Okay, so the stinker is really getting around. It's very cute, and I'm so excited. NOT! He is constantly spewing spit out of every side of his mouth as he travels from here to there. The accompanying noises are HILARIOUS! However, combine the oral developments with his new favorite toys and we have a serious hazard on our hands.
Despite hoards of multi-colored balls, bells, and rattles, the child wants nothing to do with any of it. Ignoring a growing chew-toy collection, he continues to seek out electronic devices and their cords. The X-Box, computer, controllers, cell phone, just now he was chewing on the dehumidifier.
"Why don't you baby proof?" you may be asking yourself. I echo your inquiry. Why don't I baby proof? I have an even better plan. I am going to fill his play area with every cord I can get my hands on. Different colors, lengths, textures, you name it! Then I'm going to blockade all the "safe" baby toys in a corner somewhere, just out of his reach. Maybe then, he'll actually play with them!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
the beginning of the end
The baby is trying to crawl. He gets up on his hands and knees and then does a face dive into the carpet! It is soooo funny, and he laughs too! Two nights ago, I laid him down on his back and went to get something in the kitchen. I came back into the room completely perplexed and amazed...
The kid was about 3 feet removed from where I lay him. He somehow managed to get himself to the computer cord, and X-box cord, both at the same time, both in his mouth, and one in each hand. Now how in the world did he do all that without actually crawling?? My husband said "This is the beginning of the end."
The kid was about 3 feet removed from where I lay him. He somehow managed to get himself to the computer cord, and X-box cord, both at the same time, both in his mouth, and one in each hand. Now how in the world did he do all that without actually crawling?? My husband said "This is the beginning of the end."
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Peter Cottontail
There's this children's song about a rabbit named Peter Cottontail... Perhaps you've heard it? If not, never fear! I will write the lyrics here for you to enjoy. First, you must know that I make up my own lyrics when I'm not sure how a song goes, or if I don't like certain words.
I remembered this song on a whim last spring. We were driving up to visit Noah at about 3am and saw this cute little bunny jumping around in the bushes. Wow, what a lengthy intro, I'm sure the suspense is just about killing you. So, without further ado,
"Here comes Peter Cottontail,
hoppin' down the bunny trail,
hippity hoppity hoppin all the way!
Hoppin bunnies hand in hand,
hoppin all across the land,
hippity hoppity hoppin all the way!"
I wish I could sing it to you, because it is VERY fun to sing over and over (and over again). I like to sing it when I am nannying.
Speaking of rabbits, these kids love, and I mean LOVE them some carrots. I boiled a batch for the 1 yr. old to try and the 3 yr. old snatched them up and ate them off the little guy's highchair. Then a different day, I handed the 3 yr. old a handful to "give these to your brother please." He shoveled them into his mouth en route to the highchair and the 1 yr old ended up with one half of one carrot.
Strange, I thought kids were supposed to hate their veggies. The first time I fed them to my son, I said to my cousin "Noah's about to try carrots for the first time. Perhaps I'll get a carrot facial." she responded "DEFINITELY a possibility...at least it will be good for your eyes."
Here's some pics of my little cottontail enjoying 3 (count 'em THREE!!!) baby food containers of the orange mushy goodness.
(in this one, he just finished knocking the spoon and the container of carrots onto the floor)
("FEEEEEEED ME, Daddy!")
("Uhhhh, I think I'm gonna barf")
Oh yeah, and one more little tidbit: I bought some baby carrots tonight and boiled them and mixed them in the blender. Then I filled all the empty baby food containers with the mush and stacked them in the fridge. Hm. That wasn't as hard as I thought it would be (to "make my own baby food."). However, did I loose all the nutrients in the water? Oh well, Peter will still gobble them up, I'm sure!
I remembered this song on a whim last spring. We were driving up to visit Noah at about 3am and saw this cute little bunny jumping around in the bushes. Wow, what a lengthy intro, I'm sure the suspense is just about killing you. So, without further ado,
"Here comes Peter Cottontail,
hoppin' down the bunny trail,
hippity hoppity hoppin all the way!
Hoppin bunnies hand in hand,
hoppin all across the land,
hippity hoppity hoppin all the way!"
I wish I could sing it to you, because it is VERY fun to sing over and over (and over again). I like to sing it when I am nannying.
Speaking of rabbits, these kids love, and I mean LOVE them some carrots. I boiled a batch for the 1 yr. old to try and the 3 yr. old snatched them up and ate them off the little guy's highchair. Then a different day, I handed the 3 yr. old a handful to "give these to your brother please." He shoveled them into his mouth en route to the highchair and the 1 yr old ended up with one half of one carrot.
Strange, I thought kids were supposed to hate their veggies. The first time I fed them to my son, I said to my cousin "Noah's about to try carrots for the first time. Perhaps I'll get a carrot facial." she responded "DEFINITELY a possibility...at least it will be good for your eyes."
Here's some pics of my little cottontail enjoying 3 (count 'em THREE!!!) baby food containers of the orange mushy goodness.
(in this one, he just finished knocking the spoon and the container of carrots onto the floor)
("FEEEEEEED ME, Daddy!")
("Uhhhh, I think I'm gonna barf")
Oh yeah, and one more little tidbit: I bought some baby carrots tonight and boiled them and mixed them in the blender. Then I filled all the empty baby food containers with the mush and stacked them in the fridge. Hm. That wasn't as hard as I thought it would be (to "make my own baby food."). However, did I loose all the nutrients in the water? Oh well, Peter will still gobble them up, I'm sure!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
why is it that
1. I can never find my keys
2. If I've got my keys, I don't know were I put my license, or glasses, or something else...
3. I'm never tired when Noah is napping
4. I'm very sleepy when he is about to wake-up
5. It gets dark here at 4pm (4 O'CLOCK P-M PEOPLE!!!)
6. I run out of shaving gel halfway through my second leg
7. I never get sick of Taco Bell's 7 layer burritos (even though I feel like barfing after each one I've eaten) Yum!
8. My pregnant friend doesn't want me to see pictures of the baby belly (yeah, you know who you are!!!)
9. (One added by me dear friend) Why is it that I am always ten minutes late for work, no matter what? Actually, I am always ten minutes late, period.
On that note; gotta make a run for the border! Oops, I mean on "that note" being note number 7...
2. If I've got my keys, I don't know were I put my license, or glasses, or something else...
3. I'm never tired when Noah is napping
4. I'm very sleepy when he is about to wake-up
5. It gets dark here at 4pm (4 O'CLOCK P-M PEOPLE!!!)
6. I run out of shaving gel halfway through my second leg
7. I never get sick of Taco Bell's 7 layer burritos (even though I feel like barfing after each one I've eaten) Yum!
8. My pregnant friend doesn't want me to see pictures of the baby belly (yeah, you know who you are!!!)
9. (One added by me dear friend) Why is it that I am always ten minutes late for work, no matter what? Actually, I am always ten minutes late, period.
On that note; gotta make a run for the border! Oops, I mean on "that note" being note number 7...
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
POWER-give it a chance!!
The pictures on this post may make you upset(?). It's not my intent; they are of Noah when he was very sick. At the time, I took them because I knew they would be an ultimate testimony to the grace of God. I have only recently felt comfortable sharing them with anyone. I figure I might as well share them with everyone, because I hope that anyone who reads this blog will take a moment to consider God's love...
Other than "Now I lay me..." I never spent much time in prayer before. When I say before, I mean before the last year and a half of my life. Especially this past year. Many times it takes hardship for someone to turn to the Lord. I certainly found Him to be my strength through the trials of 2008.
I have been thinking a lot lately about the Power of Prayer. It is just majestic to be in the presence of the Lord, and be able to speak to Him. I have seen Him answer prayers first hand, and hope that you take a minute to read about it...
Often times, pre-mature babies are neurologically traumatized by their stay in the NICU. In place of a quiet, dark womb; glaring lights, LOUD beeping machines, pokes, prods, and other intrusions abound. Many preemies have fussy early childhoods as a result of the shock to their underdeveloped nervous systems. As you can see by Noah's pics, he has managed to escape this (and many other) "side effects" of an extremely early birth.
When Noah was born, I received many emails asking if he could be added to prayer lists. The requests increased after he fell deathly ill at 2 weeks old. Here are some pictures of him afer his transfer to a higher level NICU...
That is a normal-sized computer screen to the left of his bed.
They had to leave him out of an incubator because he needed so much care.
His skin started peeling off and his entire body swelled up the following day. (I did not take any pictures of that, thought these would be enough!)
We kept talking to him, and he finally peeked at us!
As he neared his discharge, his nurses told me there had been many days when they believed that he would not make it. One said "Babies in his condition usually have LOTS of complications, or die." He made it through sepsis (toxicity of the blood, which also caused his kidneys to fail, and damage to his lungs), and NEC (Necrotizing Endercolitis), without a single surgery.
I remember once when his neighbor was having surgery. The baby was only about 4 lbs. and had the cutest little cry. His father was sitting in a rocking chair ten or so feet away as the doctors worked on his little son. It was heart-wrenching to watch in an already tramatic environment.
I do not want anyone to say "Oh my gosh, poor Kelly," or "You are so strong," or anything like that. I want you to realize that my son was protected by the absolute Power of Prayer.
Of course, you don't have to take my word on it. But if you want to know, there is a scripture to back it up...
Today, I read Amos chapter 7. In this specific chapter, God is fed up with the Israelites. He sends Amos 3 visions of the destruction of His people. Amos prays (verse 2)"...Oh Sovereign Lord, please forgive your people! Unless you relent, Israel will not survive, for we are only a small nation" (verse 3) "So the Lord relented and did not fulfill the vision 'I won't do it.' He said."
I encourage you to take a moment and enter into the presence of God, through Jesus Christ. I hope you will take (even) a moment to talk with your Heavenly Father today, and experience His power...
Other than "Now I lay me..." I never spent much time in prayer before. When I say before, I mean before the last year and a half of my life. Especially this past year. Many times it takes hardship for someone to turn to the Lord. I certainly found Him to be my strength through the trials of 2008.
I have been thinking a lot lately about the Power of Prayer. It is just majestic to be in the presence of the Lord, and be able to speak to Him. I have seen Him answer prayers first hand, and hope that you take a minute to read about it...
Often times, pre-mature babies are neurologically traumatized by their stay in the NICU. In place of a quiet, dark womb; glaring lights, LOUD beeping machines, pokes, prods, and other intrusions abound. Many preemies have fussy early childhoods as a result of the shock to their underdeveloped nervous systems. As you can see by Noah's pics, he has managed to escape this (and many other) "side effects" of an extremely early birth.
When Noah was born, I received many emails asking if he could be added to prayer lists. The requests increased after he fell deathly ill at 2 weeks old. Here are some pictures of him afer his transfer to a higher level NICU...
That is a normal-sized computer screen to the left of his bed.
They had to leave him out of an incubator because he needed so much care.
His skin started peeling off and his entire body swelled up the following day. (I did not take any pictures of that, thought these would be enough!)
We kept talking to him, and he finally peeked at us!
As he neared his discharge, his nurses told me there had been many days when they believed that he would not make it. One said "Babies in his condition usually have LOTS of complications, or die." He made it through sepsis (toxicity of the blood, which also caused his kidneys to fail, and damage to his lungs), and NEC (Necrotizing Endercolitis), without a single surgery.
I remember once when his neighbor was having surgery. The baby was only about 4 lbs. and had the cutest little cry. His father was sitting in a rocking chair ten or so feet away as the doctors worked on his little son. It was heart-wrenching to watch in an already tramatic environment.
I do not want anyone to say "Oh my gosh, poor Kelly," or "You are so strong," or anything like that. I want you to realize that my son was protected by the absolute Power of Prayer.
Of course, you don't have to take my word on it. But if you want to know, there is a scripture to back it up...
Today, I read Amos chapter 7. In this specific chapter, God is fed up with the Israelites. He sends Amos 3 visions of the destruction of His people. Amos prays (verse 2)"...Oh Sovereign Lord, please forgive your people! Unless you relent, Israel will not survive, for we are only a small nation" (verse 3) "So the Lord relented and did not fulfill the vision 'I won't do it.' He said."
I encourage you to take a moment and enter into the presence of God, through Jesus Christ. I hope you will take (even) a moment to talk with your Heavenly Father today, and experience His power...
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