Thursday, October 31, 2013

Not much time to post, but here are some pictures

 Our very very brave boy.  James had to go to the doctor for some shots recently and he was so stinkin' brave!  He looked right up into my tearful eyes and cried for about two seconds and a soon as the jab was over he was right back to his happy self.

 Take that immunizations!

In other news, we bought a house!  My pet allergy has made for a slow move in (ripped up carpets, squeegeed every wall, baby wipes along every surface.)  We've learned a ton about painting, what to do and what not to do.  Before and after pictures pending. 

James "helped."

After several failed attempts at feeding James solid food (he pursed his lips so hard I couldn't even see them) he has embraced bananas and oatmeal.  

whoops missed your mouth there champ. 

This is just after the new carpet was installed.
I set James down over by the fireplace and he ended up over here.  Mostly wiggling, some rolling.

Toes are for eating

James usually gets up at 6ish, so i go get him from his room we eat breakfast, play for a bit, and then somehow or another this happens

Friday, October 4, 2013

"The Internet" Doesn't Know Anything About Babies

I don't know how many times I'll have to learn this lesson.  Apart from the basics "don't leave your baby alone in the car" and "hugs and kisses are good"  there are very few things that are universally agreed upon for kiddos.  Yet for some reason I keep looking for the baby handbook online and getting overwhelmed.  Baby's are getting potty trained, swimming lessons, sleep trained, solid food, sensory play, emotion coaching, and phonics and it feels like James and I are sitting here drooling together and chewing on paper cups that might be giving us cancer.


I'm usually pretty good at following my instincts and the spirit, but sometimes I get to wondering if I'm doing things right and start googling what is "normal."

So here is a reminder to myself and anyone else who needs to hear it.

Every baby is totally different.  Every mommy is totally different.

The most important guide is the spirit.  The best way to have the spirit is to read scriptures, say prayers, and take showers.  (The shower part means take care of your physical body so I can be patient, feel cute, and be clean.)  Balance is hard, but if I must err, let it be on the side of extra prayer time.  There is so much to learn, but I don't have to know everything all at once.  Sometimes I just need to leave the crying baby in a safe place and play the piano really loud for a few minutes while I breathe.

We are both very loved.


Thursday, October 3, 2013

Reflecting: Five Months of Motherhood

James has opinions.

He likes to be rocked, but not held.  He tolerates being held for the sake of being rocked or walked, but if we are just hanging out and the scenery isn't changing it isn't worth it.

He likes monkey and his plastic orange ring the best.  Oh, and anything crinkly.  

He is in a tricky stage where he has discovered the world, but can't get to it.  He is going to LOVE being able to crawl.

I can count on one hand the number of times he has "cuddled" or rested his head on my shoulder while I was holding him.  Even before he could hold his head up he would arch his back so he could see the world rather than rest on me.

Sometimes he has bad dreams.  I wonder what they are about because nothing in the daytime can make him cry as hard as those nightmares.

Bath time is the BEST.  I think he would just live in the tub if we let him.  Last night we transported our dinner conversation to the bathroom because James was being a crab and we knew he would be happy if we plopped him in the water and started his bedtime routine.  Sure enough, he went from fussy wiggles to kicking and raspberries.

He is getting kinda grabby.  Yesterday he snatched a handful of beans from my taco soup on the sly and I only just nabbed them before he had a mouth full of spicy.  Bless him.

Every day is different.

Tuesday I had an earful to vent to Austin about when he came home and yesterday motherhood was breezy and sweet.  I guess that is just how it goes.