Wednesday, December 11, 2013

So THIS Is What Being a Mom Looks Like



Apparently it looks like that's-not-even-all-the-soda-I've-drank-in-the-last-24-hours or I'm-too-lazy-to-cook-so-we-ordered-50-dollars-of-pizza.  Let's just say that teething is brutal, especially when it makes a beautiful, uber-sweet baby stay up till one AM every night and then spend the actual time he sleeps waking up every two to four hours.  And having this go on for almost two weeks now.

Endless amounts of Cherry Coke, Vanilla Coke, Coke (sensing a trend here?), and the occasional Jones Root Beer, grabbed from a last-ditch-effort-to-exhaust-baby Walmart run at eleven o'clock at night, have been consumed along with some delicious Pie by a very, very tired mother of George Bailey.  This includes breakfast this morning.  Basically, all shame is gone at this point.

Worst part?  Through it all, George is just nice.  I feel like I'd feel more legitimate in feeling so overtired if George was screaming or otherwise being a bigger poop than he is.  But seriously, he's just SO NICE.  Sometimes during the day he's having an especially rough time and he'll let you know, yes.  But as soon as he's keeping us up till all-hours he's just about the nicest person you've ever met.  And it's super awkward.  But I want to feel angry but I can't.  Rather, I just feel tired.  And drink another Coke.

But really, when you think of motherhood you think of these moments, right?  Seriously.  This is being a mom.  Media doesn't really over exaggerate this facet of it, really.  Because seriously, sometimes it really does feel like you're on one of those movies as it's midnight and your son has now been up for over six hours straight (which is so not normal for a six-month old) and here Brad and I are, lying on the bed with him between us just acting like a total spaz as he giggles and giggles and plays and plays, and we're just so worn out that all we're asking George is, "How are you not worn out?"

We've also seen George wanting to play on his own a lot.  Which, actually, was very nice of him.  He now just sits up on his own and will play with his toys for a long, long time.  It's weird, I sort of expected him to be older be he wanted to do that, but it's been pleasant because I've been able to basically veg out next to him as he entertains himself.  He may not be letting me sleep at night, but he allowed me the breaks and basic deadbeat-ness during the day to feel less tired.

This last night George followed that same routine as the last few weeks, staying up till midnight before we finally had him tuckered out enough to sleep.  And we get into bed ourselves, expecting the same as the last few nights.  And, suddenly... George sleeps.  And sleeps.  For seven and a half hours straight.  Um, weird.  What just happened there?  I woke up multiple times figuring him awake, but alas, he never was.  It wasn't until Brad got into the shower at seven forty-five this morning that I could finally hear him wiggling in him crib.  It was crazy amazing.  And when he didn't want to go back to sleep, I wasn't sighing.  I sort of felt like I had been given some sort of nerdy Zelda-esque elixir and was just like, "You go, dude!" proud of George.

I'm still tired.  I've still already drank basically a liter of Coke and eaten two pieces of pizza this morning.  But still, I feel better.  George is actually taking a real nap right now and I'm still ignoring every task I should be doing right now, including such a mass of laundry I can't even fathom how many loads it'll take to wash.  But hey, as some point I'll need underwear and I'll have to wash at least a chunk of it, right?

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

George at Six Months

Oh my lanta, is George really half a year old?!  That's quite the landmark!  I was looking at videos of him when he was two months and thought, "Holy cow, he's come a really long way, hasn't he?!"  Crazy pants, I tell you!  Six months.  Wow.

George learned to wave!  My dad was dancing for him one night and my mom noticed that he started mimicking my dad's hand movements, and so she tried waving at him the next day and he picked it up really fast.  The best was when Brad would come to say goodbye to George before work, George would wave at him every time.  It was basically the cutest.  I say "was" because George got tired of preforming and refuses to do it unless he wants to now.  His terms, pretty much.

LOVES animals.  He will squeal, squawk, coo, and wiggle like no other when he sees one.  However, he holds a special place in his heart for my family's golden retriever, Babs.  He just basically wants to marry her.  Unless she gets--what he randomly decides as being--too close or barks.  Luckily for him she's sort of the sweetest dog ever, so I'm assuming their marriage will be a happy one.  Not sure how the grand-kids will work out, though...





I've just been really grateful that George has been able to grow up around all sorts of animals and that he's developed a liking for them!  Because, man, Brad and I love animals!

Remember how raspberries used to make him cry?  Well, no longer.  He loves him some raspberry blowing.  There's pretty much spit flying 24/7 from that kid's mouth.

He also just loves to screech.  He's back to just screaming at random moments.  Not really to anything in particular most of the time.  Just... does it.  It's incredibly funny to the household.  I posted a video on Instagram of George yelling it out with the Doc McStuffins theme song.  Epic.

Speaking of children's shows, he still just loves Bubble Guppies with all his heart.  He'll drop everything he's doing so he can listen to the opening song and he'll watch large chunks of the show.  There's also this random Baby Alive commercial (y'know, the baby doll that poops and pees?  Yeah, that one) that he just has to stop all to watch.  And I'm all, "Uhh, no George.  No Baby Alive for you.  You've already got that covered."

One thing that my whole family things is incredibly cute is that George will cross his ankles like my dad does.  My dad likes to lay on the floor when we're all watching something or when he's playing a game, and while he's laying down there he'll cross his ankles.  Well, George does as Grandpa does.  And it's suuuper cute.

My dad likes to play the classic Nintendo and Super Nintendo Zelda games (the original Zelda and Zelda:  A Link to the Past).  And, well, George thinks they're the greatest thing ever.  You think Bubble Guppies and Baby Alive catch his attention?  I recorded George watching his grandpa play Zelda for ten minutes straight, and it was only ten minutes because that's the max recording size on my phone. Oh, and George also has his own controller to of course play along with Grandpa.





He just LOVES that game.  Bradley will mimic the music and George will stop and listen.  And one time he was having a meltdown at the Bailey's because he had been constipated and I quickly pulled up a video of someone playing A Link to the Past on YouTube and he completely quieted down instantly.  It's so funny!

Going along with that, George also has a sweet spot for the "Misty Mountains" song from The Hobbit movie.  Just like Zelda, if Bradley pulls that up on his phone right before George goes to bed he just goes quiet and will listen.  Basically he's our nerd love child.

The constipation that George experienced this month was semi-terrible.  He was just so uncomfortable to the point that my great sleeper couldn't sleep.  This included nights of getting up at midnight, one, two, three, and four AM.  They were so bad that I needed Brad to stay home from work so I could get some sleep and function properly!  Yeah, it was hard.  Hard on me, but even more hard on poor Jorge.  We still aren't sure if we're past the whole constipation thing yet, but man, we sure hope we are!  It's basically the worst thing in the world to watch him going through that!

Love, love, loves his high chair.  We really started using it, and George just totally digs it.  The best is at any moment that he's being a Mr. Buttswallerton, I can just put him in the high chair and stick him in front of Babs.  BOOM.  Happy baby.  It's pretty much going to be a necessity to own a dog when we move out of my parent's house.





George has truly begun to notice different emotions and now responds to emotions that he sees or hears.  Naturally, my favorite is when he laughs when everyone else is laughing.  We'll be watching Bubble Guppies, which does a gag moment multiple times in the show and the characters will laugh at the end of it and he'll not only grin but laugh with them as well.  And it's so cute.

But the funniest is still that he feels the need to cry when someone else is crying, especially babies.  We were watching home videos at the Bailey's of Brad when he was George's age, and at one point Ben started crying on the video and George immediately gets this huge lower lip and then starts crying too, haha!  Poor kid, but man it's funny!

So, uh, let's talk stalker breathing.  You know in the movies, when some calls to creep someone out all stalker-like, and they're just breathing very loudly over the receiver?  Yeah, George does that.  Super loud.  And it's very, very, very hilarious.  It's especially funny because he'll do it when he first wakes up.  His eyes are still closed because I've turned the lights on and he just plays with his blankets while he breathes like a total stalker.  And I just can't get over how funny I think it is.  It gets me every time.

Sitting up has now become a necessity.  It calms him like no other.  He's gotten really great at rolling over and doing tummy time, but at a certain point he'll refuse to roll back to his back because he doesn't want to be on his back, but he doesn't want to be on his tummy, he wants to be on his butt.  Gosh dang it all.  So I just sit him up and he sits up like a champ.  Last month he could sit up with no cheats for a while, but now he can go and go and go.  He's great at it and he loves working at it.  He feels pretty grown up, basically.



 


Speaking of grown up he also continues to favor standing up over rolling over.  Again, rolling over has been mastered.  He no longer gets his arm stuck beneath him, he no longer cries every time he rolls from tummy to back (he seriously hated it that much; he still hates it, but he deals with it now).  He's got it down pat.  But to him, it sort of sucks butt.  He'd much rather be sitting up but even more he'd rather be standing up.  He's pretty strong and can actually hold himself up for a little while on things but for the most part he's just like, "Yeah, you'll hold me up now.  Let's play the bend-over-and-pick-up-things-then-drop-them-and-start-all-over-again game."

Speaking of which, he now fancies himself the ultimate tester of Earth's gravitational pull.  We'll put a bunch of toys on his high chair tray and he'll just have a grand ol' time dumping each off one by one, in both the most spastic and gentle ways he can think of.

He also no longer does the cute and courteous thing of handing us his spoon when he's ready for his next bite.  Instead, it's a giant competition to see who's quicker:  his hand to toss it to the ground, or our hands to catch it.  He wins most of the time.  It's pretty embarrassing.  But mostly the worst game ever.

Still loves eating, loves to try new things, and loves whatever-you're-having-I'll-have.  His interest in food is great though and we love to let him try new things.  No matter what we give him a taste of he makes the most disgusted face as he's first gumming it down, and it's super funny.  Everyone thinks, "Oh dear, he must not like it," but then he opens up his mouth for mouth and it's like, "Uhh, apparently not."



 


He's learning certain word cues to certain things.  He understands "look", "puppy", "Babs", "kitty", "open wide", "hands down", "put your hands up, they're playing my song" (just kidding, I'm trying to get him to follow that one for when he needs to put his hands up so we can put his tray on, but not quite yet...), "dad", "mom", "grandma", "grandpa", and "Brandon" (because Brandon is basically his most favorite person in the entire world.  It's pretty awkward for the rest of us, because we are truly chopped liver).

This month also marked two first holidays for George:  Halloween and Thanksgiving!  Both were epic.  For Halloween, George was King George and we were his filthy peasants. Unfortunately George was quite sick the days leading up and so we weren't able to take him to a pumpkin patch or even take him trick-or-treating the night of Halloween, but we saw family and got to dress up, so that was good enough for us!





Thanksgiving consisted of going to the Bailey's in the morning for a pineapple pie tradition they have in their family, and then heading to my cousin's home for Thanksgiving dinner with my mom's side of the family.  We brought along George's super-convenient-collapsible high chair and it was freaking awesome to have!  George got to eat Jell-O with his Aunt Alix and then zonk out on Meghan and Josh's bed after charming the party and making a new gal pal friend of my cousin's ten-month old daughter, Ava.





And just because I'm awesome; Alix, here's you and your lovely husband on that Thanksgiving Day.  You're welcome!