Week Thirty Four

You have been working so hard at pulling yourself up this week.  You grab onto anything that is within your reach and PULL.  The dog crate has been an absolute favorite, although the railing of your bassinet is a close second.  You seem so big when you do this, more like a toddler than a baby.  I feel like your babyhood is ending and I am soooo not ready for that.  I have been thinking more and more about having a little brother or sister for you, but yikes I am so tired already!

This week we also adopted a new dog, another reason for feeling tired.  We got him at the local animal shelter and he is only 1 year old so I hope that he can live and be healthy to be the dog of your childhood.  He has severe hip dysplasia and will need several surgeries to correct the problem so there is some risk that he might not grow up to be the dog that I dream of for you.  However he has a wonderful personality and is so patient with you and just wants to kiss you and love on you.  I think that he is worth the risk and I am pretty sure that no one else would have adopted him.

You keep randomly saying words and phrases, which I know are likely just mimicking us and not real talking.  However sometimes you say the neatest stuff.  One night this week, after a diaper change, your Dad brought you back to bed, and as I pulled up my sleep top to nurse you looked at my breast and I kid you not said "Oh Yum!"  Baby I love you even if soon you won't be a baby anymore.

Week Thirty Three

I am caught up with your blog now and that feels really great.  I love writing about you and your adventures and how you change and grow and make our lives amazing.  I need to make time for it every week, instead of these marathon sessions.

You got Christmas presents from Aunt Sally and Uncle Jake this week.  Including this crazy cute owl hat.  We make you wear it all the time, but you don't seem to mind.

Your sleep has been really erratic again and we suspect that you are teething.  I can feel three teeth moving down, but none are super close to the gum line yet.  I hope that they all break through around the same time so that you will have some relief for a while.  The teething tablets help some, but you are having a hard time.

You officially love solid food.  You open your mouth so wide when we feed you, like a baby Grackle and eat 1/4 cup of food per sitting.  You have even decided that sweet potato is a good thing, as long as we mix it with apples or pears.  I love making you baby food and can proudly say that you have never eaten anything out of a jar.  Except your rice and oatmeal cereal I have made everything you have eaten.

We have started to look for another Shepherd and you are so amazing at the shelter, the noises and the smells and all the dogs don't bother you in the slightest.  You are your mama's girl that is for sure.  We have not found the perfect dog yet, and in fact I got so sad just looking we decided to take a break for a while.  I want you to have an amazing dog to grow up with.  I hope that someday you can have a relationship with a dog that was as special as my relationship with Audrey.  The dog of a life time.

You and Audrey the day before she died

Week Thirty Two

Now here is the part where things are going to get embarrassing to you in the future.  We are talking poop.  A New Year began this week and your digestive system also turned the page.  You starting having really solid poop, like a little log in your baby pants.  In fact you got constipated and struggled so much to go that your Dad left you bare bottomed to move around and help work the poop out.  Not the best idea, of course within 30 seconds you exploded poop on the living room floor.  After 2 years of dealing with Audrey's poop on the floor, she passes on and within 2 days the trusty carpet cleaner is out again, this time cleaning yours off the floor!  I teased your Dad that he should have caught the poop with his hand, he did not realize that I was teasing and so the next day he did catch your poop in his hand.  He was changing you at 4 am and before he could get a new diaper under you, you started to go.  He of course took a picture.  The next night you pooped in the tub.  Oh baby!  We finally realized that the pumpkin you adore makes you constipated, so now we give it to you less often and always with either pears or prunes.

You discovered the cat's water fountain, you have wet many outfits splashing and playing.  It is so cute.

You had a second Christmas with your Grandma and Uncle Alex.  They had so much fun with you, especially your Grandma.

You also learned to whisper this week.  It sounds a little satanic since it is you babbling and hissing, but it is so cute since you started my mimicking your Dad.  You are so smart and pick things up so quickly.  You amaze us all the time.

Week Thirty One

You are finally sleeping and I am going to try and get this blog as updated as possible.

This week was huge your first Christmas!  You had so many presents: dolls, stuffed animals, books, and SHOES.  Your Grandpa Jeff must have bought the entire selection of shoes at Babies R Us.  You are officially a fashionista since you have a shoe collection now!  We took lots of pictures of you opening presents, the gift inside was always boring to you, but crinkly paper and shiny bows were all the rage.

Sadly we had to say goodbye to Mommy's dearest dog this week.  Audrey had been with me through so much.  I am so glad that you got to meet each other.  I know that she loved you, she was so patient with you.  I sent her to go be with Grace Dec 30th, 2013.  I take comfort in knowing that Grace has the best dog protecting her and loving her until we join her in heaven.

Week Thirty

Darling girl I am already hideously behind again with this baby book.  It is not all my fault.  At this moment you are on a nap strike screaming your head off in your crib at noon.  You have not napped yet today, this is bad, bad, bad.  You are beyond tired and will not settle.  Your father has hid the teething tablets and is at work.  I am a tired Mama.  I just got up to find the teething tablets and once I found them you have stopped crying... Just one of those days, precious to me, but exhausting.

Back to week thirty.  You were cutting your third tooth and you were sleeping poorly and we had no idea why, then it appeared - your upper left lateral incisor.  I had thought that you would have gotten a central incisor next, but you like to keep me on my toes.  We made a donation in your sister's name at Cardon Children's Hospital.  You watched the train display they have there.  Then we stopped at the MCC Rose Garden and took some pictures.  My beautiful Rose with the other beautiful roses.  I hope that these donations become as special to you as they are to us.  Remembering your sister Grace in any way is so important.  I just wish that she could have met you.  I know that she would have been an amazing big sister.

I was so excited for your first Christmas!  You must have been as well since you refused to sleep and we were up in the living room at midnight!  Let's not make that a tradition!

12:01 am Christmas morning

Week Twenty Nine

I swear that I keep promising to stay more current with this baby book, but then life gets in the way and I am a month behind again.

This week you really started digging solids.  It is so fun to watch you discover new tastes (well tastes that have banana in them) and textures.  Also since I have never been a huge milk producer, at least when pumping, it really takes the pressure off to know that you can get some good calories from another source.  The down side of all these solids is your poo, the days of the sweet smelling breast milk curds are gone, now it smells kind of sour and has all these green chunks and banana seeds in it.  Oh Baby the weird poo you have.

You are also super mobile now, you crawl (or inch worm) so fast.  We have to put you in a play pen or watch you like a hawk since you can get across the living room floor in no time.  You are a total dare devil and like to try and crawl over the step into the dining room, crawl behind the couch and if possible chew on electrical cords.  Fully baby proofing the house has moved to the top of the to do list!

You are also a complete flirt.  You smile at every one and no one can resist your charms, especially your Grandfathers.  You have the most infectious smile and whenever I feel blue you can get my spirits up in an instant.  You are the light of my life darling.

Week Twenty Eight

This week started pretty quiet and I was wondering what I would have to blog about, but you had some great and not so great moments by end and I have tons to talk about!

You pooped in the tub for the first time.  I love you baby, but it was seriously gross.  Breast milk curds and other turning the water yellow and sticking to your bottom.  I was laughing and freaking out a little all at the same time.  To be honest I had been thinking this could happen for a while and then it did and I was still unprepared.

It got really cold (well really cold for here) and you have so few warm clothes, so off we went to Kid 2 Kid and got you some great items for less than $35.  I have been having a blast dressing you in your new outfits, since you are the cutest baby ever.

We finally turned the corner on you liking solids. Banana was the trick.  If we add banana you will eat it!

Sadly we also had your first real ouchie.  Your Dad was trying to cut your nails and cut your thumb pretty badly.  You were screaming and bleeding and he was having a little panic attack.  I was at work and he called my cell and left a voice mail of just you screaming, and then called the clinic line and we spoke.  After 15 minutes of him applying pressure and the cut still bleeding I had him bring you down so I could check it out.  You had stopped screaming by the time you got to the clinic, but you had blood on your sleeper, the car seat, and the little pink bunnies on your car seat straps.  It turns out it was not a cut, but an oval sized chunk that he removed from the tip of your thumb.  I cleaned it and then with the help of your Dad and no less than 2 CVTs I managed to place a bandage around your thumb that anchored to your wrist.  Then I nursed you and everything was all better.  Your poor Dad was so upset and he says that he will NEVER cut your nails again.  I wanted to take a picture of your bandage, but your Dad was so freaked about it this one I will have to just remember.  A few days later we did take a picture of the healing cut.