Troublesome Twosome

They are getting so big.  SO very big.  That one on the right?  He's pushing me over the edge.  "Mom! You're making me crazy!" he said to me last night.  Well son, you have obviously heard that one a lot - because that is how I feel about you.

Call CPS

I probably shouldn't joke about that, as I am sure there are tons of crazies out there that would find this video inappropriate and scary.  Both of these boys have gotten the opportunity to experience the spinning wheel, and both love it.  (I do not love the double - it's too much and that I will NOT post on video)

.5 years old

We made it.  

We made it through the first 6 months - the sleep deprivation, the screaming in the car, the holding of your head to make sure it didn't bobble all over the place, has all passed.

But that also means so is sleeping anywhere and everywhere.  The toothless grins.  The tiny socks and onesies. 

Let's be honest - you'll be a toddler before we know it.

Height:  27" (72%)
Weight: 17.0 lbs (42%)
Head: 16.5" (9%)

First, your lists of milestones:

You're eating - prunes, peas, sweet potatoes, applesauce, bananas, carrots, and squash.

You're rolling - both ways.  You don't do it often, just enough to show us you can do it, but you certainly aren't an overachiever. I like that about you.  It makes it easier on all of us.

You're in size 3 diapers

You're in 9-12 month clothes

You're sleeping through the night (6:30pm-6am)

You take two long naps (9-11am;1-3pm) and a short cat nap (4:30-5:30pm)

You sit up by yourself - although you fall over after a while.  I think you just get to the point where you're 'over it'

You move things from hand to hand and reach for things just out of your reach
You have two bottom teeth

Those items above don't define you.  They are just signs that you are on track.  I'll be completely honest, I've spent a lot of time worrying about you.  I didn't think you were on track.  I had a scare about your weight bearing.  You didn't bear weight on your legs.  They were like little spaghetti noodles.  That combined with your bowel issues I thought certain there was something going on.  Something that was off.  And even more secretly, I blamed myself.  I kept thinking 'I pushed myself too hard during my pregnancy and caused something to be wrong with him'.  I'd be lying if I said this whole thing didn't consume a lot of my thoughts.  I'm beyond thankful that I worried about things that just weren't worth worrying about.  I'll just say that my perpective changed on some other things, in a big way.

You're personality is to die for.  So so so smiley, and happy, and easy going.  We let you hang out on the floor with your toys and you are content.  Your brother had a firey personality from the get go.  Always had to be moving, attention on him, and stubborn.  So very stubborn.  You are the opposite.  An observer, a happy soul, peaceful.  You watch your surroundings like a hawk.  If Deacon is in the room while I'm trying to nurse you, forget it.  It's not going to happen.  Your red little mohawk makes me laugh all the time.  We look into each others eyes, and we each are thinking about how much we love the other.  Gazing into your blue eyes and having you locked back onto mine is a time stopper.  The world around me pauses because I refuse to look away.  

Quite simply, I'm in love with you.  Over the moon for you.  I'm excited to know you more.  Your Daddy and brother are excited for you to join their boys club.  You really are something special.

Welcome aboard the Fuss Bus

I needed a gentle reminder that my kiddos are sweet and lovable, these pictures were a perfect reminder.

This has been a rough week - the emotions are high.

D has a pretty nasty cold and if you look at him the wrong way he turns into a whiny, teary mess.

Nash has been uncharacteristically crabby, which I guess I can point to teeth.  

I've told Greg at least 7 times this week "I think I'm going to lose my *%$@"

I think I DID lose it only twice.

Praise the Lord for wine and girl scout cookies because both have pulled me through.  

Is this week over yet?!

Photos courtesy of Kim Charie

Sympathy? Anyone?

No one in my household (my husband) will listen to me complain anymore, so I'm taking this to the world wide web for sympathy.

Ever seen a grown, 30 year old woman fall?

Well, I did.  And not graceful, more like a hippopotamus, all the way to the ground.  Tears welled up in my eyes and I wanted to let them spill over, but then it would have been a bigger scene.  

I've been limping (the first day because it hurt, the 3 days after to try and get sympathy from my husband) and now I have a beautiful bruise to match my son's legs.  To make matters worse, I fell right on the one spot on my body that I am SO SO very protective of.  A high school injury that lasted 7 years, and caused 5 surgeries.  I managed to hit that very.same.spot.  I almost peed my pants.

Teeth

The first sign that we are transitioning out of babyhood and toddlerhood is knocking at our door.  

Nash got tooth #1 and tooth #2 is right below this surface and will probably make it's way out this weekend.

Crazy.

Meal Time

Prunes, Peas, Apples and Sweet Potatoes.  This guy is getting better each day at getting the food in his mouth.

Confession - I actually HATE meal time with the baby.  I forgot how messy it is and how more gets all over everything else other than his mouth.  Now I understand when women with more than one talk about how they feel like they make meals and snacks literally all day.  If one isn't eating, the other one is.