first because you couldn't breathe. Thankfully we were in a hospital with doctors and nurses close by, who sprung into action, got your oxygen going and to this day you still hardly ever cry. I was just looking at some of your newborn pictures and I cannot believe my eyes. Your legs were soooo skinny! And your pacifier took up like half your face! You were just a helpless little blob who stared blankly at me during the brief moments of calm in between endless hours of sleeping and eating. So much has changed. Now you are big, and strong, and you've got personality!
To date your longest stretch of sleep at night has been 7.5 hours. You still wake up usually twice to eat and maybe twice more just to fuss. Daddy does a good job fielding them all and I help out a bit with the eating part. Lately your fussing is mainly due to your ability to sit up, but then not lay down again and get comfortable. It's like you wake up and say to yourself "let me just try this one more time real quick" and up you go. "Oh shoot, now what? Whaaaa!" Either that, or like you did the other day, you'll tip over and bang your head on the side of the crib and end up wedged in the corner. Those screams got me up to your room in a jiffy! Naps - still 2 or 3 a day, depending on what else we have going on. We're back to a bit of a power struggle at nap time but I do find you're much happier if I rock you for a little while before laying you down. I know I run the risk of getting you too used to it... but I kinda like it, it's the only time you're snuggley. Meh. I'm pretty sure I won't have to come down and rock you to sleep in your dorm room, so it's all good.
You do. not. like. peas. It's one of the only things I've given you so far that you stopped opening your mouth for. You've had other stuff where you made faces and scrunched up your forehead a bit, but down the hatch it went. Peas, not so much. You take after your mom I guess, I hate them too. Another trait you have that resembles Mama is that it takes you awhile to wake up. After your naps and in the morning you are quiet and glassy eyed for about 5 minutes staring around with a very serious look on your face. You won't crack a smile for anything. Then it's like a switch flips on and the motor starts running. You start yelling (yes, Y-E-L-L-I-N-G) and babbling and smiling and trying to 'git' stuff. It's pretty cute.
Let's see... speaking of yelling... no longer can we take you to a restaurant and have a peaceful meal while you gaze in silent open mouthed wonder around the room. Last weekend we had dinner at the Spaghetti Factory and they seated us downstairs in a smallish dining area, which was lame. You sat in the high chair and yelled at the top of your lungs. Not the whole time mind you, but a lot. You weren't crying or being bratty or anything like that, just enjoying the sound of your own voice. It made me sweat a little bit but it was also then easier to shovel food into your mouth. Next time we're going to Red Robin, you might blend in more there.
A couple of weeks ago we went to Grandpa's house and went swimming, again. You love the water. I even dunked you under a few times and other than a very surprised look on your face and some sputtering, you didn't seem to mind. We also went to the park last week and went for a ride on the swings. You liked that okay but it wasn't the huge hit I thought it would be. I think you had more fun after I sat you down in the grass.
We did have to lower the crib mattress this week. I came in and you were sitting up holding on to the bars, pulling on them (and knocking your head against the rail). I thought it is way too risky just hoping you'll learn to pull yourself up when we're there to supervise. So down it went. You can push yourself up to standing now with some assistance, so it's probably a good thing. Today when I came home from work you were in the middle of the floor surrounded by pillows and your dad was just watching you struggle to stand up. It's like you had decided crawling was too much trouble so maybe you'd try a new strategy. There's no way you're gonna walk soon though, you've got a lot to learn when it comes to balancing on those little feet.
This week you got the second cold of your life. This one wasn't as bad as the first one and it ran its course in just about 4 days. It started with a runny nose and sneezing and ended with a few coughs here and there. Not a lot of marathon naps like last time so it must have been pretty minor. You were only slightly less pleasant than usual.
Still just the two teeth on the bottom so far. But I suspect we'll be seeing some others pop out of nowhere any day now. For a few weeks there it seemed the drool slowed way down but today I noticed the faucets were back on full blast. And you are kind of a fussy butt sometimes.
Well it is wayyy past my bed time, so I best be wrapping this up. Tomorrow we're heading out for one more weekend at Grandpa's house and then in another week you'll be spending the night ALONE at Nana and Grandpa Haynes' while Mama and Daddy go to the Yakima Valley for a hospital benefit dinner and dance, and perhaps some wine tasting as well. Mama is a little nervous about leaving you with someone other than Daddy for a whole 24 hours, but also excited about the potential for uninterrupted sleep.
Love and kisses,Mama
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