Breakfast Sausage Lips

Nothing much new this week on the development front. Still crawling like a maniac and pulling himself up on anything stable enough (and too many things NOT stable enough). He is eating a lot of solids now and increasing every day. By a lot I mean varieties, not servings- though those are increasing too. He now likes yogurt (enough to let me feed it to him via spoon), shredded wheat, various fruits and veggies, cottage cheese, breakfast sausage, rice and bread. 

He also seems to be sleeping better. He still has occasional restless nights but he normally only wakes 1-2 times/night these days! I don't really believe in "sleep training" so this is a welcome change. Last night he slept 8-6:30! If he woke up, he was quiet about it and put himself back to sleep. Wahoo! That's still very rare but it gives me hope for the future. :)

This week in pictures. 

Valentine's presents from Grandma SuAnn. Thanks grandma!

My favorites for last:

The sausage lip happens a lot these days. It seems to be his main way of expressing annoyance, other than yelling/crying. Tim would say "a bird's gonna poop on it" which I maintain is a very strange thing to say. Who thinks up this stuff?

Ridiculous, isn't it?

My favorite pic of the week:

I love this picture so much I can't stand it. 

Daycare and the Return of Sanity

Xander started at a new daycare this week so I haven't captured as many photos as normal. He is going Mon and Wed for a little over a half day and all day on Fri. I feel refreshed at not having to do two jobs at once for the first time in a long time. Of course, the insane super-mom part of me feels guilty. The rest of me is relieved and more sane than I've been in awhile. I still work from home and have him on Tue and Thur but just to have a few days to focus is fabulous. Plus, it makes me a better mom. 

Hey look- The Type merch!

For some reason he has decided he likes the pacifier again. 

And the Jumperoo pole. 

He also loves the basket. 

And, as ever, standing. 

My handsome guys. 

The Suckness

All of us are sick right now, including our little guy, and it is The Suckness. He's had a small cold once before but it wasn't quite as bad as this. There's lots of mucus and X won't let me get within three blocks of him with a nose sucker or even a tissue. He screams like I am pulling out toenails, it's ridiculous. The upshot is a very stuffy boy with lines of snot coming out of his nose. Lovely. 

Even though he's sick, standing and moving still make him happy. 

A diaper change has become nearly impossible these days. It should be an event in Sochi! This is X about two seconds after I got his diaper off. 

He's also decided a pacifier goes in this way. 

Snuggling up with mom. 

Tired boy fell asleep in daddy's arms last night. I know the Olympic opening ceremonies weren't action packed but this is really rare. 

I can't wait for this cold to leave this house. It's hard enough taking care of yourself when you are sick but caring for an infant who is also sick is truly a test of your inner strength. 

Yesterday at the office

That is all. 

Standing... and some more standing

X uses every opportunity to stand. Every single one. He's obsessed. We think he will walk soon. I walked at 9 months so it wouldn't be surprising for him to follow suit. Especially with how bad he wants it. 

Monkey butt. I love these pants so much. 

Bath time still means standing time. 

It also means duck-eating time. 

The bed frame makes a great pull-up spot. 

So does grandmama'a mirror. Also good for making out with yourself. 

Mirrors, sinks, tubs... The bathroom is where it's at. 

Unless we are building a pillow obstacle course in his room. 

Or watching the Super Bowl while enjoying his very own brand of ale. Rather, his parents enjoyed it. He will get to hear about it later. 

Charley, Glasses and Pasta

Just some random bits from the last few days. 

Baby in a basket part deux.

Hanging with Charley. 

Get used to them kid. Between your dad (far-sighted) and mom (severely near-sighted) you are almost certainly doomed to bad vision. Maybe you'll get lucky and get your namesake's eyes. Grandpa Kevin had 20-15 vision, even better than 20-20. Why did he not pass this to his children?

Pasta vampire!

With Grandmama. 

Definitely time for the baby gates. 

Playing drums on the basket. 

Standing in the crib is a daily occurence now. He just moves to the top left corner (nearest the bedroom door) and yells for us to come rescue him. 

Naked baby likes to flip over when I try to change him. 

Cute, yes. Irritating, you bet.