10-Month Observations of Baby and Me!10-months! Do you all realize that a year ago today so many of us were big fat constipated hormonal hot messes trying to pull our chairs up to the buffet to eat our brains out, but only managed to eat three bites because there was barely any room for air in our stretched and swollen bodies, let alone Bob Evans? And look at us now... Getting ready to plan our baby's first birthday. Unreal...
Damn! 10-Months. How?
So, my baby... yes baby, he will be that until he is a year old, even if he does grow taller than me... He is so awesome. I mean so freaking awesome I cannot stand it. In the past month he has really become this little person with SO much personality! He stands, he mumbles, he squeals and talks to animals. He plays by himself, and LOVES babies and kids too. He laughs out of no where, and for the most part is all smiles. He is such a happy baby!
We have a strict routine we follow everyday that I attribute to his easy character and happiness. He sleeps from 8pm-12am then 5-6am every night. He eats breakfast at 8:30, Lunch at 12, and dinner at 6:30 and nurses before his naps. He takes two naps everyday,10am lasting anywhere from 45-minutes to 2-hours, then again at 3:30 from 45-minutes to an hour. The afternoon nap is the only time I have trouble getting him to sleep. But usually a bounce on the bed gets him right out.
Yes, I do know by now he should be able to get himself to sleep, and that he is not techinacally sleeping through the night. But, I am still not ready for sleep training. I can't do it. Sometimes I try, but I can't do it! As soon as he gets to screaming like Freddie Krueger has come for him, I go running. FTD is usually the first one to the door, he can't take the crying at all. As a family, we all are ok with our current routine.
He stands all by himself, but he has to first pull up to standing with the aid of something. He still has not taken the first step, but from standing will lean forward and then land on his knees and hands, or just fall back on his diaper padded bottom. However, when we go to set him down, he straightens out his legs to walk a few steps first with us holding him. Maybe this month... But I learned my lesson with crawling, I am not going to wish for any more unknowns with this brick shit house of a baby.
Speaking of brick house...
Ollie does not miss a meal! He will try anything once, which is awesome. However, he will smack what he doesn't like right out of your hand, off the spoon or his tray. Seriously, he doesn't mess around! He feeds the cat by throwing food down to his drooling waiting chops. It's wrong. I am sure Ollie and the cat can talk to each other. Ollie throws him eggs, chicken and turkey and sometimes a potato, but for the most part, only what the cat will eat. All the other stuff he doesn't like he just trows and laughs. Oliver will also happily eat a pint of strawberries or blueberries in a sitting. Avocado and sweet potato are his favorite veggies. He is not interested in fish. I have also recently learned he wants food with flavor. Plain chicken sucks, but not spicy BBQ is the best. Veggies with lemon pepper go fast.
HE is just plain awesome!
I am... still fighting the ass, thighs and pooch that came with him. I am still nursing, teeth and all. OK, honestly... I am sick of the massive boobs and constipation that come with nursing. I also hate that I am still taking prenatal vitamins. My back hurts because my ab muscles are still worthless, and lifting and holding Ollie's 26 pounds in gnarly! I miss having long fingernails, but we all know I am not going to scratch my little guy again. But when I think of the big picture, I don't care. I have the rest of my life to get myself back together... and well I may just be popping another one out sooner than later, (NO! I AM NOT KNOCKED UP!) so I am not going to stress out about fixing all of the above until number two is safely on his way to cow's milk...
I have come to the realization that my old ideas of body and being are just not logical for me right now. I am still a relatively new mother, I need to enjoy this time as much as possible, without beating the piss out of myself for having weak abs and a fat ass. Besides, I am only interested in impressing my son right now, and all that takes is a ball and some blueberries!
Here are a few of my favorite recent pictures of him.
|He is SO big!|
|He lets me know when he is hungry.|
He crawls to his seat and bangs on it until I put him in it.
|His first baby Mohawk!|
And look at those teeth!
Three on the bottom, 2 up top.
|Posing with his Mohawk.|
He's bad ass in his Darth Vader Jammies.
|Look at those HANDS!|
He can wrap his hand around a Hotwheel.
|So Sweet! |
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