tiger baby

10 down, 3386 to go.

We've all made it 10 months! Victory fist pump. This sweet little montage was from a sweet little encounter with a child not wanting to eat, but "feed himself" aka smoosh gooey stuff on every available body part. This kid has sauce. I love it and hate it. It's great for entertainment and funny faces, not so great when it comes to nap time. Jameson has a set of pipes and unfortunately our upstairs neighbors know FAR too well. I'm sorry, but I'm not.

Our set of tricks include: clapping, standing, crazy head, some African tongue clicking thing, waving, and buzzing lips. I'm sure most or all of these are irrelevant to outsiders, but each one brings me joy. He also crawls across the room with great speed and ease.

We've been doing our BabySigns for a few months now, especially when eating. And there's no reciprocation...zip, zilch, nada. Oh well, verbal words will come eventually. But overall we've got a decent routine, bouts of crabbiness, and a generally well dispositioned child.

happy saturday.

I know YOU hope to wake up to this every Saturday before 7am...

A couple of notes:
a: no that's not chocolate on his face.
b: the obvious culprit is the diaper on the floor, not on the child.
c: this child must have some swine genes because I've never seen him happier.
d: i win marital accolades for not waking matt up to help.

This and that.

I don't ever have enough coherent, collected thoughts to compose a complete post, beginning to end. Sorry folks. On the upside, I am now regularly getting 6-7 hours straight of sleep! Unfortunately I think my body has adjusted and I still wake exhausted. After many months of frustration and coma-like states during daytime hours, I resorted to letting Jameson cry out his 5am feeding for a few nights. But we arrived, and I couldn't be happier. So for all of you who care, our current sleep schedule is 7-11p, feeding, then 11-7ish. He seems more well rested, not tired immediately after waking up, so I think it's good.

The first morning I walked in to find him sitting up...I knew it was the beginning of the end.


We made a trip up north to the Baltimore/DC area and were able to have a great time with Matt's parents and some oldie but goodie friends. We met J's future BFF Whitaker Lee who showed us up by atleast 10+ pounds. It's surreal to watch a best friend walk with you through the different phases of life from a college girl in the dorm to young adults rubbing pennies with degrees to our children taking baths together. I am blessed, love you Jac.

Some more BFFs on a wonderful Sunday morning in Capital Hill. I miss these people almost as much as I miss pedestrian cities.

One of those people put me on the top 3 references for government security clearance. I was honored. That's friend love. He's also suspicious with a beard, but apparently they didn't care.

My old roommate Dana came to visit, and got some QT with Jameson. This was the one who was congratulated at my first prenatal visit sans Matt. :) Story cracks me up every time.

And last but not least, Jameson busts a fun little move called The Snake that comes out in VERY good moods, and very bad ones too. Never in the middle though.



Upcoming trips: Girlfriends and weddings in Nashville, Brother Jon's graduation in St. Louis (20 car hours!!!), and baby-free weekend for Em's wedding in Louisana, and West Coast trip to my old life. My excitement is ever growing!

disclaimer: may be boring to non-grandparents

here's a couple of videos of our little man. yes, i like to and will continue to try to teach him tricks.



Another one of him enjoying the bouncer. He's never this quiet...

dada wins.

Looks can be deceiving.

What's in that bottle?




Lima beans, rat poison, diaper doo? Nope, just apple juice. Dr. Whatshername (in a pediatric "group" you request doctors, but never get them) said we can start him with apple juice and rice cereal. I'm not sure if it's denial that he's growing up, or just that we've FINALLY come to a equilibrium with the nursing (ie: stays latched, goes for more than 5 minutes, etc.) that makes me hesitant to change anything.

He's on his way to being immunized. Per Dr. NurseMom's advice we're spacing out the immunizations, doing them one at a time to gauge any negative reactions. I feel like a hippynut every time I have to explain it, but Dr. Whatshername said as long as he's getting the shots in anyway shape or form, she's happy. He generally runs a small fever and is cranky that day, but we survive. Last stop was meningitis because, "with that outbreak in Minnesota you just never know...". I can tell you that between our living room, the Winn Dixie behind us, and the third floor of the cafe where I work, that I KNOW minnesotaian meningitis isn't hiding behind any corners. That's the beauty of still being carless...you can't risk life-threatening diseases in foreign places like Target, Barnes & Noble and TJMaxx (tear).

things your children will regret...

no, it was a gift. no, i don't think they'll ever see this. and no, it has been used its first and last time. or atleast until i need another pick me up...

26 is the (unofficial) number

From this...
To this...
Matt and I unofficially measured J (via the measuring tape from matt's tool kit) at 26 inches today (from 20.5 at birth). Yes, the jailhouse PJs are for reference. Granted that Whitaker takes the beefeater award, but maybe it's just because I'm a new mom, or maybe we're just growing a basketball player (Matt would prefer volleyball)...but we've got a weed. Half the world tells me J is puny, the other half tells me he's a giant. Matt says that means he's average. Either way, he's a great time. He sat up for the first time the other night on his own...we were sitting there at work, J was in a tv trance, and I look over and he's just sitting up on his own. It's somewhat surreal watching this creature learning life.

Warning cheesy mom moment: Sometimes I'll just hold him after he's asleep and just kinda sit in awe. It amazes me that his mere existence gives me joy. I put that into the greater scope of how my mom looks at me, even God, and it blows my mind that they just enjoy me for being alive. Sans the black bleach-splattered sweatpants, grouchy mornings, and primarily unkempt hair...it's turning out to be a good thing, this motherhood bit.

Happy 4 Months(ish)!

My little man is 4 months old, crazy! My family has caught onto calling him babyman because he is anything but baby. You can't cradle him, and all he wants to do is stand. He seems frustrated that his body won't cooperate with his will to run and jump. He is a good time, and makes me smile constantly between the hours of 9am and 12am (not so much inbetween). This motherhood thing has grown on me. I think part of it is time, part God, and part the goodness of children.This picture makes me laugh. Carrie did it. Sorry J.

Aunt Carrie (aka Tia Caria because Jameson speaks spanish in my world) seems to have taught him to meow one night... http://www.facebook.com/p.php?i=55700127&k=62M2656YSYVM5FD1YJ5XX4

A review of our holiday...
Christmas in Jackson, TN with the Mackey fam. I survived my first Christmas as an in-law. Babies don't take vacations, so sleeping in wasn't involved with mine. Luckily this side of the family is nice enough to take him when they wake and give me a little more zzz time (the Bogdanoff's are less kind sleepyheads). Home for one day and then off to CA...which I'll make another post.