Bailey is my oldest sister’s middle daughter. She is the sweetest thing, and such a little mama. She loves my boys so darn big that I can’t even stand it. Every time I have seen her (which is a heck of a lot of times. I’m talking hundreds) since Jackson was born she has wanted to pick him up and hold him and carry him around. This love and fascination with babies has carried over to Wyatt now, too. And I am happy to say that she still wants to carry Jack around too ;). These boys are so lucky to have such a sweet and loving cousin to grow up with. She is a special little mama.
Three months has gone by far too quickly! You are no longer considered a newborn, and have graduated into the infant stage, marked by your chubby cheeks, thigh rolls, and general alertness now. You continue to be very smiley and sweet, and so easy on us. I cannot even believe how easily we transitioned into a family of four, and it is all thanks to you and your pleasant demeanor.
You continue to sleep through the night (thank you!), waking only every few days in the early morning hours. Most nights you will go to bed around 8:00, and sleep until I dream feed you around 10:30. You then settle back into sleep until around 5:30-6:00 AM, which is when I need to be up feeding you and getting us all ready for me to go to work anyway, so it feels like I am sleeping full nights, which is awesome at only 3 months in!
February was a big month for you! You have become so much more scheduled, and sadly, I transitioned you into sleeping in your crib this past month, which was harder on me than on you or anyone else. You also began visiting Grandma & Grandpa (and school!) 3 days per week while Mommy + Daddy go to work. I am still considering myself so incredibly lucky to have a couple of work days at home with you and your brother each week as well.
You are so animated and interactive these days, constantly stomping on the piano at the end of your activity mat, squealing at me, daddy & Jackson (he is obsessed with you - he affectionately calls you “bro bro” and is always helping with caring for you and playing with you and constantly says that he loves you “so much!!!”), and you are so flipping close to laughing, and sometimes almost let that giggles escape. I think you will be laughing regularly within days. You are also ridiculously close to rolling over (both from back to belly + belly to back) and get angry when you cant make it happen.
You continue to be the biggest and most wonderful gift. We all love you so much baby bro bro!
365 Project | February 21st-March 2nd
- February 21, 2014: Circles
- February 22, 2014: You lookin’ at me?
- February 23, 2014: Buddies :)
- February 24, 2014: Robe
- February 25, 2014: Sit.
- February 26, 2014: 12 Weeks.
- February 27, 2014: This fist is delicious!
- February 28, 2014: Wear Them.
- March 1, 2014: Sleepy.
- March 2, 2014: Buddies + Planes.
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This kid blows my mind again and again with his smarts. He will turn three on April 17th, and he knows every shape possible (I’m talking hexagon, rhombus, and crescent, ya’ll). I take zero credit for his knowledge of shapes - it was all an iPad app called “toddler shapes.” And some Mickey Mouse, too. I recently painted one entire wall of our basement with Chalkboard Paint for Jackson to have fun with. I took advantage of his sleepover with Grandma & Grandpa to paint the wall, and the next day surprised him and let him get to work (he requested that I write his name and draw a road, being very clear that it had to have a turn in it, of course). I asked him what he was drawing, and he said “a circle.” very matter-of-fact….AND THEN HE DID. Now, I knew that he could recognize shapes and colors and even numbers and some letters, but I was shocked when he started drawing circle after circle. The next evening we were hanging down in the basement again, and he was drawing more circles, but then switched to the number one. Now, I know it’s just a line, but still, I am so proud of my two year old kid for being able to recognize and draw a freaking line. And a circle. I’m calling it now - the kid is going to be a genius. (they actually just moved him up a grade a school a couple of months early, because he was “developmentally ready”) Seriously though, I think as long as we can cultivate his interests and keep him challenged enough, he is going to be a little smarty pants!
365 Project | February 11th-20th
- February 11, 2014: Dude
- February 12, 2014: Red Velvet
- February 13, 2014: Snow!
- February 14, 2014: Valentine <3
- February 15, 2014: XOXO
- February 16, 2014: Play Time
- February 17, 2014: Happy!
- February 18, 2014: Alert
- February 19, 2014: Sweet.
- February 20, 2014: Baby.
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This is a photo of my bedroom. I sleep on the far side of the bed, a bassinet tucked neatly beside me. I love having Wyatt so close by, just within arms reach throughout the entire night. Jackson was out of our room and sleeping in his crib by 6 weeks of age. It certainly made for a more exhausted mama there for awhile, but since we committed to sleep “training” him (not at six weeks, more like 5 months) he has always been, and continues to be an amazing sleeper in terms of putting himself to sleep and not fighting bedtime. I love the ease that comes with our nighttime routine with Jackson. He knows that we brush teeth, read a story, have a hug + kiss, and then he settles down for sleep while I leave the room and go about my usual business. I contribute a great deal of this success to his comfort level in terms of his crib from an early age.
Wyatt will reach 11 weeks of age on Tuesday, and I just can’t come to terms with him leaving my room. He has been napping in his crib regularly, twice a day, on a regular schedule. I noticed that he was showing signs of sleep around 10 AM daily, so I decided to swaddle him and lay him down one day, and was amazed when he silently put himself to sleep. He does the same thing between 2-3 PM daily, and every time I swaddle him, give him a paci, and he puts. himself. to sleep. I didn’t even know that was a thing at this age, but apparently he is an angel and I am blessed with the most precious baby ever in all of the universe, and he does it, and its easy, so I’m not complaining or questioning, we are going with it.
Anyhow, I go back to work a week from Monday, and know that I am going to be overly exhausted at that point, and that it probably wouldn’t be a horrible idea for all of us to get really good sleep, and that to accomplish that he should probably be in his own room, but man…
He is most likely our last baby. I love having a baby in my room next to me. Every day my rational mind thinks crazy thoughts about how “tonight will be the night. I will place him in his crib and we will all be happy and merry and lovely roses rainbows and butterflies atop purple mountains and world peace!” Then, bedtime comes and I nurse him, swaddle him, and place him right next to me in his lovely bassinet, thinking that “tomorrow is the night, there is no way we are ready for this, if he sleeps in his crib tonight the world. will. end.” It’s a classic tug-of-war over here. Who knows when he will make it to his crib.
When he does start sleeping in his crib, I will have to come to terms with the fact that I will most likely never have a tiny baby tucked in next to my bed ever again. It all comes back to the “ache.” I have said before that I would love to have 152364846 babies. I love them so much when they are little. I can’t afford 152364846 babies, and I don’t want 152364846 teenagers, so we are very likely keeping it at two (don’t get your hopes up grandpa!). I could have 152364846 babies, but still ache for “just one more.” I don’t think that ache will ever really go away. I am going to be old and wrinkly and gray, and still aching for “just one more” baby. I won’t love our two any less - they are amazing and perfect, and they are more than fulfilling, and make our family so much better. But at the same time, I don’t think that ache ever really goes away.
Tonight, at 9:00 PM I swaddled my baby, placed him in his crib and rubbed his sweet little head. It has been an hour since he put himself to sleep, and I am going about my usual business, almost ready for bed myself. I may make tonight the night, after all he is already in his crib. The crazy hormonal-new-mom-of-a-final-baby side of me suspects that I might just go in there and scoop him up only to place him neatly in his bassinet right next to me. Sometimes we just aren’t ready.
Happy Valentine’s Day from my little cherubs!
While I am dying to share the photos I took of the boys in some cute V-Day gear, I am going to try to hold off until actual Valentine’s Day…if I can resist ;). In the meantime, I wanted to share Jackson’s Classroom Valentine’s for his party at school tomorrow. On the top are his valentines for this year, and the bottom photo are last year’s valentines.
I ordered both from Minted, and first saw them last valentine’s day on Melissa’s blog. They are about 2 in x 3 in and are the most adorable, high quality valentine’s ever in the world. Also, I have to give a big shout out to my friend Ali Caudill for the beautiful (as always!) photos that are used on BOTH cards. Seriously, if you are in the DC Metro area and looking for a photographer, she is your girl.
*Note that I have not been compensated or urged to post these rave reviews in any way by Minted or Ali. I just love the tiny valentine’s so much, and I love Ali and her beautiful self even more.
Jackson knows that its very important to wear safety goggles every time he works with his “tools.” He also knows that its sometimes necessary to wear them when not working with tools. I literally can’t ever stop laughing at how they distort his face. It’s been cracking me up for two years straight. Pretty much daily.
I sure wish I took before & after photos, but I have to tell you that my pediatrician is a wizard. At Wyatt’s two month visit last Thursday I mentioned that I had been oiling his head due to the dreadful case of cradle cap that he has. Jackson had a REALLY mild case of cradle cap around the same age, but it never flared up badly or was even really noticeable, Wyatt, on the other hand, had a head full of ugly yellow scales. The pediatrician recommended picking up a bottle of Selsen Blue Dandruff Shampoo. The stuff they make for men. I was pretty skeptical, because its regular strength men’s shampoo, and maybe not the best thing to use on precious baby heads, but I also really don’t like the scales. And Wyatt doesn’t love that I am drawn to picking at them either, so curiosity won out. And it was our trusted PEDIATRICIAN who recommended it, so yeah. She said to rub it onto his head thoroughly and let it sit for ten minutes, and then rinse. She also said that it would likely clear up within 2-3 applications, and that we should space them out to about twice per week. She said that not only would it take care of the scales that were already on his scalp, it would also kill the yeast that causes it to come back over and over again (I have friends who’s children have battled cradle cap for more than a year…so yeah). Anyway, it seemed reasonable enough so I picked up a bottle on Thursday and we followed her instructions that evening. Immediately after the bath I was pretty unimpressed, as it looked like all the shampoo had done was turn his scales green and make him smell like a grown man. On Friday morning, though, it was apparent that a good amount of the scales were actually gone!
We went out of town over the weekend and it seemed like his scales were fading away more and more. When we got home last night, I applied some more shampoo and rinsed again, and today there are almost no scales left on his precious little head. So yeah, I’d say that it is working. I mean, he smells like a man, but at least his head will be nice and smooth soon!
Also if you plan on using this method take note: Selsen Blue is obviously not tear-free gentle shampoo like Johnsons, or other brands marketed to little ones. Just be careful when rinsing :)