speedracer

Let me just say that I love LOVE crawling Noah. He is so very much fun, even though I'm constantly running after him trying to prevent electrocution (loves the power strips), drowning (pulling up on the toilet is a nasty favorite), sutures (pulling up on an open dishwasher is often not a good choice), and other injuries... BUT he can entertain himself and me! I love watching him do his thing. It seems like he used to need my help last week to do things when he was a "slow crawler" and now he is practically changing his own diapers.

This is noah making a break for it...he likes to escape when I'm not looking. Adam & I have watched him climb the entire staircase (closely, of course) several times....we especially like to do it about 6pm to wear his little self out before bed. He thinks he is so big and bad when he gets to the top. He just squeals like "look at me, I'm so big, I just climbed the stairs" and wants to do it again. Another favorite of mine, which I don't have a picture of, is the Jailhouse Rock. There is a baby gate (thank God for those) in the hall upstairs and he loves to shake it and dance. I must get a pic and possibly a movie of this b/c it's too cute.

I'm ready for our move. Let's not say that I'm packing yet, but I'm definately thinking about it. Adam is constantly studying, so it's like we don't even live together anymore anyway! He lives at the hospital. And just knowing we have a big old beautiful house waiting for us an hour from shirley & jay makes living in this squeaky, tiny apartment that much more miserable! Not that I want to leave adam....I just want to move into our house....it just happens to be 450 miles from Adam.

Book recommendation for anybody who reads that reads this--The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. Not b/c it was on Oprah's list, but b/c it's a great historical fiction. Don't be intimidated by almost 1000 pages....it goes fast!

First Fever

Today is a milestone for me as a mommy...I've been through my first fever. And I feel terrible! Yesterday was mother's day out and he was acting puny before I took him. He didn't have fever but he was snotty. However, he's been snotty since November, so I didn't really think anything of that. Just to be safe, though, I had one of the anesthesiologists at Scottish Rite take a look in his ears before I took him to school...they said they were fine. In a nutshell, after I picked him up from school, he had 102 fever. I felt like such a bad mommy! And so we did the tylenol, motrin, humidifier, etc last night & I thought he would feel better this morning. 103.4 this morning, oh, he was so pittiful!!! The bad mommy feelings got worse. We have been having a stay-in-our-PJs-all-day today and I held him for his entire morning nap. Guilt goes a long way with me. I even let him watch TV....we never even turn it on, and today he watched 2 morning shows with me. (I still feel bad that someone else is probably sick in his class b/c I took him to school yesterday...nevermind the person he caught it from LAST wednesday). So, he's down for an afternoon nap, no mommy, just in the crib all alone. I hope he is able to sleep a while.







That is the thing with the first-go-round...you don't know these things. No amount of nursing would have prepared me for what it's like when your own child has a fever or is coming down with something. Looking back on the past few days, it's pretty clear that something was going on, I just chalked it up to teething or some other vague excuse that "they" always use (whoever "they" are). So now I know...if he's not wanting to eat, not sleeping well, fussy way more than usual...he might be getting sick. It seems so easy to diagnose that now. However, next time all of those things happen, it may be teething or some other such thing. I suppose you're never 100% certain when it comes to small people who can't speak English very well.

Noah & Ellie Scott at Chuy's (our favorite Mexican place in Dallas....we shall miss it greatly) He does great at restaurants...just stick him in the high chair & he's happy!

Noah clowning around trying to show off some new tricks, like standing up for a little while before bumping his little noggin on his table on the way down :)

Homeowners and Crawling

It is surreal to say "we bought a house last Friday". Really, because we can't actually move into it yet...it's just sitting there, empty, waiting for us to come home to it. But how fun is that!? Adam & I have a grown-up house now, and all of the stuff that goes with it, like a mortgage (which neither of us have ever experienced before) and the pressing urge to buy a lawn mower. Excited, but nervous. I'm excited about all of the shopping, but he is nervous. :) There are rugs to measure for, and furniture to buy...my list goes on and on. But, for now, I have to just be fine with having shelter because we have to wait on the decorating till Adam actually starts working & getting paid. Unfortunately, they're not paying residents enough to live in and decorate houses of this size. We know it's big, but we bought with intentions of filling her up with kids over the next few years. Looking around our apartment, I'd say we're about half-way full, just with Noah's stuff.

We are so unbelievably blessed with friends in Dallas that it is going to be really hard to leave...but then we're so very excited to be moving closer to grandparents and aunts and uncles and family friends that it makes the move a little more sweet than bitter. I'm just praying that we can find a group of friends in Jonesboro who are as supportive and loving and fun as our friends here in Dallas have been. Through all of my pregnancies and miscarriages and then having Noah, and not knowing what to do with him some days, my friends really pulled me through! Noah has been a little additon to my friends' families and their kids to ours & that has been so much fun!!

Speaking of the little devil...he's crawling. He's been working on it for about 2 weeks now, and I think he's got it down. He isn't lightning-fast yet, but I feel that will be here in a matter of days. Today, I was drying my hair in my bedroom and he was in his room playing on the floor. The mirror in my vanity faces out my door and into his room so I can see him playing behind me. Then I see him coming toward me. Before I knew it, he was there at my feet, trying to gnaw on the cord of the hair-dryer. Great. not only is he crawling, but he has a death-wish.

He's a happy kid from what I see. His teachers tell me (at Mother's Day Out) that he's "aggressive". I think he just knows what he wants....and goes for it. (hence, toys dragged all over my house) He's not capable of meanness or aggression, yet, in my opinion. So, I'm just going to ignore their observation for now. They also tell me he won't play alone, that he has to be held all day long. Right now, he's sitting on the mat by himself, playing with a tube of A&D ointment (his favorite toy...just try to take it away from him, you'll see. he takes it everywhere, but I digress), just talking away and smiling. I guess it varies day-to-day. And he did just get up from a nap & is extra happy. But he always does better at home with me. I need to resist the urge to take him out of the program, though, because he needs that socialization, I think. Also, he's entering separation-anxiety and it's getting worse by the day. When I see him cry for me, it just breaks my heart, and it is so hard to leave him there when he's crying. But I do. I guess I have to. And there he goes. He's had enough alone-time, needs some attention.

Shots for us all

Screaming @ 8 weeks and then big grins now...the payoff is so sweet. I know your heart has to grow when you have two, then three. Because mine is so full right now, it could burst!! Noah's first plane ride was a cinch. He was a champ the whole time....getting on the plane with all our we'll-just-call-it-"stuff" was a different story all together.
Christmas morning, and Santa came. Loads of toys, and what does the little boy like best? The package of links that cost 2 bucks. Go figure.

Yesterday was Noah's 6 month check-up...and we both got shots! Okay, first of all, 6 months? How did he get to be 6 months old? He's actually 6 1/2 months, if you want to count it. He was 27 inches long (only 2 more inches in the infant carrier, big step) and 17lb, 6 oz. My little baby is growing up into a big boy. He's sitting up, grabbing toys away from you when he wants them, pushing buttons, stealing the remote (I secretly think Adam is teaching him tricks behind my back), eating everything from blueberries and mango to steak and potatoes...and loving it! So where did those 6 months go? And what did we do? We spent so much time in the beginning trying to get him to stop crying, that I think I missed (or don't remember, or blocked out) the first 4 months. So that leaves 2. And in those two months, there was vacation to Florida, starting mother's day out, Thanksgiving, Christmas, & New Year's...so that didn't leave much downtime. I guess, looking back, we were pretty busy. But I can honestly say (apart from a few evenings at 630 when Adam still wasn't home from work & I was really grouchy and Noah was really grouchy) I have LOVED every minute of being at home with Noah. I wouldn't trade in one day. (Well, I do trade in one half-day. I get Wednesdays from 9-3 & he gets to make new friends and learn coping skills without mommy there to hold him. His teachers say he has "Lap-itis" likes to be in your lap all day....and we're working on getting rid of that nasty disease) But how much fun is my job? I get to teach this little man to love everything around him and watch his face when he sees, smells or tastes something new. It is truly priceless. I know there will be days (and probably have already been days) where I'll want to cash out and go back to the "real-world of work" but I can't imagine not doing this.

I remember when he was about 10 weeks old and I drove to Mom & Dad's in Olive Branch for his sip and see...he cried for about 6 1/2 hours in the car. I thought for sure I wouldn't make it...really, really. But I did, and every day, when he smiles and giggles and talks and grabs my neck and hugs so tight, all those hours of screaming were worth it. You can read a hundred books and nothing prepares you for all of this in mommy-dom. How fun!!

The Real Santa Claus

Noah went to see Santa...the one I talked about before. I thought I needed to show pictures so people would see what I was talking about. Noah told him what he wanted, and guess what?! He got it ALL. (that could have absolutely no correlation to the fact that his grandparents are doting and love to spoil him...naaahh!) However, there is one correction to my previous statements about said Santa Claus...he does have a job. He's a child psychologist! Perfect!!

Christmas at the Mall

Every year I think the same thing at Christmas...why do I go to the mall? I did almost every bit of my shopping online this year, and was DONE by December 1. However, I still felt the need to go to the mall on Saturday. Why did we do this? Adam and I parked the car after much discussion about how behavior is markedly UN-Christmaslike when parking a car at the mall....and proceded to go into what I think is a lovely mall the other 11 months of the year. Now, I will say that I love shopping, and love a mall at any time of year. BUT I especially love a mall at Christmas. Not just the decorations, but the people running around (and even though it's consumerism at its peak, it is still people buying gifts for other people). And Northpark is more over the top than any other mall in America. This is due to, I think, its Santa Claus. He makes enough cash being Santa at Northpark that he does not have to work the rest of the year. Some say he is the real Santa. Now, I'm not saying there is no Santa...but if there is, this guy is probably him. He has a fabulous white beard that is fluffy, not scratchy, real live soft white hair, and his suit is Oh-so-luxurious and velvety. I'm willing to put money on the bowl-full-of-jelly-jiggle, too, but I didn't see him laugh that hard. His cheeks are rosy, and there are probably reindeer hiding out in the back room with the elves. To see this man, and sit on his lap for a minute or two, you must take a number. Really. Some have taken their number at 10 in the morning, gotten in some shopping, eaten lunch, seen a movie,and still had to wait a while when they got back. My friend went to see Santa the other day. She arrived right after opening. at 10am. She was number 95. Santa also takes a lunch break, and I think the camera broke at one point. She had her little one on his lap by 4 p.m. That is, if you count getting to-and-from the mall, a full work day for most! Who says being a mom isn't a full time job ;)

All I'm saying is...if you're in Dallas around Christmas, you should go to Northpark and sit on Santa's lap. (you may just get what you ask for)

sleep & other topics

Well, I never thought sleep would become so precious. I mean, I always have enjoyed 8 hours. (Okay, okay, I need 8 hours) But who knew that I would feel so terrible after several months of disrupted sleep?? Noah was a great night-sleeper for a while--even when he was crying most of the daytime, he would sleep at night. About a month ago, about the time we went on vacation, he started this waking-up-thing. And Mommy didn't like. So we Ferberized him. It's been about 2 weeks now of peaceful sleep from 7 p.m. till 7 a.m. We still have the occasional "ahhh" in the middle of the night, but he puts himself quietly back to sleep. He's a pro now....I put him in the crib and he goes to sleep! Who knew it could be so easy? I say easy....meaning several nights of absolute hell in order to achieve this lofty goal of 12 hours of sleep. But we made it, and he still smiles at me and loves on me in the morning when I wake him up. (notice, I said, WAKE HIM up...sometimes I actually have to get him up at 7!!) It is great.



We went to Austin this past weekend for Baker's wedding, which was lovely. And our car was broken into in the hotel parking lot. Adam takes this as a personal attack....he just gets so down about it. I think, and I may be wrong, that we both like to think people are good down deep...and then something like this happens, and you're sure that people aren't good, but you have to keep on thinking that they are or else you get depressed. So you're caught. You actually know that people can be awful, but you have to (for your own sake) believe that they are good. confusing, I know.

But we have lots to be thankful for: it didn't rain on the way home, there was hardly any traffic, it was about 20 degrees warmer than usual in December, and apparantly Noah likes to ride in a car with a piece of plastic with duct tape over the window (he slept the entire way home). we really didn't have much in the car...the carseat was in there, but not taken. and we were all safe, as far as crime goes, it could have been much worse.

Adam is on the bike, Noah is down for the night, and I need to read my book for book club next week. I think if you're hosting book club, you should probably read the book, right? Happy Reading...