Adam's 9 Month Video - A Twofer

Happy Birthday Adam!

I will post my usual numbers on his shirt photo and recap of the month, but today we took a video of his new "trick."  It looks like he is clapping at the end, but he's really asking for "more." Two skills in one short video! 

Magic Trees & Snowy Magic Trees

I steamed a while family size bag of broccoli, cauliflower and carrots tonight to try and give Adam some soft cooked carrots to try as finger food.  As usual, they came out tough and rubbery (why can't I cook soft carrots?!?!?)  So I was about to throw away the entire bag when I decided to plop a piece of broccoli in front of Owen just to watch his usual rejection.  To my surprise and delight, he ate the whole thing and asked for another one.  He ate about four pieces when I decided to try the cauliflower...I told him broccoli was a magic tree and these white ones were snowy magic trees, also called "cauliflower."  Fast forward to I now have an empty bag of broccoli and cauliflower. 

Yipeee!

Baby Signs

Here we are, a week away from Adam turning 9 months and he has officially started signing.  We really haven't been working much on this with him so I give him all the credit for this one!

Is Adam pushing this fire truck toy all over the living room by himself?  Uh, yeah he is!

Official First Day Of Preschool

Owen is officially a preschooler!  Today was kind of traumatic, I'm not going to lie.  Lots of crying before we even left for school...I sort of knew that last week's accidental dry run would have set the anxiety wheels in motion, but I suppose it's to be expected.

Once we got there, he actually did better than I thought.  He was very nervous, but he was holding it together.  Steve and I stayed for a while and he was engaging in some of the toys and activities but you could tell by his face he was on edge.  Then, one of his classmates lost it big time.  His mom left and the little boy started screaming like she was leaving him forever.  This really unnerved Owen so when we left, he lost it too.  I felt so sorry for him and it was so hard to leave him there knowing that he didn't know the teachers at all (they weren't with him during the orientation last week.)  I must have made Steve reassure me that we were doing the right thing at least 100 times.  We stayed outside the classroom listening to him cry for about 10 minutes (along with the mom of the other screaming child) but then we were scared he might come out into the hall to get his bunny which was in his backpack in the hall cubbies for just such an emergency, so we left.  I cried all the way home. 

About 5 minutes after we got home, my phone rang and it was his teacher...my heart dropped thinking that she was calling me to say that he hadn't calmed down and we should probably come pick him up.  But, she was calling to say he was doing fine!  She said he was really upset for a while, but asked the adults to leave him alone and so they did.  She said as soon as they gave him some space, he calmed right down and started joining the rest of the kids.  I was so relieved!

When we arrived to pick him up, we peeked in the window and he was doing fine on some task with the teachers, but when he looked up and saw us outside the window he lost it.  My instincts are telling me that the teachers may have told him after he saw us that he could come out when he finished whatever he was doing and that's why he lost it.  I tried to ask him, but he couldn't tell me what exactly happened in those moments.

Anyway, I was feeling pretty defeated at that point, but when we walked outside 3 of his classmates were playing in a small tree in the front of the school.  Owen suddenly became happy again and wanted to join his friends so we did that for a while in order to cap the day off with something positive.  After his friends left, we stayed for a bit and played some more on the school grounds.  I was able to ask him questions about school while he was distracted by the tree so this is what I learned about his first day of school:

• He got sad.
• Some boy name Jack kicked him.
• He had crackers for snack.
• He made a placemat with pictures...there were no pictures of Charlie on his placemat but there were pictures of Mom, Dad, Bubba and Adam.
• He played outside in the sand.
• His favorite person to play with was Sam.
• The teacher got Bunny out of his backpack for him when he was sad, but he told her he didn't want it.

After our little play session, we headed out of the parking lot and he was happy as a clam.  He even started singing "open shut them" and when I sang along, he corrected me on how his teacher sings it.  So I'm taking the fact that he seemed to enjoy some of the memories of school and wanted to continue playing with his friends as a good sign that he really did have fun there.  I am going to blame the crying on some massive separation anxiety which I will grant him because A: I've never left him anywhere like that before and B: I had it too.

I didn't get any "here we are before our first day of school" pictures because there was far too many tears, but Steve was able to get a cell phone photo of Owen after school (after our play session) when he wanted to wear his new backpack and go look at police cars.  How cool is it that the preschool is located at City Hall where there is a parking lot for police cars?  He kind of appreciates it now...I'm sure once he stops crying at school he is going to LOVE it.

Sniff.

Big Boy Bed x Two

The bedtime stories continue...Owen's bedding arrived yesterday and it is so cute.  However, once I had his bed all made up with the expensive (but made reasonable by a generous discount thanks to Steve's cousin) quilt and shams...I realized that until Owen is basically potty trained, I would probably not be using it.  It's easy to wash sheets and a blanket -- I really don't want to try and wash the quilt on a weekly basis.  So the quilt is safely stored in the closet for a few more months.

And tonight, Adam went to bed in his crib for the first time in his life.  He has been sleeping in the pack and play but tonight seemed like as good of night as any to make the switch.  There were no peeps going down...I'm hoping the night ends as good as it began!

And I have been wanting a picture of Owen in his big boy bed.  I was actually going to try and take a picture of both boys in each of their "new" beds, but I chickened out with Adam.  This one of Owen turned out a little blurrier than I wanted (well, the blanket is in focus!) but it's still cute...Using his pillows and cuddling Bunny.  He still hasn't figure out how to sleep under a blanket!
 

The View From Up Here

Adam has figured out how to pull himself up on things. And by "things" I mean "everything." The couch, the coffee table, the jumparoo, toys, my leg, the dog, drawer handles, just a wall like Spider Man...He's super proud of himself too.

Number Two

I'm trying to figure out how to start this post.  I wanted to say "Owen is not a big fan of books."  But that isn't true because he LOVES his bedtime stories.  He will read 900 books before bed if we let him.  But he refuses to read a book during the day.  I don't know why?  Sometimes I wonder if he thinks a book means it's bedtime?  Or he just prefers his toys when he's downstairs where they all are (he has no toys in his room.)  I don't know.  But today, he found a book and immediately wanted to read it.  The first one ever that I can remember he's wanted to read during the day.  Guess which one it was?

Accidental First Day Of Preschool

Owen had an accidental first day of preschool today.  I was told that today was orientation and that "you will accompany your child to meet new friends and have some fun."  So I told Owen that today we were going to his new school and that I would stay with him but next week, he would go by himself (just like Caillou!) 

So we arrived and after about 2 minutes of playing with some fun new toys, the teacher came over and said "so when you think your child is ready, go ahead and follow me to the parent room where we will go over the information for the year."  Uh...ok?  So I told Owen I was going away for a second and he acted like he could care less.

TWO HOURS LATER we returned to our children.  There were no tears, but a little bit of whining and mouthiness...probably because he was mad at me for leaving him for so long!  The teacher said he did great.  Owen told me, "I pretended to cry but the lady told me 'Your Mommy is in her classroom and she'll be back soon!'"  But then proceeded to tell me how he didn't want to come back to school.  Hopefully he'll change his mind next week for the official first day of school.

Here are the unofficial first art projects of preschool.  A ladybug and two bees.  But one of the bees has a smiley face on it.  He's been practicing these a lot and he's getting pretty darn good (I think!) 

Big Boy Bed

This morning when I was thinking about our "to do" list for the day, I told Steve that he might want to disassemble Owen's crib to make room for the new mattress and box springs that were being delivered today.  When I saw him with the screwdriver, I immediately had this realization that last night was the last time Owen would ever sleep in a crib!  Yes, I know I purchased the mattress on Saturday and arranged for delivery today so in theory, I knew that Sunday night would be the last time -- but for some reason, it didn't "click" last night and now I regret not having more of a ceremonial goodbye.  I have a hard time letting go to things that I associate with Owen being my "little boy" so when I have to, I like to send them off with a tip of my imaginary cap.  The poor crib was in pieces before I realized what was really happening so I was a little unnerved facing the rest of the day.

Owen left with Steve to go bike riding with Michael and Audrey, so I was able to welcome the new bed into our home when it arrived.  However, I had to run out to buy bedding so I missed Owen's introduction.  I hear from Steve that he was VERY excited when he saw it, which was a major relief for me because I had a slight fear that he would cry for his crib once he saw it wasn't a "bonk-bed" (bunk bed) like he wanted.  For now, it's just a box spring and mattress on the floor of his room until I'm confident in his ability not to fall out.  And just a fitted sheet with his usual crib accessories until he learns how to sleep under a blanket (and it cools down enough to NEED a blanket!)

When I got home, he told me that a big boy bed was upstairs in his room and he held my hand and led me up the stairs to look at it.  The test drives this afternoon were all about how high you can jump on a big boy bed.  Also making me a little nervous for this evening.  But he was extremely happy and never once mentioned the crib.

This evening, I had talked up how excited I was to be able to read his bedtime book in HIS bed (he has been liking reading books in our bed and the guest bed instead of his rocking chair, so I thought this was a perfect transition for when we move the rocker into Adam's room.)  When we headed up to his room, he hopped right into his bed and pulled out one of his favorite stories, No, David! and proceeded to read it to Bunny while I took a couple ceremonial photos.  Then I gave him a few "pointers."

Me: If you fall out of bed tonight, just get back up into bed, okay? 

O: Okay.

Me: I put a lock on the inside of your door, see?  BUT, when it's morning and it's time to get up, it will be gone and you can come wake me up!  Okay?

O:  But I don't WANT a lock on my door.  The lock is on the knob and I can't open it.

Me:  I know, but it's only on there at night when it's not time to come out.  In the morning, when it's time to come out it will be off the knob and you can open the door and come wake me up!

O:  In the morning it will be off?

Me:  Yep!

O:  Okay.

Then I snuggled in next to him and read him his book, sang him his song and turned off the lights.  He was super snuggly and sweet and didn't bat an eye when I closed the door.  I heard footsteps in his room from downstairs and over the monitor, I heard him playing with his white noise.  But after about 5 minutes, I pretended like I forgot something in his room and quietly opened the door and he was lying in his bed staring at the ceiling.  There hasn't been a peep since. 

Again, another huge transition that I worry and worry about and he handles it like a pro.  I'm still a little nervous to see what happens tonight if he wakes up disoriented or does fall out, but it seems like it's going to be a pretty quick learning curve.

Another milestone in the books.  Another day I'm so proud of my Bubbie.

Addicted To Carmex

I'm a Carmex Addict.  Today, Owen got a hold of one of my tins...Oops.