Welcome to Seven Months

So far, seven months is the greatest Baby Graham age yet. He is working on crawling, I overheard Aimee tell one of the other parents that he would be crawling within the month. I consider her an expert on all things baby. Graham, unlike every other baby I know LOVES to be on his belly and play on the floor. Jr. used to FREAK OUT the minute he was on his stomach. I didn't think he would ever crawl. He pretty much didn't, he just rolled and then walked. I am so not ready for Graham to walk.


It hit me pretty hard this weekend that he is our last baby so as he hits every developmental milestone, that also means that he is becoming less and less of my baby.


We are ready to be done with "baby", but it doesn't make it any easier to mourn the loss of my sweet tiny little man. Not so much with Jr. I don't know why, but it seems like we were always in a great big hurry to see that kid grow up.



See how his haircut makes him look so darn cute - try to overlook the blue lips. He just sat there all spaced out sucking on his marker. To this, his dad said - "Okay Buddy - no more markers, just crayons from now on!" Yeah right. If Jr. even sees the marker aisle at Target and you don't go down it and purchase new markers, well lets just put it this way - SOMEONE is getting Child Protective Services called on them. I am sure marker deprivation is some sort of child abuse.






Jr. had the stomach bug this last week and into the weekend. Boy howdy, nothing brings you to your knees like a sick kid. Baby Graham refused to be put down for longer than one minute and of course Ed was completely paralyzed by pain from his - eh hem - man surgery. He is a champ though.


Oh and I got a new camera - I was thinking that if I got something nice and fancy all of a sudden my photos would get really smashing. Well so much for that. They are still mediocre. Luckily I have two super cute models so you won't notice.

Fishin'

Jr. woke up from his nap today yelling "Momma! I want to go fishing! I want to catch a big fish!" The perfect storm aligned, Ed came home from work early, Graham was in a good mood, it was sort of warm and we found the Batman fishing pole. It took us down to Spring Meadow Lake to look for some open water. No fish, but it got us all talking about spring. How amazing and awesome our lives will be once it warms up a little bit. A new boat (90% sure), getting the stroller rolling, exploring the trails, fishing and swimming at the lake 3 blocks away from us. . . . Vitamin D. . . ahhhh sunshine. more sunshine. need sunshine.


This is the shitty time of winter - it is almost over, the snow is gone and all that is left is ice. You can't want the warm weather too much or too publicly because cold wet snow will hit you like a slap in the face. The weather bimbo just announced that it is going to keep getting colder. DAMN YOU WEATHER BIMBO! DAMN YOU AND YOUR MINI JACKETS SMIRKY FACE SIMLE!

Just like a slap in the face, the camera is not doing well. Half of the time it doesn't open and then the battery dies in 5 minutes AND we lost the charger. The photos look like crapola. Ug. Time to go buy a new one. I really want a big fancy one, but I am somewhere less than an amatur. I want to take better photos and even learn someday to be a good photographer. Someday when I have more time. So that is kind of my excuse for the low blog density, bad camera, no photos.

But then who reads this blog to hear me whine. About the boys.



Graham rolls to get everywhere and wants to get into everything. He is so curious, such an investigator and damn is he cute! I mean so cute. He is such a good baby too. Always happy. He quit napping at daycare though, which is super stressful for me and I hate going to pick him up and having a sad red eyed baby - we call him zombie baby. He usually naps after work and then wakes up briefly for dinner and a bath, then back to sleep. It is hard because the only time I get so spend with him all day is those brief hours where he smiles at me behind those tired tired eyes. Aimee assures me that he will come around. I make up for it on my days off, lots of snuggles.




Jr. started his birthday list while we were at Target today. First on the list, a nerf double sided axe for "big boys". He also wanted a sweatshirt with skulls on it, a bunch of games, some toy tools and some dog bones, for Selma. Man I love that kid. I need to figure out a synonym for sassy, but that is the best term to describe him. In fact, I must tell him at least 100 times a day, "STOP SASSING ME!"

Since I started saying at home more, I get a lot more kisses and hugs. I also get a lot of him telling me I am beautiful and telling me he loves me. I have to remember that even though toddlers are a-holes, their sweetness completely makes you forget. . .


It still amazed me how much I love those two boys. It is crazy. You can't even put it into words.

Dear Jr.,

Please, please, please sweet man, go to bed and go to sleep. Bedtime does not need to be stretched into 3 hours and several trips to the bathroom to "poop on the toilet!"

In return I promise that I will yell less overall. You are the sweetest most smoochable "almost 3 year-old" and I want to spend more time loving you and playing with you and spend less time getting after you. How can someone so sweet be so sassy?

I am so proud of you. You are so wicked smart. You are so fun, strong and agile, I can't help but beam with pride with just about everything you do. You are also such a WONDERFUL big brother to Graham, thank you baby.

I love you so much, my heart aches.

Love, Mom

P.S. our camera is circling the drain. Damn.

Dear Graham,

Please don't quit nursing. It is way too early. Thank you.

Love, Mom.

P.S. Sorry about the constipation. I hope you know that I love you so much I actually pulled poop out of your butt. I am sure I will not fail to mention that when you are older, but please understand that it was pretty nasty.

P.P.S. I love you like crazy.