Monday, April 28, 2008
Jonah loves his baseball toy he got from Jon's parents (aka "Munca and Boppa") for Christmas. He doesn't quite get the concept of hitting the ball with the bat, but he likes grabbing the ball and trying to eat it as the electronic voice yells, "Homerun! It's outa' here!"
Buffin "dances" to "Take Me Out to the Ballgame".
One of the best parts about being a mom is watching Jonah's excitement at seeing me when I go to get him up from a nap. It's priceless. Speaking of naps... after almost two exhausting weeks of trying to get the buffin to sleep without a swaddle I gave up. I thought he would figure it out, but he just didn't. He would lay in his crib kicking around and squealing for as long as two hours. I would end up leaning over his crib holding his arms and legs still until he fell asleep. My back was getting sore and I didn't see the point in being a human swaddle, so I got the wraps back out. Ahhhhh. Sweet relief (for both of us). Maybe we'll try again in a few months.
Here Jonah is having a conversation with Kate, his friend from church. It's very fun to watch them together, especially because they are only five days apart. Kate's mom, Haley, and I would love to know what they are saying. Please post your interpretation of their baby language in the comments.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
In honor of Jonah turning 7 months on Sunday, we decided that he is now a big boy and should no longer be swaddled to sleep. It's been a tough few days for that reason. He now has to learn how to settle down by himself without having his arms restricted in a straight jacket. But, as with most things as he grows up, he has gotten the hang of it pretty quickly. He's had no problem with the nighttime sleeping, but we're still working on the naps. When you're an active little boy it's hard to keep your arms and legs still long enough to fall asleep. It's much more fun to lay in your crib and talk to yourself, chew on your blankie, examine your hands, play with your feet, pull out your paci, or stick your arm through the crib slats.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
When I gave the buffin a sippy cup for the first time I thought there was no way he would know what to do with it. I thought he would just give it a curious look and wonder, "What the heck is this?!" Well, I guess that was just the mom in me that wants her little baby to stay a baby and secretly doesn't want him to know how to use a sippy cup. But I can't be sad about it for too long because my pride at having such a brilliant genius who knew immediately what to do with the cup far outweighs my sadness of him growing up too fast.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008