Archive for June, 2011

June 30th, 2011

three minutes and fifty-eight seconds

That’s how long it takes me to change the laundry and go to the bathroom.

It’s also how long it takes Mr. Chubs to pull a store catalog from the couch and destroy it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m pretty sure some of it was eaten too.

* Notice that his ankles are crossed? His ankles are ALWAYS crossed; eating, playing, and sleeping.

June 23rd, 2011

my little dinosaur

While I was making David giggle earlier I noticed that he is about to have ANOTHER tooth come in. Right now he has six either already in or just cutting through; four on bottom, two on top.  Now it looks like he is about to get a third on top.

Does teething ever end? Take a break? Slow down? Two weeks ago David was getting his third tooth, and now he is getting his seventh.

I’m exhausted.

June 22nd, 2011

he’s a big boy now (almost)

No, he’s not crawling. Or toilet trained.

He waves bye, bye! It’s so irresistibly adorable.

In the last week he’s had FOUR teeth cut through, so you can imagine what our week has been like. Cute behavior is very welcomed and refreshing.

He sat in a swing for the first time yesterday, again, so adorable.

Even if he spends most of his time crying these days, he still puts a smile on my heart.

June 18th, 2011

tears of joy and excitement

One of my last projects as an undergraduate is coming to finally coming to life.

I was part of an elite group of student editors chosen to prepare Clayton Christensen and Henry Eyring’s new book for publishing. After a year of watching the bookshelves with anxious anticipation, it’s being released in August.

Here is a CNN opinion article highlighting the basic premise of the book: The Innovative University: Changing the DNA of Higher Education from the Inside Out.

I’m pre-ordering my copy from Amazon.

* We are back from Las Vegas mostly safe and sound, but more on that later.

June 11th, 2011

my current obsessions

Obsession #1: My Old Navy capris.

Matt and I went to Old Navy recently with some coupons. I almost didn’t try on the capris, but decided “what the hay” and did. I’m in love. I want 80 more pairs exactly like them. They fit me PERFECTLY. Pants never fit me perfectly. Ever. They fit like the designer at Old Navy measured me. I love them. I love them. I love them. I put them on yesterday just to wear them to get the mail. Sadly, I can’t find them on Old Navy’s website. Maybe I’ll post a picture of me later.

Obsession #2: Car seats.

David has outgrown his infant carrier, so we’ve been researching car seats. A giant one was delivered by the Hulk this afternoon (our UPS delivery man). It’s HUGE compared to his infant seat. We got the Evenflo Triumph Advance 65 DLX (holy moly for a name, right?). It’s the #1 rated on Consumer Reports for crash test safety and all that, and gets great consumer reviews (for a price that’s not too shabby, too). We’re hoping to use it forever and ever with all the babies in our future.

Obsession #3: Las Vegas.

We are flying to Las Vegas on Monday, and it’s been all I’ve thought about for weeks now. Matt is going for business, so David and I are hangin’ in the 4 ACRE pool area and walking around. There’s a lion habitat in the hotel next to ours (because it’s Vegas and they can), so David and I might spend a lot of time there while Matt is businessing. David loves dogs, cows, and fish (the only animals he’s seen), so I’m thinking lions will be a big hit. Not surprisingly, there’s not a lot to do in Vegas with a baby, but that’s okay; we’re just looking forward to being somewhere new and out of cold Idaho.

Obsession #4: David.

This isn’t anything new, obviously. But who isn’t obsessed with this kid? He’s eight months old now — crazy! He babbles “ma ma ma ma” and “dat dat dat dat” constantly (at no one or anything in particular). He squeals and screams (not angrily) whenever he gets the chance. He is trying his hardest to crawl. I was looking at him the other day, and he suddenly looked different. Older. He’s changing from a baby to a toddler, and it makes me excited and sad.

 

June 5th, 2011

my sneaky termite

Thank you all for your concern and suggestions with David’s sleep: you can all breathe a sigh of relief.

The Termite’s* sleeping is MUCH improved. What finally broke the sleep barrier was letting him cry for 15 minutes, soothing him, letting him cry for 15 minutes, soothing him, and on and on until he finally went to sleep. The first night we did it, we did three 15 minute crying sessions before he finally went to sleep. The next night it was only two chunks of 15-minute spurts and then went to sleep. So, it’s been improving. Last night, we let him cry for 15 minutes, and literally the minute I started walking down the hall to get him, he fell asleep. He’s been sleeping all through the night or just waking up once and then going back to sleep. So, things have been much, much better.

The day after I wrote the frustrated post about him not sleeping, I noticed that his top gums were swollen and red. I’m sure teething is to blame for some of the problems we’ve been having, but not all. Since we’ve been watching David’s top gums and waiting for the teeth to finally break through, we didn’t notice the THIRD tooth coming in on the bottom. Sneaky, sneaky. He gave me a big grin this afternoon and I noticed another little tooth poking up next to his other two. There’s something inexplicably exciting about babies getting more teeth to bite you with.

We’re also loving Gerber’s Graduates Puffs right now.

I once scoffed at a woman I saw feeding them to her baby, since they have almost zero nutritional value. However, since David has started getting more and more independent and working really hard on developing his pincer grasp, it has been hard to find something to give him to pick up and feed himself that he doesn’t choke on; Cheerios and crackers are still too hard for him to “chew” with only three teeth. The nice thing about the Puffs is that they get soft quickly and are easy to swallow; so they’re a great practice food to help him get used to picking up, chewing, and swallowing actually solid foods (since he’s been eating mush that is called solid). The Puffs helped him make it all through our three hour wrestling match (church) without much fuss.

Oh, and this week he started actually drinking from his sippy cup and not just chewing on it.

Things are good here again.

* I call him the Termite, not to be mean, but just because he’s always biting stuff — especially me; my collar bone, arms, shoulders, and knees.