Monday, June 30, 2014

James Benjamin - 9 Months Old!

James Benjamin is NINE MONTHS OLD!

(And has no interest in laying down for pictures.)


This little guy is on the move.  At the beginning of the month, JB was still rocking back and forth and rolling around.  As we wondered, "will he ever crawl?", he suddenly took off and hasn't slowed down since.  Two days after he started crawling, he crawled over to the couch and pulled up to a standing position. As I looked at him with my mouth dropped open, he let go with one hand and stood there like, "What?  Is this supposed to be hard or something?"  By the next day, he was raising his little leg up on the stairs, demonstrating his new climbing skills.  AAACK!  

For the most part, the new mobility is a lot of fun.  He likes to "chase" (us, the kitties, Enda), explore, climb all over Dad, and stand up/drop down/stand up/drop down all day long.  On the other hand, he's had several bumps and bruises.  I wish we could bubble wrap his noggin - is that possible?  Diaper and wardrobe changes are a struggle (he's so strong!!)  We've finally put him in the big bath tub without any props, and he loves to roam around and play. This leads to me saying "please sit down on your bottom" about 20 times each bath.   Mama's nerves are fried.  :)

It's amazing how much older he looks now that he's mobile.  His face looks older, too, as he starts to imitate and garner attention (fake coughs, pats his mouth with his hand to make funny noises, "talks", plays "peekaboo", waves, etc).  His two little teeth are very prominent and make the cutest grin.  I could seriously just eat him up…if he would stay still long enough for me to do it!

Actually, in the few moments that he lets us hold him, he has started to cuddle.  He'll lay his head on my shoulder, bury his face into my neck, bite our noses (is that a kiss?), reach with his little arms for a pick up.  Be still my heart….


Whew, now that I've wiped a tear from my eye, here we go - his nine month stats!

JB's Measurements:
  • Weight: 17 lbs 8 oz (20th percentile)
  • Height: 27 3/4 inches (25th percentile)





























At 9 Months Old, JB...

…Eats 4 liquid meals a day, and 3 solid meals a day. He's still on a 4-hour nursing/bottle schedule, and eats more and more real foods (as long as it's blended).  He'll tolerate chunky solids, but (other than Puffs) has zero interest in finger foods. New favorite foods this month: a spinach, sweet potato and onion combo; mashed avocado and banana combo; puffs; YOGURT.  (Is it possible to overdose on probiotics?  I think JB would eat yogurt every meal, every day.)

…Sleeps through the night.  I finally feel confident saying that, after nearly a month of zero middle-of-the night feedings.  There are still some fitful nights of whining / talking / crib crawling, but nothing that led to backsliding in the sleep department.  Napping has been somewhat confusing this month, as JB is trying to drop his third nap (but really still needs it to avoid a complete meltdown by 6PM.)

...Wears 6 month, 6-9 month,  6-12 month, and 9 month clothes. He's all over the place depending on brand.  He is still in size 3 diapers, when we can wrestle one on him.

…Loves danger (just kidding - but it seems that way!); chewing on anything he can get his hands on; his taggie and his monster; paper; dropping things/knocking things over; moving and standing.

…Does not like wasting 30 seconds of his newfound mobility to put on a new diaper or clothes.

...Has mixed emotions about going out to eat.  Sometimes a restaurant can provide great people watching (and JB will hang over his high chair and stare at the neighboring table for the entire meal - it's funny/awkward).  Sometimes he gets SO MAD that Mama won't let him down on the dirty floor.  We've gotten good at eating very quickly.

Month 9 Milestones:
  • Crawled
  • Pull Up to Standing
  • First Flight (to Texas!)
  • First Fever (102.2 for 1 day, but it was still scary)
  • Waved!  
Where to next?
Month Nine -  and he's off!  JB is moving so much (and moving so close to that one year mark…) 

iPhone Photos



Previous Updates on JB:

Thursday, June 26, 2014

#tbt (like waaaaaay back)

Here's some Throwback Thursday action for you, plus - a real treat - an attempt to recreate the tbt pic (brought to you by a woman who refuses to discard ANYTHING: my sweet Mother.)

When we visited Texas a few weekends ago, JB used my old wooden high chair (which severely lacked any type of strap or harness or any general safety feature, how did we survive?)  This led to me looking for pictures of me in this same high chair.  And that led to this:


Little 8 month old Jennie Beth.  

As we decided to snap a picture of JB in the high chair for comparison, my Mother exclaims, "OH, I still have that outfit!"   WHAT???  Yes, friends, 30++ years later, my mother was able to bring out this little romper from this very picture.  (She also believes this pillow is packed away, even though we no longer have the couch.  My grandparents brought the fabric back from Japan, so this is a somewhat acceptable excuse for hoarding.)

We got JB into the outfit, tried to set up the picture best we could, and took a shot.  Here you go:


Little 8 month old James Benjamin.  

Yes, I know, I know, we are IDENTICAL TWINS.  (Joking, I realize he doesn't favor me at all in this picture.  Well, or in most pictures.)


If you had fun with these comparisons, then hold onto your britches when I tell you this:  my Mother wasn't the only one who saved pictures and outfits.  Ms. Leron did the same thing.  Look out for another #tbt / comparison post with the boys, coming soon!


Monday, June 23, 2014

You've Got to Have Friends

We have lots of good friends here in Georgia.  (Actually, we have lots of great friends all over the country, but a good group of buddies also reside here in the ATL.)  We went into the weekend without any planned activities, but ended up seeing lots of people!  Yea for impromptu gathering (that includes good food.)

Brian and Carl came by on Saturday, and we managed to get some burgers on the grill in time for lunch. Cousin Katelyn joined us, too!  JB enjoyed so much attention all afternoon. He's really into funny faces/sounds right now, and this group was happy to oblige.




Enda was also thrilled one of her best labradoodle friends, Hudson, came to play.  There would be 10 minutes of frantic chasing and running, followed by Hudson collapsing at the water bowl and Enda returning to her perch to obsess over the bees in the hostas.



Our neighbors sent out a text later to let us know they were making margaritas and tacos for supper.  And these guys don't mess around - margaritas from scratch, tacos from scratch, and homemade tortillas (from Pappasitos, but - holy guacamole - were they good.) JB had fun trying out all their baby's toys, and playing with his friends Everett and Clementine.

Yea for Tacos!
Guy talk



On Sunday we headed to church. When we asked "did JB cry", the sweet nursery worker, Ms. Joyce, replied "well…not the whole time…"  That's success, right??  Afterwards we went to Costco just in time for samples.  In the afternoon, we decided to crash our friends' Sunday by heading over their way.  We had a great time, just catching up and letting the kiddos play.


It's amazing how other people's toys are so fascinating for JB.  He has baskets full of toys at home, but what does he want to play with at our house?  Anything else he can find (and if it's dangerous, a definite bonus.)



Little Reagan was so sweet with JB, even when he tried to grab her hair, nose, or whatever he could get his little hands on.



Just another shot of the cute kiddos to add to the collection.  I love to see how these friends are growing up together, just like their  daddies.  :)


Friends definitely make the weekends sweeter and more fun.  So thankful for them!

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

JB's Texas Weekend

After a really great weekend, we are back home from Texas.  We survived the flights (although not without a little bit of stress and drama because someone is not content sitting in a seat for more than 2 minutes.)  We survived JB's first fever and illness (he's following his Mama's tradition of getting sick when away from home). And, both JB and I enjoyed days of hugs, kisses, cuddles, and being taken care of.

My boys don't usually write on my blog, but today I want JB to give an update. I asked him about the highlights from his recent Texas trip, and here is what he said:

1. Playing with my Gran Gran:  My Gran Gran has really scruffy whiskers, and I love to tug and pull on them.  He also makes a lot of funny sounds.  Even when I was intent to be a grumpy pants, Gran Gran could trick me and make me laugh.   I was sad to not see my Dad on Father's Day, but glad I got to see my Grand.  



Give me those whiskers!



2. Cuddling with Grammy: Something happened, y'all, for the first time ever.  I got sick.  I had a fever, Mama took my temperature waaaaaaay too many times, I got Tylenol (which is tasty), and I threw up my solids all day.   Fortunately, my Grammy was there to save the day (because Mama was pretty freaked out, especially by the temperature-taking part.)  Grammy held me as much as I wanted - which was a lot - and by the next day I was all better!

Cuddles with Grammy



3. Watching Mama Eat Good Food:  WAIT, this was not a highlight of my trip!  Quit writing that, Mama, this is not your post! This was one of my least favorite parts - watching all the big people eat Poppa Rollo's pizza and brisket and beef tenderloin and ribs and potato salad, right in front of me.   (The only good part of this was getting to see the big people, like my Uncle Kelly, Uncle Marty, and Auntie Shawntel.  I did enjoy that part.)  


4. Trying New Things: Now, some of the adults, like Grammy and Gran Gran, are nice and let me try what they are eating and drinking (despite Mama's objections).  I was reacquainted with iced tea.  I might take a sippy cup if it was filled with peach ice tea.  I was only so-so on the Pho noodles (they were too hard to get off my fingers and into my mouth.)  

"what, it won't hurt him!!"

Um, I'm not eating that.
5. KITTIES!  Grammy and Gran Gran have two kitties, and one is friendly like my kitties at home.  Charlie let me pet her and pull her ears and "love" on her all weekend long.  (And, I believe in "tough love", y'all, so you know she was a patient kitty…)

The kitty says "MEOW"
6. Swinging with Mama:   I wish we had a swing at our house.  Someone needs to buy me a swing <cough, cough, DAD>, because I looooooove to sway back and forth and let the wind blow my hair.  I particularly enjoy when someone is there to try and grab my feet (but I'm quick and don't let them!)    




So, there you have JB's highlights from the weekend.  And mine, too.  I loved spending the time with my family, even if we never left the house and hung out (well, and ate - we did a lot of that) all day long!



Sunday, June 15, 2014

Happy (First) Father's Day!

Wishing this special guy nothing but the best on his first Father's Day.


Not surprisingly, James has been a wonderful dad from the very moment that JB was born.  He's always been someone who takes cares of others, and the role of a father - the ultimate in responsibility and unconditional love - is one that James was made for.  It's been such a sweet blessing to watch him with our son, and (while I want time to slow down, please!) I can't wait to see the relationship that grows between these two.  

XOXO

XOXO. 

Friday, June 13, 2014

First Flight in the Books!

Well, something for the baby book - JB's first flight!

I don't know if that's actually a milestone to record in the baby book, but when you're the child of consultants and your mother's entire family is 800 miles away, flying is sort of a big deal.  This will be the first of many, I am sure.  Good news - he actually did great!

I booked this trip back home months ago, thinking James's travel might align where he could meet us.  Unfortunately, that did not work out - meaning JB and I were on our own to take on the big, scary, Atlanta Hartsfield Jackson airport.  Lord have mercy...

Truthfully, I feel we did pretty good.  I managed to get my massive bag checked while JB hung out in his infant seat/snap-n-go.  As we wheeled over to the TSA pre-check line I thought "I've got this".  When everyone in line started eyeing me cautiously and asking "do you need help?", I confidently repeated to them "I've got this".  Proving how much I had it together, I quickly unsnapped JB from the carrier to put him into the k'tan...then totally blanked on how to wrap the k'tan!! PANIC SET IN!!! I mean, I have only wrapped this thing 9,000 times since his birth.  Why couldn't I remember how to do it?! After several minutes of cussing and sweating and jimmying JB into that thing, we finally got up to the front of the line and (thank God) he managed to stay secure (even though I am 90% sure I didn't have it tied right).  I got everything on the belt one handed, fake laughed at the TSA agent who told me I had to put JB in the belt (haha, so not funny, can't you see that I am freaking out?!), and managed to walk through without setting anything off. I was then chosen "at random" for the additional explosives screening, so all my baby crap held up the belt while they swiped my hands and confirmed that I had not built a bomb recently.  

After getting through security, I suddenly recalled how to wrap the k'tan, re-secured JB, and then headed to my gate.  JB talked to everyone in the crowded train, pulled lots of people's hair, and reached out and grabbed one lady's boob (no joke, it was pretty embarrassing.)  It was dinner time once we got to the gate, so I calmly pulled out some pouches while JB launched into full blown "FEED ME RIGHT NOW" mode.  He ate TWO full pouches, including a carrot/broccoli combo that smelled really terrible (and proved to be an unwise choice later on in this story).  

Obviously not full
After chowing down a sandwich, I found the family bathroom to do a quick diaper change and get JB into some PJs.  JB met a new friend named, coincidentally, JB...

Who are you, new friend?!
Boarding was uneventful, and JB had fun exploring the seat and looking out the window.  I got upgraded to First, proving Delta does still love me after my lackluster loyalty last year, and was happy to find it empty, minus another baby behind us.  (My plan was to nurse on take off, but since JB despises the nursing cover l was now opting to ditch it.) While JB was playing I noticed that terrible carrot/broccoli smell again...only to realize he had spit it up ALL over himself (and the seat).  Sooooo gross. Yuck.  

Sophs
Right before take off, the pilot came out and said we had to rearrange because our weight was off (doesn't that make you feel good?).  They bumped all the military men and women up to First, which I TOTALLY supported even though it now meant I had some (very nice) 18 year old guy in fatigues sitting beside me.  I fretfully pulled out my nursing cover and prepared for the worst.  JB was going from smiley to verge of a meltdown as we approached both take off time and bed time, and once he started wailing I clumsily tried to get him under the cover.  He was having NONE OF IT, and thrashed about until I finally gave up. I pulled out my emergency back up bottle, and he took it peacefully and fell fast asleep.  Success.  :)

Yea!
Double Yea!

Every time they would make an announcement, JB would wake up and cry for a few seconds. Other than that, he did so great! (And by great I mean he was conked out in my arms.)

Until he wasn't.

As were approaching Killeen, I looked down and saw this.


This, my friends, can only be described as the face of delirium. It took me a while to figure out if he was actually conscious or not. This little guy obviously interpreted the 1.5 hours as a nap, and was up and ready to go.  All was well until we started circling...but thank goodness I was ready with the nursing cover and snack.

We landed to a series of "Tornado Warning - Take Cover" alerts on our phones, and they would not extend the jetway to us out of concern for the gate agents.  I let my Mother know, half expecting her to break through security to operate the gate herself.  I let JB play on the floor, as he was completely bored of the seat.

Don't judge….

Fortunately, the storm blew over and we got off the plane. I was bit by Mosquitos in the jetway (welcome to the Great State), and it was also 9,000 degrees at 845pm.  But we didn't care!! 

We made it!
So I can't complain too much about the first flight with the little guy - and even a bad flight is worth it when it means waking up in Texas.  :)