10 Months and His First Plane Ride!

Happy 10 months to Greyden! I can't believe that in just a couple more months he's going to be a year old. I guess that means that Supermom (me) needs to get on planning his first birthday party. Let's see we'll need a moonwalk, ponies, a magician, a keg....  


I probably say this in every "X Months!" post, but he is growing up so fast. He's doing so many different things that it's becoming hard to determine what is a milestone and what isn't. His crawling (as of August 8th)? Definitely a milestone. His becoming our new Swiffer Sweeper? Probably not. (Although the kid does a damn good job of it. And he can get under things and into corners. Every. Freaking. Corner. In. The. House.) I can't even figure out where he finds all of the furballs. I swear we the housekeepers vacuum once a week and  I  Kevin tries to do it at least one or two more times on top of that. We're not even using our pre-baby method of "sweeping", which involved turning on the ceiling fan then picking up the clumps of fur as they collect along the baseboards. We're actually using the vacuum (or Greyden). Side note: I was on the phone with my friend Janis last week and throughout the entire conversation she had to keep stopping to tell one of her kids "honey, don't worry. I'm not going to vacuum without you! I promise we'll do it as soon as I get off the phone." Wtf? Where do I find one of those? Janis is hereby nominated for 2011 Mother of the Year. Please teach me your ways.


Now that Junior's getting older, he's begun to put into practice the art of manipulation. He knows that in order to make Daddy come running, a series of da-da-da-daaaaaas will do the trick, even at 5 in the morning which lately has seemed to be his wake up time of choice. And no, just because he's up at 5 (or, god-willing, 6) doesn't mean he's sleeping through the night. Well, technically he's sleeping through the night, being as the morons experts seem to think that sleeping 5 straight hours is "through the night." (Personally I disagree. 5:00 am still = night.) He's definitely going more than 5 hours without waking up, most of the time it's about 7-8 hours, up to eat, then down for another 2-3 hours. I actually stopped and listened to his 3:00 am "crying" a few nights ago, and I realized it wasn't so much crying as it was angry yelling. Which seems to work just as well as crying to get mommy and daddy up and into gear. By the time we make our way into his room, it's likely we'll find him standing in his crib glaring at us, most likely because it took us more than 60 seconds from the time he decided he wanted us to the time we walked through the door. Yes, we need to break this habit. But at 3 am you have two choices: 1) get your ass in there and get him on the boob as soon as possible, increasing the odds that he'll go back to sleep by about 95%, or 2) wait it out and see if he'll go back to sleep on his own, which will most likely result in him working himself into hysterics and being up for the next 2 hours. So far we've been going with option 1. The sooner we're up and he's fed, the sooner we can all go back to bed.

One more big milestone is that we have teeth! We, meaning Greyden. Both bottom teeth popped through on August 28. 2 teeth down, only 167 more to go. I'd love to get a picture of them because he looks super cute, but to even get your finger in there just to feel them is a feat of astronomical proportions so we'll probably never have proof. Ever. I'm just happy he finally has some. I was pretty sure he was going to be our Toothless Wonder until he turned 10 years old.


You may have noticed that this "month" post, just like the last 9, isn't on time. He was actually 10 months on September 1st. But, as usual, I have a good excuse. Actually, I have a couple of them.


Excuse number 1: We were busy packing so that we could go on a trip to Indiana to meet Greyden's new baby cousin Adelaide Elizabeth! Yes it was Greyden's first plane ride. He did much better than I was preparing myself for. (Let's just say that had I no longer been nursing, copious amounts of alcohol would probably have been involved, starting at 6 am with Baileys in my coffee on the drive to the airport.) He spent the first half of both flights overtired and crabby and lunging back and forth between Kevin and I, but after we got him to actually close his eyes for more than 10 seconds he was out for the duration. We even managed to pack slightly less than we would have had we been taking the RV. For that reason alone we considered it a successful trip. We had a great time visiting with my sister and brother-in-law, as well as my parents (because if you thought Mom was going to miss out on her first shot at having both of her grandkids in one place, you were sorely mistaken). Mom even let me hold Adelaide for almost a full minute before ripping her back out of my arms.

Adelaide is just adorable. She was 6 pounds, 4 ounces when she was born and 21.5 inches. That's an ounce heavier than Greyden was and 4, yes 4, inches longer. In addition, her feet are the cutest little canoes, measuring in at 3 3/4 inches, which is only 1/4 of an inch smaller than Greydens are now at 10 months. Yes, we might have actually bust out a ruler while we were there. It's sad, I really don't remember Greyden being that tiny, let alone even tinier than she is. I just wanted to cuddle her the entire time (except between the hours of 10pm and 7am). At one point Kevin was snuggling her and I told him that I wanted one. He proceeded to hold her out to me and say "here you go". Hmmm....not exactly what I meant.




We couldn't keep Greyden off the 4 wheeler. All weekend it was parked in the yard and whenever he'd see it he'd cry until Daddy took him for a ride.

 


Don't be ridiculous. There was no alcohol involved.



Greyden and Uncle Greg. How come Kerry never looks that happy when she's sitting next to Greg?



Greyden and Addie. She looks less than thrilled.





Dad and Mom with their 2 grandchildren. And Greyden with his ever-present remote control.



Addie looks like she is smiling! (or trying to get away.)



Yup, she's definitely trying to get away.

 

Remember how I said there were 2 excuses as to why I'm so far behind on Greyden's 10 month post? Okay, I'm horribly embarrassed to admit this, and probably wouldn't had I been the only one taking the pictures, but Kevin was helping. Here are a couple of shots from his photo shoot:



Notice anything wrong with these pictures? Besides them all being horrible, of course. These were the best we could do, especially since there are about 30 more that look like this:

Have you every tried to make a 10 month old sit still? It's like trying to nail Jello to the wall.

Excuse number 2: Um, yeah. That's a big old 1-1 on his chest. No wonder I feel like the kid is growing up so fast. Mommy forgot to get out her fingers when calculating how old he was this month. I don't know what I'm going to do when he gets to be 21 months and I've run out of fingers and toes to count on. Sightly embarrassing. Of course what is even worse is that my first thought when I realized my mistake (as I was uploading the pictures to the blog 2 days later) was that his 11 month pictures were done and I wouldn't have to worry about taking any next month. Then I realized that just because he's wearing the sticker does not mean that he is actually 11 months old. And again, the ONLY reason I am admitting that I was dumb enough to think that is because when I showed the pictures to Kevin the first words out of his mouth were "at least we won't have to take his pictures next month!" Yeah, great minds think alike, huh?  

This is usually the look he gives you when you tell him "no," right before he goes back to doing whatever you told him not to do in first place.



Here, Grandma. You eat it first. (You had to be there, right mom?)





The End.