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Ok, so I’m a little behind these days.  All I have to say is did you see this??  Yeah, I wasn’t joking.  Life is totally nuts around here.  Nuts, but good.  And poor little Teddy is getting neglected in the blog updates these days… so I thought I’d give you the low down on what the little man is up to these days.  In list form because, well, just because.

  1. We are officially finished with the helmet!  Woo Hoo!  Last Tuesday was our last visit with the specialist.  She suggested that we go ahead and keep him in it for one more week, since it still fit (even though his measurements were perfectly symmetrical blah blah blah) and I just sort of nodded, “mmm hmm, right, yeah…” but was really thinking, “ooooor not.”  The end.  So we’re done!  Let me tell you that was the longest, hottest (not really, but with all the sweating that poor kid was doing it seemed like it couldn’t possibly get any more uncomfortable), sweatiest, stinkiest (let me tell you that thing made my sweet, precious, bundle of chubby love smell like a sweaty sock), longest three months of my life.  Whew!  Thank goodness we’re done, just in time for our annual Michigan beach vacation.
  2. Well, our little champ continues to measure in at enormous lengths.  He was in the 97th percentile for height at 30.5 inches at his nine month check up.  He was only in the 50th percentile for weight at 20.5 lbs. (he continues to weigh in exactly one pound heavier than Jack was at this age) and his head was in the, I want to say 75th percentile.  Not the orange on a toothpick his brother was at this age.
  3. So, let’s see, the little turkey is army crawling at the speed of light.  He occasionally will crawl on all fours, but it takes so much more concentration and skill, both of which he has no time for.  He pulls up to his knees and investigates random things while sort of sitting/kneeling there.  He just started to pull up to standing in his crib and other random places and he absolutely loves to pull up in the pack ‘n play, so that he is at the same height as Jack.  They could not be any cuter, poking at each other and nuzzling into each others necks.  Teddy pulls Jack’s hair and “pats” his head and face, all the while Jack is particularly patient and sweet about it.  Jack loves to roll around on the floor with him and Jack is not what I would call gentle with him in the least, but I’ve discovered, after much yelling and intervening, that Teddy enjoys any attention Jack will give him and he’ll let me know if Jack has crossed a boundary.  Oh, yes he will.
  4. Teddy certainly did not waste any time finding is voice in this household.  And he certainly does not have any problem holding his own.  Which is quite a feat considering the mouths on Jack and myself.  He is a screamer.  And it is unfortunate, but I am quite sure that we have become one of those families referred to as a loud family.  He’s may possibly have perfected the art of fit throwing.  Which is incredible to believe possible at such a young age.  Oh, but he can throw them, like a champ, arching his back and using that one specific variety of scream saved for special occasions, like torture, all the while turning a shocking shade of magenta.  But for the most part he is very laid back.  Only fussing or throwing fits when he is tired or hungry.
  5. Speaking of food… this kid can put down some food.  He’s like a Labrador, he’ll eat and eat and eat until he throws up.  It is totally ridiculous.  It’s so strange to me, since Jack is the exact opposite, rarely eating everything on his plate.  Anywho, with as much as he eats in a day he still manages to wake up at 5:30 – 6am absolutely starving.  If I could only get him to sleep until 7am.
  6. Teddy loves women.  Especially his Grandma Z and mommy.  When we are standing next to each other it’s totally ridiculous to see him go back and forth between the two of us.  I happen to enjoy the fact that he is a mama’s boy.  I love it.  I love that he can be completely fine with E, only to completely lose his shit once he gets a glimpse of me.  I can’t help it, it makes me feel important.
  7. Let’s see, what else… he climbs stairs, he waves “hi” and “bye bye,” he mimics the word hi, he babbles dada, mama, baba, and I am fairly certain that he has tried to say “Jack.”  He is quite the little man.  He is such a sweet, happy, cuddley, goofy, little addition to our family.  And we’re having so much fun watching him grow up along side his big brother.

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So, I don’t think I went into our whole potty training ordeal over here.  I think all that happened in the middle of the 30 day project, so you all probably got the idea we were potty training because of this.  Anyway, so I decided to get started with it about mid-way through the week before Jack’s preschool spring break.  And it didn’t go so well.  He pretty much only went on the potty when he was sitting on it in front of the TV… for like an hour at a time.  Randomly he’d pee without realizing it and I’d make a big deal about it.  Anyway,  we made it almost all the way through spring break week without much progress… let me rephrase that.  With zero progress.  He had zero interest in learning or listening to how it worked.  He didn’t give a rip about any of the thousands of bribes I came up with.  As a matter of fact, somehow he usually managed to manipulate me into giving him what he wanted without doing much of anything at all.  And after watching him purposely pee his pants (to the point of straining so hard that I could see the veins in his neck) while I was on the phone (clearly an attempt to get some attention), I finally threw in the towel.  And decided to revisit it once he was out for the summer.

So last Monday, Jack woke up and I told him I needed to change his diaper.  I asked him if he wanted to wear a pull-up and he said no.  So when I tried to put on his diaper he told me he wanted to wear big boy pants.  Uh, ok.  So I put on the big boy pants and was quickly distracted by something or other.  And after a while he told me he needed to go poop on the potty.  So we ran over and put him on the potty.  And he peed.  He did this all day.  No accidents.  And the next day he started pooping on the potty as well.  Just like that.   And (knock on wood) as of last Monday, he has only had four accidents.  He’s been wearing pull-ups at night and big boy pants for naps.  And we’ve been keeping our regular everyday schedule… the pool, Target, playing outside, going for donuts or ice cream or whatever treat on the weekends.  The accidents have all happened while he’s been either disoriented after just waking from a nap or while totally distracted while playing.

Let me tell you how totally and completely stunned I am.  This kid is nothing but a challenge these days.  And while I’m sure it sounds like I’m tooting my horn over here all proud and annoying, but really, I just can’t help but tell everyone – how proud of him and excited I am for him.  That he has some sort of control in his life (and it is already starting to show that it makes him feel more at ease with life in general… if that makes sense).   This kid.  He constantly amazes me.  Like the other day… while he was playing with a fake phone.  Pushing the buttons and muttering under his breath and he says “goddammit”.  No idea where he learned that one.  And just now.  He’s walking around in his Elmo underpants.  With Teddy’s crocheted blanket draped over his shoulders.  He looks at me and says, “I’m a princess.”

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Ok, so I took a month off.  Yeah, I wasn’t really planning on it, but I was so tired of the blog after the 30 day thing and I kept saying I’d write something tomorrow until it was like today and it’s been over a month.  So, yeah, sorry about the ridiculous hiatus and all, hope I didn’t worry anyone.  So here’s an update on us, list style.  Because I’m feeling listy.

  1. Teddy.  My little tank.  Ted weighed in at his 6 month check up at about 18 and a half pounds.  I took him in last week, along with Jack (because Jack was sick) to have him checked out to see if he had an ear infection and at that point he was 19.5 pounds.  Then I took him in Wednesday (he was sick) and he was 20 lbs 2 oz.  Monster baby gained a pound in a week.  This kid amazes me.  Jack weighed in today (well visit… yeah, they’re getting really sick of seeing me) at 28 lbs.  hehe… Jack sprat…
  2. So the other day when we were at the doctor’s office… which time is not really relevant.  Anywho, I held my hand out to catch the elevator door and it CLOSED ON MY HAND.  Not kidding.  I managed to grab the door with my other hand to sort of hold it open, meanwhile screaming in my ridiculous scratchy voice, from being sick, “HELP ME HELP ME!!”  Not kidding.  Then finally I realized I could open the door by hitting the elevator call button.  So I did.  Nothing is broken.  I just have a ridiculous bruise and a sore hand and a big time bruised ego.  Yeah, I had to go back there today.  For another checkup.  Geez.  I think they all thought I was nuts.  They were all really sweet about it and took good care of me and all.  But seriously, I can’t believe I did that.
  3. Jack handled the whole elevator situation quite well.  Well, not at first he didn’t.  I thought he’d be traumatized for life.  But when we were leaving and the nurse and doctor were helping me out to the car (yeah, so I could feel stupid all the way to the car and they could see my complete wreck of a car and dig in my wreck of a purse full of dirty tissues to get my nasty keys out… geez) anywho, as we were all getting into the elevator on our way out, Jack says, “don’t do that again mommy… you got to be careful or you get your fingers pinched in the door.”  He reminded me again today as we arrived at the office.  Yeah, thanks.
  4. So.  E, my wonderful husband got me a fantastic mother’s day gift.  A plane ticket to Chicago to visit Andrea (my BFF) for a long weekend, by myself.  No children!  Woo Hoo!  So last week Jack got sick – bad cold with some wheezing we had to treat with a nebulizer (at urgent care) and an inhaler (at home).  He was finally better by Thursday and I was to leave on Friday morning.  But by Thursday evening I was coming down with it.  And by Friday I was sporting a sore throat and a cough.  Long story short I had a terrible sore throat, cough, hardly a voice at all and my head and ears were plugged up so I could barely hear anything at all pretty much all weekend.  Yeah, it was a major bummer.  We still had a good time shopping and hanging out but I was feeling pretty bad and wasn’t sleeping much at all at night.  So, I’m still pining away for a weekend away… just hoping that maybe I’ll get another trip away from home for my birthday.  Or something like that.  A girl can dream, right?
  5. Teddy is a rolling, scooting, tootin’ fool.  The tootin’ part was for fun.  Although he does poop like a champ.  Let me rephrase that.  He poops way too much.  I am changing, on average, six poopies a day… yes, I’m still changing Jack’s poopies too (I will revisit the potty training again soon… hopefully, but seriously if I wait long enough he’ll just do it himself, right?)… where was I?  Oh poopies.  Yeah, six a day, and one day I counted seven and then said “THAT’S ENOUGH!  I’VE OFFICIALLY HAD IT, YOU’VE HIT YOUR QUOTA FOR THE DAY AND YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME TO GET THAT ONE CHANGED.”  For real.  So, where was I… rolling.  So yeah, he’s been rolling around like it’s his job for about a month now.  He rolled over at about five months then didn’t do it again for a few weeks then a few weeks later he started rolling around the room – just like Jack used to.  He’s a little chunky (uh, ya think, maybe 20 lbs????) so he has a hard time getting his fat legs under him to push up to crawl, so I get the sense he won’t crawl much or if so it’ll be late.  He sits up without help – which is awesome.  I’ve been working on that for a few weeks.  Starting with the bumbo, then the boppy (for a little less support), then a crash pillow, and now he’s pretty solid.  With an occasional fall, usually due to a larger force (aka Action Jackson knocking him over for fun because it’s fun to make him cry).
  6. Jack is making me crazy.  I love him.  And he is so funny and fun.  But seriously.  He is making me crazy.  He has the devil in him.  The constant testing me and telling me no and the not listening and the freaking out I do on a regular basis to let him know that I’m almost crazy so you better get it together and listen to me mister or else you’ll see what crazy is all about, it’s all really making me crazy.  I do not enjoy the age of three.  The end.  I’m telling you.  The buttons have been pushed.  Oh have they been pushed my friends.  He says to me earlier today, “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m just acting like a lunatic.”  Don’t you know it.
  7. So that’s about it for now.  I’ve been busy.  Sick and busy.  So I apologize for the ridiculous hiatus without explanation, until now.  Hopefully I will be back on a more regular basis.  Hope you’re all doing well!!!

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Day 30

Six months old today.  My sweet little man.  May you always love me like you love me now.  You fill me up.  That's the only way I can describe it.  I feel so full of love and life because of you and your brother.  Happy six months peanut!!

Six months old today. My sweet little man. May you always love me like you love me now. You fill me up. That's the only way I can describe it. I feel so full of love and life because of you and your brother. Happy six months peanut!!

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Birthday Boy... Mr. Attitude

Birthday Boy... Mr. Attitude

Birthday Treats... from Polka Dot Bakeshop

Birthday Treats... from Polka Dot Bakeshop

Happy Birthday, my sweet little man.

Happy Birthday, my sweet little man.

Birthday Balloon

Birthday Balloon

Where you going Mr. Catipiller?

Where you going Mr. Caterpillar?

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So, I have to admit, it went quite well.  No crying from anyone.  But, honestly, if there were any crying it would have been absolutely pathetic because we didn’t even leave him.  The first couple of classes we get to come along (and I say we because Daddy joined us for the first day today) to help with the separation anxiety.  It won’t be until next week that I’m pathetic and sobbing over having to leave my baby for his first  third day of school.  Here are a few pictures from the big day.

my little ham sandwich

my little ham sandwich

Exciting!!  Time for school!!

Exciting!! Time for school!!

Someone was not very enthused about having to pose for more pictures while everyone else gets to go inside to SCHOOL!!

Someone was not very enthused about having to pose for more pictures while everyone else was going inside to SCHOOL!!

Somebody loved all of the girly toys.  Specifically a fake brownie, which he referred to as CAKE!

Somebody loved all of the girly toys. Specifically a fake brownie, which he referred to as CAKE!

In other news…

The beach was great!!  And we were so glad we went.  Just what we needed.

The beach was great!! And we were so glad we went. Just what we needed.

Oh yeah, and I'm 32 weeks!  Holy crap batman!  The time is flying.  And seriously, I had a growth spurt last night.  Talk about POP!

Oh yeah, and I'm 32 weeks! Seriously, I had a growth spurt last night. Talk about POP!

 

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It’s my birthday.  I’m 31.  And fired up.  Mainly because we just got back from a walk and it’s already 88.  Whew.  But I’m also fired up because I’m anxiously awaiting a pie which should be on it’s way to me.  Woo Hoo!!  So, in other news, I’m 20 weeks!  Half way there… yikes.  Here’s a picture of the prego belly.  Please ignore my sweaty-ness.  I doubt I’ll have time to tear myself away from the pie later today to do another belly shot. 

20 Weeks

20 weeks and sweating.

Mommy\'s shoes

And here’s a cute picture of Jack.  In my shoes.  All sweaty from sitting in the stroller.  It’s a tough life.

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