... So he doesn't get BAT breath!!
Ha! Ha haaa!
Heh.
There is a fourth tooth poking through.
So when can the kid eat cheeseburgers? Because Mommy could go for a cheeseburger!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
What's New, Pussycat?
Do you remember that comic strip, Cathy? The one where the lady always yelled, "Ack!"? I feel like Cathy. As in, "Ack! This baby is walking!"
Liam took his first steps at the Dallas airport on Thanksgiving day. We weren't sure it was a step, or just a stumble between the seat and Mommy's shoulder. But it is now just a month later (and two days shy of his 9-month birthday) and he is up to 6 careful steps at a time.
It will be nice not to have to carry Liam everywhere, but Mommy could have used a few more months of limited mobility!
We are also up to 3 teeth: the top front left tooth joins the bottom front two and they are now a happy little toothy family.
Daddy just weighed Liam. He is 20.5 pounds, which is odd - he was the same weight 3 months ago. Of course, he is much leaner now - he is 28 inches... 29 inches?... 26? No, that surely can't be right. Kid, stop squirming!
While in El Paso, Liam met his first kitty cats. Now when he sees kitties on youtube or hears us meow first, our baby meows back. Actually it kind of sounds like, "ehhh," in a squeaky kitty cat voice.
He waves with his hand instead of his whole arm.
He drops his toys on the floor and says, "uhh" ("uh-oh").
He is boycotting naps.
He stands by himself and dances to music.
He eats breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and doesn't need Mommy milk every three hours.
He is about to experience his first Christmas.... but he is the best present of all.
Liam took his first steps at the Dallas airport on Thanksgiving day. We weren't sure it was a step, or just a stumble between the seat and Mommy's shoulder. But it is now just a month later (and two days shy of his 9-month birthday) and he is up to 6 careful steps at a time.
It will be nice not to have to carry Liam everywhere, but Mommy could have used a few more months of limited mobility!
We are also up to 3 teeth: the top front left tooth joins the bottom front two and they are now a happy little toothy family.
Daddy just weighed Liam. He is 20.5 pounds, which is odd - he was the same weight 3 months ago. Of course, he is much leaner now - he is 28 inches... 29 inches?... 26? No, that surely can't be right. Kid, stop squirming!
While in El Paso, Liam met his first kitty cats. Now when he sees kitties on youtube or hears us meow first, our baby meows back. Actually it kind of sounds like, "ehhh," in a squeaky kitty cat voice.
He waves with his hand instead of his whole arm.
He drops his toys on the floor and says, "uhh" ("uh-oh").
He is boycotting naps.
He stands by himself and dances to music.
He eats breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and doesn't need Mommy milk every three hours.
He is about to experience his first Christmas.... but he is the best present of all.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Liam Eats Oatmeal and Avocado
Liam is good at eating.
Let me rephrase...
Liam likes eating, but he is not technically proficient at it...
...yet.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Liam's First Snow
Saturday, December 4th, Liam experienced his first snowfall. It's probably time to buy a winter coat or even a snowsuit, huh?
Monday, December 6, 2010
When Babies Fly
Just a quick update on the sleeping project... the "cry-it-out" method has not been as painful as we expected. In fact, Mommy feels her sanity returning! It now takes Liam 15-25 minutes of crying, along with 2 visits from Daddy, before falling asleep.
This is MUCH less stressful for Mommy. Up until now, the bedtime routine included trying to nurse him to sleep, creeping into the nursery and laying him down, only to have him immediately wake up crying.
Lather, rinse, repeat... for the next three hours.
By the end of the night, Mommy would find herself wishing the liquor cabinet were better stocked.
But as wonderful as this new crying routine is, it probably would not have been awesome last week, when we spent 5 nights at a hotel.
Liam's first airplane ride took us to El Paso, TX, for a wedding. Mommy's friend got married and was sweet enough to let her be in the wedding. (Mommy wore make-up! And got a manicure! And looked like a lady!)
It was a nerve-wracking, busy, hectic weekend... and it was so much fun. See?...
This is MUCH less stressful for Mommy. Up until now, the bedtime routine included trying to nurse him to sleep, creeping into the nursery and laying him down, only to have him immediately wake up crying.
Lather, rinse, repeat... for the next three hours.
By the end of the night, Mommy would find herself wishing the liquor cabinet were better stocked.
But as wonderful as this new crying routine is, it probably would not have been awesome last week, when we spent 5 nights at a hotel.
Liam's first airplane ride took us to El Paso, TX, for a wedding. Mommy's friend got married and was sweet enough to let her be in the wedding. (Mommy wore make-up! And got a manicure! And looked like a lady!)
It was a nerve-wracking, busy, hectic weekend... and it was so much fun. See?...
Liam, the jet-setter.
Meeting new friends.
Playing with Caroline (and watching the Packers!).
Helping with the toilet paper.
Who's this handsome baby in the mirror?
Liam, Mommy, and Cathy
Liam, Mommy, and Daddy
Watching the Father-Daughter dance... Good thing he can't climb stairs yet!
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Stiff Drink
It is after midnight. To heck with the third person narrative. I'm too stinkin' tired for it. This baby is turning my hair gray...er.
We screwed up somewhere along the way. Some how we taught the baby that he is in charge of bedtime and no, he doesn't have to fall asleep by himself in his bed. How do you tell a baby it is time to lay down and go to sleep?
This separation anxiety is driving me batty. The only way he stops crying is if I'm holding him. Daddy won't do. If Daddy holds him, he cries and reaches for me until we give in. Still, he won't fall asleep for me... and it is still after midnight.
The Cry-It-Out method seems so cruel to me. It makes my skin crawl to hear him screaming like this. But is selling him to the circus more cruel? Because it is going to come down to one of those two choices.
Anyone know how to get in touch with the circus?
We screwed up somewhere along the way. Some how we taught the baby that he is in charge of bedtime and no, he doesn't have to fall asleep by himself in his bed. How do you tell a baby it is time to lay down and go to sleep?
This separation anxiety is driving me batty. The only way he stops crying is if I'm holding him. Daddy won't do. If Daddy holds him, he cries and reaches for me until we give in. Still, he won't fall asleep for me... and it is still after midnight.
The Cry-It-Out method seems so cruel to me. It makes my skin crawl to hear him screaming like this. But is selling him to the circus more cruel? Because it is going to come down to one of those two choices.
Anyone know how to get in touch with the circus?
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