A year ago today, I was working a Day Shift and felt funny. Went home, did some stuff, then spent three hours driving around town to find a specific toy.
I had been eyeballing this stuffed giraffe for years, but Hubs always said I could have it when we had a baby.
Well guess what? We're having a baby! I bought my giraffe.
A screen cap from the video being taken when
we told our parents on Thanksgiving last year.
I'ts been a long 12 months since November 6, 2014. A lot has changed - my body, our family, even our house (more to come on this one day)!
Don't mind the repeat dress in the middle. In my defense,
the pictures were taken 5 weeks apart. I swear I didn't just
wear that dress allllllll the time. Just most of the time.
Babycakes at 1 day, 1 month, 2 months,
3 months, and 4 months.
Now that he's about 4.5 months old, let's do a quick update.
Babykins has decided that he like road trips as long as the car is moving at a reasonable speed, and there are no slow spots. He hates traffic, much like the rest of the world. He's been to Atlanta twice (once for a Braves v Yankees game and once for a two-night concert he did not attend), Tuscaloosa once (nephew's birthday), and Destin (annual beach trip).
At 2 months, he started day care and thankfully, he's still loving it. His teachers, Miss Pam and Miss Tasha, love him. They still say he's so happy and never makes a peep unless he's wet or hungry. I still would like to meet the kid they're talking about, because it's not the one I take home! Though, he is better. The first few weeks of day care, when I would pick him up, he would just scream. Scream until he finally passed out. It was miserable. I was miserable. Hubs was miserable. Life was miserable. Now, when we get home, we play on the floor (tummy time and activity mats, sometimes in his bouncer singing Winnie the Pooh or our own song, "Clappy Feet."), laugh and giggle, and practice sitting up and standing. He tells me about his day in Goo's and Ga's, Doo's and Da's. I copy him. We make faces at each other. It's fun. Then we have first dinner (nursing), and then some purees. Typically after his purees, it's time for his HMT- or Hold Me Time. This occurs nightly around 630. He wants nothing but to be held. Even being played with actively on the floor is not good enough.
He likes bath time now. He's still not sure of the whole getting-out-of-the-tub thing, but he enjoys gnawing on his foam H (I've given him the U, G, and O also, but the H is his favorite). He enjoys the warm water. Soon, I think he'll enjoy splashing. I'll enjoy it too. I always loved bath time growing up- splashing and pouring water from one container to another, bubbles, soaps. So fun.
At 3.5 months old, Babycakes enjoyed his first trip to the beach! As small as he was, he was pretty cold for a large portion of this summer-turned-fall trip, so he never actually got into the salt water. He did go down to the beach and laid on a blanket in the sand. In the shade. In his non-beach clothes. Once. (Mom fail.) But he did have a fun time splashing and swimming in the pimped out private pool at the beach house.
Daddy lovin'.
"Oh my gosh these things at the end of my flappers taste so
good. Normally they taste like old slobber, but today they
taste like old slobber AND CHLORINE!"
What you see here is a baby who is about to be unhappy. So we dried
off, got cleaned up in the bath, and took a nap:
He started eating "solids" a few days after his 4 month birthday. His first food, suggested by his pediatrician, was oatmeal. He did not approve:
We cleaned him up and Daddy turned him into a little Amish girl:
Poor kid can't catch a break.
After a few days, we introduced a carrot puree, and it went over much more smoothly:
As an aside, Tiny Human DOES like oatmeal, carrots and green beans. He likes oatmeal+carrots, and oatmeal+green beans, but if you give him green beans+carrots, you may as well be dead to him. Also, that combination is pretty unappealing to the eye. Tonight, we try sweet potato!
As for milestones, this kid is trying to sit. And stand. And crawl.
If he had his way, I'm sure he'd skip sitting altogether and go straight to standing and running. He likes heights, spinning, and "flying." I'm pretty sure he's going to be like me, in a lot of ways. (So far, he's showing signs of being left-handed despite Daddy's attempts to stop it, he like motion, as opposed to Daddy's extreme motion sickness, and he likes heights. Hopefully these qualities stay so in a few years, I'll have a new rollercoaster buddy.)
His first Halloween was kind of a bust because we moved from Chateau Perrin to the New Unnamed House. Picture anyway:
Our last official family picture at Babycakes' first home.
One year ago today we found out about our Baby Brownie, and this weekend, at 4.5 months old, he gets baptized. I'm so grateful for the lives we've built.
