Sorry to my readers out there. I just know there must be thousands of you (right!). Seriously though, I do apologize for not updating this as regularly as I should since I do have a few friends and family out there who do wonder how the Palmer's are and more importantly, Aedan.
So where are we at? Well, I'm sad to say that we're still in the throws of teething. It's bareable at least. He's not an angry little man anymore. He's mostly gnawing on anything he can get his hands on and generally just growling at me. That's a really strange thing actually. The person that he's around the most, who he relies on food for, who birthed him to say the least, is also the person he has a general distaste for in some of his worst days.
Now, I'm prone to exaggeration...those who know me best SHOULD realize that. Aedan is by far one of the easiest babies I've ever known. His worst days account for the occassional fussiness, going to bed a little later than 7:30 p.m. and waking up slightly before his regular 6:00 a.m. rising. "Give me a break" say most mothers! "You've got it easy!" We all have our crosses to bear.
Update on Aedan (sorry I rambled there a bit):
At 6 months old already...I can hardly believe it, Aedan has more personality than ever. We are now able to distinguish grumpy, sad, happy, giggly, silly, snuggly, sleepy, and hungry emotions. He's about 19 pounds and 28 inches long. At his last check-up we were happily notified that we weren't growing a gigantic baby. Seems as though his weight gain is evening out but he is a long boy.
Aedan has lots of ticklish spots...under his little butt cheeks, between the "Perry" thighs (all of you Perry's out there can relate), his neck when you can find it, and of course his little arm pits. Sitting up has become a sport so to speak. He does the "you're not going to make me lay down" kind of wretching with his little body and then just the opposite when the mood strikes.
A couple of weeks ago we visited Iron Kettle Pumpkin Farm. He was less than enthused.
He's now eating food - the homemade kind. I'm really not sure if this is going to work for him in the long run. All sorts of kids whose crazy granola eating moms have made their own baby food and still have grown wacked out kids who only eat chicken nuggets and candy bars. We'll see. So far he loves bananas, applesauce, pears, acorn squash and sweet potatoes. It's fun to watch the faces he makes with each new food group.
We're good, Aedan's happy and healthy, Pat and I are still married, and all is well. We're surviving this crazy road trip of life - for now anyway.
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Rolling Over, High Pitch Squeels and Laughter Oh My!
Aedan is going to grow. It's a fact that I have to deal with. I was hoping (unrealistically) that he would stay little for forever! It's not happening which is a good thing medically speaking.
He's now rolling over onto his side. He hasn't quite figured out how to roll onto his stomach yet but I don't think he's interested in taking that step. He's pretty happy rolling onto one side and looking at himself in the mirror in his crib. This morning I noticed that he also likes to put his feet on his mirror which now needs to be cleaned of slobber soaked handprints and footprints.
Squeeling at the top of his lungs has become the norm. He tries to outdo each one by scrunching up his face and squinting his eyes as tight as possible to see how loud he can get. He makes us laugh every time he does it EXCEPT when all of a sudden the clock stikes 7:30 p.m. and the happy squeel becomes an ear piercing scream! We've started calling it the witching hour because in a matter of seconds he goes from sweet, calm Aedan to this irrational monster who acts like he hasn't been fed or slept for days. Forget about consolling him. He's only thinking about two things at this point: boob and bed!
Things are settling in at the Palmer house. I hesitate to say we're in a groove since we never know what tomorrow will bring. But I think in most cases we're pretty good at figuring out what he needs. Aedan might have a different opinion. I'm certain he'll have to go to therapy at some point in his life and will tell his psychologist that his parents completely ruined his life. Upon graduating from high school I'll be sure to give him a gift certificate for 3 free sessions with a therepist "on us."
He's now rolling over onto his side. He hasn't quite figured out how to roll onto his stomach yet but I don't think he's interested in taking that step. He's pretty happy rolling onto one side and looking at himself in the mirror in his crib. This morning I noticed that he also likes to put his feet on his mirror which now needs to be cleaned of slobber soaked handprints and footprints.
Squeeling at the top of his lungs has become the norm. He tries to outdo each one by scrunching up his face and squinting his eyes as tight as possible to see how loud he can get. He makes us laugh every time he does it EXCEPT when all of a sudden the clock stikes 7:30 p.m. and the happy squeel becomes an ear piercing scream! We've started calling it the witching hour because in a matter of seconds he goes from sweet, calm Aedan to this irrational monster who acts like he hasn't been fed or slept for days. Forget about consolling him. He's only thinking about two things at this point: boob and bed!
Things are settling in at the Palmer house. I hesitate to say we're in a groove since we never know what tomorrow will bring. But I think in most cases we're pretty good at figuring out what he needs. Aedan might have a different opinion. I'm certain he'll have to go to therapy at some point in his life and will tell his psychologist that his parents completely ruined his life. Upon graduating from high school I'll be sure to give him a gift certificate for 3 free sessions with a therepist "on us."
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