The Baby's First Word

1 Year Pictures

Although The Baby is not quite one, I had some pictures taken in his big brother's tuxedo. Chicken wore it to his first birthday party 12 1/2 years ago!

Remember the last post on The Baby's sleep? That night he slept from 8:00pm to 5:30am. The very first night he has slept through in his life. And of course, he has yet to repeat it. *sigh*

Oh Hai!

Between my new phone and the holidays I have neglected my poor blog! I have a few updates:

The Baby is not yet walking but spends a lot of his time cruising by holding onto anything that will support him and some things that won't.

I was wrong about The Baby's first word. He hasn't repeated bird much (at all?) but has said Dude many times. Dude is my cat's name, and to The Baby, Dude is what you call cats. And the fish at the pediatrician's office today. Sometimes it is pronounced "Doo" but each day it sounds more like Dude. I am very amused by it. Maybe Dude means animals or pets to him?

I am not very amused by The Baby's desire to wake up every 1 to 3 hours all night every night to nurse at the ripe old age of almost 1 year. So we have started sleep training, otherwise known as "Mommy is going to lose her mind if she cannot start sleeping in at least 4 hour increments." Luckily for him, The Baby is very cute and wonderful during the day. Otherwise I would post him on Craig's List.

I'm betting that you would like to see some pictures, right? First up is The Baby taking a bath on Christmas day. You know how sometimes when you look at a young person (or their picture) and you can see the boy or man that they will someday become? This picture does that for me. Plus, check out his top two teeth!

The Daddy and his baby on Christmas day:

Now that the holidays are over and I have a brand new camera, I hope to post more pictures for everyone! For those of you that know me in real life keep February 13, 2010 available and check your mailbox (snail mail) next week! Or send me an email telling me that I'm a moron and I forgot you!

Teething and Outing

On Friday, December 4th Egg cut his top right tooth amidst a flurry of snot and angst. This is Egg's first experience with a miserably runny nose, and I can say that nursing a baby with a yucky nose is not on my top ten favorite things to do. We've tried feeding him more cereal (baby oatmeal mixed with breast milk) because it is easier to eat with a stuffy nose, but he is preferring milk from the source still.

Benadryl is helping dry up the yuck and he is finally sleeping better than he has since the first top tooth started to come into the world. Babies only need four teeth, right? Because I'm not sure I want to go through the next set of teeth. At least not until I catch up on some sleep.

We went to the Hotel del Coronado on December 2nd. We went with my mother, two of her friends, Chicken and his best friend to enjoy the lighting of the Christmas tree. There was Santa, hot cocoa, watching ice skating, a very tasty dinner, and fireworks. The Baby was fascinated by the fireworks but a little scared by the noise. He really loves being out with people and showed off his fabulous temperament throughout the evening. Yes, I am a proud mama.

Ten Months Old, (Two Days Late)

We have a top tooth today! The left middle one to be exact. Please oh please let him sleep better now. The Baby has been waking up every 1.5 hours throughout the night for what seems like forever but is probably just a week or two. His attitude during the day is great but the nights are miserable for everyone. We also have a baby that can quickly crawl on hands and knees. He is unstoppable! He weighs 21.5 pounds and is an unknown height, likely less than three feet but who is going to hold him down and measure him? Not me!

He ferociously hates diaper changes and really dislikes getting dressed. Bath time is awesome, as is tormenting cats and tenderly petting Buttercup the baby chick. We call it tenderly but sometimes Buttercup loses a few feathers. She doesn't mind, and will stand still for him to pet her. The relationships between Muffin (Chicken's kitten, one month younger than The Baby), The Baby, and Buttercup are hilarious. Muffin has learned that Buttercup is now bigger and rather scary when she decides to give chase but she still really wants to eat her. We decided that a group photo shoot was the only way to illustrate the fun.

No animals were harmed, although Dude (in the bottom right corner) appeared horrified by it all. It is very difficult to take a picture of three babies at once.

This is a better picture of how tall Buttercup is compared to Muffin. I think Buttercup will at least double in size in the next few months, and will be the biggest chicken that we have. Poor Muffin.

And The First Word Is...

Bird!

He started to say "du" and "da" about a week ago, already had "bu" "ba" "ma" "mu" and "nu" in his vocabulary. If you can call a bunch of sounds a vocabulary. Tonight I was holding Buttercup (our new chick) while saying and signing bird to The Baby and he said bird clear as can be. I looked at The Daddy and asked, "Did he just say bird?" Yep he did!

Here is a picture from last month, with The Daddy hunting for pumpkins that we still haven't carved. Darn flu bug! My goal is to carve them tomorrow since Chicken has the day off of school.

Picture taken October 11, 2009 at Bates Nut Farm.

Moving On Up!

On October 20th The Baby pulled himself up to standing in the bath for the first time and of course I grabbed a picture of it for teh innernets. Since that day he has started crawling a little bit on all fours, sitting on his knees, scootching to sitting on his bottom, pulling up on anything that will hold his weight to a standing position. At this point we are taking bets on whether he will crawl on all fours competently before he gives up using his clothes to clean my floor and walks. Isn't he the cutest?!

ETA: If you click on the picture and view it larger, you can clearly see his two bottom teeth.