It's been a couple of months in the works, but two teeth FINALLY popped through Luke's lower gums tonight. Chewing on our fingers is no longer an option. Let the gnawing begin!
Oh, and have I told you lately how much I love this little boy. I love him. Love him. LOVE him.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The Little Man Has Made it Half a Year! Go Us!
My little Luke is 6 months old today. He celebrated by learning to speed crawl. He was pretty quick before, but he went ahead and picked up the pace today. And he desperately wanted to lick the toilet. It's shiny, what can I say? I would put him at the wall of our bedroom and then run into the bathroom to try and get something done before he caught up to me. Normally I can get toothpaste on the brush and start brushing before he makes it to me, but he was right on my heels today. To save time I simultaneously washed my face and brushed my teeth, which means that I ended up washing my face with Colgate and brushing my teeth with Lancome. It didn't taste as bad as you might think.
I miss the days when I could rely on the exersaucer or swing or bouncer to entertain my child. I finally had to just strap him into the car seat and put him at the front door so he could watch the trees outside. That one still works.
Then we went to his 6 month appointment with Dr. V. His height is still in the 90th percentile but his weight is in the 50th percentile. He's svelte. And super strong. In the exam room I was leaning him over a toy that was essentially a wooden block with some beads on it and he was lifting it up. I swear his rippling muscles would have torn open his clothes, had he been wearing any clothes. Then he proceeded to do bear walks (hands and feet) across the examination table. He has pushed himself up to that position before but has never been able to move. I keep telling him that he is a baby, but I think he forgets.
Now he's sleeping off the Tylenol and stress from all the shots. The good thing is that this was the last appointment where he receives more than two vaccines at a time. Thank goodness. I got my flu shot yesterday and feeling the pinch of the shot and the resulting soreness and thinking about putting my baby through this again and with FOUR SHOTS has stressed me out. Matt explained that the flu shot goes into mostly muscle while Luke's shots go into mostly fat, so it doesn't hurt him as much. And I'm reminded of my friend's newborn who got whooping cough and ended up in the hospital. And so I blow in his face to distract him while the nurse gives him the shots and sing I him little songs to calm him down when the shots are over. And I try not to cry along with him. I think I'm going to go join Luke and sleep off the stress from all his shots now.
Happy six months of being in the world, Little Man Johnson. We love you more than you can know.
I miss the days when I could rely on the exersaucer or swing or bouncer to entertain my child. I finally had to just strap him into the car seat and put him at the front door so he could watch the trees outside. That one still works.
Then we went to his 6 month appointment with Dr. V. His height is still in the 90th percentile but his weight is in the 50th percentile. He's svelte. And super strong. In the exam room I was leaning him over a toy that was essentially a wooden block with some beads on it and he was lifting it up. I swear his rippling muscles would have torn open his clothes, had he been wearing any clothes. Then he proceeded to do bear walks (hands and feet) across the examination table. He has pushed himself up to that position before but has never been able to move. I keep telling him that he is a baby, but I think he forgets.
Now he's sleeping off the Tylenol and stress from all the shots. The good thing is that this was the last appointment where he receives more than two vaccines at a time. Thank goodness. I got my flu shot yesterday and feeling the pinch of the shot and the resulting soreness and thinking about putting my baby through this again and with FOUR SHOTS has stressed me out. Matt explained that the flu shot goes into mostly muscle while Luke's shots go into mostly fat, so it doesn't hurt him as much. And I'm reminded of my friend's newborn who got whooping cough and ended up in the hospital. And so I blow in his face to distract him while the nurse gives him the shots and sing I him little songs to calm him down when the shots are over. And I try not to cry along with him. I think I'm going to go join Luke and sleep off the stress from all his shots now.
Happy six months of being in the world, Little Man Johnson. We love you more than you can know.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Luke is Mobile
About a week ago Luke decided that the scooting period was over and it was time to crawl. We have fantastic video of him alternating between crawling and laughing hysterically at the fact he was crawling. It was one of my favorite things ever to watch. We'll try to get it posted this week because you really do have to see it.
I can't believe how quickly he went from Beginning Crawler to Advanced Crawling Machine. That kid can book it when he wants something, like my cup of water, the remote control, shoes, and anything shiny, all of which he wants to put in his mouth. He also went through this fantastic phase where he wanted to put his thumb on everything. No joke. Here are pictures.
I can't believe how quickly he went from Beginning Crawler to Advanced Crawling Machine. That kid can book it when he wants something, like my cup of water, the remote control, shoes, and anything shiny, all of which he wants to put in his mouth. He also went through this fantastic phase where he wanted to put his thumb on everything. No joke. Here are pictures.
He would crawl around and every time he felt something new, he put his thumb on it. Auntie Mary spent a good 20 minutes walking him around Aunt Toni's house letting him put his thumb on all of her assorted treasures. (While that was happening I was sitting quietly on the couch. Just sitting. Not crawling after Luke, or doing the dishes or laundry, or straightening anything, or even reading a magazine. Just sitting. It was heavenly. Oh wait, I was doing laundry. But not actively at that particular time. So, still, heavenly.) That phase ended abruptly and I miss it. It made me laugh. The best part is that apparently Matt also had a thumb fetish when he was a kid. Weird, right? There's a nod to the Nature vs. Nurture theory.
The biggest changes due to this whole crawling thing include the following: The once-a-week vacuuming and twice-a-week Swiffering that I was getting away with are no longer going to cut it, I have rug burns on my knees (and really, there is no need to make a joke here. Sorry honey.), Luke is finally taking naps again due to wearing himself out with all this crawling (hallelujah!!), he now wakes up crying and crawls around his crib until I release him from his captivity, Luke is now eating 2-3 meals a day because the bottle alone just isn't cutting it anymore (his tummy was growling when he got up this morning!), everything in our house has been lifted up three feet, and finally, Matt and I can't watch any of our shows in the evening while Luke is awake because you cannot watch TV and a crawling baby at the same time. Poor TiVo is about to burst. Even the Office Wedding had to wait. If you needed proof of how much we love our child, there it is.
That's all for now. Here are some recent pics including our visit from Grandma and Grandpa and assorted other shenanigans of late.
Cheers to the Working Moms
So, here's what I don't get. Between keeping the house clean, the kid alive AND happy, and everyone fed, who has time to blog? And I only have one kid. And I don't have an outside job. And I have a very helpful husband. You ladies, and you know who you are, I salute you.
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