Sunday, July 24, 2016

give me all the ribs, mom

The worst thing about solids is the mess, but the best thing about solids is that it keeps baby occupied. I will not lie, I have definitely used food to keep my baby happy on car rides, at baseball games, in restaurants, etc.

Last night, we tried a new BBQ restaurant. After Charlie had his fill of teething crackers from the diaper bag, I handed him a rib bone. Jon raised an eyebrow, but I assured him the baby-lead weaning bible said it was ok. Charlie confirmed this fact. It was more than ok; he was in heaven. I half expected him to not be able to even hold it, but he happily gnawed on that thing for several minutes - much to the delight of the waitstaff and other patrons who had apparently never seen a baby eat ribs. :)

Hmmmmm, what is this?

Ok, I'll try it.

I think I like it.

Ok, I LOVE it. Can we eat this every day, mom?

Thursday, July 21, 2016

seventh months

When we were at Charlie's six month appointment, I told our pediatrician how much fun we were having at that age. She said if we thought that was fun, we were going to be beside ourselves over the next few months. She wasn't lying. I completely underestimated how much fun it is to watch your child have fun.

This past month was full of summer adventures - you've basically splashed your way through July. When it's not too hot, we've enjoyed al fresco dining, a baseball game, stroller walks, swinging, and lots and lots of swimming. You are eating solids, moving as much as possible without actually crawling, and generally just loving baby life right now.

Sleep is back to status quo. You take three naps a day usually without much fuss, and you go to bed easily around 7:15 - often waking up once in the early morning (4:00 am-ish) for a quick snack. I should be desperate for uninterrupted sleep, but call me crazy, I've actually been a little sad the handful of times you've strung together a few nights of no wake-ups. 1) Because it means you wake up at 6 a.m. instead of between 7-8. And 2) because I missed my snuggles. Those early morning feeds are so quiet and peaceful. After nursing, I pick you up, and you wrap your little arms around me and rest your sleepy little head on my shoulder. I like to linger just a minute with you tucked in my arms. You are such a wiggle worm that it's the only time I get to hold you like this, and I know I won't get to do it forever.

We transitioned out of your magic sleep suite - no more nighttime space adventures! You are now in a wearable blanket that allows for more movement. You've taken full advantage by tossing, turning and rolling at will. It's made for some cute monitor spying, but luckily hasn't disrupted your sleep.

You eat supper with us, and you've made so much progress in just one month. So far, the only food you outright rejected was broccoli. You couldn't figure out how to spit it out so you just started angrily rubbing your eyes. Since you don't have teeth or a pincer grasp yet, you can't do much damage with all foods, but you give everything on your plate your best shot. Your favorite foods seem to be the ones you can most easily eat - bananas, peaches, toast with peanut butter, strawberries, and squash. You will take bottles of breastmilk from dad or the babysitter when mom is away. Word on the street is that you insist on holding your own bottle and you take it out and look at it when it's all gone.

You are still a most serious baby. You are so intent on studying every little thing. You scrutinize your toys and fixate on the littlest details. Perhaps your greatest day was when I put the toy bucket in front of you instead of fishing out a few toys for you to play with. You spent several minutes happily sorting through the bin carefully picking out your toys one by one.

You are always trying to figure things out. This is never more true than when we are out of the house, and you are presented with all kinds of new things to explore. Of course, this means you don't have any time to exchange pleasantries with the world at large. You are far too busy taking it all in.

I secretly love that you save most of your smiles and giggles for us at home. Stuffed animal tickle attacks, playing tick tock or peekaboo, or just repeating words and phrases in silly voices - hi, hello, big bertha (inspired by Dad's new work case), and poop (I'll let you guess which parent uses that one) are all favorites to get you laughing. And once you start, you laugh and laugh and laugh some more. The best is when you laugh again while watching a video of yourself laughing. That's not narcissistic at all.

You give us big ol' smiles when we get you up in the morning and after naps. You also love when Daddy gets home and comes over to pick you up. He whisks you upstairs for what he has termed a "pants party," which means a change out of work clothes for him, maybe a diaper change for you, and lots of singing and laughing.

Whenever Sesame Street comes on, you break out into a HUGE smile. You love Grover and Elmo. You love being in the water and splashing. Bath time, your kiddie pool at home or floating around in a big pool - doesn't matter, you love it all. You love your monkey basketball set, and you've learned how to take the balls out of the hoop. Chewing on stuffed animals (shark and mr. penguin especially) and banging toys are favorite activities. Grabbing faces or anything else within reach will do when toys are not present.

You have learned how to scream, usually in delight, but much to the chagrin of my ears. You've made a lot of new sounds this month - "baaaaa," a raspberry sound, and this cute "pfffft" sound like you are scoffing at us. It's only cute because I know you aren't actually sneering at us....right?

But life is not all fun and games. You have started to get upset sometimes when we walk away from you. You stare longingly at the food you've dropped on the floor. [I know, buddy, I get sad when the food is all gone too. I can't imagine how it must feel to know it's all gone because you threw it on the floor. The regret is palpable.] You also threw an absolute fit when you went to the chiropractor with mom. You clearly did not like that strange man adjusting your mom's back and neck. It was actually pretty adorable - my little protector.

It's been an awesome month. Can I hit pause? If so, I would, but then I would be sad about missing all the fun that's coming next...I *almost* can't wait.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016

sleep like a baby

This week we experimented with putting Charlie to sleep sans his magic sleep suit (pictured on right for posterity's sake - man, i loved his little astronaut look).

I like to think of these moments as parenting roulette. On a particularly good day when your parenting spirits are high, you feel emboldened to make a drastic change. Often, you know these changes are coming so you decide to throw all caution to the wind and just go for it. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?! (This question, btw, should never, ever be uttered by a parent.)

Inspired by this sense of reckless abandon, we traded his sleep suit for a wearable bunting sleep sack blanket thingy - I have no idea what it's called so I'm covering all possible bases with my description.

This is exactly how Charlie felt about being less restricted:

And this is the hilarity that ensued once we put him to bed...time-lapsed for your viewing pleasure:

Have no fear. He wore himself out pretty quickly and settled down for a nice long sleep in the corner of his crib.

Monday, July 11, 2016

Six Month Photos

The week Charlie hit six months, we did a little photo shoot with a local photographer. I went back and forth on doing a professional shoot, but I'm so glad we did. I never regret having quality photos. I thought this was a lot more fun than his newborn shoot because he can sit up now, and he has a lot more personality...and by personality, I mean he can make at least 10 different serious faces.

I can't pick a favorite, but here are a few (ok, a lot) that I really love. She did such a good job capturing all of his expressions, which is no easy task. The shoot was early in the morning at a local park. I was a little nervous since it was during morning nap time, but he behaved really well. I had to sing the itsy bitsy spider to get him to smile, but there were no tears. He saved the meltdown for the car ride home. :)

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

abby turns one

Just in case you think this blog is all about my baby, I'm going to mix things up and tell you about another baby. Sneaky sneaky. This is my sister's baby, the Abby Kate to my Aunt Kitty. Affectionately known as abs, six pack, abster, munchkin or chunk. She's a funny kid - so happy and ridiculously cute. I just love her to pieces. I was not about to miss her first birthday so we recently traveled to Oklahoma for her party - an uno-themed fiesta.

Charlie and I flew to Wichita first and spent some time at Schmeema and Papa's house before meandering to Norman for the main event (Jon met us in Norman over the birthday weekend). It's getting more fun each time the cousins are together - especially now that Charlie is able to sit up and play a little more. They still don't know quite what to make of each other. Abby likes to give attention and affection (she gave hugs and tried to share her toys and food with Charlie), and Charlie mostly just looks at her like she might be crazy. I think it's the perfect start of a long friendship.

This trip was especially sweet because Charlie got to meet his great-grandparents for the first time. They came up from Colorado for Abby's shindig.

We made it! Do I look weary? Flying solo with baby will do that to you...even though he was a really good traveler!

Watching baseball with Papa.
"Tell me all your troubles and worries, Abby."
The chunk and the monk. Still not quite sure what to make of each other. Also, Abby's hair is amazing.
Charlie with his great grandfather and namesake, Jofees. 
Cutest birthday girl I ever did see.
That hat, though.
She was a little hesitant about her cake so Charlie helped her out.
Don't worry, we stopped him before that cake covered hand got to his mouth.
Mmmmm, maybe I do like this cake.
Father's Day was that Sunday. His shirt says "Sunday Funday." His face says "Monday morning."
Much better.
Matching outfits! Matching outfits!
How many photos does it take before you get a really good one???
Worth the effort. We told Abby to hug Charlie and that's just what she did.
Since we were all gathered for the first time in 5 years we took advantage of the opportunity and had some family photos taken. It should be noted that Charlie had a cute navy and white stripe outfit on that perfectly complemented Abby's attire, but he pooped all over it en route to the photo location. I was really lucky his back-up outfit was still photo-worthy...usually whatever emergency change of clothes I have in the diaper bag aren't as cute.