Ohio! We flew there on the 14th and came home late on the 20th. It was a lot of fun to see everyone, but it was certainly exhausting! With the time change to East coast time, we put Hunter to bed at 9pm instead of 7pm, and that worked pretty good. However, he was still waking up between 7-8am, so he was losing about 1-2 hours of sleep every night. He did pretty good with naps and we tried to get him to take two/day as long as we were home. On Saturday, he ended up taking a 2 hour and 45 minute nap, and I had to wake him up because we had to get to the family reunion. That was crazy. The first couple of nights we were there, he would wake up and cry a little bit because he wasn't sure where we were, but I would just pat his back, and he would go back to sleep.
Hunter had so much fun playing with his cousin, James. He's 10 months older, and Hunter definitely got a lot better at walking trying to keep up with him. It was so fun to see them play. They would read books together, play with toys, climb around, and just walk around "talking." It was a lot of fun. Hunter is pretty chill, and James is really great, too. There were no fights or fits or anything. Something tells me that won't be the same when they get older.
I brought the baby monitor with me so I could see if Hunter was sleeping, awake, etc. during naps and when we put him to bed but before we went to bed. One night I had it on the floor, and James saw Hunter in it. He got so concerned and worried because Hunter was in the box. It was hilarious and I felt so bad because he was scared that I put Hunter to sleep in a little box. He was looking around on the back side of the monitor completely confused. Ha.
Hunter was pretty mommy-centric the whole trip, especially around "new" people. He was great with Nana and Papa and Tara, but when we would go visit the grandparents, he would pretty much stay glued to me. He definitely was in a stranger danger phase. When we were at the family reunion, he finally was better at being around the "stangers," but it took a couple of hours before that happened. All Shamus' grandparents wanted was to hold him, and he wasn't too excited about that. In fact, he cried a lot.
Shamus' cousin has a barn with a bunch of farm animals, so of course we had to take Hunter over. At first he was a little freaked out, but then he kept pointing and wanted to see them. They have a horse, cows, goats, donkeys, chickens, and ducks. We put him on the horse, and he was a little perplexed. The cow licked him, and he didn't like it at first, but then he was laughing. That was his first up close and personal experience with farm animals. They also have barn cats and kittens, and he loved them! Kathleen has cats at daycare, so Hunter loves them!
On Tuesday, we flew out of Columbus so we spent the day at Tara and Clayton's house. James has a little slide, so Hunter immediately went to that and climbed up the slide part. Not sure where he got that, but that's pretty much all he wanted to do with it.
We were pretty much on the go the whole trip, and our flight home wasn't until 7:30pm. So we got in around 8:30 Denver time, and by the time we made it to the car, it was about 10pm. Hunter did not sleep at all on the flight home, so he was exhausted. We put him in jammies in the airport so that it would be an easy transfer to his crib at home. He fell asleep in the car, and then went right to sleep at home. He slept until 7:30 or so and then took a three hour nap that day and the next. He was super cranky and was sleeping 12-13 hours at night for a couple nights. Finally on Friday he seemed to be better. We are very thankful that he's normally a happy baby!
We started off the month with a bang and now have a walker! And now by the end of the month, he's pretty good! He still falls, but he's much steadier. The day he started walking at then end of May, he stood up by himself in the morning, and then that afternoon, we were at my parent's house and he just stood up and took steps. It's funny how it happens when you least expect it. I kind of thought he would let go of furniture and go, but he just stood up and did it. So ever since then, he's all over the place!
He was still crawling quite a bit until we went to Ohio, and he had to keep up with his cousin. He got in so much practice walking there, and now it's pretty rare that he crawls. We also never had shoes on him until he was about 13.5 months old. I'm pretty sure my most favorite video ever is the one of him having shoes on the first time. He was so confused about what was on his feet! He kept grabbing them, wouldn't let go, etc. It was hilarious.
We dealt with another issue with his guts this month, too. Poor kid. He poops so much...it's ridiculous. So if his tummy isn't feeling good, then he gets this really acidic poops, and his butt has such a bad rash. Like it's open and bleeding. Ugh. It's the total worst. I felt so bad for him. So we tried to lay off the fruit for awhile to help with the acidity, and we were stocked up in water wipes, diaper rash cream, and Vaseline. For whatever reason, he seems to poop more when he is at Kathleen's...like five or six times while he's there plus another 2-3 for us in the morning/evening. It's crazy. I ended up taking him to the doctor since we were getting on a plane, and she basically said that he probably caught some little bug and it could take 10-14 days to get through him. It certainly got through him! Thankfully he was on the mend and only pooped a tiny little poop on the airplane. I was nervous about that!
Hunter still isn't talking real words yet, but he does make a lot of noises. He loves to point at things and make this crazy noise. It's almost like a drawn out yeeep or heeeep. When he does it, I sing "Help me Rhonda" because I think it sounds like the help. It's pretty cute. I definitely think he's storing the words in his brain, and then he's going to talk like crazy when it hits. He still really doesn't say mama or dada, but if he's mad then he'll babble mama or mom. Like when I'm changing his diaper. He hates it and gets so mad.
He has just started this week with the overwhelming emotions and laying down with his forehead on the floor. It's like he just doesn't know what to do with himself. This mainly comes when I tell him no or don't pick him up. He is all over me lately. All he's wanted is mommy, and while I love that, it's hard to get anything done. He's fine if I'm not around, but if I'm there, he wants me. Unless I'm picking him up from daycare. Then he wants nothing to do with me. He wants Kathleen and wants to keep playing!
We are starting to get really good at following directions, too. If I tell him to sit down or sit on his bottom, he knows what I'm saying and can do it. And usually he will remember for next time. He also knows to put the lid on his cup. If I'm holding him while I'm refilling it, he wants to hold the lid and then will place it on top of the cup. Then I have to screw it on, but it was cool to me that he knew where that went. It's kind of funny that I'm proud of these little things, but it's not like he's 12 learning this. So I let myself be super proud.
I'm starting to do some exercising, so one night I was doing squats, and Hunter started doing them with me. It's so funny. He just started squatting down and standing back up, too. I told Shamus he was doing it, and he didn't believe me. So I started doing them and Hunter copied. It's so crazy what kids pick up. I also did some sit ups and he started doing them, too. Ha!
This kiddo is into everything now. He loves opening up drawers, so we have to be careful about what's in them...because I really don't want to lock everything up. He has four teeth: the two up top finally came in. He also got his second haircut this month. He's a crazy kiddo!
What a May it has been. May is insane with the bakery due to graduations, birthdays, and weddings, so this month I've been worn thin. Plus Hunter has been sick a couple of times, so that's not fun. He's currently sick, and I feel so bad for him. Both colds have come with a fever, runny nose, minor cough and general yuckiness. Poor kiddo.
His third tooth (front tooth up top) has finally come in, and the one next to it is on its way also. These things have been so stubborn, and this kid is drooling like you wouldn't believe. We finally had to start putting bibs on him because his shirts are just soaked. It's gross....he's very slimy these days.
We still don't have a walker yet, but he's getting so close. He will walk when he's attached to something, loves his walker toy, and loves walking laps around the house holding onto my finger or, even better, Daddy's finger. Shamus has seen him take a couple of steps on his own, and my parents have also. I have not. For whatever reason though, I'm ok with not seeing his first steps. I have a lifetime of watching him walk. Ha. This morning I saw him stand up from a sit all on his own. He has never done this without first touching/leaning on something. So that was pretty cool. I definitely applauded that one. If he wants to get somewhere fast, he will crawl to it.
He's also discovered the joy of throwing things. Thankfully most everything he throws is a ball or one of his toys because watch out! He's pretty good at getting straight throws but not always. And he will throw right at the dogs, little stinker. My parents were watching him last week, and he had a blankie on their floor. Their dog, Vinnie, went over and laid on it. No big deal until Hunter saw. They said he flipped out, crawled over there, and tried to hit Vinnie. Don't mess with his blankets! I keep saying "gentle" when he's around the dogs because he definitely likes to crawl up to them and whack them instead of petting them.
Shamus' sister/brother-in-law/nephew got Hunter a water table for his birthday. The weather hasn't been so great, so the first time we actually could use it was Mother's Day. He had a good time splashing and playing with the balls in it. We also got him a pretty big blow up pool, so that will be fun. The weather still hasn't been great, but it will be nice once we can use it. That was really our big adventure on Mother's Day. We took it easy. Same with Memorial Day weekend this year. Taking it easy since he's sick. Ah well.
For me, personally, this has been a really tough month. Like I said, the bakery is so crazy. I'm working all the time, and on my days home with Hunter, I have to work during his naps. I need to start saying no to more people (I already do say no a lot), and try and take it easy a bit more. I went to the doctor last week for a blood draw because I think there's something off in me. I sleep really well, and usually about 8-9 hours every night, and I'm still completely exhausted every.single.day. I'm really hoping that something comes back that's easy to fix. I cannot keep feeling like this. I want and need more energy.
Hunter has recently started to be able to open drawers and cabinets, and this has opened a whole new world for him. The other morning I let him demolish the Tupperware lid drawer because why not. He also loves the lazy Susan where I keep my bottles of sprinkles. If only he knew what sprinkles really are! Then he would love it even more. We need to install some locks on the cabinets under the sink with the cleaning products, but otherwise, I think I'm just going to keep an eye on him. We'll see...that could definitely change!
He's a pro at going up the stairs, but we won't let him try to go down yet. I don't see that going well. Boy does he want to climb! Things that used to be tricky for him (like getting into the dog bed) are now a breeze. When he stands, I think he looks so tall, even though he's really not. He's still taking two naps a day at home (hooray!), and he gets bottles of cow's milk before those. He loves cow's milk, so that's great. It's really nice to not have to be so concerned about my boobs all the time now! That was super annoying. Also, I cannot even imagine getting through the last month of work if I still had to pump four times/day. There is absolutely no way.
He still eats a lot of the same food. Nothing really new or exciting, and he still doesn't like noodles, which basically kills me. Ha. I did buy a make your own pouch food system thing, which is pretty cool. It's reusable pouches that you can refill with whatever. So it saves the environment (not my main concern), but it saves money (yay for that). I've only been filling them with applesauce so far, but I'm also going to fill them with pureed fruit baby food. It's way cheaper than buying the pouches--those things are super expensive! Plus he likes them, so that's a plus!
And finally, I can see a big difference since he's turned one and is more active. I'm not taking a million pictures of him every day anymore. In fact, there are several days in a row with no pictures. Sorry kid! Also, boy does he need a haircut!
I knew that having a baby would change my life, but I'm not sure I quite understood what that meant. Here are some things I've learned in the past year:
1. I never thought that farting could be so funny.
I'm not a teenage boy, so while farting was mildly funny, this kid's farts can really get me to laugh. He has old man farts for real. In fact, Shamus and I often do not believe that the baby made the noise. It's unreal the noises that this kid can make.
2. I am strong and can survive.
Don't let anyone kid you. The first month of bringing a new baby home is crazy hard. I still look back on it and shudder. I was a hot mess. The first couple of weeks I would burst into tears for.no.reason. Well, the reason was it was hard, I was so exhausted, and my hormones were trying to level out. I would get mild anxiety attacks in the afternoons because I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through another night of sleeping one hour stretches on the couch and getting no real sleep. It was so hard. But I did it. The first night he slept four hours straight, my outlook changed. I made it.
3. I love my friends, but I love my family more.
Truth is, I miss my friends. I hardly see any of them, and this is my choice. When I look at my weekends and there's a choice between spending time with Shamus and Hunter or my friends, Shamus and Hunter win. Every time. I want to spend time with my little family. I need to be a little better about this because I do think it's important to keep those friendships going and have me time. So don't give up on me yet. I promise I'll try to get better. Eventually.
4. Marriage is hard.
I always knew marriage was hard. It's not all sunshine and rainbows over here all the time. I really had no idea how hard it could be until we brought a baby home. I feel bad for those couples who think that having a baby will make marriage easier. Nope. Nuh uh. No way. When you leave for the hospital, you're so optimistic. Things are going to be amazing as this family of three. And it is. But there's also a barrage of emotions, shifting priorities, and hurt feelings when you're suddenly transported from a twosome to a threesome. Specifically a threesome where the third member is completely helpless and dependent upon you for everything. Boy oh boy. Marriage is hard but it's so worth it. Even if you do want to jab each other's eyes out from time to time.
5. I never thought that I would be so proud of things like pointing.
It's amazing how having a baby will make you so proud of the tiniest things. Hooray! You pooped! Your umbilical cord fell off! You rolled over! You pulled up! You smiled! You laughed! It's incredible to watch someone learn these simple things. The best ones are the first smile and first laugh. You'll forgive the fact that they just screamed at you for two hours and you have poop on your hands when they smile at you. You'll forgive anything.
6. Being a parent has made me understand my parents and childhood.
It's so strange, but I have a new respect for my own parents now. Throughout this last year I have thought back at times on my own childhood. I could see how my mom or dad would have been frustrated by things or proud of things. My mom worked from home, which was awesome when I was growing up. I can look back at how she would drop us off at the pool, and we had the best time. We loved spending our days at the pool, and I now know that those hours were crucial for her, too. It's interesting to look back at things they did or didn't do and totally understand it now.
7. Everyone is doing their best.
I am so over the judgement that moms, in particular, show other moms. I truly think that 98% of moms out there are doing the best they can. We all don't do things the same way but we are all trying to do what we think is best. I nursed Hunter for 11.9 months, and I'm super proud of that (also, free!). But I also think the moms who nursed their baby six months or three months or one day or even not at all are amazing, too. We are all doing what we can and that's amazing. There are a million different ways to do things, and nothing is necessarily better than anything else. You just have to do what's best for you and your kid. I'm going to assume, too, that if we have another kiddo, it would be totally different.
8. I am marked.
Getting pregnant was no cake walk for us. We spent a lot of money, blood, sweat, and tears to get pregnant and have Hunter. Every day we thank God for him. Every single day of my pregnancy, I had to give myself a shot (and for about 3 months, I had to do two shots/day). My belly is still bruised from those shots. Well, technically, it's just discolored now as the bruises don't hurt. While I wish they would go away, it's also a visible reminder of what we went through to get our miracle baby. It's a testament to how I can do hard things, and it's also birth control because I definitely don't want to do shots again anytime soon! Ha! They really sucked.
9. I am a battle commander.
I have learned to pick my battles. The only way you'll stay outside happily is if you chew on rocks? Sure, go ahead. Chew on some rocks. You'll definitely put worse things than that in your mouth. It's 20 minutes before bath time, and you have a little bit of dried poop juice on your onesie? Welp, it's going to stay there for the next 20 minutes because you can't touch it and it hasn't bothered you yet. Boy oh boy is parenting glamorous.
10. I'll do anything for a smile or, even better, a laugh.
If you think it's funny when I gasp and you giggle about it, I will spend the next 10 minutes gasping. I will sing songs and dance funny dance moves for a smile. I will clap hands and tickle and throw balls. If you think climbing on Mommy is fun, then climb on kid. Don't get me wrong, I will discipline when it's time, too, but for now I'm all about the fun! Even when I'm exhausted and counting down the minutes until nap time. Happy babies are the best.
11. Turns out, I am that mom.
There are girls who know when they're growing up that they want to have a bunch of kids and be a mom. I was not this girl. Then it took us so long to get pregnant that I wouldn't allow myself to think of the type of mom I would be. It was too painful to dream of actually having a kid. However, I really never imagined that I would be the mom who captures every moment, does hand print craft projects, and thinks that time goes too fast. Guess what; I totally am that mom, and I'm perfectly happy with that. And for the moms who aren't that kind of mom, that's awesome too. We all love our kiddos, and that's how it's supposed to be.
So apparently I am not done with these updates. Ha! I am done with the weekly pictures though. I'm not really sure what the posting schedule will look like in the future, but I just can't stop them cold turkey, either. There's too much that happened this week that I want to remember.
With the first birthday over, and Shamus' parents gone on Sunday morning, things got back to normal a bit. We did first birthday pictures on Sunday afternoon, and Hunter totally didn't cooperate. I think that the flash was bothering his eyes and he was just generally a little grumpy. At one point, we were doing some pictures of him in the grass and a bee (or wasp) landed in his hair and was walking around. That was exciting. We will see if we get any good photos, but it wasn't for a lack of trying!
Hunter is quite the little escape artist these days. It's amazing really. One morning, I was rinsing my mouth at the end of brushing my teeth, and he was in the bathroom. He crawled over to the bedroom door, which was closed but not shut all the way. He opened the door, crawled down the hall and was playing with the not-closed baby gate. Right when I got to him, he had crawled over to the top of the stairs. Yikes! This morning, I was in the middle of peeing, and I had to stop and grab him before he did the same thing. Crazy kid. He likes to play with the baby gates, so at least it's a good distraction.
He's also very into the toilet right now. If the lid isn't closed, he wants to stick his hand in there and play with the water. So gross...even if it's clean! So we have to make sure that the lids are down or the bathroom doors are closed. He's also discovered the joy of the roll of toilet paper. We had a roll that was almost empty thankfully, and he rolled that down and played with it. He is into everything!
Ever since he learned the amazingness that are balloons, he wants them! We had them at his party, and he just wants to suck and chew on them. We ended up taking them away because I knew they were going to pop in his face. That would suck, plus he could choke on them, too. On Tuesday, I took him to the grocery store, and he saw the balloons at the check out lines. Holy moly. He was going crazy and squealing and kept trying to get out of the cart to get the balloons. Crazy kid. It was funny and cute. For me. It was frustrating for him.
His other new-ish trick is shaking his head no for everything. Do you want this? Shake. Water? Shake. Mama? Shake. I really think that he is desperate to talk but he just hasn't made the correlation with his mouth and brain yet. He's squealing a lot and grunting all the time, but he just can't form any words other than his babbles. Hopefully soon! Lord knows we talk to him all the time.
I think he's losing some of his mommy-ness this week, which makes me sad. He was lunging for all the grandparents this week, and when I picked him up from daycare he cried when I took him from Kathleen. He used to jump into my arms, but he pretty much wanted nothing to do with me. Jerk. It totally hurt my feelings, but I told Shamus and he said, try dealing with this every day for the past year. Yeah maybe, but I'm the mom!
I took Hunter to the doctor on Monday for his one-year check. I was surprised! He only weighed in at 19 pounds, 4 ounces. I thought for sure that he was 20 or 21 pounds by now. He's in the 20th percentile in his weight, so tiny, but the doctor wasn't concerned with how much he's on the move. He's 29.5 inches long, and his head is still ginormous and in the 95th percentile. So basically, after one year, he's still tiny with a huge head. He hasn't grown out of being a Lovenox baby yet! The doctor said we should try to get him away from spoon feeding the purees, so we stopped giving him the one at night to see if he'll be hungry to eat more of the "grown up" foods. Like pieces of chicken instead of pureed chicken. Gross. I also bought a refillable/reusable pouch system so I can fill up pouches of applesauce and fruit baby foods. This is going to be way cheaper. Each pouch at the store is $2! I bought the reusable pouch system for $40, and I can get a big container of applesauce for way cheap. Plus, I can buy the containers of baby food and put those into pouches. Those containers are about $1.25 for two, so we're looking at a big cost savings. And it's environmentally friendly because I'm so green. Ha.
On Tuesday, Sandra (my aunt) brought Ryan (my almost three-year-old cousin) over to play. Hunter and Ryan are going to get in trouble together one day. And probably sooner rather than later. It was so fun to see them play together. They're great. Although Ryan is bossy as little kids are, so that was fun. Ryan never gets to boss, so he was having a good time! He would take Hunter's ball so they could play somewhere else, and Hunter would look at him like what the heck are you doing?! It was funny. Ryan also went over to the 52 pictures of Hunter on the wall, and was pointing at every single one saying, "This is baby Hunter, and this is baby Hunter, and this is baby Hunter crying, and this is baby Hunter." That kid cracks me up.
We are done nursing, and this week I've felt it! Boy oh boy is there so.much.pressure. My boobs have been killing me! Like I can't even hold Hunter against them because they hurt, and milk will leak out, too. It's unreal. Saturday the pressure has been a little better, so I'm hoping that the milk is drying up finally after two weeks of nothing. But I'm also so sad. I've been considering just pumping again and keeping up the milk since it's still there, but then I think that I will have to do this again at some point so I may as well do it now. We have just a few frozen breast milk pouches left, and we started doing half breast milk and half cow's milk in his bottles. He's drinking them like a champ, which is great! Later next week, he will be on all cow's milk. It's the end of an era!
On Saturday, Hunter refused to take his morning nap. So after he screamed for about 20 minutes, I went in and got him so we could play more. I had to deliver a wedding cake, and Shamus was working snow, so my parents were planning to watch him in the afternoon. I was feeding him lunch, ooked over, and he was about 2 seconds away from being asleep! Right there in his high chair mid-bite. Crazy. So I rushed him over to their house (thank God they live 2 minutes away now!), and put him into his pack and play there. My mom texted me over three hours later asking if they should wake him up. What?? He hasn't taken a three-hour nap since he was just a couple of months old. I couldn't believe it! I asked if he was still breathing! Obviously he was or this would be a very different post! He must be growing!
Hunter's first birthday is a wrap!
I really tried to keep things simple and low key. The theme was he's one, and I wanted it centered around him. Duh. I did blues and gold for the colors, and I printed out a lot of pictures of the birthday boy. We had the party at 10am, so everyone got second breakfast, which is the best. There was fruit, bacon, biscuits and gravy, scones, coffee cake, muffins, and cake of course. I had a lot of fun with Hunter's cake. I knew I wanted there to be a crown on it since I was going to have him wear one, too. And I stuck with stripes and dots for the cake.
It really didn't take us too long to pull everything together, but I was very thankful that Nana and Papa were here to help with putting together the decorations and the food. It would have been a late night if it were just me and Shamus. Turns out getting a party ready when you have a little one to keep an eye on is not the easiest. Good to note for next time I'm planning a party!
We had a good amount of people here, which was amazing. Hunter was a little overwhelmed by all the people, but he had a good time. Everyone was great about playing with him. When it came time to do the cake, he was not quite sure what was going on. He didn't really like the crown on his head, but he did like people singing to him. When I put the cake in front of him, he put his hand in it right away and grabbed a gold dot. Then he stuck that in his mouth and promptly spit it out. He didn't really like any of it after that. I tried to feed him a little bite of cake, but he did not want it. So we took the cake away, wiped off his hands, and then off he went!
He did enjoy opening his presents and playing with those. We ended up putting away most of them, and then we'll bring them out one by one when he gets bored. He has so many toys! The books we left out because you can never have too many books, and he did get a few clothes too.
We fed him lunch, he took a nap, and then we went on a long walk to round out the birthday festivities. All in all, it was a good day! Happy birthday little punkin! We love you!
It's the last update. Holy moly. It's been quite the week of disbelief that Hunter will be driving soon. Haha. But seriously, one year already. Woah.
This week seemed extra long because Hunter went to daycare on Monday and Tuesday while I worked, and then Nana and Papa arrived on Wednesday. He stayed home with them while I continued to work. Ha. We did a lot of party prep, and got everything ready to go for the big day. On Wednesday, Hunter went on a couple of walks with them, and on Thursday, Nana and I took him to the library to play with their toys. It's fairly impossible to let him play with other toys because all he wants is to put them in his mouth. Yuck. So we were on a constant guard with that. But he had fun playing with the "new" toys.
Sunday was my last day of nursing Hunter and pumping. It was sad for me, but he could have cared less. And the rest of the week he was fine. He didn't really need the nursing in the morning anyway since he eats breakfast right after, so it was no big deal.
We didn't do too much for Easter either. I did buy him a basket, and he had some plastic eggs in it that he liked to chew on, but that was about it. He got presents from both sets of grandparents, but we were lame and didn't get him any. Whoops. It's his birthday soon, so oh well. We went to Grandma and Grandpa's for lunch, so he ate there and we hung out with the family. His second cousin, Ryan, is just under two years older than him, and I think they'll get in lots of trouble together in the future. When we got home from lunch, we had to feed Chase his green beans (it fills up his belly without adding a lot of calories). Hunter was on the floor, and we looked over and he was eating green beans out of Chase's bowl. Hahahah.
At one year, Hunter is cruising along all of the furniture and pulling up on everything. He loves to crawl over to me and then pull up on my pants until I pick him up. He's no longer army crawling, and he's really fast when he does the regular crawl. He mostly takes two naps unless he sleeps really long for the first nap. By 10am, he's wiped out and ready for a bottle and nap. He's eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and then he gets a bottle of breast milk at 10 and 2. I'm done with nursing and pumping, but I had enough frozen milk to last him for a couple of weeks. Soon I'll be mixing cow's milk into his breast milk until he gets used to it and is switched over.
Hunter goes to the doctor on Monday for his checkup and shots (I think). I'll be interested to see if we should wean him off of the baby food, too. It's tough because he likes it and eats it, but I'm not sure if we're still supposed to be giving it to him. We've tried a few different meats with him and he wants nothing to do with them. So at least he'll eat them pureed. Gross.
He also is loving fruit right now. Most fruits he will gobble right up! No sugar yet, but we will see how he does with his birthday cake on Saturday!
Such a happy baby most of the time!!
Boy oh boy are we getting more attitude this week. This kid has learned what he wants and doesn't want. If he doesn't want it, he'll shake his head furiously or he'll push it to the side. Or he'll start making the "eh" angry noise. Super fun. He's been much more cranky this week, so I'm not sure if he's growing and tired or what. Some days I miss my sweet little baby. But then he'll smile or be sweet again, and it is all good.
Hunter loves clapping. If he's happy that he did something, he'll clap. If he hears music, he will clap, and one night he even started clapping while he was nursing. Weirdo. Speaking of nursing, he's so done with it. Almost all week he wants nothing to do with nursing or getting a bottle before bed. I think you're supposed to stop the before bed bottle when they're one, so we are ahead on that. I was planning on nursing him a little longer, but when I stop the morning nursing and pumping on Sunday, we will be done. When I get him ready to nurse, he just starts crying like I'm the meanest mom in the whole world. It's super fun. So I walk him upstairs, put him in his crib, and he is out like a light.
On Saturday, we took Hunter to the Roxborough Easter egg hunt. He, of course, had no idea what was going on, but he likes to be outside so I think he had a good time. Shamus put him in a camo shirt because he was on the hunt. Ha. I ran over and grabbed a few eggs and some bubbles, and he had fun chewing on the eggs. We also got a picture with the Easter bunny, and Hunter seemed to like the bunny more than Santa. He did not cry, so that's an improvement. He was a little mystified as to what it really was!
Shamus and I both noticed that starting Monday, we are in an entirely different ball field. This kid is always on the move. It's exhausting! I can't even imagine what it's going to be like when he starts walking soon, which we think will happen within the next few weeks. He is just having so much fun. One of his new favorite games is to sit and play with Daddy's shoes. This also involves putting a ball into his boot and taking it back out, over and over. We actually like this game because we can sit and chill. He's super content to sit and play by himself. Hooray!
I bought some size 4 diapers, and I think we'll be switching into them soon. I think he's growing. He's wearing a lot of 12 month clothes now, although he is still sporting a few 9 months still.
We are gearing up for his birthday. We are going out on Saturday to buy him a new car seat that stays in the car, and we're going to get some of the party decorations and food. It's a 10am party, so we are doing breakfast-y foods plus cake. I'm trying to keep it simple but fun. I've started working on the cake decorations, and I'm excited about his cake. I hope it turns out like I'm thinking in my head!
We have a very mobile baby now who I think is desperate to walk! Starting last Thursday, he started pulling up on everything. He couldn't quite move at that point, but he loved to be standing. Now he can cruise along everything. He's doing really great at working his way across the room by holding on. We both think that he's going to be walking around his birthday or a little after. Hunter also figured out that he can crawl a lot faster if he's off his tummy, so he's crawling normal now and he's pretty fast.
Also, in the last week, I feel like he's been hurt more than he has in his whole life. Poor kid. He's still got a bigger head, so he's a little top heavy. Plus he doesn't have quick reflexes, so he can't put his hands out to protect himself yet. Saturday night he bumped his head into a toy hard and got a bruise. Sunday night, he slammed his face into the bookcase and now has quite a nice mark on his nose. I think this is just the start of many injuries.
Saturday night he had a bad night, and it was brutal. He kept waking up and crying out and then at 11:30, he started bawling. He was standing up in his crib screaming. We both tried to comfort him and get him back to sleep, but every time he was put into his crib, he would just start screaming. I took him downstairs and nursed him and still he was a mess when I put him into his crib. Finally at 1:30 I gave him some tylenol because I just had no idea what was wrong. He slept from 2-8am finally. Sunday I was a wreck...so tired! Another night this week he had a hard time falling asleep, so I rocked him chest to chest until he fell asleep and I could put him in his crib. Thankfully this doesn't happen too often anymore. We finally decided to leave his blanket in his crib with him because he will lay on it if he wakes up. Comforting himself is the way to go!
I'm finally going to pack up Hunter's six-month onesies. He still fits in them, but it's time to move on. I took him to Babies R Us on Tuesday, and we bought some new clothes. I'm assuming that he's going to have a growth spurt here soon.
On Tuesday morning, I had to go out and shovel, so I put Hunter is his bear suit, wrapped booties around his hands (because he has no gloves), strapped him to me, and we went out and shoveled. He did great. He loves being outside. We did the front first and then we went into the back. Jack was running around like a crazy dog, so I made sure Hunter could see him. He was smiling at that.
Last Saturday, we were eating lunch, and Shamus was trying to get Hunter to say Dada. So he would say it, and then Hunter would immediately say Mama. Ha! I think he was trying to imitate Shamus, but he doesn't know how to make the D sound yet. Still, I was cracking up.
We moved Hunter out of the infant tub and into the big bathtub in his bathroom this week. He was squirming and moving, and I think he really wanted to move more. He likes being in there. We don't really let him play in there a ton because we usually do bath right before dinner, so he gets to play with toys a bit, but it's more function than play time, especially on daycare nights. Those nights are crazy rushed. We also switched him from Johnson & Johnson shampoo to Aveeno, and after one bath, I can totally see a difference. His hair is so much softer with the Aveeno. I'm hoping this will help his dry skin, too.
Another little trick he's learned is to point. It's pretty sporadic, but it's been popping up more and more lately. I'm not sure that he's pointing at anything in particular quite yet, but it's getting there.
And finally, the weaning process is coming along. Saturday is my last 10am nursing session, and then I'll just do morning and night for the next week. Someone asked me if he was ready to wean, and it made me feel guilty, but then I actually think that he is ready. I think he would keep going, but he doesn't need me like he used to. And I'm ready. I can't do another wedding season this year worrying about pumping. That was the worst having to pump to/from weddings. I'm super sad, but it's going to be fine. And he's going to be fine.
Last week of the 40s. Holy moly.
This week has been quite the week, too. Finally, yesterday Hunter started pulling up on his own and standing. I guess he first did it at daycare. He pulled up on the couch and then started clapping. Ha! Then after dinner, he kept pulling himself up so he could play with his toys. Previously he had only been able to pull up onto his knees, so this is pretty huge. I just hope he doesn't start doing it in the middle of the night because he's not great at sitting back down yet. This morning I was holding him and went to set him down, but instead of bending at the waist, he kept straight. He did not want to sit...he wanted to stand!
On Wednesday, we had a bit of a rough morning. We were playing on the bed, and he was playing with my robe on one side of the bed, and I was leaning across the bed playing with him. He got tangled in my robe and just started barrel rolling out of nowhere...and fell off the bed. It was horrible. More for me than him I think. I got him settled down from that after walking around the house and singing to him for a few minutes. Then he was on the floor playing and he shut the door and pinched his finger in it. Not 15 minutes later. Poor kid. It took me a second to realize what had even happened because I had forgotten that this could even happen. I mean, really, when's the last time you shut your finger in the door? He took a lot longer to calm down that time. Poor kiddo. But all is well and thankfully he has no memory of it.
We have officially started the weaning/stop breastfeeding process. Last Friday I stopped pumping at 9pm, and my milk has definitely decreased. I was going to stop the 2pm feeding with Friday being the last one, but I decided to nurse him one last time at 2pm on Saturday instead. It's crazy how ready and sad I am about this at the same time. So starting Sunday he will get a bottle at 2pm. Next Saturday I'll cut out the 10am nursing.
For food this week, we tried plain Greek yogurt (no thanks), shells and white cheddar (yum), avocado (nope), pears (used to like but now doesn't), strawberry banana yogurt (yum), buttered noodles (nope), cheddar bunny crackers (nope), and dried strawberries, blueberries, and mangoes (nope to all). It's super tricky trying to find food for this kid! He does really like grilled cheese though...and he likes toast with butter and apricot jam. If he's having a hard time eating things, then I'll make that for myself and give him some of it. He's still going strong with the purees thankfully, and he gets a fruit one at lunch and a meat and veggie one at dinner. I'm sure that we need to wean him off of those, but if it ain't broke....
And, yep, I totally bribed him with the TV remotes so that he would lay on his back for these pictures. Parenting win.
Me and Him
We have been trying to conceive (TTC) since July 2012, and it's been a long road. After 4 unsuccessful IUIs (artificial inseminations) and countless heartache, we have decided to move forward with in vitro fertilization (IVF). Even though it's insanely expensive, it has the highest chance for success (75%) and it's our best hope. One of the most frustrating things about our infertility is that there is absolutely nothing wrong with either of us (that they can test). Oftentimes IVF also is diagnostic, so along with hoping for a happy, healthy baby, we are hoping for some answers. This is our journey, and we appreciate any prayers along they way.