Tuesday, January 31, 2012

1 Down

Okay, where did January go?

No, seriously, how did it suddenly become January 31st? 

To me, the days go faster and faster.  Work is steady and keeping me busy enough during the days. 

James is moving faster.  He can turn on his tummy, move sideways to get to things, and I swear he looks over his shoulder when moving backwards and is manuevering.  Yesterday we witnessed him moving like an inch worm: he sees something ahead of him he wants, so he get on his hands and knees, rocks back and forth, and then slides flat on his tummy.  The result is that he moves forward roughly an inch at a time.

He prefers to stand, holding on to your fingers and giggling like a mad man.  If you rock him back and forth he moves his feet, and does a forward shuffle.  If James had his way, we would sit on the floor and let him do this back and forth between us for hours.  He's gotten big, though, and it takes a toll on both of our arms and back.

The days are starting to get longer, which to me means Spring.  We still have seen no snow, so his snowsuit will go unused at this point.  But the warmer weather will mean walks and trips to a nearby park.

And his Nana visiting for his first birthday in May.

I have so much to look forward to this year, but I don't want to get to them so quickly.  I am trying to savor the time, playing with trucks and getting slobbery kisses, before they pass.

But I'm starting to think the only solution will be to locate a time turner....

Monday, January 30, 2012

Making Noise

For Christmas, James was gifted a Sophie giraffe.  Admittedly, this was his first squeaky toy.

Up until a week ago, he laughed when we made noises with her, but seemed not too interested with doing anything other than pounding her against a toy truck.

Then he discovered that he could just squeeze her and the squeak would happen.  Which meant that as he chewed on her legs, he'd squeeze her head or neck and laugh.

Seriously, I don't know who is more entertained: him or us.

Saturday evening, in the middle of a drooling/teething issue, he was sitting on my lap and decided that gnawing on my knuckles was better than anything we were providing.  As I sat there, talking to A and letting James do his thing, I realized he was exhaling.


Against my arm.

Someone realized that he was making a noise he'd only heard us make on his tummy by blowing air out on my arm.  And was just laying there, a smile showing, exhaling with his puffy cheeks, and making fart noises on mommy.

To be honest, we didn't think he was doing it on purpose.  At first.

But yesterday, as his great-grandfather held him, we heard an odd noise.  Sure enough, he had put his fist against his mouth and managed to make that noise.  But as he moved along his arm, his long sleeve was getting in his way.

It wasn't stopping him from trying.  And making a huge mess on that sleeve.

All with a goofy grin.

Internets, my son is already laughing at fart noises.  He is so our child!

Friday, January 27, 2012

Planning Ahead

So, for those of you who remember reading about me doing the 365 day challenge of photos, I have managed everyday to post something on that link on the right.

In order to try something a little different in February, I'm going to do this!  I like the thought of having a type of photo assignment, so this should be interesting.  It'll still be posted over on the Tumblr link to track it, so make sure to check there and see if I can keep up.

Now to set an alarm for that day when I'm supposed to capture 10am.....

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Another Milestone - Where is My Baby Boy Going?

The other morning we were awoken by the sound of something being hit in James' room.  He was laughing and babbling as well, but the slapping was coming between it, and it was pretty constant.

It seems that a certain little boy had figured out that there was a way to start his mobile by hitting a button on the bottom of the unit.  It's a battery operated unit, and does have an on/off switch up top for us to control when it's actually on, but there is a button below that is meant to be pushed to start it again if it plays all the way through it's cycle.

And he was trying to turn it on himself.

After his afternoon nap, we'd left the main unit on, so when he rolled over and hit the button it began.  And we laughed.

Then yesterday, he was on all fours, and began to roll over.  He stretched over his back and began to bat at the bugs hanging on the mobile, and we were there to witness it.

So this morning, while he played, I took a wrench and made a change:

His crib mattress has officially been dropped a notch so that he can't pull things down and hurt himself.

It's a little bittersweet, to be honest.  He's growing every day, doing things and learning, but at the same time he is still so small in my eyes and I don't want him to change.

But each night he spends less time in his bouncer.  He wants to be sitting, laying on his tummy, and playing with his trucks.


He still has no interest in rolling from his back to his tummy, has yet to conquer forward crawling, but he wants to grab your fingers and pulls himself up to standing.  He laughs and giggles, and if he falls back on his butt and grunts to do it again.

We both have the sinking sensation that he's going to walk before he crawls.  He is steadier each night as he stands there, and the grin gets bigger.

Things are going to be getting a lot more interesting here if he continues this trend....

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Day By Day

James has always been a champion sleeper.  Once the hospital people stopped prodding him awake, he was set to cuddle and never looked back.

Last month, he started fighting our normal snuggle time before sleep, and so we made a switch.  He now gets placed in his crib, a blanket tucked around him, and we say night night and walk out.  There have been 2 times where we timed it too early, and 5 minutes later were taking him back to the living room to read a book or play with trucks.  After another 20 minutes, he'd be ready to really sleep, and there would be no fighting.

Before you comment:  We tend to believe in letting him stay in his crib if he is in there babbling or making general noises.  But considering he never cries for anything, when we lay him down and he sounds like someone is hurting him and saying "mama" over and over again, there is no way he is staying in his crib.  I'd prefer to play a few more minutes and wear him out a little more and then trying again.  He still is in bed by 8:15 most nights because his internal clock is done by then, and he is up anywhere from 11-12 hours later.

Naps have always been harder to pin down, but they are still taken each day, and it helps us all get through the day.

But it's been a matter of getting to a schedule.

Daddy is more of a schedule person, preferring that there is a sense of order to every day.  I've tried to stay out of the way with the daily parenting as it's really his job, but two weeks ago we had a talk and made a change.

James is on a more regulated meal plan, having some sort of "solid" with a bottle three times a day and one lone bottle in the afternoon as part of a snack.  Now that he is on that, scheduling his naps has become easier each day, and he's actually placed himself on a decent schedule.

Now, that isn't to say we don't have days where things interfere.  Like teeth that won't cut through.  Or days where someone seems to poop with every diaper change, or not at all.

We still schedule around him for errands and trips out.  And the family is great about calling before coming to visit, and we can then let them know when he'll be up and for how long based on the day so far.

We're getting there.  There's a lot still to do before April, primarily involving using a sippy cup, but we are working on it.

Baby steps....

Monday, January 23, 2012

Mommy Day

After a couple of days where napping was just not on his list of things to do, and daddy was getting frustrated, I declared Saturday would be his official day off.

I woke up with James, and we did everything together.  He had my undivided attention, and you could tell he was loving every minute of it.

By the time the day ended, I was thoroughly exhausted.

But in a good way.

I spend my days working from home, so I see him and hear him.  But I don't actually get to be with him the way I want to.

This may sound silly, but I miss inhaling his scent and relaxing with him on the couch.  Touching fingers, making noises, and tickling.  He is getting bigger every single day, and while I am here to witness it all, I feel like I still miss part of it.

With some of the changes happening at work I have a feeling I may need to travel West to be in the office for a couple of things in the next few months.  Thinking about that makes me nauseated.

There is no way I could leave James here.  I'd have to take him.  Which means all of us have to go because I'll need A to help.

Working from home has been such a blessing.  But at the same time, it makes it so hard to even imagine having to be apart.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Because It Was Supposed To Be This Way

Apparently my son's birth opened a floodgate of sorts.

At least, it feels that way.

I have two girlfriends who are due in March, 10 month after James was born.  Another this month.  And another in April.  I think there may be one in May as well.

What I love about these pregnancies is that we are all about the same age.  Our late 30s.  Starting families.

And we all agree on one thing:

If we had done this in our 20s, this would have been different.  We were all doing our own thing, figuring ourselves out, and enjoying life. 

Would we have been good mothers?

There is no doubt.

But it would have been different.  And now, 10 years later, there would be things that we all would have wondered about or wanted to do. 

My mom says things happen for a reason.  I believe there is a plan.

Luckily, my plan resulted in the little boy who scrunches his nose and laughs at me when I tell him I'm gonna get him.  Who gives slobbery kisses on the cheek and is trying to mimic me when I make monkey noises at him.

He is getting bigger every day, and most days it doesn't phase me at all.

Lately, as I watch him rocking back and forth, I try to remember how small he was once upon a time.

It's almost been 8 months, and I can't believe it.  I also still look at the pictures and realize more and more I want another.

Hopefully that is part of the plan.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Pinning Away the Day

Yes, I spelled that right.  I'm not pining for anything.  I am pinning.

On Pinterest.

I know I am late to the party, but after talking to my sister yesterday, we realized that we both wanted to sign up and have things on our own boards. 

Plus, I love that I can go through all these bookmarked recipes and pin them in 1 place to look at and find.

Talk about clearing space.

So, do you Pinterest?  Find me here and if you leave a comment with your profile link I promise to look!!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Stuck in Reverse

James has discovered that if he picks his hands up that he can navigate his movements.

He has become quite adapt at turning in a circle.  While on his tummy.

He also has figured out reverse.

But forward is trickier.

If you place a toy just out of reach, he lays there all stretched out, toes extended as if he is Superman in mid-flight, and grunts.  And this is all after that rocking on hands and knees, looking like at any minute he will do it, and then landing on his tummy.

Yesterday he even had himself in prime position, with one hand and knee slightly ahead of the other one, and we thought he had it.

Then the cat walked by and he was distracted by the fur.

I just want him to figure out forward so he'll stop sliding backwards under the couch....

Thursday, January 12, 2012

A New Perspective on Fat

I've just finished another book, and this one has me discussing science matters with my husband.  All about fats and our diet and things that make him wonder if I should be allowed to read anymore books.  And all this is becuase of Steven J. C. Gaulin's Why Women Need Fat.

The title alone had me itching to read this one.  And I am so glad it did not disappoint.

Now, I've had my own battles with dieting.  I've never tried too hard until the summer before we got pregnant.  The changes I made to my diet, especially the added Omega 3s that my husband's doctor told him he needed, seemed to make the weight slide off pretty easily.  I still carried it in my thighs and butt, but that's what tunics are for!

After reading Why Women Need Fat, I gained a little more insight on what's changed in the last few decades, why once I did lose some of that weight my cycle happened without any prompting, and also what my goals should be with our current diet/exercise change.  As a woman, my body is different, is programmed to need different things, and I've learned that some of the things I thought were really bad for me are actually things I should enjoy in my diet. (Hello, avocado.  I am looking at you and your good fats.)

I'm on my second reading of the book.  Some of the initial "science" in the first section went a little over my head, but reading it again slowly makes more sense now that I know where the book is headed.

If you are trying to lose weight and wondering why it isn't working, why men seem to be attracted to a certain body type, and what you can do to get back to a "natural" diet, please read this book.  Why Women Need Fat will at least provide you with a solid start when looking at the foods you are eating and what your body really needs as a woman.

I really wish I'd had this years ago.  For more info and to see what's happening with the latest BlogHer Book Club selection please go here and join the conversation!

This is a sponsored review for the BlogHer Book Club.  While compensation will be forthcoming for taking the time to write about the book, the opinions stated are all mine and mine alone.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Waiting Game

Things are happening at work.

Things that have us wondering what will happen next.

Things that have us both anxious about whether or not I'll still have a job.

There's a plan in case it all goes to pot.  Not a great plan, mind you.  Especially because we are in a lease here until mid-April.

Right now, it's all holding our breath, trying to focus on working as if nothing is changing, and just trying to be prepared.

Waiting just sucks when you have no real control over your own future.

Monday, January 9, 2012

My Heart May Not Be Able To Handle It

James is spending more time on the floor lately.

He sits and plays with the truck his daddy picked out for him as a Christmas present.  As he pushes it out too far, he slowly will get himself into a position where he is laying on his tummy.

From there, he finds his ways to his hands and knees.  He rocks back and forth, and after a bit ends up laying on his tummy, appearing to be practicing his swim lessons on the carpet. 

Anyone else flashing to Big Bang Theory where it is revealed that Sheldon learned to swim via the Internet in the living room?  He is proud to have the basics on what to do, but has no real urge to actual get in water to test them.  Anyone?  Just me? 


So, when the rocking started, I found myself squealing and clapping hands and trying to get A to come look before he missed it all.  He always arrived to watch, but didn't seem to be as excited.

Some time in the last week this has changed.  He is there encouraging more, and holding his breath along with me as we wait to see if he will discover forward movement and force us to baby proof the living room.

Watching him as he watches our son and realizing that his excitement reflects mine at this little miracle we created makes me feel happier than I thought was possible.

As I sit there, holding my breath and waiting to see what happens next, I can feel my heart swell and seem to come close to bursting.


Friday, January 6, 2012

Thursday, January 5, 2012

My Complete and Utter Undoing

The holidays were actually pretty mellow for us.  Nothing too major happened.

James has been rocking on his hands and knees regularly, tends to move backwards, and is enjoying his new toys.

And then Monday night happened.

He was playing with his toys and babbling as per normal.  Just random noises and giggles.  And then...

Well, my hear melted.  Over and over again.  Because in the middle of it all we heard "Mamamamamamamama".  And when we asked him to say "mama" he would laugh and do it again. And again. And again.

Gone are the mornings of laying in bed and letting A get up to do things for the little one.  Now, from his room, we hear the normal sounds, and then the "mamamamamamamamama" begins.  And I can't seem to get dressed fast enough to get to him and confirm that yes, you called for mama and now she's here.

Do I think he's associated those noises to me quite yet?


But he is still making me smile and melting my heart.  Even now, at this moment, when he's winding down for his morning nap and all I hear is him saying it as he giggles....

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

365 Day Photo Challenge

An old friend of mine posted a link to a blog she started to do a photo challenge for 2012.  All you do is is post 1 picture a day each day of something you are doing, and I decided that this could be fun.

Besides, no one would get tired of James, especially videos as he learns to do things, right?

So, I will still occasionally post pictures here, and there will be a Wordless Wednesday each week, but if you want a daily shot of us then you will want to bookmark this link.  There's a link to it over on the right as well, so don't worry if you forget.

To give you incentive to go there now, my second post is a video of a certain 7 month old saying his first word and his mommy giggling and laughing as her heart melts.....

Monday, January 2, 2012

Our Goal

A few weeks ago I came home from the store and sat to talk with A. 

I want another baby.  I want James to have a brother or sister to play with and grow up with.

But I know that we can't just have it happen.

When I was pregnant with James, I honestly was the healthiest I'd ever been.  I was eating carefully, my diabetes was under control, and I always felt happy.

I am still 17 lbs heavier than when I first got pregnant.  My husband has managed to keep his weight down, which I attribute to the amount of time he spends playing and carrying over 17 lbs of baby.

Odd that I am still carrying the equivalent of his current weight, huh?

So the deal is that if I can get my weight down, and I mean DOWN, and we can get ourselves at least in a financially comfortable place for me to take leave, then we will do this.

But I have only 2012 to do this.

So we'll see where I am in October.  The diet has changed, A is on board with my changes, we have invested in some more exercise games (yes, I am relying on the Wii, XBox Kinect, and the apartment complex's gym), and we are rolling along.

To keep this honest, I'll be weighing in on the 1st of each month.  No, we never bought a scale.  That's what the Wii Fit Plus program is for, sheesh!

So, on January 1st I weighed in at 289.5 lbs and walked 1 mile to get started.  There are fruits and veggies for snacks, and dinner was portabello mushroom burgers on whole wheat buns ala the New Weight Watchers Cookbook.

I slept so good, I'm about to go half a grapefruit and yogurt for breakfast, and then some step aerobics.

So this year will be about watching James grow as his parents try to get in shape.  We'll be in a better place to keep up with him, and hopefully bring another little one into our family.

And here we go.....