Friday, January 30, 2009

The difference six months makes

Here is another "Holy Crap our kid is HUGE" example:
Carter at one week old (sorry Carter - this isn't the most flattering picture)

Carter at (almost) six months old:



Thursday, January 29, 2009

Holy Crap - How Old is He?

Seriously. Is this a glimpse of a 4 year old?

Looking forward to these days...

A friend of mine sent me an email forward (which I typically don't like email forwards ... because they are usually about religion in schools or why Obama is secretly working with demons and plotting to destroy us all ... but this one doesn't have any of that stuff in it. But if a certain someone doesn't stop sending me those forwards ... i WILL start to post them AND YOUR NAME AND ADDRESS. Yea - you know who you are).

Below is the note that went to the teacher after mommy discovered what her darling child had turned in at school:

Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Smith

Snot Snot Everywhere


Carter has another cold. ANOTHER COLD.

I want to get frustrated that he gets sick a lot ... but it's 100% my fault. I have zero immune system. Seriously, a plane could fly over at 10,000 feet - and if someone in that plane had a cold ... I would get it. And then I would proceeded to give it to my poor unsuspecting baby.

So I have been spending my evenings rocking Carter and propping his head up just enough to drain snot appropriately ... but not so much to make him uncomfortable or rolly. It's a fine art - this baby propping.

I won't even touch on how unpleasant it is to get snot out of a baby's nose. Whoever invented those bulb syringe things that “suck snot out” should have to be forced to use them daily …on their own nose – just to see how ineffectively they really are.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Sponge Carter Stinky Pants

Where did my tiny baby go? He looks more like a little boy now. When he wears little jeans i want to hug him and squeeze him all day long. So stinking cute

Who Does Number Two Work For?

We started Carter on number 2 foods today. We were so scared to start him on the next level of food. I can't quite say why. I guess when I saw flavors like "ground turkey and gravy" I sort of figured he wasn't there yet. Or maybe i'm not ready to change turkey and gravy poop.

I guess Carter was ready for number two foods though. He seemed pretty happy about it.


Monday, January 26, 2009

Week 25


Technically (if you go by weeks) Carter is 6 months old. But since he was born August 4th - and we're suppose to go by months ... he's not quite 6 months yet. Regardless, he is large and in charge.
He now rolls, both ways. We have only actually witnessed him rolling from his stomach to his back. But we have seen the results of him rolling from his back to his stomach now. We keep finding him laying on his stomach in the mornings with one leg and one arm hanging out of his crib ... yet fully asleep.

Last night it took both of us to wedge his chubby little baby leg back through the crib rails.

Also this month, he learned that faces are fun to look at AND play with. When you talk to him now ... he grabs for (and then manhandles) your face. It's somewhat cute ... yet somewhat weird.

He also learned that mommy and daddy make great jungle gyms.


Saturday, January 24, 2009

Johnny Jump Up

Here is Carter in the "Johnny Jump up" jumper. This was my brothers jumper and then mine.



My favorite part about the Johnny Jump Up isn't that Carter plays and laughs and laughs. It's that the box actually claims that it "frees mothers for LONG periods of time." So, i'm off to get my nails done, thanks Johnny Jump Up.



I Love NY

Chad picked this onesie up during a recent trip to NYC. So Carter is representin'



Surprisingly, there are no "I love Lakewood" onesies.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Babies first gym membership


We signed up for the local YMCA today. We didn't know that babies had to get i.d. cards too. I have to laugh that Carter's first i.d. card has a horrible sleeping/double chin picture. Poor little guy.
I appreciate that the mommy i.d. card didn't say, "mommy needs this ymca because she has saggy baby fat skin, and loves that the YMCA provides babysitting/time away from the baby."

I am not above going to the YMCA in the morning just to take a shower and put makeup on. I have no problem with not actually having used any workout machines ... what-so-ever. So if you happen to frequent the Lakewood YMCA and notice that some lady comes in, drops her kid off in the babysitting area and then just goes to the showers ... don't judge.
Also - don't judge me for joining a YMCA that has junk about "a christian environment" as it's mission statement. I HAVE SAGGY BABY FAT still - it's WAY more important than my ideals.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Watching history happen is tiring

Carter and I watched the inauguration of Barack Obama today. I hope he can understand someday just how historic today was. And I hope he is proud that he watched history being made. And I hope he is proud that he went to the polls on voting day to help make this happen. And, while i'm on a roll - I also hope he sleeps through the night tonight.



History is tiring.


Monday, January 19, 2009

Our big moose

Here is Carter at one week old. The size of a one week old.


Here is Carter at 5 and a half months old. The size of a 9 month old.


Dare I wonder how big he will be at 12 months?

Friday, January 16, 2009

Feeling Much Better

The medication must be kicking in. Carter has been all play today. He woke up and was insta-happy and wanted to play asap. And outside of one nap time melt down ... he has been pretty happy all day. Thank god for baby tylenol and ear medication.

With that being said, grandma Gottschalk is coming over tonight to babysit ... and mommy and daddy are going to happy hour. Mommy needs a beer. I know that we will only be out for an hour or two - but I am freakishly excited.


Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Mommy Needs a Drink

The number one reason I love not being pregnant:


If there's a mommy hell...

If in fact there is a special place in hell for bad mommies (you know, where they put Joan Crawford...and where britney spears will go) then I may be heading there. Unless I can redeem myself with other good-mommy deeds.

Carter has been crabby for DAYS. He isn't so much crying all of the time ... but he is letting out these slow, long moans. The type that makes your sanity slowly slip away ... bit by bit. To the point that I was so frustrated that I actually told him to "suck it." Yup - bad mommy.

As it turns out, he has another tooth coming in and has another ear infection. Say it with me, "Poor little guy." Or, "BAD MOMMY - poor little guy." So he has medication now and plenty of teething toys to chew on.

Here is Carter all bundled and ready to go to the dr's office.

In other news - he crawls now. Backwards ... but it still counts. My kid doesn't have to crawl forward just because society says it's the norm. Screw you society...my kid's gonna crawl backwards all he wants.

See - my sanity is gone. Gone

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Grandpa, Carter has a request ...


Baby it's cold outside



Cleveland (well, Northeast Ohio) was dumped on this past weekend (and continues to get more snow as we speak...er..type). It's finally at the amount of snow required to hide how dirty and nasty Cleveland is. That's why I like winter so much - it hides the nastiness of my city.
We didn't really go out a lot ... it was just too cold. Chad shoveled constantly, Layla ran around and ate snow, Brutus glared at us from a corner, I drank more wine, and Carter got all bundled up so he could get his 0.2 seconds of fresh air. And then he screamed at me for daring to cover his hands.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Prunes, Poo and other things starting with "P"



Whoever told me that feeding prunes to a baby wasn’t that big of a deal should be shot! I can’t remember who it was…but when I do…that person is getting an earful. I guess I knew that something would happen from prunes…but I didn’t anticipate World War Three exploding in his pants for two days straight.

I was sitting on my couch this morning typing out an email and heard him making poo-ish noises. Well, I looked over just in time to see the leg holes of his pj’s completely fill up with poo – all the way down to his toes. I mean, he could have had leg shaped poo in his pjs for how filled up the legs were. Then poo started to seep out through the fabric.

Needless to say, we went upstairs to get changed and I decided to bath him. And what does my lovely child do then you ask? I’ll tell you – he pees all down the front of me after I pick him up to dry him off after his bath … AND THEN GIGGLES.

If I had to guess, I would think he lost about 2 pounds from this morning’s episode. Just a ball park guess though.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Wrath of an angry stay at home mom

Well, Chad and I found our dream home. And the only thing standing in our way of being in it right now ... a moron realtor. We actually found it in October and wanted to put a bid in on it - but the realtor told us it was under contract. So we pissed and moaned about it for a week or two. And then last night I saw the same house on a real estate website.

Here - it had been relisted in December and the realtor never called us to let us bid on it. Now, does she think I have anything better to do than make her life a living hell for standing in my way of my dream home? I'm a stay at home mom...I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO LADY.

Any suggestions on how to get us into this home are welcome. In fact, if you just want the realtors phone number to call her and annoy her - feel free to ask for that too.

Oh IT'S WAR

Monday, January 5, 2009

Oh so close


Carter has started to enjoy tummy time more and more. And he is starting to brace himself up on his arms ... which makes me slightly nervous - yet somewhat excited.


Sunday, January 4, 2009

These feet were made for chewing on ... and that's just what he'll do

Carter likes his feet so much (specifically, he likes chewing on them) that sometimes we take his socks off or unbutton his pj's and let him chew on his feet. I'm not sure if this is weird or normal ... or if there is a such thing as "weird" or "normal" with babies ... but he is pretty happy when we do it. I hope my kid doesn't end up a crazy foot fetish freak.






5 Months Old

Little Carter turned 5 months old today. He now wears pj's sized for a 9 month old and socks for a 12 month old. So, perhaps "little" isn't the correct word. But he's still our little man.

Uncle Andy bought him this hat. I can't help but think that if I threw a quarter at him - maybe he'd hand me a newspaper. Is that wrong of me?



I love diaper pictures of Carter. Probably because he's happiest when he's half naked.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Happy New Years

Carter says, "Happy New Years everyone!"

We brought Carter on his first vacation this week to celebrate the new year. Trad, Michael, Chad, Carter and I all went to a beautiful cabin in Hocking Hills for New Years. It was wonderful. Totally secluded, very relaxing, and surprisingly easy with a baby.

I probably didn’t have to pack his entire nursery to come with us, but hey – now I know.
We ate fondue, homemade sushi, drank wine (and formula) and sat in front of the fire. It was great. Just the way the new year should be rung in (minus me falling asleep before midnight on new years eve ... opps).


Trad fed Carter his squishy food.



Michael and I bathed Carter in the big boy bath tub.
And Carter played and played the whole time. Mainly with his feet - but some with us too.