Friday, October 27, 2006

Mama

He does this hilarious thing with his mouth now when he gets impatient. He kind of reminds me of a little baby bird.



This goes along with another new skill he's learned, consonants, Mama and Baba in particular. Sadly no Dada quite yet. I know he doesn't have any idea of what he's saying, but it still has the ability to make my heart burst when I hear it. Especially when it coincides with tears.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

1 little, 2 little, 3 little pumpkins

So last night I started a photography class with my friend Sarah and our first assignment was to take photos involving a particular color. I picked orange in case you couldn't tell by this photo. The rest of the class had better get used to Mr. Pumpkin here being my favorite subject matter. Yes, I'm absolutely fine with being that person.

note how well he coordinates with the pumpkins

Jamie also came along on my mad photo escapade and got some great Ann Geddes type photos of her daughter Clara. So adorable. I thought my head would explode from the proliferation of babies and pumpkins. It was almost too much to handle.

Sweet little Jake thankfully humored me. He was bug eyed as usual with this completely bewildered look on his face. I can't even imagine what could have been going through that little head of his.

I imagine it might have been something like, "So what's the deal? What are these things? Why am I here sitting with all these big... oooh hay!".

that's my hand trying to stop Jake from ingesting large amounts of hay.
Photo courtesy of Jamie.
He tasted it (might I add, against my best efforts) & the pumpkin too.
He wasn't pleased and he had this look of utter disappointment on his face like, "For Chrissakes, that's funny, that didn't taste like carrots." .
He got over it. He passed out as soon as we got back to the car. The excitement must have been too much for him.

Friday, October 20, 2006

almost crawling

Stheriously folks. In a matter of minutes, he'll be crawling...


I wonder if that's going to end up being his crawling style... sort of like this guy.



Hey, any excuse to insert a picture of a baby gorilla!

Lately I'll be sitting here typing away while he's over on his play mat (or so I think) and then I'll turn around only to find he's on his way over to the cat food bowl in the next room. He gets around now by sort of a roll, lurch, roll method. None the less, he's making ground. All it's really going to take is for him to figure out the whole coordination thing. The truth is he has a high chance of inheriting the gene that gives me all the grace of a, well, gorilla and if he does it won't be pretty. I think I actually crawled backwards. Sorry kid.

Given the fact that he can now cross room boundries, I know it's a just a matter of time before he wants to get his paws on all the deadly things behind the cabinet doors. So, with that in mind, I got me one of these the other day.

(This wins as the dullest picture ever taken)



This pretty little thing is supposed to keep him out of our bathroom cabinet where our toilet paper, paper towels & my unbelievably large collection of mini hotel shampoos lurk. Honestly it will probably do more good in keeping my kitty brats out of the cabinet. They like to shred. A lot.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

A Visit With Grandma & Grandpa E



We all had great fun with the Grandparents while they were here for just 2 short weeks. Jake got some QT time with them and Jonathan & I got babysitters. We actually had our second "date" (just the 2 of us) since his birth. SO NICE and so missed.
Ah well.
Jake's a lucky little guy to have such a loving family however near or far.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

This Is Your Life!


Create Your Own!

I got crazy with Rock You. Enjoy.

YEAH BABY! Chud's Swing'n New Body Bib.

Jake here is modeling his new full body bib with blue dots designed by Corey Robbins at Petite Violette which is yet another cool baby product on the A list. I can't say that the idea of a vinyl clothing excited me (at least not in this senario), or Jake, but this thing is a must if you don't want to have to change your kids clothes each time they eat. Actually it's not vinyl at all, it's made of polycoated cotton which means it's soft and comfy.

You see, his blue rubber bib ended up a chew toy each time I tried to feed him which lets just say became really, REALLY ANNOYING so I figured there had to be a better way. Plus, these days he really gets into eating. Yes, even mushy peas. And when I say into, I mean face, arms, legs and the clothing around them. It's like it taste better if he can wear the food as well.

Enter food smock. In my opinion, these bibs are pretty darn stylish. PLUS it's fully washable, portable, soft & affordable. I can even see its potential in future art projects. No more hosing the child off in the back yard. Chudley's very happy about that.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

My BoyZ

Jake in his smoking jacket (only he's not allowed to smoke) and Jonathan enjoy a friendly game of , um, not sure what. The top left looks like he's telling Jon to talk to the hand. Probably because he was just informed that it was bedtime. Anyway, they're almost cuter than this.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Guest Blogger Grandma & Grandpa


Dear Auntie Annie & Uncle Brian in Wilmslow

A quick message from Jacob to say hi !! Grandma & Grandpa say
to tell you that I am gorgeous!! They will see you on Monday if I
let them leave.

With love
Jacob

Thursday, October 12, 2006

and there it is...


We've got a tooth people... a lower left one to be exact.
It's just barely popping through, but none the less, it's a bona fide tooth.
You can't see it in this photo so you're just going to have to trust me.
More on this exciting new development later...

Monday, October 9, 2006

good times

So we attended our last baby shower and decorated our last onesie with puffy paint for the year. I won sexiest designed onesie. It was a pink polka dot bikini. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate baby showers (Please note I do not mean to offend anyone by saying this, I had an absolute SUPER time at y'alls showers.)? Even my own was like a living out a phobia nightmare and so far, I've been to about a baby shower a month starting with mine last March. It's kind of insane. I thought the one positive side of my whole shower ordeal was that I made out like a bandit. I really saved a lot of dough, or so I thought. I realize now I must have given it all back at all the other showers I've attended. ah well.

So in addition to the sexy onesie, I also gave the mom-to-be a hooter hider which was one of the coolest mom products I'd found (note I say was). I actually got myself one too and wish I had heard about this thing sooner. It works really great most of the time.

So at the shower, Jake started to get hungry and I decided to pull out my lovely new hooter hider so I could feed him comfortably and discretely amongst the other women. Jake apparently had other plans. Not sure what those were, but if anything it completely undermined my fabulous gift. As soon as I covered him up he started to flail about, his arms and legs darting around, in and out from under the hooter hider in a capsized ladybug sort of way. Meanwhile, the hooter hider had started to shift off of Jake and my now exposed boobs over to my shoulders. So now, I'm wearing a polkadot superhero cape and I'm flashing the whole room. GREAT! My friend Jamie who was also at the shower, and I might add turned me on to this product, said it looked like I was trying to wrestle an octopus. thanks kid. So much for the idea of nursing discretely in public and showing the mom-to-be how great my gift works. It was pretty humiliating. I even heard a, "Maybe he's not hungry!" remark amidst the laughter and pointing. Yes thank you keen observer, because if it weren't for you I might have possibly force fed my son being that I can't read my own kids hunger cues. I might be a bit over-sensitive about this. Anyway, after witnessing that whole thing she'll probably return my gift as soon as she has the chance. sigh.

sniff.

months alive, 6. colds, 3.
Who new these babies were such germy breeding grounds. I mean, I'm not a total idiot believe it or not. I new they got sick, just not so darn much. When I was flipping through one of my A-Z baby books the last time Jake had a cold, I read that in the first 2 years you can expect your kid to get at least 10-12 colds and more if they're in a daycare. I thought there's just no way! I'm starting to realize it's not all a myth. I've had a couple colds myself since he's been around and I never used to get sick. These babies are all carriers.

It's kind of sad too because at first I didn't believe him. I honestly thought he was just faking it and that's only because lately he's adopted this silly little fake cough that he does, well, because he can I guess. When he notices I'm paying too much attention to something other than him, he'll go, Cough cough cough and then look at me all expectantly, and then I'll go, "yes Jake honey, that's an awful cough.", and he'll look very pleased with himself. He'd then get the big, round eyes again, and go, Cough cough cough Smile cough. The fake cough will usually end about there once I've dropped whatever it was that I was doing and devoted all my attention to him. It would only start again the next time he wanted my attention.

However, this time, he's for real. He coughed and whimpered all night long. It's very sad. At 4 this morning, I dug the humidifier, aspirator and nasal spray out of their short hibernation and nursed him for a really long time. Luckily, these days I sort of feel like a seasoned expert in the handling of colds. I can now aspirate his snot, in the dark, without mistakenly giving him a lobotomy. You could also say I'm handling things a bit better these days. I haven't, so far, suffered from any major, irrational panic attacks or searched Webmd for Tuberculosis symptoms. It's nice to know we're figuring things out. So, I guess we're doing more or less okay all things considered. We're just sort of lurching along.

Wednesday, October 4, 2006

6 Months Old


Gotta love our mad singing skills...

So we celebrated the big 6 monther with cupcakes and inoculations. The latter wasn't as pleasant & that's why I felt the need for cupcakes. Not that I ever really need the excuse for cupcakes. Jake of course, asked me to eat his for him because he's watching his waistline. I however, am still eating for 2 so I, of course, accepted. Not that he needs to watch the waistline, he's only gained about 6 oz in the last month bringing him to 17lb. 12 oz. and 26 inches long. He's slow and steady hanging out right at the 75% for height and 50% for weight. He's the most gorgeous, alert baby you've ever seen. Everyone says so, and they will also always say he's got the biggest eyes they've ever seen. I seriously can't believe it's been 6 months, HALF A YEAR, since I popped him out onto this strange little planet. I just watch him with such amazement that I have to bite my lip. It completely shocks me that this wonderful little person somehow exists because of Jonathan & I. I know I'm being an annoying gusher, but I can't help it. Let's face it, I'm a convert & I'll no longer roll my eyes (or worse) at another parent for gushing...

The doctor reminded me today that in the next month he may start crawling so I need to get to childproofing. I'm so not ready that. We have so far done the bare minimal by putting some childproof latches on our cupboards, but that was really done a few years ago to keep the cats out. We have one of those homes where friends of our with kids are afraid to come over. Lots of glassware, expensive books and pointy, heavy deathtraps lurking about. ugg. I feel like I need to wrap everything in bubble wrap...even Jake.

Six months also brings about some questions one must ask themselves. Nursing for one. On one hand, I would love to have my body back and have the days of being a moo-cow finally over. Then on the other hand, I could see myself happily nursing him well into kindergarten. I seriously won't, in case any of you are really concerned. Way too Last Emperor for me. But I still find it hard to imagine giving it up. A lot of mothers would have stopped by now, and understandably so, but I figure if I can why not. He not biting me or telling me that his new professor at Harvard sucks. For now, I'm going to keep going. Like I said, why not. PLUS, I need to get priority bulkhead seating for our U.K. flight this December and that goes to nursing mums. Reason enough for me.