Monday, November 25, 2013

Birthday Craft

Someone special in William's life celebrated a birthday earlier this month, so we decided to do a little craft in honor of the occasion!


Now, if you are thinking that it's a little bit of a stretch to call that a craft, well, you are probably right. But--it required inspiration from the internet, the use of craft paint, and cleaning up a mess afterwards--so I'm counting it as a craft in my book. Plus it was super cheap--also a win. That being said, I've seen lots of cool artwork ideas using hand/foot prints, but I won't count each of them as individual crafts for my 30 before 30 project. Although I do hope to try a lot of them out, especially as William gets older and a little bit more cooperative.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

By a Thread...

Just checking in briefly from deep in the throes of....well, something. Teething? Ear infection? Growth-spurt? Typical seven-month old behavior? Post-full moon lunacy? Angst over impending winter weather? I don't have a clue. And subsequently I have no solutions. Except to just wait it out. This too shall pass--and hopefully before I lose the last little grip on sanity that I have left.

Friday, November 15, 2013

William: Seven Months!


It's been an exciting month for (not-so-little-anymore) William! We're blowing through developmental milestones (physically, at least) and have begun our foray into solid foods. And he's handled it all like a champ!

No official stats on height or weight (no scheduled doctor's appointment until nine months--and hopefully we can make it through cold/flu season without needing an impromptu visit to the doctor), but it definitely seems like he's putting all his solid food to good work helping him grow. We feel like he's packed on at least a pound, and I swear he grows inches overnight.... But I doubt that is actually the case, because if it is then his clothes must be growing with him. He's still able to fit in to a lot of his 3-6 month outfits, although every once in a while we'll put a shirt on him and laugh because of how ridiculously small it is. So we're slowly adding those clothes to the "too small" pile and filling out his wardrobe with 6-9 month clothes--and he's got some cute ones in that size that I can't wait for him to start wearing (there may or may not have been a sale on sweaters at one of the second hand stores and I may or may not have spent $30). He's completely in size three diapers, and I imagine that will be the case for the next handful of months.

As much as I have enjoyed being the sole provider of William's nutrition, it has been really enjoyable to transition him into solid foods. So far we've introduced oatmeal cereal, sweet potato, summer squash, avocado, pears, peas, and apple. Summer squash and peas are not his favorites and he lets us know that every time we try to feed them to him. Everything else, though, he eats really well, and (most of the time) he's surprisingly not messy. While he likes to reach for the spoon and "help" feed himself, his motor skills are strong enough that he rarely flings the food off the spoon. Plus he knows that once the spoon has been in his mouth that there is no more food on it, so he pushes it back toward us so we can get more food rather than trying to play with it. That isn't to say we haven't had our nights with pea in his ear and sweet potato in his hair... But it's gone remarkably better than I thought it would.

I said at six months that I would be surprised if he wasn't crawling by this point, and while he doesn't have the whole "hands and knees" crawling bit figured out, he is definitely mobile. This kid can army crawl like you wouldn't believe--and he's especially quick at getting from A to B when he's going after something he knows he shouldn't be (like the computer). That being said, walking is actually his preferred mode of transportation. He needs assistance, of course, but if he knows Darrell or I am nearby, he will sit and fuss until one of us comes over and gives him our fingers to help him walk. It's almost scary how good he is getting at it. He is also pretty good at pulling himself up, which is only problematic because he likes to practice this skill on toys/objects that aren't very stable. Unstable when standing baby plus a toy that isn't exactly meant to be standing toy equals quite a few tumbles.

While his motor skills are developing just fine (and somewhat ahead of schedule), his communication skills have not been keeping pace. Not that we are concerned or anything, but it's just something I wanted to be sure I noted for my own reference. We'll occasionally hear consonant-vowel sounds, but not often. And never in repetition (gah-gah-gah-gah, for example). He's plenty vocal, mind you (and if you want proof just try to take a toy away before he is done playing with it), just not a lot of consonant sounds. He has (for the second time now) "discovered" that he can blow raspberries/spit bubbles, so maybe that lip action will help him work toward developing more sounds. Just watch--in two months he'll be talking incessantly and I'll be cursing myself for ever saying anything.

Sleep is, well, still a luxury at times. We'll have a few really good nights (8:00 to 5:30!!), and then we're back to waking up two (or three or four) times. We've pretty well cut out all but one middle of the night feeding though, so the nights when he is waking frequently he usually gets put back down with just his pacifier (way easier on Mom!). Naps are sub-par at best (can thirty minutes really even be considered a nap?), and we're waffling between two and three depending on the day (which I know doesn't help him get into any sort of a routine). We're getting there though--and I'm always glad when the weekend rolls around so I have Darrell home to help with naps.

And what fun would all this blabbing be without a few out-takes?

I'm Number One!
 
Love our little buddy to pieces!!

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Good Timing

It seems so often in life that timing is everything. And while being up at 1 AM nursing my seven-month old (who is fully capable of sleeping through the night, mind you) is rarely a good time for anything, last night that proved not to be the case. Because last night, in the middle of the night, was the perfect time for me to find and read this article (thanks to my cousin who posted it on Facebook). So, even though it was in the wee hours of the morning (and after William had already been awake once, mind you), it was refreshing to read this:

I was at the Moms’ Group Christmas party and Kai’s mom looked at him and said, “Buddy, are you tired?” She then spread a receiving blanket on the floor, put this slightly cranky child down and he fell asleep. He fell asleep! What the hell?!? Clearly she’s drugging this kid. No shushing. No patting. No nursing. No driving around the block pleading. The little bugger just fell asleep. I swear to God I wanted to drop kick the fruit tray across the room and scream, “What the fuck am I doing wrong!?”
It turns out nothing. Because I have decided that there are certain kinds of babies.
  • There are babies that are smart and say, “If it’s really quiet or I’m not moving, that means that they’ve forgotten me and I don’t want to be left under a bush somewhere so, helloooooo!”
  • Then there are some babies that are smart and say, “If I can’t feel a warm body near me then that means I’m unprotected and a dingo is going to eat me so, helllloooooo!”
  • Then there are some babies that are smart and say, “You know what is great? A boob (swaddle, pacifier, rocking, or whatever) because it totally does the trick to get me to sleep. Yet, you seem to have forgotten that so, helllllloooo!”
  • Then there are some babies that are smart and say, “Hot damn, I’m a baby and get to sleep whenever I want. I’m just going to lay into this swaddle sack and catch some serious zzzzs.” I’m also convinced that these were the babies that were historically left under bushes and/or eaten by dingoes.
All of the sleep books out there? They work. They just don’t work for every baby. You are standing in front of a door with a thousand keys and only one of them fits.
So my advice is this, absolutely keep reading the books. Keep trying new stuff. But don’t feel like you’re failing if you have to hold, swing, rock, move that baby to get them to go to sleep because that just happens to be the type of smart kid they are. That door will eventually unlock and swing open whether you find that magical key or not.
Think of it this way, babies are constantly changing, so anything you do today can all go out the window tomorrow.  Some people think of this as a negative: “You better be careful when he starts teething because you’ll lose all of that sleep training progress.” Whereas, I think we should think of it as a positive: “Who gives a crap if she sleeps in the swing all night? Next week she may have it totally figured out because she isn’t going to be 22 at college sleeping in her Rock n’ Sway.”
 
It is often a blessing and a curse that I have quite a few friends with children close in age to William; I love the opportunities for play dates, but as a naturally competitive person, I often find myself comparing William to others (even though Darrell has reminded me time and time again that I shouldn't). And when I have friends with little ones younger than William who consistently sleep through the night, I can't help but think that it is something I'm doing wrong that is preventing William (and us!) from getting a full night's rest. Like the author of the article, I often find myself forgetting that William is not the same as my friends' babies and won't respond to the same techniques they do. In fact, William is not the same baby that he was yesterday, and what worked one day might not work the next. While the scientist in me wants to find a process for naps and nighttime sleep that produces consistent and reproducible results, babies just don't work like that. And maybe, just maybe, I'll get that through my head one of these days--maybe a day when I'm feeling just a bit less sleep-deprived. 

Monday, November 11, 2013

The Light Between Oceans


Lately, it seems like all the books I've been reading have been about babies and families. Or maybe I'm just more likely to notice those aspects of books because I have a baby of my own. Regardless, there is no denying that this book is centered around babies, families, and being a mother. One mother--after three failed pregnancies--would do anything to have a child of her own. Another mother--after the disappearance of her daughter and husband--would do anything to have them back, or at least have some answers to their fate. One man find himself wedged between the lives of the two women, and his own life becomes a wreck as he finds himself stuck between a strong sense of morality and the desire to be loyal.

At the end of novel, one of the characters admits that it wasn't until she had a child of her own that she could fully understand the decisions both women made. And although I never read this book childless, I honestly feel like I can say the same. While at times I morally disagreed with the decisions both women were making, I tried to imagine being in their shoes--and found myself wondering if I would have had the courage to do the right thing. Would I have had the courage to ask my husband to lie for me so that my prayers could be answered? Would I have been able to give up the life and child I had dreamed of to bring the child--my own flesh and blood--happiness?

While this book may be a tough read for anyone who has dealt with infertility/pregnancy loss and/or the death/disappearance of a young child, it is a beautifully written novel that truly captures one of the fundamental debates of humanity: doing what is right for someone else versus doing what is right for yourself.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Six Month Photos

I am In.Love with the six month photos of William that we had taken. Enough said.










All images copyright Korzan Custom Photography

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Happy Snow-vember!

See what I did there? Because this is what things looked like in our neighborhood yesterday:


And that isn't even all of it; if you look closely at the picture you can tell that the snow is still coming down. I think we got six to eight inches of accumulation by the time it was all said and done. Normally I'd be complaining about that much snow in November, but this was my favorite kind of snow--big, heavy, wet flakes, perfect for making snowballs with (not quite so good for driving in, but hey, I didn't have anywhere to go). Plus it'll all be melted by the weekend.

I made the comment to Darrell last night that we were a little remiss in not taking William outside to get some pictures in his first snowstorm, and Darrell reminded me that technically (technically) this was William's second snow; it snowed pretty much the entire day he was born back in April. So it's not like I can feel guilty for neglecting to document his first snowfall. Because I highly doubt the nurses would have been too keen on our taking William outside to get pictures of him (at mere hours old) in the snow. So I'll blame it on the nurses if years from now adult William wonders why we don't have pictures of him and his first snowstorm.

Monday, November 4, 2013

October Randoms

Is it really November already?!? Where does the time go?!?

Wishing he was at the beach in NC

Cheesy smile!

This is apparently how William likes to play when left unsupervised for a short period of time


Probably not how the ExerSaucer was meant to be played with...


Major spit bubbles

More cheesy smiles--and gobs of drool!

Practicing his soccer skills

Again with the cheesy smiles



Picking a fight with the Halloween decorations