My wiggle worm has turned into a turner. This is the beginning of the end, he only gets more mobile from here. Watch these mad new skills develop. Yes, today was the first time he did this:
Friday, August 14, 2009
Friday, August 07, 2009
Thunder Thighs
So, it's been 11 days since I posted last. That is a long time. I bet some of you are wondering what happened to me. Well, remember when I used to go months between postings? 11 days doesn't seem so bad now, does it? Well, I was just made Primary chorister, so that has been taking up some of my free time. It's fun, but slightly overwhelming. And of course, there are always projects, and shopping, and dishes, and laundry, and cleaning to do as well. And G, who takes up a lot of time. Which of course brings us to the favorite part of the week, but it's two-for-one day at Tara Paper since I didn't get to post anything last week.
I've heard it said that babies don't grow kneecaps until after they're first year of life. I don't know if that's true because it's hard to tell under all that fat. G has such cute little round fat rolls on top of his knees that I absolutely love. And right above them are his little thunder thighs.
To fully understand the ginormity, let's do a little scale comparison. My hand is the length of G's torso. It goes from neck to belly button. My hands do not fit around G's thighs. My husband, who has much larger hands than mine (mine are really very small for someone my height), can't get his hand all the way around G's thighs either. Which does explain the giant wrinkle in the middle of said thighs. Which is, of course, just the way baby's thighs should be. If only the same could be explained to teenage girls . . . but that's another post . . .
I've heard it said that babies don't grow kneecaps until after they're first year of life. I don't know if that's true because it's hard to tell under all that fat. G has such cute little round fat rolls on top of his knees that I absolutely love. And right above them are his little thunder thighs.
To fully understand the ginormity, let's do a little scale comparison. My hand is the length of G's torso. It goes from neck to belly button. My hands do not fit around G's thighs. My husband, who has much larger hands than mine (mine are really very small for someone my height), can't get his hand all the way around G's thighs either. Which does explain the giant wrinkle in the middle of said thighs. Which is, of course, just the way baby's thighs should be. If only the same could be explained to teenage girls . . . but that's another post . . .
Thursday, July 30, 2009
How to tell the real nerds from the posers
- Have you ever been so starved for educational stimulation that you consider reading the old textbooks that you only skimmed through (at best) during your classes?
- Have you ever kept textbooks from a class you didn't take?
- Have you ever purchased textbooks for a class you had no intention of taking just because they looked interesting?
- Have you ever begged your husband to hold onto textbooks for a class he didn't end up taking because they might be considered research for a future thesis?
- Have you ever been giddy with excitement after tracking down the complete (and old) edition of a textbook anthology you only had one section of at a used book sale?
Friday, July 24, 2009
Gigglesaurus
G has a romper that says Gigglesaurus on it, and that is my favorite trait of the week. Not the romper, of course, the giggle. G has been giggling for quite awhile now, but recently, it requires almost no work to get him to do it. He loves to start laughing for no other reason than apparent inner joy. He also loves people, so he smiles and laughs for strangers. He did this in church last week. Despite the fact that he can get pretty loud, I let him stay in Sacrament Meeting, because, hey, he's laughing, it's cute and totally not like the sad screams that normally fill up the chapel. Plus, Jesus likes children. And I was told by some outsiders that it's not as distracting as I, an insider, think it is. Then, of course, he was fussy cause he got tired and Daddy took him in the foyer, where he apparently proceeded to make everyone in the general area laugh with his giggling antics. So it looks like I've got a class clown on my hands.
Oh, and to add to the cuteness, if we do make an effort to make him laugh, he will often get into giggling fits that go on for minutes at a time. Take this video for example. He had been laughing for a good 2 minutes before we got the camera out. We were pretty happy about this laughing fit because up to this point he tended to cry when we put him in his carrier. He's much better now.
Here's some more, even better stuff:
Oh, and to add to the cuteness, if we do make an effort to make him laugh, he will often get into giggling fits that go on for minutes at a time. Take this video for example. He had been laughing for a good 2 minutes before we got the camera out. We were pretty happy about this laughing fit because up to this point he tended to cry when we put him in his carrier. He's much better now.
Here's some more, even better stuff:
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Why I Don't Watch Scary Movies
I've always been susceptible to the twisted workings of my own imagination. Although, like most kids, I liked reading scary books like Goosebumps, or Things That Go Bump in the Night, I did like to have the lights on going to my room in the basement afterwords. I even remember one time watching a docu-drama about crocodiles in my parents' room and being afraid to get off the bed when it was over. Now, I knew that crocodiles were not indigenous to master suites in Utah suburbs, but in my own defense, my parents did have a water bed. It was disconcerting. So, I have since avoided, for the most part, scary movies.
But I have also been disturbed by television shows, which given the gruesome and disturbing envelope-pushing that shows like CSI have encouraged, isn't surprising. This is why after I feed G in the middle of the night, get a drink downstairs, and go into my bathroom to use the facilities, I find myself thinking how freaky it would be if someone was waiting in the little room where the toilet is--to get me. Needless to say, I'm a little hesitant to open the door.
Look how creepy it is, someone could lurk in there quite easily. Okay, access isn't really that easy, but it's much worse when it's pitch black, that just doesn't photograph well, so use your imagination. . . . Actually don't, since that what gives me problems. Take my word for it.
Anyway, that wasn't the point of this post. The point is, after strings of disturbing dreams lately involving running away from kidnappers, human sacrifice, and serial killers, I was quite disturbed the other day when I was taking a shower (yes, a scary place for me to begin with) and although my husband had already gone to work, the bathroom door started to open.
Now, the thing about our bathroom door is that if you leave it alone, it will close on it's own, but never open. That fact aside, I was willing to accept my own explanation of a freak in-house wind, but then I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Unlike many of my peripheral phantoms, this one kept moving. And it wasn't until it lept up on the ledge of the bathtub revealing itself as Guido, that my heart returned to its normal rhythm. Totally freaked me out. And he's done it several times since. Each time I have to tell myself and cross my fingers that it really is Guido. So far, he's been the only unannounced visitor, knock on wood.
*All bathroom pictures were taken by a fully-clothed photographer.
But I have also been disturbed by television shows, which given the gruesome and disturbing envelope-pushing that shows like CSI have encouraged, isn't surprising. This is why after I feed G in the middle of the night, get a drink downstairs, and go into my bathroom to use the facilities, I find myself thinking how freaky it would be if someone was waiting in the little room where the toilet is--to get me. Needless to say, I'm a little hesitant to open the door.
Look how creepy it is, someone could lurk in there quite easily. Okay, access isn't really that easy, but it's much worse when it's pitch black, that just doesn't photograph well, so use your imagination. . . . Actually don't, since that what gives me problems. Take my word for it.Anyway, that wasn't the point of this post. The point is, after strings of disturbing dreams lately involving running away from kidnappers, human sacrifice, and serial killers, I was quite disturbed the other day when I was taking a shower (yes, a scary place for me to begin with) and although my husband had already gone to work, the bathroom door started to open.
Now, the thing about our bathroom door is that if you leave it alone, it will close on it's own, but never open. That fact aside, I was willing to accept my own explanation of a freak in-house wind, but then I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Unlike many of my peripheral phantoms, this one kept moving. And it wasn't until it lept up on the ledge of the bathtub revealing itself as Guido, that my heart returned to its normal rhythm. Totally freaked me out. And he's done it several times since. Each time I have to tell myself and cross my fingers that it really is Guido. So far, he's been the only unannounced visitor, knock on wood.*All bathroom pictures were taken by a fully-clothed photographer.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Kissable Connections
My favorite part of Little G this week is hard to get a picture of, so you'll have to make due with another picture highlighting last weeks favorite part, his eyes. Yes, I took that picture, thank you very much.
I love the little spot under G's ears where his chubby checks meet his double chin and they both connect to his wrinkly little neck. It's my favorite spot to kiss. I think I kiss G about 1000 times a day and a good 50% of those are on that spot. He's getting so big, I figure 1000 kisses a day should be enough to help me enjoy the days I have before he won't let me kiss him anymore.
I love the little spot under G's ears where his chubby checks meet his double chin and they both connect to his wrinkly little neck. It's my favorite spot to kiss. I think I kiss G about 1000 times a day and a good 50% of those are on that spot. He's getting so big, I figure 1000 kisses a day should be enough to help me enjoy the days I have before he won't let me kiss him anymore.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Because Somewhere Someone Cares (Hi Mom)
This was my Monday, not a good day.
4:50 am - G wakes up. Not time to eat, but I am a walking mummy, so I don't feel like I can wrestle him for an hour. So I feed him.
5:25 am - Stumble downstairs to get a drink and turn off the outside light. Fall back into bed. G is still awake.
6:10 am - G is still awake, but crying now. So, time for diaper change.
6:55 am - G still awake. Daddy's turn!
7:10 am - Daddy puts G down and takes a shower. Baby still awake..
7:13 am - Bring baby into bed with me. Finally goes to sleep!
7:50 am - G wakes up. Food time.
8:15 am - Dose off.
9:10 am - Pick up crying baby. Where's my happy morning boy? This doesn't bode well for the day.
Total sleep=5 1/2 hours
9:30 am - Clean out Guido's food bowl cause the ants came in the night. Feed Guido. 3/4 cup dry food, to keep the ants away (knock on wood). Clean up pee in Guido's cage. He has trouble since he was catheterized.
9:36 am - Wrestle antibiotics into Guido. 3rd time's the charm. And no scratches!
9:40 am - Breakfast! No milk, so toast and o.j.
9:47 am - Pick up crying baby. Diaper and outfit change.
9:56 am - Wash out changing pad in sink.
9:59 am - Check email and blogs holding G, hoping he will go to sleep.
10:15 am - Went for pacifier, played with mirror.
10:20 am - Watched an episode of How I Met Your Mother on the iPod. Sure enough, G fell asleep.
10:40 am - Put G down. First nap of the day: shower, load of laundry, clean out laundry room, unload dishwasher, hand wash dishes, clean up countertops.
11:33 am - Crying baby, phone rings.
11:35 am - Pick up crying baby. Food time.
12:00 pm - Daddy's home to grab some things and eat lunch.
12:20 pm - Daddy leaves.
12:30 pm - Lunch. Leftover stuffed green peppers.
12:37 pm - Clean poopy diaper.
12:45 pm - Mini-bath and outfit #2.
12:55 pm - Run errands. Take back Redbox video. Grocery shopping at Albertsons. Spent $20.90, saved $14.
2:02 pm - Back home. Unload groceries, take care of Guido, put away dishes, load dishwasher.
2:09 pm - Pick up fussy baby. Take clothes out of washer.
2:14 pm - Put down baby on play mat with the hopes of hanging up laundry.
2:15 pm - Pick up crying baby.
2:40 pm - Get baby to sleep. Settle down for nap.
2:45 pm - Feed baby.
3:15 pm - Sleep!
5:10 pm - Wake up to crying baby. Change diaper. G pees on outfit. Time for a real bath. Normally, G loves baths and they are a great way to calm him down. Not so much this time.
5:30 pm - Calm baby down. Outfit #3=diaper. G starts crying again.
5:33 pm - Hang up laundry to dry.
5:45 pm - Start dinner.
5:48 pm - Stop to feed baby.
6:20 pm - Eat dinner, burritos. Change poopy diaper.
6:40 pm - Take out trash, change diaper pail.
6:55 pm - Play time!
7:15 pm - Pack
7:35 pm - Load car to meet Daddy at hotel.
8:00 pm - Leave to hotel.
8:20 pm - Arrive at hotel.
8:35 pm - Get key to room.
8:45 pm - Food time.
9:10 pm - Change diaper.
10:30 pm - G finally goes to sleep. So do I.
4:50 am - G wakes up. Not time to eat, but I am a walking mummy, so I don't feel like I can wrestle him for an hour. So I feed him.
5:25 am - Stumble downstairs to get a drink and turn off the outside light. Fall back into bed. G is still awake.
6:10 am - G is still awake, but crying now. So, time for diaper change.
6:55 am - G still awake. Daddy's turn!
7:10 am - Daddy puts G down and takes a shower. Baby still awake..
7:13 am - Bring baby into bed with me. Finally goes to sleep!
7:50 am - G wakes up. Food time.
8:15 am - Dose off.
9:10 am - Pick up crying baby. Where's my happy morning boy? This doesn't bode well for the day.
Total sleep=5 1/2 hours
9:30 am - Clean out Guido's food bowl cause the ants came in the night. Feed Guido. 3/4 cup dry food, to keep the ants away (knock on wood). Clean up pee in Guido's cage. He has trouble since he was catheterized.
9:36 am - Wrestle antibiotics into Guido. 3rd time's the charm. And no scratches!
9:40 am - Breakfast! No milk, so toast and o.j.
9:47 am - Pick up crying baby. Diaper and outfit change.
9:56 am - Wash out changing pad in sink.
9:59 am - Check email and blogs holding G, hoping he will go to sleep.
10:15 am - Went for pacifier, played with mirror.
10:20 am - Watched an episode of How I Met Your Mother on the iPod. Sure enough, G fell asleep.
10:40 am - Put G down. First nap of the day: shower, load of laundry, clean out laundry room, unload dishwasher, hand wash dishes, clean up countertops.
11:33 am - Crying baby, phone rings.
11:35 am - Pick up crying baby. Food time.
12:00 pm - Daddy's home to grab some things and eat lunch.
12:20 pm - Daddy leaves.
12:30 pm - Lunch. Leftover stuffed green peppers.
12:37 pm - Clean poopy diaper.
12:45 pm - Mini-bath and outfit #2.
12:55 pm - Run errands. Take back Redbox video. Grocery shopping at Albertsons. Spent $20.90, saved $14.
2:02 pm - Back home. Unload groceries, take care of Guido, put away dishes, load dishwasher.
2:09 pm - Pick up fussy baby. Take clothes out of washer.
2:14 pm - Put down baby on play mat with the hopes of hanging up laundry.
2:15 pm - Pick up crying baby.
2:40 pm - Get baby to sleep. Settle down for nap.
2:45 pm - Feed baby.
3:15 pm - Sleep!
5:10 pm - Wake up to crying baby. Change diaper. G pees on outfit. Time for a real bath. Normally, G loves baths and they are a great way to calm him down. Not so much this time.
5:30 pm - Calm baby down. Outfit #3=diaper. G starts crying again.
5:33 pm - Hang up laundry to dry.
5:45 pm - Start dinner.
5:48 pm - Stop to feed baby.
6:20 pm - Eat dinner, burritos. Change poopy diaper.
6:40 pm - Take out trash, change diaper pail.
6:55 pm - Play time!
7:15 pm - Pack
7:35 pm - Load car to meet Daddy at hotel.
8:00 pm - Leave to hotel.
8:20 pm - Arrive at hotel.
8:35 pm - Get key to room.
8:45 pm - Food time.
9:10 pm - Change diaper.
10:30 pm - G finally goes to sleep. So do I.
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