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Thursday, December 26, 2013

Present problems

When I found out I was having a baby in March, I was so excited for Christmas...having a 9 month old at Christmas would be so fun!  Danny and I are both March babies, too, and our parents told us how fun we were at that age. 

I imagined lots of ripping presents open, smiles, laughter, and playing with new toys.

Gibson was pretty much only interested in eating wrapping paper.  And squeezing his presents.  And not opening them.

And then, on Christmas morning, he opened his first present mostly by himself!  He ripped all the paper off, took the book out, and started pointing at the pictures on the front. 

Aaaaand then he decided that he didn't need any more presents.  When we tried to take his book away and gave him another present to open, he screamed and threw the present aside until we gave his book back so he could point at the pictures.

It's probably for the best that Gibson wasn't super interested in opening presents, because that's not the reason we celebrate Christmas.  And the book he insisted on pointing at was about Jesus' birth; what could be better than that?

I'm sure Gibson will be more interested in presents next year, but I hope that he's also more interested in learning about Jesus...this year I tried to tell him about Jesus, but he was more interested in hitting me in the face than listening.  And he was way more interested in pointing at the donkeys in his book than hearing about baby Jesus.

Also, the toy that Gibson loves most so far this Christmas is a rattle that he's had since before he was born.  I put it in his stocking so that he might be more interested in seeing what was inside (a stuffed Bubble Puppy), but it turns out that he only wants to play with the rattle.  Silly kid.  Next year I'm just going to wrap old toys, remote controls, and cell phones for him to open.  I'm sure he would be just as happy!

Monday, December 23, 2013

Chatty Cathy

At his nine month appointment, Gibson's pediatrician was surprised by how verbal he is.

...she obviously doesn't know me very well, because any child of mine is bound to be verbal.

Gibson has started chatting to himself while he plays, and it's the cutest ever!  He's constantly babbling and screaming and making sweet little noises.  And sometimes it seems like he knows what he's trying to say.  He was playing with a monkey the other day and started making monkey sounds: "Eeeee! Eeeeee!" And when he hears the Bubble Guppies theme song he says, "Buh buh!"

We were at my parents' house this weekend for Christmas, and of course we all watched some old home videos from when I was a toddler and my sister was a baby.  And WOAH.



I talked a lot.  A really, really lot.  If I were my parents, I would have taped my mouth shut, for real.

So I'm kind of hoping that Gibson takes after his daddy and doesn't talk as much as I do, but so far he seems to take after me in that area.  Poor kid...he should probably hide the duct tape.
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Thursday, December 19, 2013

Following the leader

Gibson has been getting more mobile every day...it's ridiculous.  He can army crawl pretty quickly now, and is really enjoying it.  We'll be playing in the living room and he'll just randomly scoot away into the dining room...it's strange, because he's always been so content to hang out like a lump in one place!

So I decided to let Gibson lead me around the house to see where he might want to go.  And along the way I learned a few things about him and our house!

Our first trip took us through the entry and down the hall, where we stopped in the doorway to the master bedroom.  I couldn't figure out why Gibson wanted to stop there until I noticed that he was trying to reach the hinge on the door.

Our second trip took us a few feet back down the hallway, where Gibson stopped by his dirty diaper pail.

The third stop was the place where the tile meets the carpet between the dining room and entryway to the house.

The fourth stop was where the tile meets the carpet between the dining room and kitchen.

The fifth trip took us into the kitchen, where Gibson sat and stared at a bag of onions for a minute or two.

The sixth trip took us back down the hallway, where we stopped between the dirty diapers and a closet door which, of course, has hinges.

The seventh trip was crawled, not walked, and stopped right below the thermostat.  And then Gibson got sad because he couldn't reach the thermostat, no matter how hard he tried.

The eighth stop was at the carbon monoxide detector just around the corner from the thermostat.  He inspected (tried to unplug) it for awhile.

The ninth trip took us into the living room, where Gibson stopped at a dog toy and chewed on it.

And now my back hurts from hunching over so Gibson could hold my fingers while he walked.  And Gibson is contentedly chewing on his feet.

Here is what I learned about our house from this adventure:
1) There is a lot of dog hair hanging out where the tile meets the carpet.
2) The thermostat is up way too high on the wall, according to Gibson.
3) The carbon monoxide detector is too low on the wall, according to mom.
4) There are too many dog toys on the floor.
5) Our hinges are super cool.

And what I learned about Gibson:
1) He loves onions.
2) He doesn't like sitting on cold tile when he's not wearing pants.

...then again, who does?

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Banana poop

Warning: this post contains the word "poop."  And also talks about poop.

...not that I've warned you about poop in any previous posts about poop, but better late than never, right?

I mentioned in some other post one time that we do baby-led weaning as a way to introduce Gibson to solid food.  A really short explanation of baby-led weaning:

Instead of spoon feeding a baby purees, you give them chunks of food that they can put in their own mouth.  Before the pincer grasp is developed, it's best to give them pieces of food that are french fry-shaped so they can grab it in their fist and also have some to put in their mouth.  You don't start until 6 months, and you do not put anything in baby's mouth.  The idea is that they have control over what they eat, how much goes in their mouth, how far back in their mouth it goes, etc.  This creates less picky eaters in the future.  And it's also easier for mom and dad because no one has to get splattered with purees at every meal.

Seriously, that was a VERY SHORT explanation.  I read an entire book on it before we started that had WAY MORE information than what I just gave you.  So if you're thinking about doing BLW, don't just go off of what I said.  >Here< is a link to the book I read.  And if you think books are for losers, at least google it.



So anyway.  Since Gibson turned 6 months old, we've been trying to get him interested in eating food.  And the thing is, he's VERY interested...but he has issues with self control, and likes to shove more food in his mouth than should go in there.  And then he gags and throws up.  It's wondrous, let me tell you.  I've tried giving him smaller pieces so he wouldn't shove so much in his mouth, but then he couldn't pick the food up and screamed a lot.  *sigh*

Recently we've really been encouraging him to eat solids since he's getting older, and he's getting it!  Kind of.  There's still some gagging, but there has also been swallowing!  YAY!  My big boy is ingesting solid food, finally!

And how do I know that he's ingesting it?  His poops.  This morning there were lots of banana strings in his poop!  TA DA!


I never thought I would be so excited to see something in my son's poop.  But really, I was SO EXCITED.  I hope this leads to more eating and less gagging.  Because our dinner guests get really grossed out when my child vomits all over his high chair tray in the middle of a meal.

Sorry, friends.  I hope you still want to eat with us.

Also, I apologize for not putting a vomit warning at the beginning of this post.  Maybe next time!
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Monday, December 16, 2013

One of those days...

Gibson and I aren't having a good day.  He's been SO grumpy.  Lots of shrieking.  Makes mommy want to cry.

I have no idea what the problem is.  Maybe teething?  But I can't see any teeth on their way in.  Whatever it is, it needs to stop, please!

Now for some happy news: Gibson is perfect, according to his doctor!  I could have told her that.  He weighed in at 22 pounds 1 ounce and 28.5 inches (although that's what he was a month ago, and he outgrew some onesies...so that's not accurate).  And he has a big head, of course.  Two of his top teeth are fused together, which is why they look kind of crazy.  And he has eczema, which is no fun.  His skin is kind of lizardy, but in photos it just translates as a nice rosy color.  Which is cute!  But I could do without the eczema, for real.

We have done away with bottles except in the middle of the night because Gibson is a big boy who can drink from a straw now.

Gibson stared at some birds in the snow for like five minutes earlier today.  Maybe we should get him some pet birds!

Ha.  NOT.

Gibson ate cottage cheese at lunch and made really funny faces whenever it went into his mouth.

Ok, the end.  Sorry for the randomness.  That's just how my brain is today.

And here are some cute photos!




Friday, December 13, 2013

Soft kitty, warm kitty

My children are basically cats. Let's discuss why.

*sidenote: I say "children" because Ellie feels left out when I don't include her. And she's very catlike.


Cats like to lay in sunbeams and sleep.
Ellie likes to spread out on the window seat and sleep. And also bark.

Cats are only happy when they feel like it.
Gibson decides his own attitude, thankyouverymuch.

Cats like to lay on the back of the couch.
Ellie is an idiot. And lays her 35 pound body on the back of my pretty couch. And licks my ears.


Cats like to play with yarn.
Gibson sits in my lap and plays with the drawstring on my yoga pants.
And also sits next to Danny and chews on his shoestrings.

Cats delicately eat mushy food out of a small crystal bowl.
Ellie inhales food out of a nasty plastic thing. Delicately. Ish.

Cats poop in a litter box that a human then cleans up.
Gibson poops in a diaper, which Ellie his mom cleans up.

Cats lick their paws to keep them clean.
Ellie licks Gibson's hands when there's food on them.

Cats like to bat at toys and play with things that dangle in front of them.
Gibson's favorite thing is when something dangles over his face and he can bat at it.

Cats like to scratch furniture.
Gibson loves scratching every piece of furniture he comes across. And also his mommy's face.

Cats hate snuggling.
Gibson would rather hit himself in the head with a flail than snuggle most of the time.

SEE?? They're pretty much cats. Maybe I'll try to litter train both of them...


I should mention that I know almost nothing about cats except for the stereotypes that are perpetuated by cat food commercials and television shows. And the movie Homeward Bound. So if your cat is loving and wonderful and poops in the toilet, just ignore me.
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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Pooping in my pants

You know those Facebook status games that go around and are super fun? I don't like doing them. I don't know why...I just don't. But recently someone started the pregnancy facts game and I want to do it! But not on Facebook...I'm going to do it here. Because I don't follow the rules. I'm a gangsta, yo.

Also, I'm going to post as many facts as I want instead of letting someone else dictate how many I write. YOU DON'T OWN ME.

1.  I found out I was pregnant when I was barely over 3 weeks along. Super early.
2.  We decided at the beginning of my pregnancy not to find out the baby's sex, and we stuck to it! People told us that we would give up and find out and we didn't. Boo yah, haters!
3.  I had to start wearing maternity pants at 6 weeks because I was so bloated, but I didn't gain any weight until my second trimester.
4.  I ended up gaining just under 60 pounds by the end of my pregnancy.
5.  I lost 40 of those pounds in the week after Gibson was born.
6.  Needless to say, I retained water like a camel at the end. I couldn't wear shoes because my feet were so big, and I have stretch marks on my legs from the swelling.
7.  Speaking of stretch marks, my stomach looks like an atlas.
8.  I felt super adorable when I was pregnant even though I looked like a whale.
9.  I was asked whether I was having twins on a daily basis.  It was incredibly irritating.
10.  I was induced on my due date for high blood pressure and a high level of amniotic fluid. I labored for 15 hours and ended up having a c section.
11.  Gibson was born screaming, and got a 9 for both his apgar scores. Such a smart baby, getting a good grade on his first test!
12.  I had awful hip pain that made it hard for me to walk sometimes. Danny had to carry me to the bathroom once. And I weigh more than him when I'm not pregnant...thank goodness he's strong!
13.  A nice Russian man predicted that I was having a boy, but most people thought Gibson would be a girl. Including me. Where's that mother's intuition everyone talks about?
14.  Danny and I both got a stomach bug when I was 7 months. We ended up in the hospital because I was having contractions, and it was the worst/funniest (it was only funny after the fact) night of our lives. There was lots of vomiting and pooping. It was awful.
15.  In that vein, I may or may not have peed my pants several times while I was pregnant. And I might have pooped in my pants when I had the stomach bug. Or not. I'll never tell.

Pregnancy is glamorous, folks! And now you know so much about me! Here's the last photo we took while I was pregnant so you can see my belly in all its whale-like glory:



And I went a week past that. Maybe there were twins in there and they missed one...

Monday, December 9, 2013

9 months on the outside

Well, it's official.

Gibson has spent as much time outside my uterus as he did inside.


I KNOW.  I can't believe it, either.  Wasn't he just born yesterday?  I'm pretty sure he was.


9 months ago.  So wrinkly and sad.


This month is bittersweet for me...I love, love, LOVE this age.  Gibson is ridiculously cute and fun!  But at the same time, I'm sad because in three months he'll be a year old.  ONE YEAR.  That's so old.  He'll probably be graduated from high school by then.  I mean, seriously.

Gibson's 9 month well baby is on Thursday, so I'll have updated height and weight stats for you then.  What I can tell you is that this kid has chunked up.  He has a sweet little big buddha belly, and his arms are all fat and cute and his thighs are just monstrous.  I love it!  He's wearing mostly 12 month onesies and 18 month pants.  Without the cloth diapers he can fit pretty easily in 9 month pants, though.  His butt is quite large.

The sleep regression is still going strong...*insert crying here*.  There were two nights recently when Gibson didn't wake up until 5:30 ish, and those were the best nights of our lives.  Seriously.  But then last night he woke up three times, so I figure the good sleeping was just a fluke.  Sad, sad days.

He has a new bottom tooth coming in, and I'm sure there are more to follow soon, so that isn't helping with Gibson's sleep.  GO AWAY, TEETH!  WE  DON'T EVEN WANT YOU!



Gibson has started doing all sorts of new things, so here's a list of his new skills!

Gibson's new skills!
-Clapping.  So stinking cute.
-Army crawling.  Finally!  And he's working his way up to real crawling.
-Drinking from a straw.
-Walking with help.  He's getting really good at it!
-Cruising on the couch, but only a little bit.  Still, it's a new skill!
-Making omelettes.

And now for our loves and hates lists!

Gibson loves:
-Clapping ALL THE TIME.
-Saying "mama" VERY loudly.
-Sucking his thumb (as of yesterday).
-Walking.  He laughs hysterically the entire time he's walking to something.
-Bacon.  He loves bacon more than anything.
-Finding power cords to chew on.  And grinning at me when I ask him not to.
-Yelling responses at Bubble Guppies when they ask the viewer to answer questions.  It's hilarious.
-Roaring at mommy and daddy.
-Trying to scare mommy by growling in her face.
-Ellie, of course.  And he has been particularly fascinated by her feet recently.
-Drinking water from his straw cup.  I have to seriously monitor him, because he would drink a full cup in one sitting if I let him.  And then he would vomit.  I know this from experience, unfortunately.
-Ellie's bed.  He likes to pull it on top of himself and chew on it.
-Tags on stuffed animals and clothes.
-Scratching the fabric on the couch and chairs in the living room.
-Singing when he hears music.

**I just went to get Gibson out of his crib because he finally woke up, and he started clapping when I walked him his room.  Such a confidence booster!

Gibson hates:
-Not getting a bottle RIGHT AWAY when he's hungry.
-Wearing hats or hoods even though it's really freaking cold here.
-When I take away his precious straw cup because he's drinking too much.
-When I take away the battery/power cord/shoe/pencil/whatever else he has found to chew on that he shouldn't.

Really, Gibson is a pretty happy kid these days!  Teething makes him sad, of course, but other than that he's only sad every once in awhile!

Now you know all about my big 9 month old sweetheart!  He's super fun, and learning so much!  And really cute, which helps when he's screaming, of course.

At this exact moment he's crawling toward a dirty diaper...hooray!  And now he's squeezing it over and over, so I should probably go get it, right?

Ok, I did.  He was sad about it for a minute.  

And now here are some pictures of my sweet boy!






Friday, December 6, 2013

Of monsters and babies

One of Gibson's favorite things in the world is when he's in the living room and I leave and then leap out of the various doorways leading to the room and roar at him.  

Remember my last post; he's not normal.

So anyway, he loves it.  He laughs and laughs and laughs.  And laughs.  For a really long time.  And it helps that this game gets Ellie excited, so she barks and runs around, which also makes him laugh.  It's a laughfest, people!

Today we were playing that game and he STARTED ROARING BACK AT ME.  This kid!!  I would leap out and roar, and then he would laugh, and when I went back behind the wall so he couldn't see me he would roar really loudly and laugh at himself.  

I just love him.  He thinks he's a scary monster, of course!  So we spent a good portion of this morning roaring at each other and laughing.

And also, Gibson learned to clap this morning!  I was singing to him and he started to clap ON THE BEAT.  That's not even a lie.  He really did.  But the next time I tried it he was rhythmically challenged, so I don't know whether he'll actually be a percussion prodigy.  It's hit or miss with this kid.

And now, for your viewing pleasure, a video of Gibson clapping, which is SO STINKING CUTE!

I like using the CAPS LOCK KEY, obviously.


video

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

My little weirdo

Once upon a time, I wrote a post about Gibson's strange quirks.  I re-read it yesterday, and realized that he has changed a lot in the past two months.  Like, a really lot.


So I figured that it's probably time for a new list of things my weird baby does!

Gibson loves touching things.  He does this weird petting thing where he scratches whatever he's touching over and over.  His favorite thing to touch is EVERYTHING.  At the moment he's touching a plate.  Earlier today he petted a chair for five minutes.

When Gibson is finished with a bottle or is just playing with food and not eating it, I do the sign for "all done" and ask him whether he's finished.  As soon as I sign it, he shoves whatever he's finished with back in his mouth so I can't take it.  If it's a bottle, he slams it into his mouth and grips it so hard I physically can't get it from it.  Food gets shoved all the way into his mouth, which usually leads to gagging.  Super fun.

Now that he has teeth, Gibson does really strange things with his mouth.  He likes to grind his four teeth together, which is a sound I can only compare to an eagle's talons scratching a mirror over and over.  It's awful.  He also clicks his tongue on his gums and makes little rabbit noises, especially when he's concentrating on walking or standing.

One of Gibson's favorite things to do is to walk while we hold his hands, and he's super great at it now!  Except he has decided that he needs to look at his feet while he walks, which means that he ends up falling onto his face more often than not.

Gibson's neck has become super ticklish recently, and he ducks his head when I tickle or blow raspberries on his neck.  One day, he put his head against my shoulder because I was tickling him, and then stayed there for a minute after I stopped.  All of the sudden, he lifted his head and growled at me with his teeth showing like he was trying to scare me.  And then laughed.  It was literally the best thing ever.

If you want to get Gibson's attention or make him laugh, all you need to do is show him a video of himself.  He thinks it's THE GREATEST to watch the videos I take of him on my phone.  And if he's playing with toys and hears me start a video of him, he laughs hysterically.

He's such a weirdo.  He obviously gets that from his daddy, because I'm as normal as they come.  Right?


Monday, December 2, 2013

Talks with babies, part 2

If you recall, I wrote a post one time about how I "talk" to Gibson during the day.  You can re-read it >here< if you want to be super cool.  So anyway, I still talk to Gibson.  BUT NOW HE TALKS BACK.  Kind of.  Here are some recent conversations we've had:

Mom: Hi Gibson!
Gibson: Ayyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee!
M: What are you doing?
G: *growl* Hahahahaha!
M: I see!  You're so scary!
G: Mamamamamaamamamama!
M: Yes?
G: Hahahahaha!
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G: *Dinosaur roar* MAMAMA!
M:  Oh yeah?  Tell me more!
G:  Mmmmmmmm.  ELLEH.
M:  Ellie?  Where is she?
G:  *looking for Ellie* Laaaaahlalalala.
M:  There she is!  Hi Ellie!
G:  ELLEH ELLEH ELLEH.  Hahahahaha!
M:  Yeah, there's Ellie!  Can you say "Dada?"
G:  *silence*
M:  Dada!
G:  Tuh.  Maaaaaaalala.
M:  You obviously love me more than Daddy, right?
G:  That is correct, mommy.
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M:  HI GIBSON!  I love you!
G:  *silence*
M:  Do you love me?
G:  *silence*
M:  Can you give mommy a kiss?
G:  *pushes mommy's face away*
M:  *sobbing*
G:  Hahahahaahhaahaha!

He thinks being mean to me is SO funny...all I want is a nice kiss on the cheek!  And he won't give it to me!  Such an awful child.

But also hilarious and sweet, so that's good.  He is currently in Ellie's bed wrapped up in one of Danny's ties.  Whatever makes him happy, I guess!  I just wish giving his mommy kisses made him happy.