Judah is such a ham when up past his bedtime. I have a hard time putting him down when I should because he just gets so fun and easy to be around. :-)
I cracked open a beer tonight (we're here at my mom's house...Lonnie left this morning to return to work), and he pointed to it and said "special drink?"
Yes, Judah...it is. Wait 'till you're 21, ya little stinker.
12/26/10
12/16/10
Lunch
So I fed Wyatt lunch. He guzzled a full bottle of Almond milk, probably b/c I forgot to nurse him before nap. Cried a little. I must be pms-ing big time...BEWARE! He had nut crackers, aged cheese, and rosemary ham. Then he proceeded to eat all the chicken out of my salsa verde burrito. He is now playing happily, with the gremlins still in his throat, and letting out little farts every time he moves abruptly. LOL. This is going to take some work...
Today
Well, Wyatt has a bowjillion 'moderate' food allergies, and one high allergy to egg whites. Le sigh. On the one hand, it means we get to play around with some new (more expensive) foods. On the other, as I think about what I want to cook (christmas cookies, blueberry pie, pasta, yogurt) I realize his options have been narrowed down A LOT. We picked up gluten free pasta, rice/almond crackers, lactose-free cheese, almond milk, rice milk, etc etc. It's just a little frustrating, but I hope it gets rid of the gremlins in his throat. What's funny is that he eats these no-no's every day. Peanut butter on wheat bread, wheat crackers, whole wheat cereal, milk, tofu and has never had a noticeable reaction (beyond the usual noises in his throat). Eggs, though...yeah. I recall a couple weeks ago after breakfast, his cheeks turned red like he was a Christmas elf. I wonder if we had eggs that mornin'.
On a completely unrelated topic, I had a temper tantrum this morning. I must confess I yelled at Wyatt. He looked stunned, and then started sobbing with a big, pouty lip. It's hard to always be the grown-up...a flawless example of patience, manners, and self-control to these children. I am trying to raise them properly, and bend over backwards each day to meet their needs, keep their tears at bay, and teach them to be good people. And yet still they cry and whine with those amazing vocal chords God has blessed them with, in a home with too much reverb. Sometimes it's just too much. I of course told both boys that I was sorry for losing my temper, and that I loved them very much but sometimes mommies get frustrated too. All they heard was "I love you," I'm sure. But that's ok. Realistically, I am not a patience and manners robot. I am an imperfect person with feelings and baggage and ears for gods sake. While I don't enjoy allowing my children to see me lose my cool, I think it's important that they DO see it occasionally, and see me recover and make amends...just as I ask them to do.
And speak of the devil they are up from nap after only 45 minutes. LE SIGH!!!!!!!!
On a completely unrelated topic, I had a temper tantrum this morning. I must confess I yelled at Wyatt. He looked stunned, and then started sobbing with a big, pouty lip. It's hard to always be the grown-up...a flawless example of patience, manners, and self-control to these children. I am trying to raise them properly, and bend over backwards each day to meet their needs, keep their tears at bay, and teach them to be good people. And yet still they cry and whine with those amazing vocal chords God has blessed them with, in a home with too much reverb. Sometimes it's just too much. I of course told both boys that I was sorry for losing my temper, and that I loved them very much but sometimes mommies get frustrated too. All they heard was "I love you," I'm sure. But that's ok. Realistically, I am not a patience and manners robot. I am an imperfect person with feelings and baggage and ears for gods sake. While I don't enjoy allowing my children to see me lose my cool, I think it's important that they DO see it occasionally, and see me recover and make amends...just as I ask them to do.
And speak of the devil they are up from nap after only 45 minutes. LE SIGH!!!!!!!!
12/15/10
More pics
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| Little man |
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| Wyatt turns on the TV and watches news and soaps |
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| He's so cute |
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| First day of snow |
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| He's so cute |
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| Not a fan of the snow |
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| Skeptical of this Judah-sized snowman |
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| Navy Pier |
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| LOVE |
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| Shedd Aquarium with Owen |
Thanksgiving
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| Lonnie's Uncle Glen, Lonnie, Cousin Grant |
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| Wyatt with Auntie Kamie |
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| I need to learn that shirts do not suffice as bibs |
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| Judah and the 2nd cousins being artistic |
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| Nathan, Aria, Abby, Kamie, and Us |
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| We are young and hip |
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| Wyatt's 1st Thanksgiving Dinner |
12/7/10
Just your Standard Update
It has been a couple weeks since I've posted, so here's the low-down.
My grandfather is probably going to pass away this week or next. It's a strange feeling, as I don't really get to say goodbye, and we haven't spoken in at least 3 years. I'm sad, though. He is my family, a part of my history, my father's father. He is important, and I am feeling loss. Please pray for my parents if you think of it, especially my dad.
Wyatt will be 1 year old this weekend. I am so excited for him, and am full of joy watching him grow up. Except for the past week and a half, he's a delightful little boy :-P He's been sick, and as such VERY cranky. I tend to try to do my best as a mom, but admittedly it has been hard lately. The combination of a sick baby and a whole new level of TWO for Judah has made me pretty tired and irritable.
Judah's initial phase of two was SO cute. He was sometimes naughty, but would respond well to discipline with an 'ok mom' or a 'sawry, mom'. Now he is just TRYING to be naughty to see what I'll do. I haven't quite developed a plan of action for this new behavior, and find myself staring at him dumbfounded quite regularly. On the cute end, my favorite this week was when he was identifying play food with his OT. She picked up the wooden banana, and he proclaimed, "banaphone!" Uncle Chris could appreciate this :). My 2nd favorite is that whenever chorale music comes on the Pandora Christmas station, he says "pretty music".
I attended my first home labor as a doula this week. These youngens were adorable. The mom made it to 8cm (out of 10) with warm bath, aromatherapy, food, drink, massage, dancing, walking, soft music. It was awesome, until she transitioned. Then we hauled a** to the hospital and some complications arose with the baby's well-being. It was hard to see her end up in c-section after all that work, but the midwives and doctors did everything they could to prevent it. This was the most intense labor and birth I've attended so far.
Our tree is up and our gifts have been purchased. This season feels weird to me somehow. I think we're all a little downtrodden in this family right now. Sickness, death, stress, worry. I think we either need a) a pep talk, or b) a swift kick in the pants.
My grandfather is probably going to pass away this week or next. It's a strange feeling, as I don't really get to say goodbye, and we haven't spoken in at least 3 years. I'm sad, though. He is my family, a part of my history, my father's father. He is important, and I am feeling loss. Please pray for my parents if you think of it, especially my dad.
Wyatt will be 1 year old this weekend. I am so excited for him, and am full of joy watching him grow up. Except for the past week and a half, he's a delightful little boy :-P He's been sick, and as such VERY cranky. I tend to try to do my best as a mom, but admittedly it has been hard lately. The combination of a sick baby and a whole new level of TWO for Judah has made me pretty tired and irritable.
Judah's initial phase of two was SO cute. He was sometimes naughty, but would respond well to discipline with an 'ok mom' or a 'sawry, mom'. Now he is just TRYING to be naughty to see what I'll do. I haven't quite developed a plan of action for this new behavior, and find myself staring at him dumbfounded quite regularly. On the cute end, my favorite this week was when he was identifying play food with his OT. She picked up the wooden banana, and he proclaimed, "banaphone!" Uncle Chris could appreciate this :). My 2nd favorite is that whenever chorale music comes on the Pandora Christmas station, he says "pretty music".
I attended my first home labor as a doula this week. These youngens were adorable. The mom made it to 8cm (out of 10) with warm bath, aromatherapy, food, drink, massage, dancing, walking, soft music. It was awesome, until she transitioned. Then we hauled a** to the hospital and some complications arose with the baby's well-being. It was hard to see her end up in c-section after all that work, but the midwives and doctors did everything they could to prevent it. This was the most intense labor and birth I've attended so far.
Our tree is up and our gifts have been purchased. This season feels weird to me somehow. I think we're all a little downtrodden in this family right now. Sickness, death, stress, worry. I think we either need a) a pep talk, or b) a swift kick in the pants.
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