Babies. I like them.
Posted on | September 2, 2010 | 6 Comments
Aw, remember when I was crazy pregnant? Wasn’t that so stressful fun?
I’m not gonna lie- I think about more babies a lot. I love Knox so much, I go back and forth over whether I would want five more because I do love him so much or whether I would want no more because I want to give him all of my attention. Lately, I settle on having five more (shhh, don’t tell Trevor… that number makes him nervous). We’ve talked about when we want to start trying again, but the reality of the situation is that we’re not on birth control, so if it happens, it happens. I don’t think that will be the case, just with our previous fertility issues and me still nursing, but I know that anything can happen… God could have something exciting in store for us. If it happens randomly, we’d both be excited, of course, and that would settle the whole discussion right there. If it’s left up to us, we would probably start trying when Knox is 2. I pray that all it takes is a little Metformin and a lot of prayer like before, but again, you never know.
I do think it’s funny how time erases certain memories, or at least the effectiveness of those memories. For example, I was a completely psychotic pregnant person. No really… I was certifiably off my rocker. I cried daily five times a day every other minute a lot, stressed out over every teeny tiny thing and drove my poor husband nearly out of his mind. In my head, I remember that. In my heart, not so much. What do I remember about pregnancy when I look back? Feeling Knox move, kick and squirm. Seeing him in ultrasounds. Daydreaming about how it would feel when I held him for the first time. All of the good things. Selective memory? You betcha. Even though I was a really bad pregnant person, the outcome was so worth it.
Of course, should there be a next time around, I’ll be better. I hope so, anyway. I will know that lightening crotch is normal and my baby isn’t about to bust out of my hoo ha. I will know that no amount of poking at my stomach will maim my child (okay, that one I knew last time, but I chose to still freak out over it). I will know what it feels like with those harmless Braxton Hicks turn into something entirely different. I will know to trust my instincts when something feels off. I will know to trust in God, above all, to take care of me and our baby. I didn’t do enough trusting last time, that I know for sure.
The gist of all of this rambling is this: I love being a mother. I love Trevor as a father. I love Knox. And I love LOVE. I can’t wait to see what lies ahead for us, but regardless of whether it’s no more babies or ten more babies (Trevor just passed out somewhere upon me typing that sentence), I have been so incredibly blessed. Life is good.
How to aggravate a baby
Posted on | September 1, 2010 | 2 Comments
It’s super easy. Just sew a tiny monkey toy into his pocket. I fell in love with these precious shorts from Gymboree a couple of months ago, and of course, we had to get them with our Gymbucks.
They are ridiculously adorable. And ridiculously irritating to Knox who REALLY wants that monkey. I mean, he wants it bad. Every time I put these shorts on him, I just watch and wait for him to rediscover that “Oh yeah! A monkey is in my pocket!” You can almost see the gears turning in his head, and then the confusion comes across his face as to why he can’t manage to get this darn monkey into his mouth. Today, he discovered the monkey while I was carrying him up to my office, and well, it’s kinda hard to hang onto a baby and a diaper bag when said baby folds himself in half in a desperate (yet futile) attempt to eat the monkey. I have to say that this kid has perseverance. Eventually, he gives up, but not before trying his darndest (and getting that pocket very slobbery).
Note to Gymboree: in the future, attach the toy to the pocket with velcro instead of sewing it in. Or at least make the string longer. You’re driving the kids bananas. <– Yes, I did it. Don’t hate me because I’m corny like that.
Knox Noms: Stone Fruit
Posted on | August 31, 2010 | 5 Comments
One of my favorite, favorite fruits is the peach. We grow tons of them here in SC, and they’re delicious this time of year. I decided to make some for Knox, along with some black plums. I wanted to try out baking them as opposed to the steaming I’ve been doing. It was so easy, and they came out incredibly sweet and yummy.
Here’s what you do:
First, pick out some good peaches and plums. Wash them really well because you’re going to bake them with the skin on.
Halve and pit them.
Place them pitted side down in a pan with one inch of water. I did mine in separate pans since plums were new for Knox- I didn’t want to contaminate the peaches if he showed any allergic reaction (he didn’t).
Bake at 400 degrees until the skin blisters. For the plums, it took about 20 minutes, more like 30 for the peaches.
Peel. Have fun- that part kind of sucks. Then, puree the peeled fruit. Obviously, it didn’t take much pureeing on the plums.
Beautiful! Isn’t that plum color awesome?
Finished peaches.
My plums were a touch tart because they weren’t the ripest, so I mixed them with home made applesauce. That was seriously good, I could’ve eaten the whole batch myself! Knox loved it, too. It was one of his favorites thus far, and with the added bonus that it helps keep things “regular.” I’ve been making most of his food a good bit thicker, now, in preparation for adding finger foods in the near future.
Man on the move
Posted on | August 30, 2010 | 7 Comments
Oh my gosh, my baby is almost crawling. I could have a near-panic attack here about how fast he’s growing up, but instead, let’s focus on the cuteness of Knox doing his army man crawl across his blanket. He is going after a watch (what can I say, my child loves bling of any kind… he’s kind of like a squirrel in that respect).
Can you believe that? I can’t. It *just* happened in the past three days, and now he’s scooting around like nobody’s business. He is now a man on a mission when he sees something he wants (like the trash can). His new favorite thing? Crawling over to the Jumperoo, laying underneath it, looking up and touching it with his hand to make the music start. Why is that fun? I don’t know. But he likes it.
I’m not sure how I feel about this growing up thing… one part of me is so incredibly happy to see him progressing and growing up. Because he’s supposed to. That’s the way it works, right? The other part? It screams “SLOW DOWN!” No matter how many times people tell you that kids grow up so fast, you’ll never understand the true implications of that statement until you experience it for yourself. So, at the risk of sounding oh-so-cliche, let me tell y’all, THEY GROW UP SO FAST!
I swear, I just gave birth to him, like, yesterday.
Life Lesson
Posted on | August 27, 2010 | 9 Comments
If you try to steam carrots for baby food and clean the house at the same time, chances are, you’ll forget about the carrots.
The smell is just lovely in here right now.
I’m trying to cover it up with my “Sugar” Scentsy smell, but now it just smells like cotton candy and burnt carrots.
My day off has been oh-so-productive thus far. Now, I am off to get a much-needed hair cut. I am mildly terrified because I’m trying someone new and that nearly always proves to be disastrous. I am only doing it because I have a spa gift card, we’re on a budget and it makes good sense. Hopefully I don’t have to run back to my normal hair lady to fix it because that wouldn’t be good or very budget-friendly.
7 Months
Posted on | August 26, 2010 | 8 Comments
I’m, once again, late on this post. Ten days ago, Knox turned seven months old, which is insane. I know I say that every single month, but seriously, it’s just not right how fast he grows up! The picture-taking sessions are getting more and more lively with him, too. As you can see!
At seven months:
- Knox never stays still. He flips, scoots, rolls and gets into everything.
- Is *this* close to crawling. He is starting to move his back knees into place and can project himself forward, but then starts spinning in circles.
-Still won’t sit up by himself. He can stay up for several seconds, but then dives forward, ready to scoot around. I don’t think he wants to be still.
- Eats a LOT! He still nurses about seven times a day, plus eats cereal and fruit/ veggie for breakfast, fruit/ veggie at lunch and cereal and fruit/ veggie for dinner. He eats oatmeal, rice cereal (not so much anymore), apples, bananas, sweet potatoes, carrots, peas, peaches, nectarines and plums thus far. He loves teething biscuits, too.
-Is extremely talkative and loves the sound of his own voice. He starts talking when we leave the house in the mornings and by the time we get to work, he’s screaming at the top of his lungs and laughing.
- Laughs out loud when something is really funny. Like when you pretend to chase and “get” him.
- Still loves bath time, though it’s hard to bathe someone so wiggly. He is constantly reaching for things and ending up with soap in his mouth.
-Wears size 12 months and size 12-18 months in Gymboree stuff.
- His absolute favorite thing is the VeggieTales theme song. If you just start to sing it, he freaks out and gets so excited. But be prepared: once you start- you can never stop or he’ll get so mad at you! We all now have it downloaded on our phones so we can play it over and over again.
- Notices everything. He watches me like a hawk if I’m doing something, like cooking, and has discovered Abby the dog. Apparently, dogs are fascinating.
I’ve been here the whole time!
Posted on | August 25, 2010 | 5 Comments
Honest! If you were just inundated with a good week’s worth of posts, it’s because I switched to WordPress and couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to connect my new feed with my old one so you guys could see my new posts.
After a frustrating several days, I figured it out. I AM A GENIUS! Okay, not really, since it took me two days to determine how to fix it, but the important thing is that I did figure it out and now you’re here!
It’s been lonely without you!
P.S. If you ever switch to WP and need a good host, Kelly @ Twenty70 Hosting is lovely. She didn’t even get mad at me when I sent her a good 25 irritating emails every five minutes. I’m not getting paid to say that, it’s just true.
Oh yeah? Well I’ll bite your nipple
Posted on | August 24, 2010 | 2 Comments
My super power has faded, it seems. Since the day Knox was born, I have held a secret power: boobies. It seems that in any situation, all I have to do is nurse him and things get better. Knox is upset and nothing helps? I can fix that. Boobies. Knox is tired and won’t sleep? I’ve got it. Boobies. Knox is ornery and just irritating the crap out of us? No problem. Boobies.
It is a sad, sad day, guys. The boobs are no longer effective.
Last night, the little stinker refused to go to sleep. I mean, he was quite furious with us for even thinking about making him go to bed. I cuddled him in the rocking chair, lights dim and tried to nurse him to make him sleep.
He bit me.
It seems that he has figured out that the secret to staying awake now belongs to him: all he has to do is bite at that thing and it will go away. And he can stay awake. Glorious news! (for him, not us, obviously)
Today it’s the same thing. Oh well. Maybe he’ll just exhaust himself and pass out.
I’m not sure.
Posted on | August 23, 2010 | 9 Comments
Okay, this whole WordPress thing, I don’t think it’s working out. I know it’s new, and I need to give it some time, but I don’t like it. I just don’t. My comment box is filled with spam, all of a sudden there is some weird site stealing my posts and it just doesn’t FEEL right. I think I’m going to switch back. Maybe I’m just not cool enough for WordPress, y’all.
Now that that’s out of the way…
This weekend was a really good one. We went to Sunday school for the first time yesterday, and I have to say, I was so nervous! I haven’t been since I was making frames out of popsicle sticks, so it’s definitely been a while. At least I had Trevor with me as moral support! Our church started a new class for young married people, and we figured that sounded like a good fit. So far, there are five couples in there, but as big as our church is, I am sure it will grow quickly. Every one was super nice, and I think it will be a great opportunity to fellowship with some new friends.
Knox spent an entire two hours in the nursery! This was a big step for me, as a completely neurotic and hovering mother. The nursery workers said he did great during Sunday school, when I went to check on him between SS and church. I needed to feed him, so I asked where the nearest bathroom was, and I was told “Oh, we have a nursing room.” Seriously!! Coolest thing ever! I was so excited! They have a small room with a comfy armchair that adjoins the two baby nurseries where you can nurse in private. I think that is so amazing and thoughtful for them to put into the design of the church. Knox did great during the church service too, and even napped in the swing for a bit. When we came back, he was dangerously close to eating another baby’s face, but he was totally the instigator. This new face eating thing is getting out of hand! He does it to Trevor and I constantly. He pinches your cheeks or neck skin and pulls your chin into his mouth and slices you with his hard gums. Yowch! Anyway, back to the topic at hand, he did great at church. 
Super Baby!
Posted on | August 22, 2010 | 2 Comments
I could just eat him up!
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