Posts Tagged ‘8 months’

Happy New Year!

Friday, January 1st, 2010

I'm the New Year Baby!

WTF is this? Please tell me you didn't really try to make a sash out of toilet paper, cuz that's just pathetic.

Destroy! Destroy! 2009 is over!

Welcome to my world, 2010. I'm here to stay.

Weirdest. Baby. Ever.

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

Y’all. There’s something wrong with my bebeh. First it was chewing on anything made of leather. Then it was the carrying stuff around in his mouth. Now it’s this:

Do you want to know WHY he is doing that? It’s because the tile is cold and hard and his delicate little baby knees don’t want to touch it. On the one hand, those are some mad problem solving skills for a 9 month old. His little brain figured out how to avoid doing something he doesn’t like. This bodes very well for his survival in the world but not so well for my chance of getting him to mow the lawn someday. On the other hand, I want to tell him Dude, can you not SEE your knees? They’re the chubbiest little baby knees ever and if all that baby fat isn’t protecting you from cold hard things then I don’t know what it’s for.

Also, I am slightly jealous of his flexibility. I’ve always sucked at Downward Dog.

A Gift For You

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

In the spirit of Stuff On My Cat, I present Stuff On My Baby. Which I cannot believe doesn’t already exist as a website instead of just a parked domain name. Stuff On My Baby will be priceless! Babies are always covered in stuff, plus the really little ones are totally helpless against having stuff put on them. I mean, not that I would put stuff on a helpless sleeping infant. That would be bad parenting, especially if I then put pictures of that stuff on the internet. Nope, I would never ever do something like that. And not just because my baby is now too old for those kind of shenanigans and I have to settle for tricking him into funny pictures while he’s awake.

Yarn on my baby

A colander on my baby

A red (but not riding) hood on my baby

I apologize for the lack of consistent posts the past week and apologize in advance for the lack of posts in the coming week. The holidays have been making me crazy and draining all the creativity and humor right out of my brain. I’m also sort of shell shocked by the fact that 2010 is just days away and my baby is almost 9 months old. I think once all that sinks in I’m going to have a freak out of major proportions, which I will happily share with you because it’s bound to bring the LOLs.

Animal Baby

Saturday, December 19th, 2009

Based on his habit of carrying stuff around in his mouth, Baby Evan seems to be confused as whether the dog is his pet or his brother. Since animals outnumber babies in our house 3 to 1 and he spends most of his time down at cat and dog level anyway, I shouldn’t be too surprised he’s starting to mimic their behavior.  Since the dog’s idea of “fetch” involves staring at the bone/ball/rag and then running in frantic cirlces, Baby Evan probably learned fetch from the cat. She’s much more likely to bring you things (a baby sock she thoughtfully dropped in the water bowl, a plastic twisty tie, a live bat she caught and needed to show you so much she puts it on your head while you’re sleeping YES THAT IS A TRUE STORY) whether you want them or not. I wonder if I should try telling him most babies don’t do ridiculous stuff like this?


Mmmm...this leather shoe is so delicious I don't want to put it down.

How come when I put shoes in my mouth they yell at me but YOU just get your picture taken?

How come when I put shoes in my mouth they yell at me but YOU just get your picture taken?

What do you mean I have something on my face?

What do you mean I have something on my face?

And in case you needed further proof my baby is having an indentity crisis…

What, I like milk and cuddles and sleeping too. Meow?

What, I like milk and cuddles and sleeping too. Meow?

I'm in your yarns, making up knots!

I'm in your yarns, making up knots!

Unattachment Parenting

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

No I didn’t change my entire parenting philosophy, but the baby sure did. Or maybe all this attaching I’ve been doing has made him the world’s most independent 8 month old. Which I think is the point of attachment parenting, so…yah?

First there was the church nursery adventure, where despite my own hang ups Baby Evan didn’t show the least bit of apprehension at being abandoned left in the care of someone else while I actually listened to and enjoyed the service for the first time ever.

At Stroller Strides on Monday I volunteered to hold (and by “volunteered” I mean “grabbed out of his stroller without permission because OMG TINEEEEEEE BEBEEEEEEEEH”) a friend’s newborn for a few minutes. Instead of being jealous or upset, Baby Evan sat in his stroller and chewed on his shoes. You’d think seeing another baby that close to his boobs mama would have made him mad but he was totally nonchalant about it, like “Whatevs, woman, I’m too busy being cute to notice your shenanigans.”

Then at nursing group Baby Evan ran away. Ok, crawled away. But at a very high rate of speed. He then spent the entire hour climbing on other moms and/or babies. At one point he threw himself into our group leader Holly’s lap and leaned back to gaze adoringly at her while she talked about breast pumps. When he was done getting attention from Holly, he tried to crush hug Baby T and attempted to lick kiss Baby El (although she was also guilty of some licking). I could have easily left the room, or the building, or probably the state and he wouldn’t have given a damn until he was done playing and ready for lunch.

It’s kind of a relief to find that all my baby wearing and nursing and comforting and rocking to sleep has not spoiled my child to the point that I am his only source of security. Although I have to admit it makes me a little sad that our cuddly baby days are already over and we’ve moved on to not wanting to be seen with me. I thought I had about 12 more years before that happened.