Latest developments

He's mobile!!!! He started crawling Thursday morning...I had sat him in the floor to "help" me fold clothes then I got up to wash my face...I hear the bedroom door close. I am fairly certain our house isn't haunted, so I turn around to see my son on all fours very proud of himself for having closed our door. And this morning he said his first word (at least the first that I know for sure he meant). We took our morning nap together, and as he woke up, he dropped his Binky (pacifier) in the floor and said, "Uh-oh!" And kept saying it over and over again. So look out world, here he comes!

My Boy the great (and big)

Just a quick update...my boy's 9-month check was this last Tuesday. He weighs 21 lbs 1 oz (that's 9.5 kilos for those of you who measure it that way) and is 27 1/4 inch long. So he's becoming quite a linebacker (although his mother will never allow him to play American football). His pediatrician says he looks great and that Hubs and I should be proud (of course we are!). He decided to try and pull up on his toy box the other night. I was doing something in the bedroom and Hubs calls me to come look at what he's doing....lo and behold, there he is, half-standing while holding onto his toy box. His pediatrician says for me to look for him to just bypass the crawling bit altogether and start walking around 10-11 months. NOOOOO! Our house is not childproofed yet! He's quite a chatterbox, jabbering away all the time. I'm sure what he says makes perfect sense to him. Less than 3 months until he's 1 year old. That is very hard to believe.

My boy takes on Chapel Hill

Oh boy, my child is becoming his own man, for sure. Trying his best to crawl, and almost doing it. I give him another week or so. Or he may just bypass crawling altogether and start walking; he loves to stand. If we're not playing or eating, we have to be standing (with help, of course). We met YaYa (his grandmother) this weekend in Chapel Hill to gallavant around town, and of course my boy took the place by storm. Since we are trying to raise our son right (the Good Book does say to train up a child in the way he should go), we took him to Franklin Street to give him a taste of college life. Of course, no trip to Franklin St. is complete without a stop in Johnny T-shirt, so Daniel's grandmother made sure he's outfitted at least for another few months in a 2005 National Championship tshirt (go Heels!) and some Carolina pajamas. And a Carolina board book complete with famous landmarks and all the fight songs. So far he has the makings of a future Tar Heel. Let's hope he doesn't let us down and go to that dark blue school. Also during this visit, my boy showed his grandmother how intelligent he is...I was trying to put him to sleep, thought he was, so I got up to leave and get us some frozen yogurt. Mom said that as soon as I left, he got up and started playing and fighting sleep. Hey, when the cat's away, the mice play. He's an amazing creature. Every day he shows off something new that he knows -- yesterday it was how to sing along while Daddy plays the guitar, today it's how to stay awake as long as possible. (which he's succeeding at right now.)

Family outing

We went to the park today so my boy could feed the ducks. He's seen them before but never fed them...we had a ball. He thought they were so funny fighting over the crumbs! It's so cliched but true...having a child changes your perspective totally. Everything becomes amazing all over again. Watching his little face light up as he saw the ducks coming over to us (they always know who has the food) was worth all the money and treasure in the world.

My son's bad habit

He has a really bad habit of scratching whichever body part is closest to you. He digs his nails in real deep and it's almost like he enjoys it. Well, tonight as he was lying in the bed with his Papi (his dad), he dug his nails into Papi's chest and Papi reached out and popped his hand. When Hubs told me this, my heart cringed. My child got a spanking!!! But he said my boy tried to do the same thing again but this time kept looking at Jesus to see if he was going to do anything about it. So I think he knows real well what he's doing. Anyway, he's asleep in the big people bed (again) like an angel. We love him.

Approaching 9 months

So we've decided to start a blog so that all of you fans of my baby out there can keep up with his daily accomplishments (or temper tantrums, or poopy diapers, or whatever else we decide to let the world in on).

It's really hard to believe that he's almost 9 months old, that he's been out of the womb almost as long as he was in. What's even harder to believe is that he's becoming mobile. He tries to crawl, which right now is more like scooting around on his little hiney and bending so far over forward that one of his feet touches his nose and the other is stuck out behind him. He stands up if you put him next to a table or the sofa or something. But after a while he gets frustrated because he can't get anywhere and wants you to help him sit down so he can butt-scoot.

By the way, who knew poop could be purple? After he ate apples and blueberries, his was. Thought you might like to know.

Some of you already know this, but for the rest of you it's worth sharing. Before he was born we decorated his room with little stick-on decals of cars, airplanes, boats, etc. Guy stuff. No Winnie the Pooh for the son of MY husband! Well, in one part of his room, there's a decal of a green motorcycle. For whatever reason, my boy thinks that is the coolest thing, because every night before we go to bed, we have to wave night-night to the motorcycle. Every morning when we wake up we have to wave good morning to it. Every time we go in his room he cranes his neck to find it and when he does, breaks out into this huge grin, with all 4 of his teeth showing. Funny.

Also, the sleep wars have begun. Last night he decided he was too big to fall asleep in his crib, so his dad had to put him to sleep in the big-people bed and later make the transfer. Today, he's waited until I put him down for a nap to make a stinky diaper. Twice. Both times, I've gone in to check on him and this overwhelming smell reaches my nose and I know what's happened. My intelligent boy has managed to postpone naptime, even if only by a few minutes.

This may sound like complaining. It's not. He's the greatest baby and we are having so much fun with him. I've got an interview next Friday at WakeMed hospital in Raleigh (mother-baby unit....yippee!). Those of you who pray, please do. That job would give me more time at home with my man, which is what I've been begging the Lord for now going on about 6 months. So that's about all for now. Keep your eyes out for more posts when my child does something else wonderful! Love to all.