Wednesday, November 27, 2013

On My Mind #3

Okay, first off let's discuss George's suddenly blossoming hair.  It's like it's going through puberty or something, but it's shooting up like a weed.  Every day I look at his head and I'm like, "Where'd that come from?"  My baldy is slowly furnishing his head!  SO CUTE.

On a side note that proves how much of a child I am, I just have to say that I really, really, really love the show Sofia the First.  It's funny because when we watch it, I know that it's totally for me.  George is seriously not that interested when it's on.  He very clearly has a heart for Bubble Guppies, any time, any day.  But Sofia?  Not so much.  But me?  YES.  I love that show!

Great part?  The names that Brad and I have have had picked out for our girls since, like, well, ever (shhhaaa), are both character's names on the show.  Which I think it just about as awesome as it gets.  Also, the names of one of their aunts and one of their uncles are also on that show.  Which is also very cool, in my opinion.

My one beef with the show is Miranda's dress.  What the heck?  What's with all the pink and then the bow and just... what?  Who designed that thing?  I don't it'd even be kosher for a three year-old.  Perhaps a little girls fat little doll.  Maybe.  Even then, the bow just kills me.  Someone, rip it off already!  Sofia and Amber's dresses are far better looking, and their like what, ten?  Seriously, Miranda's dress will never stop bugging me.

And you may think the guy on the right molests children, which may be, but so far he's clean.

Let me just last mention how friggin' great NPS can be.  I still think it's my favorite store of all-time.  If you don't know what it is, Google it, but otherwise just know that it's like an even more awesome D.I.  Today all their clothes (which are already marked down fifty percent on any normal day) were an additional sixty percent off.  It was heaven.  Unfortunately the chick clothes were slightly lacking, but I did get Brad some freaking sweet stuff.  Dress shirts, cardigans... he's basically 'roided up for family pictures.  The options are endless.  And dashing.  Dashing as well.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

These Two

These pictures were taken on a night with a sad, sad baby (who, again, was later found out to be suffering with some major need-to-poop) who had decided that only being held was going to make him happy.

Bradley quickly scooped him up, and walked with George on his shoulders around the kitchen eight million times to take that baby's mind off what was upsetting him.

I just really, really, really love these boys.

This wasn't a huge or super eventful moment, but it was just... nice.  Which, I know, isn't the most descriptive word, but really there are just these simple, very nice moments in being a family that for some reason mean something and are worth remembering.  I love these sorts of moments.

It's not like this was a particularly great day.  It was a fairly long one, really.  But it ended like this, and it didn't seem so long anymore.  Rather, it just rounded everything out rather perfectly.  And rather than feel the exhaustion of a day of holding a very heavy baby, it just felt nice, and I realized again how much I love these two.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Eight Days Later: A Story of Bowel Movements

One of the funniest things as a new parent is to see your kid's behavior or habits suddenly change, blowing any sort of ritual or understanding of how your kid runs out the window.  You basically have to reevaluate everything you've ever come to know as true.  It's pretty much that dramatic, seriously.

These past eight days have been like that.

George has always been a good sleeper.  I'm not saying that he magically sleeps twelve hours straight, for he so does not or, well, has not.  Ever.  But, like previously mentioned, he would usually do nighttime that he would sleep for eight hours straight starting around eight or nine, and then wake up around four or five in the morning to eat, go right back to sleep, and then wake up for the day at, again, around eight or nine.  It was nice!

Over this last week, there was a gradual sleep regression that I thought was normal.  George is approaching six months, "six month sleep regression"... it sort of fit together.  So I just worked with it when he started waking up four times a night again, then choosing somewhere around three in the morning to not want to go back to sleep.  But I'd just let him play in his crib and eventually he'd fall asleep with a circle of toys around him, so it wasn't a big deal, it was mostly just cute.

This progressed over seven days, getting slightly worse each night, eventually turning into not only would he go to bed later and later, but he'd get up and want to play and wouldn't put himself back to sleep.  Instead, he'd cry for me.  But not to go back to bed, to play.  He didn't want to be lying down, he wanted to be held.  Again, these are all symptoms that I had read in the whole "six month sleep regression" formula.  So I was like, "Okay, cool.  I can deal.  I'll be okay."

And really, I was fine.  I was up later, but I could usually get George to sleep in so I could get the extra sleep I needed.  So really, we were cool.  All was cool.

Until last night.  Last night, George went to bed earlier than he had been the previous nights, probably around ten-ish at the latest.  He woke up at 11:30 PM, which had become a norm in the last few nights--for him to wake up approximately an hour and half after we had put him down.  Fine, cool.  Usually after than he would sleep four hours before he'd wake up again.  So, Brad and I go to bed.  Just after midnight, George is up.  I go and put him back down.

1:30 AM, he's up again.  Same deal, put him back to sleep.

2:30 AM, up again.  I was ready to lose it at this point, I was so tired.  Combined with the previous seven nights of weird sleep with this horror night, it was hard for me to function at this point.  I just needed to get him back to sleep, maybe just one more time, and he'd sleep longer than a hour.

No dice.  He decided he wanted to play.  Okay, cool.  Here, toys, mirror--see that baby in the mirror?  He'll play with you all you want.  Have fun you two--back to my bed, maybe he'll put himself to sleep this time.

Uh, no, Mom.  No I will not.  I go back in there, try and help him back to sleep.  Um, nope.  No thank you.  I would like to play now.  Okay, here's that crib baby friend you're so fond of.  Oh, no?  You want to play with Mom?  At this point he's literally chit-chatting with my on my lap, playing with the drawstring on my hoodie while I start into a dark abyss across the room that's called "no sleep".  This pretty much went on just as that until five o'clock in the morning when, finally, he deemed it time to sleep.  I thought, "Okay, this kid is running on like zero hours of sleep.  He's got to need to sleep a few hours now."

Again, no.  He was up at six thirty.  At this point I needed Brad.  So badly.  Luckily, right at that moment his alarm went off to get ready for work.  I ask him to come into George's room and immediately start bawling.  (You know how some people get ornery when they're tired?  Yeah, um, I get sobby.  As in, cry-at-the-drop-of-a-hat-which-includes-puppy-commercials sobby.)  Luckily Brad was able to call in and get work off and he sent me to bed.

Throughout the day (after I took a long morning nap), George wasn't napping.  And when he was, they were piddly beyond comparison.  As the day wore on Brad and I threw around ideas over what it must be.  Ear infection?  Teething?  Growth spurt?  The problem was that George just wasn't grumpy enough for us to be able to see any real problem other than not sleeping.  Seriously, that was it.  That was the only glaring issue that we could see, George would not sleep.  He wasn't grumpy, he wasn't mean, he was just a little sensitive to certain movements (which made us think ear ache) and he wouldn't sleep.  So yeah, we had no clue what to do.

Then we really started thinking about the past week.  Riddled between all of George's quirky changes he'd made, we realized that George had been having much thicker poops than normal (ahem, TMI, yes).  And then, when we really thought about it, we realized that George hadn't pooped in maybe four days, but had been pushing for one around that same amount of time.  He was probably constipated, poor kid.  That's probably why he didn't love playing on the floor on his back, but had been far cooler with playing on his tummy than he ever had.  Also, his favorite place to play was in his high chair, sitting up.  Which made sense, poo-wise.

So, we looked up infant constipation and its symptoms, which had us thinking back at the past week even more.  Extremely smelly gas?  Uh, yeah, George has been farting like an old man.  Hard time sleeping?  Duh.  Reduced appetite?  Yes, but we hadn't really found a reason why.  IT ALL MADE SENSE NOW.  It was just so hard to recognize because George had been so chill about it.  No crying, no fussing, nothing.  Just a very, very, very awake and sometimes gagging-ly smelly baby.

This poor kid was finally able to go today, and it was truly just so, terribly sad.  We clamored around, trying to help the best we could, but it very clearly hurt George and in fact made him bleed.  Which, in turn, had me crying and hurrying to call my mom to make sure that he was okay, that this was okay.  But, when all was said and done (and George was happily floating in a tub of very warm water to sooth that sore buttox of his), it was all fine.  After we pulled him out of the tub, George went right down for a nap, super easy.

So, does this mean that constipation equals a happy but sleepless baby?  I guess we'll find out tonight, won't we?  But really, we just hope that our mini man is more comfortable!  Holy cow, bleeding bottoms are traumatic.  The poor kid.  And to be that constipated and still be a nice baby?  We love that George Bradley.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Why We Are In Love #13

As I was waiting for Brad so that we could go to bed, I was doodling a picture on my phone.  At one point, I got up to use the bathroom, leaving my phone on the bed.  When I came back, Brad was in bed with this goofy smile on his face; he asked if I had looked at my phone yet.  This is the magic piece of artwork that I found...

Mine on the left, Brad's on the right.

Yeah, we're pretty much artists!  I mean, look at that emotion.  Just.  Wow.  Don't worry, we have big plans to create a comic book together.  With our combined powers, I think the results will be just beautiful.

Then this morning Brad was giving me a hug when he sniffed me.

Bradley:  Hmm, you should put on deodorant.
Heather:  Why, do I stink?
Bradley:  Well, sort of.  But it could be the shirt you've been wearing for three days.

The magic of our marriage is just ridiculously awesome!

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Family Love #6

[Watching Pretty Little Liars together, a teapot squeals at a creepy part.]

Alix:  Teapots are always shady.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

On My Mind #2

One thing that's been super bizarre to experience as a first time parent is that sudden moment where, "Holy crap, he couldn't do that before.  He couldn't do that two weeks ago, and now he's doing it."

This happened while we were playing with George in the bath last night.  My mom and my sister had gotten him this set of aquatic buddies for the tub, and previously he couldn't really play with any of them but the fish.  For the most part they were all too slippery and round for his little hands to hold; but the fish has this curve with it's tail and all that which made it easier for him to actually grasp it.

So last night, as I see George holding on to the crab without any issue I was like, "Oh shoot, he's doing it!  He couldn't do that less than a month ago!" and it was nutso.  Because that means George is learning how to use that crazy thing called a body.  And soon he'll be crawling and walking and dancing with girls at his high school dances (and Alix and I will be burying their dead bodies in the backyard if they're buttlies to that young man).

Basically, I love it.  I love watching him grow, even when he's the one being the buttley (like today, cough, cough).  I love it when he figures out new things and I think, "Wait, did he just do that?"  It'll be interesting to watch our pride in him go from watching him sit up on his own to watching him walk into the MTC to serve for two years.

Which, I don't really love to think about.  Because seriously, having my little brother gone has been hard enough.  Will I basically have diarrhea everyday when my son goes on his mission?  Probably.  Probably for both Brad and I, our bowels tend to reflect our emotions.  It's beautiful, right?  Everyone wanted to hear that, right?

We just love this kid.  He's sort of awesome.  So funny, so smart, so charming.  Or so buttley, like today.  Nevertheless, we love him.  The fact that he's darling helps as well.

Monday, November 11, 2013

George at Five Months

Phew, this took me a while to get to.  At the end of month five George got his four-month shots (yeah, at four months and twenty-nine days old; obviously still catching up on those suckers) and they made him horribly sick the poor kid!  His throat was so sore that he went from eating six ounces a feeding to barely two, and needing warm, watered down juice between eating.  And then I got sick.  It was a lovely two weeks, believe me.  Being a mom and being sick is sort of the worse circumstance ever.  I literally wanted to crawl in a hole and just hibernate with George and Brad.  Apparently I am not a bear, though, so that didn't really happen.

George deliberately rolled over for the first time this month!  He's done it by accident quite a few times before, but it was cool to see him actively doing it.  It took a little bit, but by the end of his fifth month he began doing it as second nature every day.  Although, he learned to roll from his back to his stomach, and he only does it that way; he's sort of anti-gravity and doesn't enjoy going from his stomach to his back as much.  In fact, he kind of refuses to.

The perfect mixture of fatness and sadness.  It shouldn't be this cute, but it is.

George also started sucking chewing on his thumb.  It's kind of hilariously cute.  Seriously.

His toes are trying to bust out of his six month footsie jammies.  He's so long, 95th percentile last he was checked!  

Oh, he watched General Conference for the first time!  Or, well, watched a chunk and then we proceeded to watch him be funny and cute while he played on the floor.  He's entertaining, that one.

Like previously mentioned, he's always been far more interested in standing up than anything else.  Well, recently he's decided that when he stands up he insists on doing it on his tippy-toes.  Uh, yeah, highly uncomfortable on your stomach!

Went from doing his screams to make a Tina ah-lah Bob's Burgers groan all the time, especially when he's about to tell you he's ready for bed.  He can do it for minutes on end and it's incredibly hilarious.

Experience the exotic store of Legos.  Well, sort of.  Brad and Ben tried to expose him to the greatness, at least!

Went out-of-state for the first time and to Disneyland!

Started solids and hasn't looked back.  For baby food, he's eaten bananas, apples, cinnamon, and oatmeal in varying mixes.  He's basically obsessed with food now and wants whatever you're eating.  If you're eating, he's watching.  Will eat six to eight ounces of baby food in one sitting (well, before he got sick).  Because of that we had to start using eight ounce bottles.  They're freaking monster compared to the four ounce ones.


Has tried all sorts of big kid foods.  This includes pasta sauces, meat juices, sucking on chips and fries, and all sorts of desserts like ice cream, pudding, and whipped cream.  At first the salty things had him making a "yuck" face, but by now he's happily sucking away on anything we give him.

Knows his name, although he is happy to ignore you calling him when Bubble Guppies is on.

Uses his hands like a boss! George can play with one toy in his left hand and the other in his right, and can hold both without dropping. It's epic!  And also displays how indecisive George can be in his plays.  Or, really, he just wants to play with too many things at once, so he'll just jump from thing to thing to thing.

Speaking of dropping, one of his favorite new games is clearing the counter.  We put things on the counter or desk and he'll spend the time picking up the things and either throwing them or scooting them off the counter.  It's a "special" game, pretty much.

He also loves the bend and pickup game.  This is where he decides he wants to stand up (or, rather, for me to hold him so he can stand up) and then he will find things on the floor he'd like to bend over, pick up, drop, and pick up again.  Over and over and over again.  Also, he's over sixteen pounds, and I've never worked out with higher than ten pound weights.  Here's hoping I magically have Michelle Obama arms from this game!

Church is getting easier.  He's learning to entertain himself better and so the utter quiet doesn't bug him so much.  He's always dug the singing, so that's easy as ever.  Also, Brad and I are just getting more in the hang of the fact that a quick lap around the church makes him happy, that he doesn't necessarily need to be rushed home to take a nap where it's quiet (our ward for some reason feels the need to do every meeting with a microphone being used, so it's not the quietest discussion).

Still loves people, much like his dad.  He definitely gets energy from others, unlike me where they literally suck all that I use to even breathe when I'm around them too much.  This may not bode well for George and I when we finally get a home of our own, considering I don't think I'll be entertaining enough, especially when he's used to not only Dad but Grandma and Grandpa being around!  Pretty sure we'll have to get him a puppy.  And possibly a kitty.  (Okay, the kitty is for me.)


George still finds his sneezes to be quite clever.  He still does his three or four sneezes in a row, which at the end of he consistently coos and gives a big grin, like he's done something quite awesome.  Which, he's George, so he totally did.

Still loves his feet.


George can sit up on his own for quite a long while, it's pretty legit.

Generally George goes to bed between eight and nine, sleeps eight hours, wakes up to eat, and then sleeps another three or four hours.  Of course, this is just general and switches all the time because, hey, he's the baby and he does what he wants!  He's still a piddly napper with just multiple, short thirty to forty minute naps.  However, this past month he started taking a longer nap in the afternoon, around an hour and a half long, which has been weird and just makes me miss him.  I seriously get nothing done during that time, I basically don't know what to do with myself.  It's sort of pathetic of me.

He also still loves to be nekkid.  Just like his mother.


Two words most used when people are commenting on George?  "Solid" and "happy".

Also, his farts are as loud as an adult's and also have the smell of an adult's.  We could be a little proud but also a tad disgusted at the same time.

Oh, and as an end note that I almost neglected to mention, rather than crying when he wants something George will literally just yell at you.  It's funny and we're all just like, "Um, stop yelling at me.  Stop yelling at your grandma."  And so on.  It's awesome.