Thursday, October 20, 2016

Adam is 5 Months!!

So, I started this blog a couple weeks ago and never got around to finishing it. Now we are just one week away from turning 6 months and I can't remember what was true a couple weeks ago and what is better suited for the 6 month post! But I also don't want to just delete it and not have a recap for this month. Because one day I may want to look back and see if he was rolling in both directions by now (he's not). haha! So, forgive this ridiculously short update! More to come in the upcoming 6-month update! 

Watching me dry my hair

Tummy time!

Happy boy!

Little spidey for Super Hero Day at Kids World

Loves his daddy! :)

brotherly love... lol!


I feel like I just wrote the 4-month blog! And here we are, 5 months old already! It feels like it's FLYING by! I know everyone always says that, but I am really just blown away by how quickly time is passing this year. One more month and he'll be sitting in a high chair eating food. Excuse me?!

Adam is a master of rolling from back to tummy. He does it almost immediately when we lay him on the floor to play. He still hasn't quite figured out tummy to back yet. It was this month of life that Grayson started the log roll for getting around, so I'm expecting that it's right around the corner. Adam holds his head up high, and can lift onto his forearms with no issues. He tries to get up onto his knees, but so far he just kicks furiously and pulls at the blanket to try to pull himself along. He enjoys being on his tummy, but I think he gets frustrated when he can't move forward or roll the other direction, so he'll start to fuss until we re-position him. But then he'll just roll back onto his tummy and fuss again. I'm constantly saying to him, "Well, don't roll onto your tummy if you don't want to be there!" But I know he's just trying to master a skill, so I let him work through it for a minute or so before rolling him back over or picking him up.

In the earlier months, I thought I had finally gotten my great sleeper! He liked to fall asleep laying in his crib, and he would wake only once a night most nights. But, no more! He's like a normal baby again. He prefers to nurse and rock while he falls asleep, or cuddle in our bed. He wakes at least twice, sometimes three times a night. He goes to bed between 6:30-7 every night and falls asleep really quickly. But sometimes in the middle of the night it can take a while to get him back to sleep. And while he did recover from the cold I wrote about in my last update (yes, we think it was a cold and not allergies), he is now sick with a new one! We have commenced the middle of the night snot sucking and running the humidifier. Which also means more difficulty sleeping. Oh's all part of the deal. At least I'm used to it from Grayson!

He laughs and babbles constantly! He all has a really loud, high-pitched happy squeal that he likes to use. He still rarely cries or fusses. He's a perfectly chill and happy baby!

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

This is summer.

This is summer.


Water-logged air, heavy and thick. Salty, slick, and sticky skin.

Hands wiping, fanning, swatting swarms of gnats, smacking, smearing the bloodthirsty remains of mosquitos. 

The wafting fragrance of fresh cut grass, watermelon, chlorine, and the plastic of pool rafts.  
Exposed limbs and toes, flip-flops slapping calloused heels, frizzy hair, pulled into buns, pony tails, and braids. Makeup melting, mingling with the SPF 15. 

Rushing waves, where the sea meets the sky. Wrestling with unrelenting umbrellas and beach chairs, the grit of sand between toes, between teeth, stretched lycra and floppy hats, the sharp crunch of seashells. The laughter of gulls, of children giddy on sunshine, and grownups with daiquiris and Coronas on ice. The sting of green aloe on angry red flesh. 

New Eagles SOARing, gold name tags and embroidered shirts, sweating under the sun, shivering in frigid computer labs, holding to the hope of leaving work early.

Eager to read the angsty turmoil of teenagers, the ragged-edged dreams of moms, and the clothesline chitchat of suburbia. Beach books. Summer reads. Best done through the tinted lenses of foggy sunglasses. 

Sequestered in dark living rooms, curtains drawn, AC rushing over little boy legs, splayed across a blanket on the floor, Disney movies and an endless loop of Dora the Explorer, too hot to leave the cool confines of the house. 

Popcorn, potato chips, hotdogs, bar-b-que, corn on the cob, iced lattes, sweet tea, fizzy sodas and sugary Kool-Aid. The foods of the season.

Transition. Aging from one grade to the next. The promise of new clothes, ink pens, and notepads. Fear, uncertainty, the brink of newness, and the allure of boots and bonfires. Bringing it to an end.


Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Dear Adam: 4 Months


Dear Adam,

This week you turned 4 months old. The world is a crazy place these days. There are tragic things happening world-wide, volatile emotions and pride are leaving big, gaping divisions among people, and our country is in an election season that you'll one day study in your History or Government classes. It will probably be referred to as that time America lost its mind.

But you, my sweet boy, are just now exploring beyond your immediate surroundings. What you know still holds true -- when you're hungry you will be fed, when you're sad you will be snuggled, hugs and kisses are nice, and the white noise of the fan is perfect for being lulled to sleep. You're also actively discovering more -- moving your body certain ways leads to different perspectives; there is more to see beyond our faces or the alluring glow of a lamp; books, TV, and toys all have varying colors, sounds, and textures to offer your exploring little hands, feet, and mouth. You are eager to learn and take it all in. I am so thankful for your curious mind, and even more thankful that, for now, I can still limit your exposure to the world so that you don't have to know the bad parts just yet. You can just enjoy the sweet taste of milk, the warmth of my arms, the exciting bounce of the "Dora the Explorer" theme song, and the calming sway of your infant swing. This is such a simple and joyful age. I wish I could freeze time and soak in your precious giggles and smiles and your tiny little fingers around mine. Before I know it you'll be too big for that swing and too busy for cuddles. I know each stage is wonderful in its own way, but I have to say, I'm really loving this one.

You rolled over for the first time a few weeks ago. I came to get you out of bed and you were on your tummy! I assume you did it by accident. Now, however, you can roll freely and with ease, from back to tummy. I haven't seen you go from tummy to back just yet. But you immediately roll over when I lay you on the floor and you kick your legs and pull on the blanket with your hands...kid, you will be scooting forward so soon!

You have the best little voice! You talk all the time. Energetic little coos and ahhs and giggles. This morning you were nursing and Daddy and I were talking to Grayson. He made us laugh, as he so often does. You heard us laughing and you popped off with the biggest grin and started laughing too! I swear, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. My heart almost burst!

Sleep is still going well, though you're probably (hopefully) going through the infamous 4-month sleep regression. You still sleep well, for a baby, but you wake up twice now instead of just once. Of course, you are also going to bed earlier (6:30-7), so that could be why also. The past two days you've woken up around 5:15, which is a little too early, but I think that's mostly because you've been "sick." I put that in quotations because I'm completely stumped as to whether or not you are actually sick. For weeks now you've been stuffy, coughing, and sneezing at night and early morning. You wake up coughing and have a hard time nursing because your nose is stopped up. Sometimes we're able to suck some stuff out, but many times it just seems to be swollen sinuses or something. But during the day, you're perfectly fine. Daycare says you don't seem sick at all. You are happy, playful, eat and sleep well, and don't cough or sound stuffy. So, what's the deal, littlest? Are you allergic to something? Dust? The cats? I've tried to keep things extra clean for you, but sometimes it can be tough to eliminate those triggers completely. I've read you're too little for allergies like that, but I just don't know. How can you have these cold symptoms so consistently at night but nothing during the day? I feel like if you didn't have this going on, you would be sleeping more soundly.

You love your brother. He's so fascinating! But he's also a little alarming. You are adventurous though. Even when Grayson is a little too rough, like this morning when he tried to stand on a ball and it rolled away from him and bumped into your little didn't cry at all. You seemed surprised and then started smiling like nothing had happened. It won't be long and you'll be imitating Grayson and getting yourself hurt in the process.

I love how easy-going you are. Uncle Brett recently commented that he doesn't think he's ever heard you cry. Fuss for a second while you impatiently wait for milk, maybe, but not really cry. Daycare always circles "happy/content/curious" and never any of the other emotions on your daily reports. People are always referring to you as sweet, happy, chill, or calm. While I appreciate how easy you make things, I think my favorite quality of yours is the joy you emanate. You are always smiling or babbling excitedly. And if you're calm and quiet, all I can think is how you are the perfect image of peace. I know you're a human and you aren't perfect and you'll battle sin in your life, but I imagine when I look at you, I have a small fraction of God's perspective when he looks at us. I love you fully, completely, unconditionally, and see only your most wonderful qualities.

Never lose that sweetness. Never lose your joy. This world is scary and heavy with sadness, much of the time. But somewhere in the mess of it all, there is always joy to be found. Jesus gives us that, my littlest. Never, ever lose your ability to find that and hold on tight.


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Grayson: My Big Boy

At Tybee Island - May 2016

backyard summer fun - June 2016

July 2016

Enjoying his morning smoothie with his friend Mouse! July 2016

Oatland Island Wildlife Center - July 2016

Shopping! August 2016

July 2016

Oatland Island Wildlife Center - July 2016

First day in the 3-year old classroom - a little nervous! - August 1, 2016

Morning selfies - August 2016

August 2016

sweet brother snuggles - August 2016

As with every month and year of Grayson's life, I both rejoice in the progress and will it to slow down! I both miss my baby and cherish my big boy. Time passes by in an instant. I marvel at how little I remember of the minute details of his baby years. After a rough night with Adam, I think back on the many (gosh, there were MANY) rough nights with Grayson and it hardly seems real. Like the blurring, hazy memories of a dream. I'm desperate to slow it all down long enough for me to commit it to memory. But alas, time refuses to submit to my demands! So, I write it here and hope that it helps! :)

Grayson started school in the 3-year old class this month. We were a little sad about this transition because we love the teachers in the 2-year old class. And they love Grayson, too. But as with most milestones in Grayson's life, he handled it like a champ and any worry or anxiety was for naught. Other than a few fussy, tired evenings during the first week, the transition has been seamless!

In many ways, this current stage of life is my favorite thus far. Grayson is smarter than ever and learning new things every day. The things he remembers says amaze and excite me! I love that while watching the scene with the wolves in Beauty and the Beast, Grayson said, "I know about wolves. I saw them at the zoo with Leland and Cody." We continued to have a quick conversation about the wolves and other animals we saw at the zoo that day (about a month or so ago). I love that Grayson knows songs. Like, really knows them. This morning I started singing a song from "Dora the Explorer" (that junk just lives in my head these days!) and Grayson took over and finished the song for me. I love that he can explain things to me. He can tell me that he's crying because he hit his toe on the door or because Daddy picked up a dead bug to throw away (it's not always logical. And it doesn't always happen right away. Sometimes we spend several minutes trying to get him to stop crying long enough to tell us why.). I love that he can actually tell me what he did at school and what his favorite activities are (currently - riding bikes!). I love that he is learning how to recognize emotions and be empathetic (to a degree). He tells me when he thinks Adam is sad. He tells me when one of his friends was sad at school. His teacher told us that he tries to comfort the other kids when they are upset. I love that!

Doing things with Grayson is more fun than ever, too! Simple errands can become a fun adventure. He rarely complains and we can turn mundane tasks into something interesting. On Sunday we went to the jewelry store to have my rings cleaned. While we waited, Grayson and I looked in awe at all the sparkly diamonds, and then searched for Mickey Mouse among the display of bracelet charms. He even helped me shop for clothes, expressing an opinion on what clothes he liked and didn't. When I tried on something he particularly liked, he would say, "Ohhh! Look at Mommy!" like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. 

He also enjoys helping with tasks around the house. He is usually great at cleaning up his messes, and he will let you know if you try to put a toy away in the wrong place. (I wonder who he got that from! Hint - it's not me.) He likes to help me prepare Adam's bottles for the next day by sticking the labels on them, helping me carry empty bottles to the sink, and if I'm feeling brave...helping me pour the milk. He likes helping us cook and even though it may slow down the process, we try to let him help however he can.

In addition to being smart and fun and helpful (oh, and hilarious!), he is also super sweet. He still loves to snuggle. Sometimes it's easy to forget that he's still a little guy because he seems so grown up. But he still needs his moments of cuddling to cool down from time to time. 

Speaking of, yes, it's an awesome stage, but it's also tiring and frustrating at times. With all his blossoming language, skills, and independence comes strong opinions, testing boundaries, and asserting himself in ways that are not always welcomed! He not only remembers fun facts and events, but also special treats or changes in routine that were never meant to be regularly repeated. For example, Scott brought him a donut in the car on the way home from school once, and for a week Grayson seemed to think we were just hoarding donuts under the car seats and refusing to share them with him. He would first insist that we did have donuts, even though we told him we didn't. "I think we DO!" Then, when that got him no where, he would cry. 

Tasks and errands are more fun, but they also have the potential to be exhausting. While he was really sweet and well-behaved for most of the time at the mall on Sunday, after a while he ended up crawling in and out of the dressing room under the door, running away from us and weaving in and out of clothing displays, and shouting and laughing very loudly. I was trying to try on shoes, Scott was wearing Adam, and suddenly we had to try to chase down our almost 3-yr old who moments before was being a model child. He can flip that switch so easily! 

His independence is helpful and exciting, but it also means that he wants to do everything by himself. And if you try to help him when he doesn't want your help? The good Lord be with you because he will scream bloody murder! And if he's REALLY worked up, he might try to hit you or kick you or just jump on you. And if you happen to also be holding Adam? Yeah, it can go downhill fast! 

But at the end of the day, he's still the best almost-3-yr-old I know. The age has its challenges, as it does with every child, but for the most part he is handling it all very well. He has big emotions, and I realize it can be tough to learn to regulate them. Even though he tries our patience and drives us nuts sometimes, Scott and I are both so in love with him! We have both ended up in tears recently at the thought of how quickly Grayson is growing up. It's crazy to look back on memories that don't seem that long ago, like our beach vacation last summer, last Halloween, and our trip to Disney last December, and realize how much bigger and more advanced Grayson is now. How has so much changed in such a short amount of time?! How is it that just 8 months ago he was being rocked to sleep before going down in a toddler bed with a pacifier and now he sleeps on his own in a full bed?? How is it that just 7-8 months ago he was still in diapers and now he's potty trained?! Or that just a year ago we were counting the number of words in his sentences and getting excited about 7 or 8, and now he can carry on full conversations with us? 

It's all hard to believe, and it's all bitter sweet. But despite the many challenges, the joys outnumber them by far! And I think I'll be okay, until the day he outgrows the snuggling! ;)
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