Consumed

So I've officially not blogged in over two months. I've just been so consumed - with life. Nothing exciting or terrible has happened, but I've been busy running after my baby who is barely a baby anymore. He's a full-grown toddler now and he takes up ALL of my energy. He is non-stop energy from morning until night. So that leaves me just a little free time at night that is spent trying to relax and not worry about blogging stats, uploading photos, etc.

But, I have to say that I'm starting to miss it. I miss updating family and such about Jackson and just unloading my random thoughts.

So no promises that I will be regularly updating, but I'll try to be less sporadic.

Jackson is SO big now and he is growing like crazy. He can say a handful of words, but is still much more physical than communicative. He is a happy little guy and we can't get enough of his personality! He likes to play with buckles and snaps and tries to figure out how everything works. He can put on pants/shorts onto one leg and is incredibly independent. He gets mad when you do something for him that HE wants to do!

Here are some recent photos of Jackson:

Houdini Lives at My House

It’s true. He’s been reincarnated as my son. He’s now able to open doors, the dishwasher (even when locked), and almost his baby gate.

But here’s the worst story (warning – it’s gross):

Jackson woke up from his nap on Friday afternoon and was playing peacefully in his crib. I usually let him hang out in there for about 10-20 minutes until he gets cranky.

All of a sudden he started screaming so I rushed in to check on him. What I found was a half-naked child with poop splattered ALL over him. I’m talking head-to-toe coverage, including the inside of his ears. It was all over the crib, all over his mobile, the sheets and blankets, and the wall behind his crib.

What had happened was that I put him down for a nap in just a t-shirt and diaper because it was so hot outside. I’ve done this a bunch and never thought twice about it. When he woke up he took his diaper off. It was dry…. He then peed and pooped in his crib. And then he started to play in it.

I was so mortified and disgusted, but at the same time I thought it was pretty funny. I kept thinking how glad I was that he was my own child because I couldn’t clean up another baby.

I wrapped him in a towel and proceeded to give the most gross shower/bath I have ever experienced. I had to hold him up with one hand and pour water/soap him down with the other. I finally got the little bugger clean (who was in a gloriously good mood) and then I had to clean up his room. Yuck.

While I was cleaning up his room I had him in a diaper to eat dinner (he’s a bit messy). He took off his diaper again and then handed it to me. Sigh…

I learned an extremely valuable lesson on Friday – my child is never to be trusted on his own with a diaper. Ever. I’m definitely NOT looking forward to the potty-training days!!

I couldn’t bear to photograph the incident, so here’s a nice little photo of him instead – all cleaned up!

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

It's been what feels like forever since I've blogged. It's just been easier not to, which is weird because I really like blogging. I've just been caught up living my life and NOT writing about it. It was a nice break.

Re-cap: Got an iPad as an early Mother's Day gift, traveled to Oregon to visit Trevor's family, and mostly just watching my little boy grow up right in front of my eyes.

I fall more and more in love with him Every. Single. Second.

Seriously, he makes me want 10 more just like him. Okay, two more (especially if the next one is a boy).

Easter Re-Cap

We had a great Easter – super low-key, just the way I like it.

Here are some photos:

 

Baby Fever

Yesterday was the first day since Jackson was born where I thought, “I kind of think I am ready to have another baby”. And then the world ended.

Okay, so I’m a bit dramatic, but I really haven’t felt like I could handle another baby so soon. We have plans to think about another baby beginning sometime next year and we are nowhere close to that considering it’s still March.

Last week I was all, whoa - slow down beast child. And now I’m all, whoa – wouldn’t you love a little sister/brother to play with?

I attribute this change to the world around me. More and more people that I know are either trying to get pregnant or are currently pregnant and they give me the idea that I too can conquer the second baby.

So last night I dreamt about baby bumps and midnight feedings and all things newborn.

And I woke up this morning – exhausted. So when Jackson took a nap I did too. From 8:30-10am. And that will NOT be happening with a second baby.

So I’m good for now. At least another week. Until I hear about someone else being pregnant, or I see a newborn and my heart and ovaries melt.

I mean, look at this ball of precious? Who wouldn’t want a few more of those???

Jackson–13 Months Old

Wow. I was looking at the calendar today and I realized that Jack is 13 months old! How crazy?! I’ve been calling him 12 and a half months for like three weeks or something and I think I decided in my mind that he was never going to get bigger.

But I was wrong. Of course. Here are his 13-month-old stats:

Weight: 22 lbs

Height: 31 inches

Clothing Size: 12-18 months

Eating: A lot! He loves bananas and yogurt for breakfast, and then pretty much whatever I'm eating he wants to eat as well. No more bottles at all – just sippy cups! Such a big boy :)

Favorite activities: Swinging at the park, Gymboree classes, playing with the dogs, and going on walks in his stroller.

Behavior: Jackson is a wild child! He loves to go. go. GO! A mess is made within seconds and he really enjoys getting into things he knows are off limits. He gives this sweet smile when he is into something that I have to pull him away from. Talk about trouble!

He is also still throwing the crazy tantrums and almost anything will set him off. He goes from happy to furious to happy in a matter of seconds.

 

And now, for some pictures!

My Child the Monster

I know that boys aren’t called divas, but mine should be. He is getting into this crazy phase where he wants what he wants at the moment he wants it. And when that doesn’t happen (because let’s face it, I’m not a magician) he loses his sh*t faster than Snooki at a party that’s just run out of alcohol.

I’m talking screaming at the top of his lungs, throwing himself around, thrashing his whole body tantrums. It’s incredible and not fun at all. At first I thought it was great that he knew what he wanted, and now I am wishing he was my precious newborn again. I thought the terrible twos didn’t show up until babies were, umm, two?!?!

I love this little beast more than anything, but he is driving me bonkers. He’s also become extra needy lately, and usually just with me. He lets Dad do a few other things when they are together, but when I am around he demands ALL 100% of my attention. I don’t know if that’s common with other babies??

I want him to learn what “no” means, but when we try to teach him and tell him no he just smiles this Cheshire cat smile and continues to be mischievous and just downright defiant. We refuse to spank him, and so we will pull him away from whatever he is doing and that’s simply not working either.

To top it off, I can’t get over how cute my little man is. He is a master manipulator and knows how to play us. Thanks to his father for that.

I mean, look at this baby face!

So, today is one of those days where my ovaries have boarded up shop and are hibernating until this child is a little more under control. And Momma is in desperate need of some delicious wine and perhaps a brownie.