Friday, December 3, 2010

Picture Day

Oatmeal fun.








Some picture fun while I wait for him to fall asleep...which doesn't appear to be happening from all the bumping and banging next door. Occasional screams too...Why an I never invited to these wild raves?

I felt bad never letting him make a mess, so we got jiggy in the breafast this morning. Instant oatmeal makes a fine paste, fun to frost the table with.
Orange peels IN, that's right folks, IN!!
Hanging with Mom with my happy face.
We had a photo shoot yesterday featuring feet. It was pre-nap time, so I was able to get some interesting faces. So here are the many faces of Stefan.

Mum, mum, mum mum mum...(this is the only face I see when he says "mom", the face that WANTS something).

Froggy Face

Catching up on some email, then off to write some code...

Thursday, December 2, 2010

'Tis the Season

 This is officially the first decoration to go up...brand new, no lead in these babies! I was kinda disappointed in their shape at first...I really like the little globe ones we had last year. Those were the leaded ones that I had up for the weekend...when Sean informed me Stefan shouldn't touch them. Great. He hadn't been touching them too much since the LED points right into his eyes at certain angles. I didn't want him to get too cozy with them and blind himself. However, Stefan was building quite a relationship with the strand of lights...well more of a fixation, so I'm happy we now have a set that he can interact with a little. I also was haunted by the old globe string. It is the strand I passed by hundreds of times while waiting for the little booger to come out last year. They were one of the only decorations we set out.Oh wait, there was a huge box of decorations I inherited from my Grandparents house, but that came later. There was no tree, so lights took center stage. Not to go on about 4 nights of disorganized labor, but as Husband slept peacefully, I was left to do laps with the cats, creating a track between the coffee tables and couch, over to the turtle tank, past the fish, down the hall, around the kitchen and back again...and again...and again. All I put on were those lights, so I could close my eyes while I walked and catch the closest thing I'd have to sleep in those 4 days. Briefly I'd break on the exercise ball and will the baby out. It's the least effective labor starter...but it made my sore body feel better. Anyway, I cringed passing by the globe lights this year, and I'm happy the new ones will create their own memories...and Stefan's first xmas memories. He was there for last year's xmas, but at a week old, he didn't care. My grandfather had passed away a few weeks earlier, I was unable to be with my family, stuck at home nursing the operation and a newborn, it wasn't the holiday I'm used to. This year is going to be a blast though, with Abby's and Stefan's first Real Christmas!

The past few days have been really interesting and SO MUCH FUN!!! I've been waiting for this since I've wanted children...so like 30 years, I guess. Stefan is all over the place, and so happy! I haven't yet resorted to gates too, so we play a game where I let him go, talk to him as he escapes to the other end of the house, reel him in and set him free all over again. It makes getting chores done less painful. He's usually babbling or squeaking as he goes, so I haven't completely lost him yet. He has predictable pit stops...cat food dishes, recycle box/shopping bag shelf, cat water fountain, living room...by the time he gets to the living room, I've scooped him up, so I can only guess where he's headed at that point (xmas lights, trash can, entertainment center doors, other doors, wires...).

Last week Stefan had his first hands on cooking lesson. He met sugar and cranberries. In mere minutes he was covered in sugar, and cranberries were everywhere (there were only 3 though, I don't want to clean too much). He had a great fine motor skill work out with the berries. It was less fun picking sugar out of his eyes. I stopped myself before putting him in a pan of water (to dissolve the sugar). It seemed like a good solution until I remembered it's drafty winter and I wasn't in the mood to pick up a water mess..."Bad Idea" Jeans (...that is the brand of jeans Shawnee and I wore when we made silly decisions that seemed perfectly logical when they commenced). Last night, he helped saute onions, and this  morning he was scrambling Dad's eggs. Then stirring up his oatmeal and cranberry sauce unassisted (which is the outcome of the cranberry cooking). Unfortunately, most of the food we're doing these days is highly staining, and I don't want him to totally immerse himself in it, again, because I'm not cleaning the mess. I'm not adverse to messes, just not wanting to clean at the times that he is making them:)

So our future holiday plans...they involve a tree and decking the house out. It is finally my turn to pass on Xmas traditions. I'm thinking I'll give that topic an entire post though, plus I really have to get stuff done during this precious nap time. So until I'm procrastinating again, I bid you adieu!

Monday, November 29, 2010

"You'll wish he didn't..."

His non-traditional crawl position.
....and again, Yes, I do!! Everyone told me to cherish his first few months, how I'd want them back once the newborness was gone. Nope. First of all, I'm not so much a fan of newborns. I'd love another, but not because I want a newborn. Second, the first 4 months were rife with crying, anxiety and a general overwhelming angst. I don't want any of that back, I don't miss it, I'm glad I barely remember it.

FFW...I started wishing he'd crawl around 6 months. I was warned I'd be sorry and that there was no going back once he did. Perhaps, if he fulfilled my wish and crawled then, or even by 8 months, I'd have wished otherwise. In addition, I was scared that I was about to take on a new form of inconvenient locomotion: having to walk him everywhere, as he was doing that more than figuring out how to crawl. Months 9, 10, and almost 11 passed without success. He held off all the way until Scott's Birthday, November 23rd, making it 11 months and a week that I sported him on my arm through cooking, cleaning, teaching, and every other little thing.  As it is, he doesn't know he's crawling, he can only get into position when he's intending to walk and can't pull up.  Regardless, Boy, can I tell you, I am one happy Mamma now that he can get places on his own!! We're happy he let us get through the Thanksgiving sickness before he went totally mobile, allowing Mom to get the house uber clean yesterday.


Oooh and I think I just got a really clear "Mom"...they only come when he wants something...like now...so I better skidattle!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Creepy crawlies!

Charlie Brown, You Block Head!

UGH, Mom, I can do this with my eyes closed!
Timber!

And for my next trick...



It's fun to stay at the Y.M.Ceeee-A!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Have a Good Laugh

"Baby's first laugh may erupt around 4 months of age in response to a pleasant sensation or physical exhilaration. Around 9 months of age, baby begins to develop a sense of anticipation; therefore he is ready to be surprised and tickled by the unexpected. By 1 year of age, baby may be ready to appreciate wordplay humor. Laughter is wonderful exercise, increasing circulation and raising the heart rate. It can help relieve both stress and frustration. Isn't it amazing what a little laughter can do?" Kindermusik International

This morning when Stefan decided to be the 7:30 am alarm clock, we all sat in bed and enjoyed pokes, jabs, smiles, and peals of laughter. Our room dark, shades drawn; was it raining, snowing, or sunny? Who knows, right then, nothing else mattered. I discovered Monster's whole body is ticklish when I use my head, and he can now find Daddy's nose while looking at Mommy, in the dark. Many people speak out against co-sleeping, but there are far too many precious memories it has created in our household. I can't imagine it any other way.