Thursday, July 28, 2011

What Mason Is Up To.

 Pulling up on the hassock.

 Pulling up using my shorts.

 Pulling up on his toys.

 Pulling up on Dad's computer.

 Pulling up on the exercise ball.

 Pulling up on the door.

 Pulling up on the fan.

Pulling up on the clothes basket.

And so on...

Monday, July 25, 2011

Peer Pressure.

Mason has been pulling up wherever possible.  He loves to stand, loves to do a little dance while he's standing, and loves to practice standing with no hands.
Saturday night, we went to meet some of Tyler's new coworkers.  One of the couples there had a 15 month old daughter, that of course, was walking all over the place.
Mason was intrigued.  He loves seeing other babies, and this one (who was only a couple pounds heavier and not too much bigger) was walking.  Mason was inspired.
He crawled over to me, pulled up using my foot (that's talent, folks), did the no-hands-I-look-like-I'm-surfing-jig, and then proceeded by taking a step forward.  Yes, he took a step.  Just one, but still, it was totally unexpected.
I don't think he's too close to walking on his own because is still extremely wobbly, but that little step was like a glimpse into the future.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Farewell, Thrush.

This guy is on the move.  He's been on the move for a while, but he now enjoys travelling to other rooms.  He's an explorer.  If he spies the cat or one of the dogs, he's off!  We don't really leave him unsupervised (because we're the best parents ever), so he hasn't bit through any power cords or pulled the television down on himself.. although I'm sure he's capable of both.  The good thing is he seems much happier he can get around.  The bad thing is I have to constantly keep my floors clean.  Yeah, he licks them.
We now have a thrush-free household.  The medicine didn't really take too long to kick in.  I'm glad it worked so fast and the babe is back to minimal crankiness.  Hopefully there is no next time, but if there is, I'll know what to be looking for.
Every day I send out a "picture of the day" via text on my phone to a group of people (grandparents, cousins, aunt...).  But when the day is over, I've actually sent at least 3 pictures.  No one complains though.  Lately we've been playing a new game I like to call "What's Mason Eating?"  I'll take a shot of Mason covered in his food or chowing down on something and my peeps have to guess what he is eating.  There's been mulberries, mushrooms, and yesterday it was yogurt. 
Boy, was that a mess. 
Mess as in, all over the table, in the lap, rubbed in the hair, in the eye lashes, up the nose.. basically everywhere.  But, he had fun. 
One of the things I like most about BLW is how entertaining it is for the wee one.  After a day of exhausting all other toys in the house, it is nice to plop him in his chair and let him entertain himself with food.  Anyone else feel that way?

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Yeast and Stuff.

Thrush has invaded our home.. or at least Mason's mouth and consequently, my bazoombas (I can't believe I've been blogging this long and this is my first Friends reference).  At first I was blaming all the symptoms on teeth.  I thought for sure new ones were going to poke out at any moment.  My bazoombas were sore, kind of like those first weeks of breastfeeding, I just figured he bit me and that's what was causing the pain.  Mason has been fussy all week, not really wanted anyone to leave his side.  There's been short naps, too much waking up during the night, and lots of drool.

Sounds like it could have been new teeth, right?
Well, luckily I had just read a couple other blogs that dealt with thrush.  I got out the flashlight and somehow managed to look inside Mason's mouth.  Sure enough, white patches were all over his cheek.  None on his tongue though, which would have been a lot easier to spot.
So, we went to the doctor today and got some medicine.  I think it is already working, he hasn't slept this well in a while.  The best part about visiting the doc was finding out how much our chunk weighs -- 20 pounds, 9 ounces. 

I feel like Mason's been speeding through some developmental milestones.  He needs to take it easy.  Three days after he started crawling, he cruised around the hassock.  He now sits up on his own, as in he'll be crawling around, I blink and all of a sudden he is sitting.  Mason loves to stand, pulls himself up wherever possible.  And, today, he did the no hands trick.  Look, no hands!

He doesn't crawl too fast on the floor, but he sure can bolt across a bed in no time flat.  I'm sure that before we know it, he'll be walking and we'll be chasing him all over the house.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Another Comparison.

2 months. 
 3 Months.
8 Months.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Do You Know The Muffin Man?

Mason: "Muffins for breakfast? Again?"
Me: "Well, yes. I thought you like them."

Mason: "You're right. I love muffins. I especially love to crumble them into little pieces."
Me: "I know, I get to clean it up."

Mason: "Mmmm, smells good."

Mason: "Wait. Is that a hair?"
Me: "Sure looks like a cat hair to me. Must have come from your hand. Maybe you should stop pulling Kinnick's fur out."

Mason: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Mason: "I love you, muffin."

Monday, July 11, 2011

Miscellany Monday.

1. My sister came for a visit at the end of last week.  Mason was all cheerful around her and generously gave wrinkly-nosed smiles to his aunt.  For supper one night, we had waffles.
Mine looked like this.  Filled with blueberries.

Mason's looked like this.  Filled with mulberries... yeah, mulberries, try it!

And, Lindy's looked like this.  10 points to anyone who can guess what the heck is on it.

2. It may be hard to see, but Mason got his first major owie on Friday.  We were outside, Tyler was grooming our canines, Mason was sitting on the blanket, and I had just turned to weed my extremely neglected garden.  Well, the dogs took off, Mason was right in their path.  He cried hard.  I felt bad.  Tyler felt bad.  Enough said.

3. Our living room if there was no Mason (I was vacuuming).

What it really looks like.

4. I'm out of things to say.  A little pathetic, but the truth.  So, I'll leave you with a spaghetti picture.

Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters

Saturday, July 9, 2011

8 Months.

Dear Mason,
Eight months old... hmmm... when did that happen?

I have no idea how heavy you are, but you are a chunk.  You don't have another check-up until next month and I haven't located our scale since we moved, but I'm guessing you are close to 20 pounds.  Although you've started crawling, you haven't been losing any inches on your thighs, so I've had to bury a couple diapers to the bottom of the pile because they don't fit right now.  Most of the clothes you wear are size 18 months.

Talk of mama and dada has died down quite a bit.  Your new favorite is baba and more recently papa (the a sound as in apple).  I think it is safe to say you've entered the babbling stage, most talking is done at night, when you've reached delirium.

Your favorite things to do right now are:
1. Be outside!

2. Play Mom or Dad jungle gym.

3. Eat.

4. Watch/"pet" the animals.

While laptops, cords, mail, cell phones, hair, ears, cameras, and shoes are eye catching to you and you really like to get your paws on them, we try to steer you towards safer play things.  You enjoy your musical table, the microphone stand, and books.  Oh, how you LOVE to turn the pages of books.. although after the page-eating incident, we've been sticking to board books recently.

No new teeth to report.  Although, for a while I thought there were going to be since you'd wake in the middle of the night.

Crawl, crawl, crawl.  Climb, climb, climb.  Move, move, move.  You are all over the place.  You don't sit still and you love to stand up.  About 2 and a half days after you started crawling, you cruised around the hassock.  I think this was a fluke because you have yet to do it again, and I'm okay with that.

You've created a nice, yet flexible schedule for yourself.  You wake up, usually around 7:30 (although lately, this time has been all over the place), we do dishes, eat breakfast, play, then you nap around 10.  When you wake up from your nap, it is time to make dinner, we eat, we play, we play some more, nap time again around 3.  If the day has gone well and we've worn you out accordingly, you won't take a third nap and then stay up late (11pm) before finally giving in to bedtime, ahem, and will be a good guy and go to bed between 8 and 9.  Of course there's lots of milk drinking spead out in your schedule, but you make the rules up for that as you go.

Your personallity is further developing and it is so fun to see.
Keep being you.