Better Late than Never 28 Weeks

Happy 28 weeks to Mr. Man!



This week’s picture features him trying to sit up. Because only fools lay on their back. At least, that’s his new theory. He HATES his back. Absolutely hates it. If laid on his back, he rolls immediately to his stomach. From there, he tries to crawl. He can get up on his hands and knees now, and can even shuffle backward a bit, but he can’t quite get his limbs to move in sync to go forward. If he can’t roll to his stomach for some reason, he tries to sit up. Also featured in this week’s picture, peach fuzz! You can just barely see it, but I promise, it’s there! He has a fine layer of peach fuzz all over that head.

It’s now Wednesday, and Mitchell has spent the last three days completely away from me all day. Monday and Wednesday afternoon he spent at the sitter’s. He has a good time and she texts me pictures throughout the day of him playing with her children, so it’s really the best possible situation. But goodness, it’s hard to look at the positive when I miss the kid THIS MUCH. All I want to do when I get home is sit and cuddle him. No sharing.

Aunt T and I held our own 6 month photo shoot this weekend. Hopefully soon I’ll get around to editing the pictures. For now, here’s a preview.


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Such a Sad Day…

Tomorrow is a very sad day. It’ll be the first time someone other than Justin or I care for Mitchell. He starts going to a babysitter for a few afternoons a week next week and spending the rest of the time with Justin. I can’t tell you how sad I am. I knew the transition would be hard, but I never dreamed it would be this hard. It’s terrible! Here are a couple videos so you can see the cuteness I’m going to miss from now on.

And a few pictures.

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27 Weeks and Easter Pictures!

This is going to be very picture-heavy and have very little text because it’s currently almost 10, I have so much left to do, and, let’s face it, the pictures I’m about to share are SO DARN CUTE I really don’t need to talk about them.

One disclaimer: no animals were hurt in the making of these pictures. Ok, maybe a little shaken up, yes, but when a 6 month old grabs you by the face and tries to eat you, you’re going to be a bit shaken up. But they all walked away.

So first, 27 weeks!


Next: new food and making our way across the bedroom floor and Easter pictures!



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Dear Son

Dear Son,

Happy six months! I know you’ve be wten six months old for almost an entire week, but I’ve just now found the time to write you a note.

So far you’ve taken six months in stride. I thought for sure you’d have a tooth by today, because all last week your gums were terribly sore, but so far, nothing. Just lots of slobber.

You’re currently lying between your father and I on the bed. Not sleeping, because you took a couple very long naps today and have a (little too much energy. You’re playing with Justin’s book and just discovered the laptop (this note will take about twice as long now that I have to keep deleting the letters you manage to hit). You’re the most curious little man I’ve ever met. You’ve been described as studious, and that’s probably a perfect description. Many babies get excited and giggle about new things, but you approach new things with a level of concentration most adults can’t even hold. You zone in on the new thing and work it around and try to discover everything there is to see about it. Only then will you start to play with it and crack a smile. Speaking of smiles, you have a new facial expression this week – the smirk. I’ve tried like crazy to get a picture of it, but haven’t been successful quite yet. It’s absolutely adorable, though.

Today you took a two-hour nap in my arms. Like all the other times it’s happened, I couldn’t help but feel that it was the best thing in the world. You sporadically woke up, looked around, finally settled your eyes on me, and went back to sleep. I know one of these days I’ll regret all the times I let you sleep with me, but I hope in my most extreme annoyance I remember just how perfect it feels right now.

Your favorite things right now are me, daddy, Kingsley, your pacifier, and books, probably in that order. I hope I never forget the look of sheer bliss that comes across your face when you see your daddy or me walk into sight. I just can’t help but be ecstatic when I’m around you. Your happiness is contagious. We’ve started giving you teething cookies, and it’s tripled your value in the dogs’ eyes. Of course, you love this. Laika always waits until you’ve moved from a place to scavenge for remnants, but Kingsley just helps himself. The other day I gave you your first teething cracker and you grabbed it, looked at it, and reached over and handed it to Kingsley. You did the exact same thing with the second. Needless to say, you’re number one in his book. I don’t know where you stash your pacifiers, but you seem to always find one when left alone for any amount of time. You love all types of books – board books, picture books, whatever book your father or I am reading, and even magazines (but, to be fair, you just eat the magazines). I hope this is a sign of your pending intelligence (Mommy’s little retirement plan!).

I just can’t put into words how much I love you. I love spending time with you. I still can’t even imagine leaving you with someone else. It’s not that I fear that something will happen to you while I’m gone. I know you’ll be well taken care of, but I can’t stand the thought of missing a single moment of time with you! Obsessive? Yes. Probably. But when you giggle or flash a new facial expression, I feel like I’ve won the lottery. Today, all three of us spent the day in our pajamas just playing together on the couch, and I have to say, it was one of the best days I’ve had in a very long time. I hope there is a rich benefactor somewhere in our lineage and our future is filled with just days on the couch. That’s the best possible future I can imagine.

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6 Months!

Little man is a whole six months old!


I just can’t believe that six months and a day ago, he entered our world. On one hand, it seems like he just can’t be this old already, but on the other, I can’t believe he’s only been in our lives for six months.

Good news, he’s still at work with me! Finding childcare has proven to be a tremendous undertaking. There’s literally not a single center in town accepting infants, and the few in-home places I’ve seen have left me crying. So my boss said I could take another few weeks to find something. I can’t tell you how much better I feel! I’m sure in a few weeks I’ll be just as sad as I was last week, but hey, I have a few weeks to be ecstatic with life again.

I plan on posting a much better 6 month celebratory entry, but for right now, you’re going to have to be satisfied with a pictures post, because Mitchell just went to sleep and I’m exhausted. And sleep sounds so much better than blogging right now.

These are very Kingsley-heavy pictures, because Kingsley is Mitchell’s favorite thing this week. And I mean FAVORITE. And since Mitchell is eating more solid food and therefore throwing more solid food, Mitchell is Kingsley’s favorite thing, too.

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25 Weeks

On time two weeks in a row! I’m going to have to stop this. People may get the wrong idea, like I’m not a procrastinator or something. Happy 25 weeks to my little man!


He’s getting so big. A few days ago he learned the “b” sound and he’s loving it. He looks like one of the Sesame Street puppets that went around opening and closing his mouth. I can’t remember what his bit was or even what sound he was making, I just remember his mouth made a very exaggerated movement going up and down, and Mitchell puffs his cheeks out while he’s making the “b” sound so he resembles the puppet. He doesn’t even think twice about rolling over now. He doesn’t do it as much on the floor, but in his crib or the playpen he rolls all around. Depending on how liberally you define crawling, he may have even started attempting that. In his playpen, he will push himself up on his hands and feet (legs not bent), launch himself forward, and then do it all over again until he’s on the other side of the playpen. On the couch, he just digs his feet into the couch and pushes himself forward. No pulling himself by his arms yet, but he’s always had ridiculously strong legs, so it’s not that surprising that he favors them. Honestly, as much as he prefers sitting, I’m surprised that he’s attempting crawling at all. I figured he’d be one of those babies that scoots around on his bottom. He’s eaten sweet potatoes, peas, pears, and started squash tonight. He hasn’t done very bad at any of them, but still, I was very surprised tonight when he didn’t make even a little bit of a face at the squash. He just started eating it like he’d always been eating it. I think he’s more used to solid food than I am at this point. Seriously, there’s nothing in the entire world that could have prepared me for solid food poo. It’s like the only digestion it goes through between his mouth and his butt is to have a massive amount of stink added to it. Other than that, it looks exactly like it went in. Which, according to Justin, has completely turned him off of sweet potatoes. It is a little unnerving.

I can’t wait for fifteen years from now when I can point this next part out to Mitchell: Justin and I are the funniest people he knows. Of course, it hurts my pride a little bit that the dog runs a VERY close second. But all we have to do is enter the room and he starts giggling. It’s fantastic. It lifts my spirits tremendously whenever I see his giant toothless (still!) grin and hear his gurgling laugh. And I’ve needed that lately, because this is Mitchell’s last week at work with me. Beginning next week, he stays home with daddy while I work, then Justin will head to work when I get home. We vastly underestimated the waiting lists for most daycares. I can’t tell you how terrible I’ve been feeling. I honestly never imagined that I wouldn’t be staying home with him. Justin was supposed to be done with school, but unfortunately, you can’t rush genius (or a picky boss). I cried pretty much all day Sunday, with brief breaks while I attempted to pretend everything was hunky dory. I don’t know that I fooled anyone. I’ve been holding it together pretty well yesterday and today, but it’s only a matter of time before Niagara Falls hits. I keep telling myself that millions of mothers do it, so it can’t be all that bad, but then I think about how I’m going to miss his first crawl, and his first step, and his first word, and I lose it again. I want to stomp my feet and yell that it isn’t fair, but it is fair. I’ve been so tremendously lucky to spend his first six months with him, and I need to just be thankful that Justin will be able to enjoy time with him as well.

Hey, want to move on to a more depressing subject? Today would have been his Aunt Kelsey’s twentieth birthday. Goodness, I miss that girl. I imagine we would have had to kick her out of the house on multiple occasions since Mitchell’s birth, because she loved babies and kids of all ages. Thank goodness he has three other aunts who love him dearly so he will never know the pain of missing her. I wouldn’t wish that pain on my worst enemy.

Well, if you’ve made it through that depressing post, you deserve some pictures.

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