wrestling already.
oh great.Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Genes
Silas came over on Friday and Jett and I admired his hair.
Then Ellie stopped by to show off her teeth.
After they left Jett looked at me and asked
just what I had handed down to him,
if it wasn't my ability to grow hair or teeth.
if it wasn't my ability to grow hair or teeth.
I told him I passed down my unattached earlobes,but he was unimpressed.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Growing Out of Baby Yoga
Grandma H was here last weekend, and oh, the fun we had. We took Grandma to baby yoga, Jett's favorite place to show off. Baby yoga is awesome. There's not a lot of yoga involved, but we do get out the yoga mats, which is kind of a challenge actually, rolling out the yoga mat while holding on to your baby.
Anyway, lately Jett has been a hit at yoga. I think it's because he is so active. And cute. And he's got a name that all the moms remember. When we walk in the door most of the other moms and babies are sitting on their mats, in two long rows against each wall. (We're usually one of the last ones to arrive - I swear everyone else lives within walking distance of the place, and they all look so relaxed walking up with their strollers while I drive around the block looking for a place to park). So Jett and I walk down that center aisle to the front of the room and all along the way the moms are whispering to their babies, "Hi Jett!" "There's Jett!" "Wave to Jett!"
Most of the babies there are pretty darn cute and content to play along. Jett on the other hand not only follows directions, he improves on the directions. When he is supposed to sit on my knee, he sits and bounces like he's on a bucking bronco. When he is supposed to lay on his back, he lays on his back-and then his stomach-and then his back-and then his stomach. He does not sit still in yoga. And he's loud - so much squealing and giggling. And he's social. When the baby on the mat next to us turns and looks at him, Jett scoots over and tries to give her a kiss. Oh he is a little star.
So we go to yoga with Grandma and I'm excited for this because Jett is such a hit and he seems to love the class, and I love the class, and despite all the extra attention he gets, we spend the entire hour mostly just wrapped up in each other, and I want my mom to share in that too.
Except what happened is that in one week, Jett grew out of yoga. He kept scooting off the mat, or playing with the electrical sockets (which were covered), and sucking on my water bottle. He seemed a bit bored by the games and the songs. My mom and I spent most of the hour scooping him up and putting him back on the mat. How does he grow out of baby yoga in one week?
Thankfully there were still lots of opportunities to snuggle.
Anyway, lately Jett has been a hit at yoga. I think it's because he is so active. And cute. And he's got a name that all the moms remember. When we walk in the door most of the other moms and babies are sitting on their mats, in two long rows against each wall. (We're usually one of the last ones to arrive - I swear everyone else lives within walking distance of the place, and they all look so relaxed walking up with their strollers while I drive around the block looking for a place to park). So Jett and I walk down that center aisle to the front of the room and all along the way the moms are whispering to their babies, "Hi Jett!" "There's Jett!" "Wave to Jett!"
Most of the babies there are pretty darn cute and content to play along. Jett on the other hand not only follows directions, he improves on the directions. When he is supposed to sit on my knee, he sits and bounces like he's on a bucking bronco. When he is supposed to lay on his back, he lays on his back-and then his stomach-and then his back-and then his stomach. He does not sit still in yoga. And he's loud - so much squealing and giggling. And he's social. When the baby on the mat next to us turns and looks at him, Jett scoots over and tries to give her a kiss. Oh he is a little star.
So we go to yoga with Grandma and I'm excited for this because Jett is such a hit and he seems to love the class, and I love the class, and despite all the extra attention he gets, we spend the entire hour mostly just wrapped up in each other, and I want my mom to share in that too.
Except what happened is that in one week, Jett grew out of yoga. He kept scooting off the mat, or playing with the electrical sockets (which were covered), and sucking on my water bottle. He seemed a bit bored by the games and the songs. My mom and I spent most of the hour scooping him up and putting him back on the mat. How does he grow out of baby yoga in one week?
Thankfully there were still lots of opportunities to snuggle.Monday, February 12, 2007
Eight Months
Dear Jett,
Happy Birthday, buddy! Today you turn eight months old. And how did you celebrate? You slept through the night. You fell asleep without crying. You wore big-boy pajamas. You ate your first stage 2 baby food (mixed cereal), and you ate carrots for the first time. It's been a big day.
And a big month. You're mobile! You know how to eat three good meals a day - and sometimes you do. You know how to sleep through the night - and sometimes you do that too. You like to sit on the windowsill and look down at the street below. You can pull over a box of toys and pick out the one that you want, and you can pick out a particular book from the shelf. (I'm not convinced that you are actually looking for a particular book, but you're a good little faker). You love the book Moo Baa La La La and I really think you imitated me making the cow sound and the sheep sound once. You haven't done it since, but it's ingrained in my memory; it was so funny.
You said "mama" this month, and I think you know what it means. When someone asks you where mama is, sometimes, often times, you look right at me. Or for me. It's thrilling.
We found the ticklish places in your back this month. And on your side, and on your belly (but we already knew about that one). You giggle like no one has giggled before and we have to restrain ourselves and limit our tickling because we don't want to wear you out. But we could listen to your giggling forever.
Oh, and that itsby bitsy spider? You can't get enough of him. But that little piggy who cried wee wee wee all the way to Megan and Owen's is the most hilarious little piggy on the planet. You also noticed your dragon this month. He was the first thing that we bought for you, before you were even born. Thanks for thinking it's so nifty.
You haven't slept in our bed in forever and I miss you, so sweet, laying next to us. But this weekend you and I napped in the bed, and when you woke up, well, you were completely charming. Cheek all rosy, sporting a waffle-print from my sleeve, neck kind of sweaty from resting on my arm, hair sticking up (yes, you have enough hair for bed-head!). You lifted your head up and looked around so drowsy, with those heavy eyes, we were in our own little sweet sleepy world until you caught a glimpse of the alarm clock. The alarm clock! Black! Shiny! With red numbers! And a cord! It's ELECTRONIC! I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT! I WANT IT I WANT IT! I WANT TO EAT IT! You've never woken up so fast in your life.
Actually, you are usually slow to wake up. Kind of groggy in the morning. Just a little grumpy. But that's ok, because you spend the rest of the day charming the pants off everyone, you little charmer.
You're eight months old and you're more fun every single day. Happy Birthday, Jett. We love you.
Happy Birthday, buddy! Today you turn eight months old. And how did you celebrate? You slept through the night. You fell asleep without crying. You wore big-boy pajamas. You ate your first stage 2 baby food (mixed cereal), and you ate carrots for the first time. It's been a big day.
And a big month. You're mobile! You know how to eat three good meals a day - and sometimes you do. You know how to sleep through the night - and sometimes you do that too. You like to sit on the windowsill and look down at the street below. You can pull over a box of toys and pick out the one that you want, and you can pick out a particular book from the shelf. (I'm not convinced that you are actually looking for a particular book, but you're a good little faker). You love the book Moo Baa La La La and I really think you imitated me making the cow sound and the sheep sound once. You haven't done it since, but it's ingrained in my memory; it was so funny.
You said "mama" this month, and I think you know what it means. When someone asks you where mama is, sometimes, often times, you look right at me. Or for me. It's thrilling.
We found the ticklish places in your back this month. And on your side, and on your belly (but we already knew about that one). You giggle like no one has giggled before and we have to restrain ourselves and limit our tickling because we don't want to wear you out. But we could listen to your giggling forever.
Oh, and that itsby bitsy spider? You can't get enough of him. But that little piggy who cried wee wee wee all the way to Megan and Owen's is the most hilarious little piggy on the planet. You also noticed your dragon this month. He was the first thing that we bought for you, before you were even born. Thanks for thinking it's so nifty.
You haven't slept in our bed in forever and I miss you, so sweet, laying next to us. But this weekend you and I napped in the bed, and when you woke up, well, you were completely charming. Cheek all rosy, sporting a waffle-print from my sleeve, neck kind of sweaty from resting on my arm, hair sticking up (yes, you have enough hair for bed-head!). You lifted your head up and looked around so drowsy, with those heavy eyes, we were in our own little sweet sleepy world until you caught a glimpse of the alarm clock. The alarm clock! Black! Shiny! With red numbers! And a cord! It's ELECTRONIC! I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT! I WANT IT I WANT IT! I WANT TO EAT IT! You've never woken up so fast in your life.
Actually, you are usually slow to wake up. Kind of groggy in the morning. Just a little grumpy. But that's ok, because you spend the rest of the day charming the pants off everyone, you little charmer.
You're eight months old and you're more fun every single day. Happy Birthday, Jett. We love you.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Toys
Oooh, shiny. Oooh, metal. Oooh, something that could pinch my fingers. (It hasn't). Must have it. Must taste everything metal in the house. That door stop sticking out from the wall, behind the door? Get ready. You're next.
Puppy
Is it bad if my baby reminds me of a puppy?
He has this little indoor "pool" and he has started to try to lap up the water with his tongue. Except the water is trapped in plastic, but he just keeps bobbing his little face against the plastic, until his little tongue marks are all over it.
He's scooting everywhere now. He pushes up on his hands and knees and rocks back and forth, but when he wants to go somewhere, he swims across the floor, with his little butt in the air. Sometimes he almost swims right out of his pants.
When he wants me to pick him up, he'll scoot across the floor to where ever I am and lay at my feet, bouncing on his belly, with his arms and legs waving in the air. He'll look up at me and just wait there, bouncing, until I bend down and scoop him up. If he was a puppy, his little tail would be wagging.
He has this little indoor "pool" and he has started to try to lap up the water with his tongue. Except the water is trapped in plastic, but he just keeps bobbing his little face against the plastic, until his little tongue marks are all over it.
He's scooting everywhere now. He pushes up on his hands and knees and rocks back and forth, but when he wants to go somewhere, he swims across the floor, with his little butt in the air. Sometimes he almost swims right out of his pants.
When he wants me to pick him up, he'll scoot across the floor to where ever I am and lay at my feet, bouncing on his belly, with his arms and legs waving in the air. He'll look up at me and just wait there, bouncing, until I bend down and scoop him up. If he was a puppy, his little tail would be wagging.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Again with the sleeping
i·ro·ny [ahy-ruh-nee]
an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected.
It would be ironic if after Jett learned to sleep through the night, he caught a cold which plugged up his nose and wouldn't allow him to sleep through the night. It would be ironic if after bragging about Jett's ability to sleep through the night, we were back to middle of the night and wee-hour of the morning nursings.
That would be ironic, and I live in an ironic world.
an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected.
It would be ironic if after Jett learned to sleep through the night, he caught a cold which plugged up his nose and wouldn't allow him to sleep through the night. It would be ironic if after bragging about Jett's ability to sleep through the night, we were back to middle of the night and wee-hour of the morning nursings.
That would be ironic, and I live in an ironic world.
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