Friday, June 10, 2011

7 Months!

Yeah, so I'm late again. Ah, nothing is ever easy anymore. C'est la vie. I'm at a complete loss as to what I used to do with my free time. I'm also at a complete loss that my free time ever existed, since I can't seem to remember it. Greyden is 7 months old! Late post, but at least the pictures were taken on time. Someday those two things will actually coincide. 


 How do I get this damn thing off?

 RAWR!
 I'm sorry, what was that?



One of reasons it's taken me so long to write this post is due to Greyden's lack of sleep schedule. I've been beyond exhausted. For the last two weeks he's been waking up at least twice a night (which I can handle) but crying when we put him back into the crib after feeding him (which I can't handle). Last night we finally had some relief. He managed to go 9 straight hours before waking up at 5 to eat. (This may or may not have been due to the Tylenol we gave him before bed. He's, um, teething...) Unfortunately I didn't go to bed at 8 when he did so I only managed 6 hours, but it's better than the 2-3 I was living on and at this point I'm willing to take what I can get. The funny part about it is that while Greyden has no problem getting and keeping us up at all hours of the night, when I go into his room at 7 am to wake him up for daycare, he's not having it. Every morning I open the blinds and start talking softly to him. And every morning I get no response. Then when I gently shake his shoulder or rub his back, he has the audacity to shrug off my hand, roll away from me, and go back to sleep. I kid you not, it's like living with a teenager who stays up all night then refuses to get up for school. Of course if we need to go into his room at night to get something we can't make even the slightest sound or the kid is wide awake. Damn they start young.


He hasn't been to the doctor in awhile so I have no idea how much he weighs. He was just under 15 pounds at his 6 month appointment, so he's probably around 16 pounds or so. I was able to keep a pretty good log of his weight when we were at the doctor every other week for some random cold or sinus infection (stupid daycare). Then we finally realized that it was much cheaper to have a sick baby than it was to take him to the doctor all the time, where they couldn't do much for him besides piss him off by looking into his ears. (Hopefully our doctor isn't too upset that she can't take that trip to Aruba on our dime.)

Greyden is turning into quite the little man with quite the big personality. His daycare teachers said that they have to hide food from him when feeding the other kids. Even if he's just finished eating, he has a fit if he sees them feeding the other babies. They also work on some sign language with them, basic signs like "milk" and "more". Except according to his teachers, his version of "more" isn't the standard sign where you make each of your hands into a semi-flattened o, then bring both hands together. His version is opening his palms wide, then simultaneously banging them on the table while yelling at the top of his lungs. (I didn't teach him that.) He appears to be slightly high-maintenance. Or maybe he's just a drama queen like his father.

He's also been sitting up on his own for the last few weeks. He went from being able to do it for only a few seconds at a time to being able to sit up on his own for 10 minutes or more, literally over night.  He's also started to push either his upper body or his butt off the ground, but hasn't quite mastered the art of doing both at the same time. If he manages to get his butt in the air he gets top heavy and ends up rolling to the side. To be honest, I really don't mind him being immobile. For one thing I can leave him on his playmat in the nursery while I do laundry across the hall. For another, I have no idea how to babyproof.

He has also learned to give kisses, which involves him opening his mouth as wide as he can, putting it on the side of your face, then flattening his tongue against your cheek. Trust me, it's much sweeter than it sounds.

Oh, and one more milestone - I think it's about time to move on up to size 3 diapers. Every day he comes home from daycare in a different outfit than what I dropped him off in. I'm sure his daycare teachers are ready to kill me, but we still have an entire sleeve of the size 2s to use up. Diapers are expensive dammit!



Sitting in a high chair for the first time. Yes, we were at the bar. But it was Sunday, so it doesn't count.

He loves his jumperoo. This thing goes everywhere with us. 

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