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Thursday, February 27, 2014

Happy 6 month birthday!

On February 30th my little blog will be six months old!

"But Erin!  February 30th doesn't even exist!  Stop being crazy."

You caught me!  But let's pretend like February 30th is a thing, ok?  Jeez Louise.

So anyway.  Six months old!  Halfway to being a year old!  Let me tell you what's going on with my blog lately!

I never thought that my blog would be where it is right now.  I figured that my mom and husband would read it (the latter out of obligation), and that at the very least it would be a good way for me to remember Gibson's babyhood.

At some point I realized that more people were reading my blog, and decided to join the Top Mommy Blogs website because I obviously love when people vote for me.  And also I realized that having more readers is fun!

I thought that I would get a couple votes a day, mostly from my husband and mom.  And now I'm averaging almost 300 votes each month.  Ack!  I don't even know what to do with that.

So what does that mean for the future of my blog?  Since I started getting so many votes (thank you!), I've been getting a lot of views to my blog.  I've been contacted by PR representatives to review and giveaway products, and to be a contributing writer on a new parenting website.  It's kind of overwhelming, but also really exciting!

And my favorite thing that has happened: people have been emailing me with questions about using cloth diapers!  Eek!  I seriously love that.

Don't worry, I don't want to make giveaways the focus of my blog.  Far from it!  I have only said yes to giveaways that I think mesh with my personality and the personality of my blog, and they are products that I think you guys will really like.

I would love it if you all would keep voting for me on the Top Mommy Blogs website!  It's such a good way to get my name out into the bloggy world.  It makes my heart happy when new people read my blog and learn something from it.  Or even if they read it and just laugh at my weirdness...that's good, too.

So you should be on the lookout for a couple of giveaways coming up in the next few weeks...they're fun ones!  I'm super excited about it.  It's hard for me to sleep sometimes because I compose the giveaway posts in my brain.  Weirdo.

I am incredibly thankful that the Lord has chosen to do big (well, medium-sized) things with my blog.  Like I said, I never in a million years imagined that I would be here at six months in, but I'm thrilled about it.  Writing is something that I've always loved, and I love sharing my life with all of you!

Thanks for reading and voting!  Gibson says, "How YOU doin'?"
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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

My strange puppy baby

I've written twice before about Gibson's idiosyncrasies, and it turns out that he has, once again, changed.

I can't keep up with this kid!

Also, I could fill an entire blog post with just the strange things that he's done so far this morning.  I'm assuming that all babies are weird, but mine seems very, very weird to me.  It's super hilarious, of course...we welcome weirdness in our family!
We also welcome New Girl.  Because it's the funniest.

...but I digress.

Here are some of Gibson's newest weirdies!

When I say, "Get your bear!" Gibson crawls to his bear as quickly as possible and attacks it with his face.  And then he puts it in his mouth and tries to crawl away like a puppy.

Speaking of crawling like a puppy, Gibson likes to put things in his mouth and crawl around.  It works pretty well when he puts a sock in his mouth, but usually he tries to use a blanket or sleeper instead.  And then it gets caught under his knees and he can't crawl and it's hilarious.  At least until he starts screaming in frustration.

Gibson especially loves it when his daddy holds him and runs away from me.  And I have to growl at him and chase them, and then I "catch" him.  After I catch him, Danny turns around and they "chase" me down the hall while I scream loudly, and then Gibson "catches" me.  He could do this for hours if we allowed it.  But we don't, because after awhile my throat hurts from all the growling and screaming.  And also our neighbors think we're crazy, and we don't really want to perpetuate that opinion.

He is OBSESSED with my wireless keyboard.  Today I went to the door to sign for a package, and when I came back he had gotten the keyboard off the couch and carried it across the room.  Gibson is especially enamored with the caps lock key, because it has a little green light that turns on and off.  So he presses it over and over and over and over.  It'S VERy hARd fOR me TO TYpe ThESe dAyS.

One of Gibson's newest things is biting our clothes.  He will crawl over to me, climb on my leg, and attack my pants with his teeth.  Or my shirt, or Danny's tie.  Pretty much whatever he sees.  At church on Sunday Gibson reared back with his teeth bared, sank them into my shirt, and then shook his head like a wild animal.

I'm pretty sure Gibson will be a dentist when he grows up, because he is obsessed with touching and looking at my teeth.  He especially likes to do this during worship at church for some reason.  I'll be singing and then suddenly there's a slimy little finger hooked behind my bottom teeth.  And believe me, the kid has SLIMY hands.  Blech.

...it would seem that he enjoys being distracting at church.  Tiny heathen.

Gibson loves to share his water/milk/food/spitty fingers with other people and things.  He has started taking a drink of water and then offering it to his teddy bear, which is adorable.  And he offers milk to Ellie, which she would willingly take if I let her.  I often get offered half-chewed pieces of quesadilla.
Thanks buddy!  Just what I always wanted!


Such a weird baby, for real.  But I guess I love him anyway.
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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Our sleep woes

WARNING: This is a very melodramatic post.

Remember how Gibson has been sleeping so well since we took his crib away?

(If you don't remember that, go read >this< post and >this< post.  And try to remember next time, ok?)

Well, it would seem that teething and the 12 month sleep regression have RUINED HIM.  And I'm not happy about it.

I mean, I know that there are lots of ups and downs in the world of baby sleep.  And for the beginning of his life, we were pretty lucky.  But then Gibson decided to smite us and never sleep again.

Last night he was up screaming many, many times.  And then he would calm down and make us think that he was asleep, and the instant I started to fall asleep he started screaming again.


HOW DOES HE ALWAYS KNOW???  Seriously.  Do children have some sort of sixth sense that tells them when mom and dad are on the brink of sleep?  Because it's the worst.  DID YOU HEAR THAT, GIBSON??  YOU'RE THE WORST!

...I'm sorry about that outburst.  Gibson obviously isn't the worst.  I'm just tired.

And of course Gibson woke up bright and cheerful this morning, while I was dragging myself around for ten minutes trying to find a diaper to put on him.  It isn't FAIR!

And now he has discovered the ONE thing in his bedroom that makes noise when you press a button, and is pressing it instead of napping.  So I keep hearing "God Made You Special" in the voice of Jr. Asparagus from Veggietales over and over and over and over.  And the sound I really want to hear from his room is SILENCE.  Or snoring.

"Who could sleep when there are fun buttons to press, Mom?"

So now I'm going to break my rule about not intervening and go to Gibson's room to take away that book.  Because the child NEEDS TO SLEEP.  Otherwise we'll have an awfully long day ahead of us.

UPDATE!  I went to Gibson's room and discovered him right behind the door.  He tried to open the door and crawl out, but I intercepted him and put him on the mattress with his blanket.  I then took the Veggietales books and got the heck out of Dodge!  He wasn't too happy about the whole situation.

Here's the book that made my sweet baby decide not to nap:

It's a lovely book with a great message, but let me tell you something: that aspargus's voice is the most annoying ever.  Particularly when you hear it ten times in a row when your baby should be sleeping.

UPDATE 2: Gibson is asleep!

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Monday, February 24, 2014

Let it Go

Over the course of Gibson's short life, we have come up with a million different ways to calm him down when he's screaming.  Some of them only worked when he was little, and some have stood the test of time.  ...or, at least they've stood the test of 11 months.

...and actually, looking at the chart below, it looks like food is the only technique that has lasted from birth until now.  I'm in trouble when this boy is a teenager.

Some of Gibson's favorite soothing techniques to date have been:

Birth-3 months: Swaddling
Birth-4 months: Bouncing on an exercise ball
Birth-10 months: Butt patting
Birth-present: Formula/food
2 weeks-6 months: Being in the Ergo carrier
4 months-present: Bubble Guppies
6-7 months: Loud "whooping" sounds

But now he's a big boy, and is much too smart to be soothed by such simple things as butt patting and whooping noises.  Which sucks, because patting his butt is so easy!

...the whooping noises were never done in public.  Because me whooping over and over would have been more of a disturbance to other people than Gibson's screaming, I promise.  It was obnoxious.

Luckily, I have found a video that consistently calms Gibson down!  No matter what he's doing, he stops and stares at it and then resumes screaming when it's over.  And I love it, too, which is fantastic because we watched it seven times in a row the other day.  And we've watched it at least four times a day since then.

So without further ado, here is Gibson's new favorite song!  (Here's the >link< for mobile users.)


I'm probably weird, but I cried when I saw the sweet little boys in the choir because I was imagining Gibson in a choir someday.


...definitely weird.
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Saturday, February 22, 2014

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Jekyll Jekyll HYDE, Jekyll HYDE HYDE Jekyll!

Arthur?  Anyone?

Anyway, I have nothing to say about Arthur, really, except that's what I thought of when I decided on the title for this post.

Gibson has been ridiculous lately.

...more ridiculous than usual, at least.

He goes from being the absolute happiest baby in the world to being the angriest baby and back in a split second.  Let's use yesterday as an example:
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2:45--Gibson wakes up from his nap in a neutral mood.

2:50--Gibson discovers that the windows are open and thinks it is the GREATEST.  He stands at the window with the curtains blowing in his face and laughs his butt off.

2:52--Ellie stands in front of Gibson so he can't see the window.  Gibson begins screaming as if someone ripped off his toenail.

2:52.5--Mom turns on "Let it Go" from Frozen.  Gibson transitions quickly into a neutral mood and watches the video.

2:55--The video ends and Gibson hits mom in the face and yells at her.

2:56--Mom asks Gibson to be gentle and puts him on the floor.  Gibson crawls away while shrieking.

2:57--Gibson rediscovers the open window and laughs hysterically.

2:58--Gibson falls down and hits his head on a teddy bear.  He begins to scream hysterically again.
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It's exhausting.  Ex. Haust. Ing.

Gibson's mood changes in the time it takes to send a text message.  I know this because I like to text Danny when Gibson is super happy...and he's usually screaming by the time I hit send.  Most of our text conversations go:

Erin: Gibson is so happy! Today is wonderful!
Erin: Never mind.  He's the worst.
Erin: Ahhhh happy baby!  This is the best!
Erin: Darn it! Why can't he just be happy?
Erin: Woah! I've never seen Gibson this happy!
...etc.

You'll notice that Danny doesn't really play a part in these conversations...that's because he's busy molding minds and teaching children about the wonders of music.

And also because he can't keep up with Gibson's mood swings, so how would he even respond?

I knooooooow you're all going to tell me that this is just normal behavior for a child on the cusp of being a toddler.  And I know that.  But it's still exhausting, OKAY?

The end.  I'm going to drink some coffee now.
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Friday, February 21, 2014

Gibson's Greatest Hits

Gibson's birthday party is guitar-themed, because we love being cliche.

I don't know what you're imagining, but his party won't be all cute and Pinterest-y.  The theme will likely only extend to the cake and a few decorations.  I don't have the energy for a super awesome party, as much as I like to believe that I could pull it off (I probably couldn't).

Anyway, I had a great idea (probably at 4:00 in the morning) to have some of Gibson's favorite foods at the party and call that table "Gibson's Greatest Hits."  Haha!  I'm so clever!


So the plan is to have bananas, clementines, and grapes at that table.  And maybe some vegetables, even though he doesn't like them.

But if I were to actually have Gibson's absolute favorite foods there, partygoers might be a little grossed out.  The menu would look like this:

Gibson's Greatest Hits
-Plain Greek yogurt with nothing in it
-Whole wheat pasta with BBQ sauce on it
-Bananas
-Black eyed peas with BBQ sauce on them
-Tomatoes
-Cottage cheese
-Black beans with BBQ sauce on them
-Meatballs

Yeah, that's not going to happen.  I'm pretty sure my mom would gag.
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Thursday, February 20, 2014

Gibson's cake smash

You probably remember that Gibson has a birthday coming up.  And it turns out that I can't stop his birthday from coming, so I have decided to embrace it.

So we did Gibson's cake smash photos!  Hooray!

Up until the cake smash, Gibson hadn't eaten anything sweet at all, besides fruit.  We put the cake on the backdrop, and both of us suddenly got a little panicky about feeding it to Gibson.

"Are you sure we should do this?  That's a lot of sugar!  He's never had sugar!  What if he doesn't sleep for the rest of the day???  WHAT IF SUGAR IS POISONOUS FOR BABIES??!!?"


We're obviously first-time parents.

But we decided that we would still do it, because cute photos are the most important thing.

So we sat Gibson down in front of the cake and he looked at it.  And then he pointed at it.  For like five minutes.

And then he *almost* touched it.  And pulled his hand away.

He did this for ten minutes.  He just smiled at Danny while almost touching the cake.  It was cute at first, but got old after a few minutes.

And FINALLY, he ate a little, tiny bit of frosting.


And the heavens opened, and Gibson decided that cake is the best thing in the world.  Besides bananas, of course.

He ate the top of the cake very methodically.  Only his left hand was used for eating; the right hand stayed at his side, unmarred by frosting.

There was no real smashing...just eating.  He shoved handful after handful of cake into his mouth, with no signs of stopping.

Until he knocked the cake plate over, and then the cake smash was OVER.  Because Gibson was screaming.

And then he pooped in the bathtub!  And after that, he pooped on the living room floor, which I thought was literally the funniest thing I've ever, ever seen.  I couldn't even clean it up because I was laughing so hard.

I think that annoyed Danny, probably.  Because what good am I if I can't even clean poop up from the living room floor?

Here are some sneak peeks of Gibson's smash photos!  There's no poop in the pictures, don't worry.

Pointing at the cake.

NOM NOM NOM!  Cake!

 Sweet boy!  And the top of the cake is GONE.

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*He hasn't said so explicitly, but I assume this is his birthday wish.  Why wouldn't it be?

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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Dear woman at Walmart:

Remember me?  I was the brand new mom that you accosted in the formula aisle.  I sobbed as you told me why I shouldn't be buying formula for my son, and should instead try to breastfeed.

Can you believe that it's been almost a year since we met?  Let me fill you in on our life.

Despite your lecture, I did buy formula that day.  And, thanks to the formula, my son has thrived.  The tiny, starving baby who was curled up against my chest as you broke my heart is now a vivacious, healthy 11-month-old.  He gives kisses, plays with dog food (much to my dismay), loves high fives, and never slows down.  He's perfect.  And he is exclusively formula fed.

What you didn't know when you made the decision to lecture me about my feeding decisions is that I was trying, harder than you could even imagine.  I was taking supplements.  I was pumping around the clock.  My son was on my breast more than he was off of it.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make enough milk.  In fact, I could barely produce anything at all.  But I still tried.  I was bleeding, exhausted, and more emotional than I've ever been in my life.

How could you have known?

...and that's my point.  YOU DON'T KNOW.  You don't know what the new mom in the formula aisle is going through.  You don't know what the mom with the screaming toddler in line at the bank is going through.  How can you judge someone's parenting decisions when you are only seeing a snippet of their life?

Honestly, it doesn't matter what my situation was.  There are so many reasons that parents choose to use formula instead of breastfeeding; why should anyone, whether they choose breast milk or formula, have to justify the way they feed their child to a complete stranger?  We can't win; we are judged for nursing in public, and we are judged for feeding our babies a bottle in public.  It's ridiculous.  And you're part of the problem.  We shouldn't have to feel guilty about the way we feed our children as long as we are feeding them.

I sometimes wonder whether I would feel less guilty about my inability to breastfeed if you had shown me a little kindness that day.  If you had asked me how I was feeling, or told me how wonderful motherhood is.  Instead, you made me feel insecure...like I was less of a woman for "choosing" to buy formula.

Because you chose to lecture me about my feeding choices that day, I still find myself getting anxious when I buy formula.  I look over my shoulder to make sure that no one like you is lurking there, waiting to inform misguided women about the dangers of using formula.  I'm sure you didn't anticipate your lecture having such a lasting effect on me...maybe you should have thought before you spoke.

I had so many things that I wanted to say to you that day.  I wanted to tell you off, to tell you that you should never assume that you know what is best for other parents and their children.  I wanted so badly to implore you to never again confront a new mother about her feeding choices.  Because no one should ever have to go through the pain you caused me.

But instead I just cried.  And who could blame me?  I was a first time mom, five days postpartum, recovering from major abdominal surgery, and my baby was starving.  Of course I cried.

Please, please, please think before you speak.  As long as other parents aren't putting their children in danger, there is really no reason that you should intervene.  Just because someone chooses to do things differently than you does not mean that they're wrong.

My prayer is that your experience with me taught you a lesson.  I hope that now, instead of lurking judgmentally in formula aisles, you smile at new parents as they read the ingredients on every box of formula in the store.  I hope that you realize that those parents might be making one of the hardest decisions of their lives.  I hope you bite your tongue when you feel the urge to chastise them.

And I hope that you are well.

Sincerely,
Erin
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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The cure for cabin fever!

I'm pretty sure that winter will NEVER END this year.

I don't know whether it's because I'm not going to work everyday, or because I have a baby who can't go out in the cold to play, but this winter has been the worst.  For real.

...or it could be the massive quantities of snow and ice that have fallen upon us.  Yeah, that's probably it.  Blech.


In any case, I'm more than ready for spring.  But for now, I have to find things to do to entertain my cooped-up child.  And I've come up with the best game ever!

I plop Gibson down in the middle of the living room and go over to the wide doorway between the living room and entrance.  And then I march back and forth past the doorway while singing "Following the Leader" from Peter Pan.

Of course, I don't know all the words to "Following the Leader," so my rendition goes like this:

We're following the leader, the leader, the leader!
We're following the leader, wherever he may go!
Yo ho!  Tee hee!  Ta deedle dee dum dee day!
To to!  Kee hee!  Sma smeedle um shum tee tay!
Yo mo!  Flee hee!  Pa peedle skee skum bee ay!
Taaaaaa ta teedle tee doooo dum dahhhh duh dee ba bummmm!

And I use a different style of march every time I go past the doorway.  One time I might be skipping, and then I'm doing a grapevine, and then I'll do the running man.

Gibson LOVES IT.  He laughs and laughs...because I'm funny, not because he thinks I'm stupid.  I hope.

You're welcome for the idea!  Just make sure your neighbors can't see into your house, because I'm pretty sure mine think I'm insane.
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Monday, February 17, 2014

Our sleep miracle: Montessori bedroom update

Now that Gibson has been out of his crib for a couple of weeks, I thought I would update everyone on how the transition went!

If you haven't read my initial post about Gibson's bedroom, scurry on over and read it >here<!  And then come back, ok?

Ok!  Now that we're all here, let's discuss!  And because you know I love lists, I'm going to make a couple right now.  YAY!

My favorite things about the Montessori bedroom

1.  Much less crying before naps and bedtime.
Gibson is much more likely to play and laugh to himself than cry anymore, and it's amazing!  Screaming baby=stressed out parents.  Happy baby=happy parents!

2.  Fewer wakings at night.
I don't know why, but Gibson stopped waking up at night to eat once we moved him out of his crib.  Now he only wakes up once between 4-6 in the morning to eat, and then sleeps until 7:30 or so.

3.  Independent play time!
Gibson gets free reign of his room, and he loves it!  Mom isn't there to say "no" and pull him away from things...since everything is 100% safe for him, he can do basically whatever he wants in there.  I love that it's teaching him how to play on his own.

4.  Watching Gibson's antics with the video monitor.
I really, really love watching Gibson play!  And remember, I might be a little crazy about it.

5.  I don't have to reach into the crib to pick Gibson up.
This is silly, probably, but since we moved Gibson's mattress on the crib down, it was really hard to reach in and get him!  And also I couldn't lean over the side and kiss his head.  Now I just lay on the floor next to him and kiss his little cheeks as much as I want!  Ha!

Things I don't love about the Montessori bedroom

1.  I don't have control over where Gibson sleeps.
This isn't a problem everyone will have, but I have control issues sometimes.  And when Gibson decides to sleep pressed up against his closet doors, I get twitchy...I mean, there's a bed RIGHT THERE!  Why not sleep in it???  Who in their right mind would choose the FLOOR over a BED???!?!  SERIOUSLY!

It's ok, I'm learning to let go.

Um, that's pretty much the only thing I don't like about it.  So now a third list!

Tips for those who want to try it out

1.  Research!
Read about Montessori bedrooms (on more reputable websites than mine)!  Like I've said before, I research everything to death before I make decisions, and I think this is something that is important to research.

2.  Babyproof literally EVERYTHING.
Crawl around your child's room to see what they could get into.  Tether furniture to the wall, particularly if it can be climbed up.  Even if it seems like it couldn't be pulled over, it's a good idea to tether for your peace of mind.

3.  Take things off the wall if they're heavy.
We learned this the hard way.  There was a clock on Gibson's wall that we thought would be fine, but the first night he banged his head into the wall and it fell.  Not on him, thank goodness, but it was still scary!

4.  Get a video monitor.
We thought that we would be fine without one, but it turns out that hearing loud bangs from Gibson's room without knowing what was happening made us super anxious!  If you need a recommendation for a video monitor, let me know!  We love ours, and it wasn't super expensive.

5.  Give it time.
Babies take some time to get used to new things, and at first it definitely seemed like the floor bed wouldn't work.  We decided to give it a week and then reevaluate, even if that week was super hard.  Luckily, Gibson transitioned really easily, but other babies might not take to a floor bed like he did.  So give it time!  You can always bring the crib back in if a floor bed doesn't work for your baby.

6.  Buy a bottle of wine for the first couple of nights.
The first two or three nights were a harrowing experience for me.  I was hearing noises, but I had no idea what was happening.  "Babies are supposed to be in cribs!" I thought to myself as I chewed my fingernails and rocked back and forth.  But he was fine, obviously.  I'm just crazy.  And I calmed down after a couple of nights, don't worry.

...except he is currently rolling around on the floor instead of sleeping and I'm getting twitchy again.  *twitch twitch*

If you have questions about our experience, let me know!  This change has been incredible for our family, and I would definitely encourage anyone who thinks it might work for them to try it!

And really, a chunky baby rolling around on the floor with his blanket.  Who doesn't want that?

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Saturday, February 15, 2014

The year I looked like a boy

I'm about to tell you a very traumatizing story from my childhood.  Some have said that it is "hilarious!" and "hahahahahaha so funny."  But I think it's traumatizing...and I'm the only one whose opinion matters, alright?

Ok.  Take a deep breath.  Here we go.

In fourth grade I looked like a boy.  You don't believe me?  Have a look.

Remember these earrings...they'll come into play later.

At the time, I didn't think that I looked masculine at all.  I loved my pixie haircut, and I always wore earrings and cute girl clothes.

Sidenote: the overalls in my fourth grade photo were my favorite.  SO CUTE.  I wish I could wear them now, for real.

And then one time I went to Vacation Bible School at my church.  There was a missionary who served in China, and he was telling us about the children there.  He wanted us to know how much like us they are.  And he counted the number of boys and girls in the room.

7 boys.  6 girls.

"What?" I thought to myself.  "There are 7 girls and 6 boys!  He didn't count right!"  And I let it go.

And then the well-meaning missionary decided to show us the kinds of clothes that boys and girls in China wear.  So he asked a girl in a dress and ME to come to the front.



At the time, I was super confused as to why he was using me as an example of what boys wear.  And then I remembered that he had "miscounted" the number of boys and girls in the room.

I was mortified.  MORTIFIED.

You're probably wondering what I was wearing that day.  Lucky for you, I have a ridiculous memory.

I was wearing a 4th of July tshirt, denim shorts, tennis shoes, and the earrings from my fourth grade photo.

EARRINGS, people.  I was wearing VERY LARGE EARRINGS.  Obviously not a boy.  *sob sob*

I suppose it's funny now, but it totally wasn't then.

THE END.
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Friday, February 14, 2014

I NEED TO KNOW

YOU GUYS.  I've had several views from New Jersey City University Blackboard today.  And I need to know why because I'm the nosiest.


NOSIEST!  Get it?  Alright.

If you're visiting from NJCU, let me know why my blog is being looked at by your class!  Because, although I love writing it, I honestly can't see any educational value in it.

OK LOVE YOU BYE.

Wait, here's my baby.


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Thursday, February 13, 2014

Big Brother

Danny and I have a new love in our lives.

The video monitor.

...did I trick you with that post title?  Because at 4:00 in the morning when I thought of it I was pretty sure it would be hilarious and people would think that I was making some sort of announcement, and then they would laugh when it was just about how we watch Gibson in his room all the time.

4:00 in the morning Erin may have been wrong, ok?

Anyway.  The video monitor is the bomb dot com (I'm so trendy!).  It's super awesome to be able to see what Gibson is doing in his room now that he has free reign of it.

For the first couple of days, he pretty much just laid in his bed and went to sleep.  Which was great.  But now he has discovered that there are toys in his room, and naps are a bit harder...he tends to play first and then lay down to sleep.  And it's SO MUCH FUN to watch!

Trying to stand on a book to reach his white noise machine (he failed).

Dragging Woody around the room by the hand.

Drumming on his bench.

Asleep in the middle of the floor.  Precious.

The only problem with the video monitor is that I find myself watching it all night and giving Danny a play-by-play of what's going on.

"Oh no, he's crawling out of his bed!  He's going over to the bench!  He's picking out books to read...OH LOOK!  He's reading a book!  How adorable!  ARE YOU LOOKING??  Darn it, now he's going to the door.  Do you hear him banging on the door?  Now he's crawling back to his dresser!  He grabbed his blankie...maybe he's going to sleep!  Look, he's laying down!  Yay!  He's finally going to sleep!  OH NO!  He's crawling over to the chair.  And now he's standing up.  Dang it, he's never going to sleep!"

Once Gibson is actually asleep, the commentary is more like this:

"Awwwwwwwwwww, do you see my precious boy?  He's sleeping with his head on the mattress and his body on the floor!  Awwwwwwwwwwww, he moved!  His little feet are kicking!  It looks like his socks are off...did you see his sweet little bare feet?  Awwwwwwwwww, he's snuggling his blankie!  Can I go in and snuggle him PLEEEEEASE???"

I'm not entirely sure, but I think I may be crazy.

...I bet Danny's sure of it, though.
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Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Monkey boy

Over the last few months, Gibson has "talked" a lot, but mostly it was imitation of sounds that we made.  As much as I would love to believe that "mama" was his first word, I don't think it is.  Sad.

But we have his actual first word!  Drumroll, please...


Hahahaha, get it?

Anyway.  First word is:

Banana!

Except it's more like, "Nana!  Nuh!  Buh!  Nana!  Nuuuuuh nuh!"

But still, he knows what it means and says it without anyone prompting him!  Ta da!

Also, if he runs out of bananas on his tray, you better watch out.  Because a tantrum is soon to follow.  The child loves his bananas.  Such a monkey.
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Monday, February 10, 2014

Church baby

We took Gibson to church for the first time when he was 8 days old.  He pretty much slept through the entire service.  And he continued to sleep through church for a couple of months.  It was wondrous.

And then he started to be awake.  And never sleep during church.  And it was a nightmare.  Especially when he was little, I pretty much never heard an entire sermon because Gibson was constantly spitting up everywhere and pooping and crying.  I didn't feel comfortable taking him to the nursery because he was so little and screamy, and I assure you that no one would have wanted to deal with him for very long.

Now that he's older, church is a little better as far as the screaming and vomit go.  But since he's on a more consistent schedule, I find that church falls right in the middle of Gibson's first nap.  Which is very bad news for his mood the rest of the day.

Gibson woke up at 7:45 yesterday (which is the BEST), and didn't go down for a nap before church.  He was pretty happy when we got there...he made up a game where he drops things off the pew and then tries to dive off to get them.  Super fantastic.  And then during worship he clapped and sang yelled along with everyone.

And then it's the best time...nursery time!  I love taking Gibson to the nursery, because that means that I can actually listen and learn during the sermon instead of wrestling a screaming baby.

When the service was over I went and picked Gibson up from the nursery.  And he was fussy and tired.  So that would have been a good time to take him home for a nap, right?

WRONG.

After church we stayed and chatted with people for awhile!  Because fellowship is important, and we hadn't seen anyone from church in awhile because of the snow.  But then we were hungry and decided that it was time for lunch.

So that's when we took him home for a nap, right?

WRONG.

Then we went to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things for lunch because we were having someone from church over.  And then we finally headed home so that Gibson could nap.

And he fell asleep in the car.

I don't know if other babies are like this, but if Gibson sleeps for 10 minutes in the car, he thinks his nap is over.  And will NEVER EVER SLEEP AGAIN.

And then he was a pill for the rest of the day.

So I guess either I need to stop being so social, or we need to give Gibson some coffee on Sunday mornings so he isn't fussy.

...I vote for coffee!
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Saturday, February 8, 2014

11 months old!

I know I say it every month, but WOAH.  How did we get here?  How did my teensy tiny babykins become an 11-month-old???

Don't worry about me.  I'm just going to curl up in the corner with a bottle of wine apple juice for the next month or so.  Carry on with your lives.

This month has been one of the hardest in my life.  Gibson was sick for basically the entire month of January, and is still fighting an ear infection.  We also hit the peak of his sleep problems this month, which really just isn't good for anyone.

*sidenote: Interestingly enough, Gibson's sleep problems seem to have had the most effect on Ellie.  Every time he starts to even whimper in bed, her ears disappear and she shakes until he's back asleep.  Sometimes she huddles next to the toilet for hours.  I'm honestly a little bit worried about her!  /end sidenote

At the same time, it's been one of my favorite months with Gibson!  He has grown like crazy, and keeps doing new things and meeting new milestones that I absolutely didn't expect him to.  I can't believe how much fun it is to watch him grow!

Our sleep issues are FINALLY getting better!  I attribute that mostly to getting rid of his crib...if you didn't read my post about that, you can find it >here<.  I will be writing a more in-depth post about his sleep soon, in case you wondered.  As far as teeth go, he's still growing them.  Even though I told him to stop it.  

Darn it, Gibson!

Anyway.  Teeth.  He has eight, and it looks like at least two on the way.  Boo.  

Gibson weighs somewhere around 24 pounds, and is around 30 inches long.  He wears 12 or 18 month clothing, depending on the brand.  His legs are finally getting longer, so he no longer looks stumpy!  Hooray!

And now I hope you're ready for lots of lists...because here they come!  YAY!

Gibson's new skills:
-Crawling on all fours (FINALLY!).  He's getting fast, and wants to go go go all the time.
-Pulling up into standing.  And then falling down.
-Putting himself into a sitting position.
-Kissing with his mouth closed.  As much as I liked the slobbery kisses, this is much nicer.
-Giving high fives!  Daddy especially loves this one.

Funny things:
-He tries to share his milk with Ellie.
-Sometimes he puts a sock or pair of pants in his mouth and crawls around like a puppy.
-He is skeptical of people with hoods on.  He'll stare with a perplexed look, and then burst into a smile when the hood is taken off.  It's strange.
-Gibson gets on his hands and knees and shakes his head back and forth.  And sometimes he'll pull himself into standing and then wave his head around like crazy.
-He pokes things with pens.  And tries to use pens and remote controls to grab things that are out of reach.
-When we converted his room, Gibson found an old pacifier behind his dresser.  He couldn't figure out what to do with it and chewed on it for awhile.  It fell on the floor, so he got into a bear crawl position, leaned down with his head, and picked the pacifier up using only his mouth.  Now THAT'S talent!

Gibson loves:
-Making people laugh.  Sometimes he'll be super silly just so people will laugh at him...so cute.
-Eating!  His favorite foods are grapes, bananas, clementines, quesadillas, and plain Greek yogurt.
-Blankets.
-Ellie's food/water bowl.  I can't keep him away from it!  He loves to splash his hands in her water and try to eat her food.  Yuck.
-Baths.  He is constantly crawling into the bathroom and pointing at the tub.  Bath time is definitely one of the best parts of our day!
-Books.  He mostly likes to point at the pictures and wave them around in the air...so far he's not really patient enough to sit while we read him a book.
-Dishes.  Gibson especially likes banging silverware on our plates...hooray.
-Walking.  I don't think he'll start walking by himself anytime soon (although I could be wrong!), but he loves walking with help!

Gibson hates:
-Ear infections.  Because really...they're awful.

...honestly, he doesn't hate a whole lot these days!  He's been grumpy lately, but that's probably because he has an everlasting ear infection and several sharp pieces of bone poking their way through his gums.  I would be grumpy, too, Gibson.  For real.

And of course we have photos!  Now that he's mobile photo shoots are much harder!  We have to give Gibson something to hold and play with while I take pictures...otherwise I can kiss the idea of cute photos goodbye!







There's my sweet boy!  He's a huge blessing, and such a joy to hang out with!  I can't wait to see him keep growing and learning.  And hopefully stop growing teeth, because really.  It's getting a little bit ridiculous.
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