Come!

In the last day or two you’ve started grabbing onto my hand, and lightly pulling me along after you to wherever it is you want to go. You’ve also started using the gesture ‘come’, standing a few feet away but beckoning us by motioning with your hand for us to come to you. It is adorable.

Jamma Jamma Jamma Jamma PJ’s

I am a creature of habit, methodical and pragmatic. I do not like change or to switch things up, which, coincidentally, is exactly what I hear about babies also. I particularly don’t like change when it relates to you. You have become a regular, sleep through the night baby. It is wonderful. We have a proven routine, and I like to think that the routine is part of the reason you’re sleeping so well. And of course, the routine even extends into your sleepwear, your sleep sack, your little lovie you take to bed, and the sleep sheep softly ushering you to sleep with soothing sounds.

But, you keep getting bigger and bigger, and you’re outgrowing your pj’s. To date you’ve always worn footed pj’s to bed. Even now that we’re clearly in the throes of summer, I couldn’t imagine breaking from tradition and putting you to sleep in something different, so I instead switched to a lighter weight sleep sack. But, you’re still outgrowing your pj’s, and I cannot find any footed pj’s anywhere. It seems that no baby, sized 12-18 months, wears footed pj’s to bed in the summer. All I can find are shorts and top combos, or one pieces that are shorts. I just worry you’ll be cold. And not sleep through the night! And everything with your perfect sleep routine will fall apart. Ok, that’s a bit dramatic, but it is a potential risk I suppose.

So, I shopped this weekend on a mission to find something for you to sleep in. And again, I could not find any footed pj’s. So, I bought a pants and long-sleeved top pj combo, figuring we’ll give it a try. I washed it and we put it on you last night. And you didn’t sleep! Maybe I’m reading into this, and maybe you didn’t feel well, but you were up, and fussy, from 10 pm until 2 am. Finally, around midnight, we took off the new pj’s and put on old ones, hoping that the pj swap would get you to sleep. It didn’t fully work.

I’m not sure what was going on, but I haven’t been brave enough to try the new pj’s since. For the time being you’re wearing too-small footed sleepers, and I’m on a hunt for some that will fit.

Guilty

I am awed by you daily. How quickly you are able to learn new things, your never-ending curiosity to explore the world unbounded by fear, the near-by-the-minute rate at which you are growing and changing, even your giggle and ability to solicit laughs from me take my breath away. And it is this ‘blog worthy’ stream of events that are making me feel guilty, guilty that I’ve been unable to keep up this blog like I would like to. Guilty that I am missing capturing the little moments of each day that awe me. I’m trying to file them away in my memory, and I am trying to keep up with the blog, but it’s hard to keep up with the amazingness that is you!

Riding the Horse

You’ve shown no interest in riding your rocking horse until this evening. Papa was over tonight, and he was playing with you in your room. You walked over to it and crawled on, and with his minimal support, you started rocking it. You ‘talked’ excitedly and hugged your legs around the horse to keep you. You loved it. You then got off, carried the horse into the living room and rode it some more. I’m not sure what fueled your desire to ride him all of a sudden, but you sure enjoyed it.

Jamma Jamma Jamma Jamma PJ’s

I am a creature of habit, methodical and pragmatic. I do not like change or to switch things up, which, coincidentally, is exactly what I hear about babies also. I particularly don’t like change when it relates to you. You have become a regular, sleep through the night baby. It is wonderful. We have a proven routine, and I like to think that the routine is part of the reason you’re sleeping so well. And of course, the routine even extends into your sleepwear, your sleep sack, your little lovie you take to bed, and the sleep sheep softly ushering you to sleep with soothing sounds.

But, you keep getting bigger and bigger, and you’re outgrowing your pj’s. To date you’ve always worn footed pj’s to bed. Even now that we’re clearly in the throes of summer, I couldn’t imagine breaking from tradition and putting you to sleep in something different, so I instead switched to a lighter weight sleep sack. But, you’re still outgrowing your pj’s, and I cannot find any footed pj’s anywhere. It seems that no baby, sized 12-18 months, wears footed pj’s to bed in the summer. All I can find are shorts and top combos, or one pieces that are shorts. I just worry you’ll be cold. And not sleep through the night! And everything with your perfect sleep routine will fall apart. Ok, that’s a bit dramatic, but it is a potential risk I suppose.

So, I shopped this weekend on a mission to find something for you to sleep in. And again, I could not find any footed pj’s. So, I bought a pants and long-sleeved top pj combo, figuring we’ll give it a try. I washed it and we put it on you tonight. And you didn’t sleep! Maybe I’m reading into this, and maybe you didn’t feel well, but you were up, and fussy, from 10 pm until 2 am. Finally, around midnight, we took off the new pj’s and put on old ones, hoping that the pj swap would get you to sleep. It didn’t fully work.

I’m not sure what was going on, but I haven’t been brave enough to try the new pj’s since. For the time being you’re wearing too-small footed sleepers, and I’m on a hunt for some that will fit.

Father’s Day: Part 2

We celebrated Father’s Day with Papa and Nana up in Breckenridge. We opened gifts at the house then headed out for a nice brunch. You sat through virtually the entire meal, it was amazing! We brought along a toothbrush of yours, and that kept you entertained for many minutes. Then we headed down the mountains to spend the afternoon at home and set up the bike trailer.

Helping Papa open gifts

Helping Papa open gifts


You loved the card (it played music), and wanted him to open it over and over

You loved the card (it played music), and wanted him to open it over and over


We bought a bike trailer for you to ride in and it arrived a few days ago. Your dad has been so anxious to put it together and take you for a ride. Today he proclaimed that it was his Father’s Day wish to hook up the trailer and ride down to The Sun for a beer. You helped him put it together, happily climbing in and exploring while he was still building it and waving the tall red flags back and forth (with luckily no eye poking). We put your helmet on, strapped you and your dog in, loaded you up with snacks and water, and took off for the mile ride down to the bar. You were intensely focused on getting your helmet off, and you focused on that the whole way. You weren’t unhappy, but you definitely didn’t sit back and enjoy the ride. Just about the time we arrived at our destination you’d almost reached your frustration level with the helmet. You were very happy when we took it off. However, throughout our entire meal you kept walking from our outdoor table to the trailer, climbing in and out of it, and taking objects from the table to the trailer. You seem pretty happy with it, if only you’ll get that comfortable with the helmet.
First ride in the trailer

First ride in the trailer

Door Opening Expert

It is amazing how quickly you’ve learned to open doors and explore areas that aren’t meant for your little hands and feet and body. Unfortunately all of our doors off of the main living space have horizontal knobs, the kind that you just pull down, and then pull the door toward you and they open. You’ve learned to pull down and pull toward you and open all of these doors. For our bedrooms, there are also baby gates in the doorways, so we can simply close those to keep you out. But the one door causing us the most problems is that leading into the garage and the back bedroom. You are obsessed with heading into the garage for exploration. You love digging through the recycling bin, playing with your bike or the various soccer balls, and going through the numerous kid-inappropriate items in there. We’ll pick you up and carry you back to our living room, only to have you immediately head back out there. Finally your nana put an ottoman in front of the door, and she said you got very mad and started throwing toys and books around.

Finally I found a safety lock for this type of handle, and put it on tonight. We knew you were going to be upset when you discovered you could no longer open the door, and it was sad but a little humorous to watch you try and try to open the door, then realize in frustration that you could not and totally melt down. You’ve of course gotten over it, though you’re quick to capitalize on the moments when we forget to engage the lock. We try to lock it when you’re not watching, because we know that if you see us do it a couple times you’ll quickly learn how to unlock the safety lock. You sure do make life interesting sweet pea.

No More Blowing Kisses

You’ve pretty abruptly stopped the act of blowing kisses. I am so sad because it was such a heartfelt, enduring action, and it literally made my day every morning when I left the house and you blew me a kiss. I wish I had it on video.

Pool Time

You’ve been spending lots of time playing outside in your pool and with your water table. You have a tiny water bucket and enjoy carrying water from the pool to the plants. You get a little overzealous with your watering, and we’ve had to move the plants up so you can’t water them (or pet them ‘gently’ (but not so gently, really)) anymore. You are too cute.

Filling the bucket

Filling the bucket

So much fun with your bucket

So much fun with your bucket

Belly Pillow

For the past couple of weeks, when I am sitting or lying down, you lift my shirt and place your cheek against my belly and lie down. We snuggle this way for a few seconds up to many minutes, depending what type of mood you’re in. We’ve gotten into the routine of doing this each morning after our walk, our ‘post-walk snuggle time’, I call it. I’ve been contemplating why you’re doing this, wondering if you can hear my heart and breathing and if that’s something you find comfort in. Or perhaps you’re cold, or trying to find my belly button, an activity that you used to be so amused by.

I mentioned this to nana yesterday and she immediately responded that you’re missing our closeness that resulted from all the time we spent cuddled together while nursing, virtually joined as one. Through the past couple of months I’ve transitioned from nursing you multiple times a day, slowing dropping one session at a time, down to just the one session that we’re doing now, at night. I’ve been reading about weaning, trying to understand the benefits and considerations of the timing of weaning you, and of how to do it. I’ve read that the benefits of nursing go behind just nutrition; they include comfort and security and bonding, for both of us. But despite all of this research, I failed to realize that as I’ve been slowly weaning you, you’ve been needing more closeness with me. I was looking for you to show signs that you were wanting to nurse, obviously reaching for or grabbing for me and attempting to do so. Since this has never happened, and since you seamlessly transitioned to drinking cow milk from a bottle, I assumed you were handling it well.

But when your nana shed light on what was going on, it hit me that of course, you were missing that connection. And then I started crying.

How could I have not realized this? Had I understood that this was going on, I would have weaned you even more slowly, I would’ve paid more attention to trying to get in more skin-to-skin time, I would’ve been more sensitive to the signs you were showing me. I’m not sure how to resolve this now, other than to try to provide as much snuggle time as I can and hope that it’s what you need.