Tuesday, December 23, 2008

44 weeks: Christmas Eve Eve


"You didn't tell me there'd be paper and boxes at Christmas!!! I'm so there! "


Can't wait to see all of you in the next few days! And for those of you who we won't see for awhile, we miss you lots, wish you a very Merry Christmas, and hope to see you soon!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Week 43: How much do I love my son?

Obviously, I love him more than anything. But it's not just anyone I'll give a ball of yarn to and say "Have at it!". (Though I drew the line at the2500 yds of laceweight.)
It bought me about 45 minutes, time enough to finish his splat mat (polka dotted thing in the background) and mostly finish his Christmas stocking. And he was happy as a clam.

In other news, we got ourselves some new carpet tile for Christmas. Here's the kitchen:
That little pile of carpet samples? That's Zack's. More on that later.

And here's the new room:
You can see the Christmas tree in the corner. Zack is sort of interested in it and goes over and bats branches every now and then.
"What?! I didn't do anything!"
But he got bored and turned to the pile of carpet samples, which, apparently, are infinitely more interesting.
He's teething up a storm. There are two bottom teeth just below the gum and he's been chewing on everything lately. And crawls around with stuff in his mouth. Like this:
We've told him that's the wrong end of the binky on a rope but he won't listen.

Some gratuitous nudity.
This one reminds me of that old Greek statue of the discus thrower.
And some pictures of the boy who won't sleep in his crib, but will sleep here...
...and here.

We hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season and we're looking forward to seeing you soon!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Week 42: Time is relative

Zack has been post-natal as long as he was pre-natal.

Which proves Einstein's theory of relativity because I know that I was pregnant forever, and that Zack was only born a few weeks ago.

We have an Exersaucer in the kitchen, one of our containers for Zack when we need to do something and can't watch his every move. Normally, he sits in it. Yesterday I caught him crawling through it.
I suspect there's going to be a day we'll find him hanging from our track lighting.

The other night I went upstairs and found this.
Zack has discovered how to flip the pages of books and is really quite pleased with the achievement.

"See? Like this, Dad."
"Isn't that the coolest?"
He's working on teeth. We can feel and see them right below the gum. Any day now....

He's also started blowing--it's really pretty cute. Not on anything or for any reason other than he thinks it's neat.

This weekend we'll be getting our Christmas tree. We'll see how that goes. But all those ornaments of my Grandma's that she gave me last year? Yeah, those are staying in their boxes this year.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

41 weeks

The clips are a little dark, but you can get an idea of what he's up to these days. Sometimes he works on his squatting.

Sometimes he does a little dance.

His crawling continues to improve. He's started exploring the house by himself, just heading down the hall or around the couch to see what's going on. We keep an eye on him, of course, but he's not afraid to check things out on his own.

Because of that, this was our latest purchase.
Lovely, huh? But at least we know where he is.

He's started doing this thing where he stands in front of me while I hold his hands and he leans in with an open mouth, like he's giving me kisses. It's the sweetest thing. I guess he can't help but copy what he experiences so often.

And the chatter! No full words yet--though he says "mmmmm" and "ymmmmm" when he eats--but it's not for lack of trying!~

He's got teeth right under the gum. We can feel them, and on the rare occasion that he lets us look, we can see them, too. Drooling has resumed in force. He doesn't seem too bothered by it, though he rubs his tongue over them a lot. Hopefully they'll pop out soon.

And he continues to help out in the kitchen.

"Mom! I told you--not so much oregano"
Actually, he was just being whiny and clingy, and this allowed me to make dinner.