Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
9 Months!
1 year ago, Calvin looked like this...
He moves so fast, it is nearly impossible to get a picture of him. (Reminder to self to use burst setting on camera). Forget about sitting in the chair. I was lucky to get these shots between looking to see what is under the chair and eating the orange monster.
Stats:
Weight: I think he is still around 22 lbs. His 9 month check up got pushed back to next week due to the start of school, so I will get accurate numbers then. His growth has really tapered off, as it is suppose to after 6-7 months, but his head is still growing. I had to scrounge up a new sunhat on the sale racks because the one we started summer with is way too small.
Favorite games: Banging cups, where is the kitty and swimming
New tricks: Clapping handsTeeth: 2 - both bottom and the top ones are trying hard to come in, but nothing yet.
New foods: black beans, chili (very mild), blueberries*, strawberries,
and here is my baby in action...
Monday, August 27, 2012
Calvin does Baltimore
The month is almost over and Calvin is almost 9 months old. We've had a lot of adventures in the past two weeks with a trip out of town to visit family and other family members coming here to visit us. This will have to be a two-parter.
Mid-month we got back on a plane and headed to Baltimore to show off Calvin and celebrate my mother's birthday. Traveling with Calvin is no picnic these days. He's tired and won't nap. He's difficult to entertain and wants to do everything (in 1 minute intervals - that's a lot of baby entertaining in a 3 hours flight)
We had a great time with the family:
Day 1: Rehoboth Beach
Day 2 and 3 we hung out with the family and had a party for mom. I don't know why but I don't have any pictures. Let's just say I was too busy living life to document it. Let's just pretend these two pics are from those days.
Day 4: Annapolis and a boat ride
So that's our little vacay in a nutshell. The trip home with Calvin was much worse than the trip out. Not that he was "bad", just very tired. One very tired baby who refuses to sleep = two exhausted parents. Chris and I are possibly re-thinking a trip to Hawaii with a lap child.
Mid-month we got back on a plane and headed to Baltimore to show off Calvin and celebrate my mother's birthday. Traveling with Calvin is no picnic these days. He's tired and won't nap. He's difficult to entertain and wants to do everything (in 1 minute intervals - that's a lot of baby entertaining in a 3 hours flight)
We had a great time with the family:
Day 1: Rehoboth Beach
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| Sand! YumYum |
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| Tori is so much FUN! |
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| This food pouch tastes funny |
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| morning nap with Granna |
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| Uncle Tim!! |
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| Calvin no likey loud noises (boat horn) |
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| We're on a MFin boat |
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| Arrr, Matey |
Monday, August 13, 2012
Calvin in pictures
Two posts without baby pictures. WHAT?! Who cares about my hair or my troubles, bring on the baby!
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| nice kitty |
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| me like cookie! |
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| this is my celery |
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Food Fight
I can do it myself!
No, no you can't.
One of my favorite activities of the day, feeding Calvin, has turned into a battle of wills. Calvin wants the spoon! If he sees the spoon - and how do you feed him without him seeing it - he grabs for it, screams and doesn't stop until he wins.
The only thing that will keep this argument from happening is to feed him finger foods: bananas, sweet potatoes, eggs, puffs. He is perfectly happy as long as he is feeding himself, but that isn't always possible and I only have a small repertoire of appropriate foods, as you can see from the list above.
My question for you is how do I feed a baby who is intent on rushing into toddlerhood without fighting over utensils?
No, no you can't.
One of my favorite activities of the day, feeding Calvin, has turned into a battle of wills. Calvin wants the spoon! If he sees the spoon - and how do you feed him without him seeing it - he grabs for it, screams and doesn't stop until he wins.
The only thing that will keep this argument from happening is to feed him finger foods: bananas, sweet potatoes, eggs, puffs. He is perfectly happy as long as he is feeding himself, but that isn't always possible and I only have a small repertoire of appropriate foods, as you can see from the list above.
My question for you is how do I feed a baby who is intent on rushing into toddlerhood without fighting over utensils?
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Mom hair
I have a pretty horrible case of mom hair. Straggly, dry, broken, limp and up in a messy twist 90% of the time. In all fairness, it's not really my hair's fault. I leave the house without giving it a second thought.
Just yesterday, I was running out the door to a co-working/child care place. A what?! Never mind. It was a public place. A place where I would see other people. Women people. Professional, women people. I was on my way our the door with baby in arms, when I looked down at what I was wearing and thought, "Well, at least I brushed my teeth." Not only were my clothes barely acceptable, I had no make up on and hadn't brushed my hair. It was in the same messy ponytail I whipped up to go from my bed to Calvin's. Seriously, this is how bad it has gotten.
I now have an understanding of all those woman I see at the grocery store in clothes I deemed inappropriate to clean the house in. I understand and am sorry I judged you. I am inappropriate to be in my own presence most of the time.
I fantasize about a fabulous hair-do that requires no effort. The kind of hair that makes up for the fact that I don't have make-up on and there is squash on my shirt. That magical hair is out there somewhere.
maybe something like this...
Just yesterday, I was running out the door to a co-working/child care place. A what?! Never mind. It was a public place. A place where I would see other people. Women people. Professional, women people. I was on my way our the door with baby in arms, when I looked down at what I was wearing and thought, "Well, at least I brushed my teeth." Not only were my clothes barely acceptable, I had no make up on and hadn't brushed my hair. It was in the same messy ponytail I whipped up to go from my bed to Calvin's. Seriously, this is how bad it has gotten.
I now have an understanding of all those woman I see at the grocery store in clothes I deemed inappropriate to clean the house in. I understand and am sorry I judged you. I am inappropriate to be in my own presence most of the time.
I fantasize about a fabulous hair-do that requires no effort. The kind of hair that makes up for the fact that I don't have make-up on and there is squash on my shirt. That magical hair is out there somewhere.
maybe something like this...
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