I have completely given up on Liam's baby book. To be totally honest, I think I lost it during the move. It's somewhere among the who knows whatits and thingamacallits that have their special place in our closet.
I am only using this blog and I love it. It is so fun remembering the details of his life and it forces me to write funny or cute things down as they happen and take pictures as things happen. (This may backfire, for future children may say, "MmoooooOOooom, I only got a baby book, not a BLOG." And then, "MMmmmmmoooooOOOm, I only got a few pictures, not a baby book." And then, "MmmmmoooOOoom, are there any pictures of me at all?!?!?!?!" Err, well see.)
So, now for the boring update for those very close family members and friends that care.
For most of you, however, you can skip ahead to the cartoon at the end.
We had Liam's one year appointment. He is doing well and is in the 25% percentile for weight and 75% percentile for height. His head, of course, is 80% percentile. His legs are like mine, short and stumpy, so he's in six to twelve month pants. But his torso, like mine, is long, so he's in eighteen month shirts. Ah, silly man.
To update on food - Liam really eats what we eat. He loves lentil dal with potato and carrot, tofu, Amy's organic soups, and anything with marinara sauce. He will eat an apple whole, raw green pepper and green beans, and soy yogurt with whole oats and cinnamon. However, he still loathes avocado, he will literally pick any remnants off of his tongue. Liam loves water and soymilk and drinks it out of his cup. We're doing soy products and not dairy because I have an intolerance to the nasty stuff. :( He nurses two, sometimes three times a day, but is way too busy to do any more.
Sleep - Liam is a Sleeeeeeper now! Woo! It only took a year for us to get here. Liam goes down with a bedtime routine - I nurse him and then read three stories always ending with Time For Bed. (If John is home, he does stories.) Sometimes we read a few selections from A Child's Garden of Verses and even though it's "technically" an older kids book, Liam sits and seems to enjoy the rhythm of the words. He wakes up once in the middle of the night, twice if he's teething really bad, but it's okay with me. I know I should cut that last feeding out, but honestly, I like it. It's the only time that he is calm and quiet. When he's done, I pop his paci back in and he falls asleep on my chest. After a minute of watching him, I lay him back down with his monkey and his blanket. If it is a weekend and we are sleeping in, Liam will also sleep in and we've been lucky enough to go until 9:30 before he wakes up sometimes! If it's a weekday and John and I are up bustling about, Liam will hear us and wake up earlier. He takes two two hour naps during the day. (Told ya it was easy lately!)
Diapers - Just Kidding!
Teeth - Four teeth still. Hasn't teethed (is that a verb?) since he was eight months old. We're expecting a teething storm soon! HURRICANE MOLARS heading our way!
That's all for now. I don't want to scare away even the most loyal readers. Now, please, enjoy the show.
Things get so crazy during the day, and time is just going faster and faster. But when I read to my boy, and he is so tired that he just folds into my arms, everything stops. That's when we read extra stories, rock a little longer, and give more kisses than usual. He's so big now, so old, and he never cuddles, but I can lean him head into my shoulder and smell his head and once in a while I can see that little boy that we brought home from the hospital.
For those first two weeks, my boy slept in my arms. He nursed every hour and a half throughout the day and night, but even on those days where I got four hours of sleep I would still cry out of my overpowering love for this new little person. (Don't call that exhaustion, it was a unbelievable mix of love and adrenaline. It kicked in after he was born. I remember our hospital room where I held him for our first night - It's like a mother switch was turned on and I knew that I would do anything for him.)
Liam was so fragile then. He was so still.
I could really read chapters in a single sitting. Well, now...
...now I can't even finish a magazine article.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
These past two weeks have changed our boy. He is no longer a baby. He is no longer our littlest tiniest man. He walks. He climbs. He talks. Well, he says baby, daddy, mama ba (ball), nana (banana) and once in a while he says all done. Also, he has one animal sound, where he sniffs like a bunny.
Mommy: Liam, what does a bunny say?
Liam: Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff
Mommy: What does a dog say?
Liam: Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff
Same goes for cat, cow, horse, rhinoceros.
Liam, at one, is a force. From the moment he wakes up, he is happy and ready to go. When he open the door, he is bouncing up and down with a huge smile on his face. He likes it best when both John and I go in, and if one of us isn't there he watches the door for the other one. After he's dressed and changed, he immediately gets to work emptying the toy baskets. Then he reaches up and turns on the television, climbs on the chair and plays no hands!, and tears the pots and pans out. And all of a sudden it's 8 in the morning. The day has begun.
He eats what we eat, understands more, and reacts more.
He is fearless and he will try anything.
I am so proud. I am so proud to be his mother.
I love how he wraps his arms around my neck. How once in a long while he will slow down and let me give him a hug, like tonight when we danced around the apartment listening to Sam Cooke. (He giggled as we swung from side to side.) How he can find his belly, then laughs SO hard when I tickle it. I love how his cheeks are so big they balloon up when he smiles.
I love Liam. I love how he loves us. I love everyday.
Maybe it's our parenting style that encourages it. I mean, we hardly childproof the house - we only have the outlets plugged, the kitchen sink locked, and a gate on the bottom of the stairs. Instead of covering the house in pillows, we just don't bring things into the house that could create chaos. (There is no marble coffee tables or rusty scissors on the ground, for instance.) We think that Liam will learn faster if he tries it on his own and learns from his own natural consequences. So, for example, when he climbs up on the kid sized chair, we let him learn his way. Naturally, he loves the experience of climbing up, playing NO HANDS, falling, and going at it again.
Then a quick wave to the people on the bike path. (So polite). And back to work.
Then, perhaps, a pause to get down on "his bottom,"
but no. A fall. A laugh. Then try it again.
Another example, at the park just now -
In between Daddy's hand and Mommy's catch, there is the free fall. WHAT JOY!
And has anyone heard of H1N1?
More about the birthday and updates tomorrow. At the latest. I swear.
Alright, I am setting the record for latest blog entry, but I am still collecting photos from people.
In the meantime -
Tonight I took Liam to the park and we were in the swings. I counted the pushes. One, two, three, four, five. After I said five, Liam shouted FIII! Then he held up his hand and laughed really hard. For a second, I had no idea what he was doing. Then, I realized. Over the weekend, John has taught Liam how to high five. So my little tiny man was reaching for one. Every time he came closer in the swing, we high fived and he giggled until he came back. We did this over and over again.
He's picking up something new everyday. So lucky. So happy.
I am still getting pictures and other fun stuff together for the week's post, but here is a preview of little man in his birthday week. We love how he returns to the big bowl and is shocked when it bangs.
Whew! Time seems to fly faster and faster these days. It's amazing. Instead of reading the New York Times website in the morning, I catch (maybe) ten minutes of the Today show. Things are a little different there, where Kate and Jon are just as important as Tom Delay quitting 'dancing with the Stars.' (Because that's all there is to know, right?) Instead of relaxing with my cup of coffee, catching up on emails, and finally getting dressed around 10 (if that, some days, if we're going to be honest). We are changed, dressed, and coffeed no later than 7:30.
Anyways, on to the week!
We got a little messed up from the move, so this blog will be for Oct. 4-11.
On the 4th, last Sunday, we went to Liam's first pumpkin patch. It was really cold and we were heading into naptime, so we tried some of our winter stuff for the first time and went pretty fast. We went to Schuster's, in Deerfield, and had a lot of fun. It was like the DisneyWorld of fall traditions. They had everything - petting zoo, slides, haunted barn, hayride, pumpkin cannon, and yes, pig races. They even named the pigs, and in case you were wondering, Kevin Bacon won.
John was the photographer for the day, so naturally, we got lots of "avant garde" compositions and Nathanial Dorsky abstractions.
Liam loved the corn kernel (instead of sand) box. You can imagine how delighted he was to put handfuls into his mouth.
We enjoyed the hayride.
weightlifting baby pumpkins,
Walking with Mom,
Staring at the very aggressive goat in the petting zoo,
and some extra shots courtesy of John -
We had our usual week, with John at school and me with the babies. It was a perfect autumn week and we went on a lot of walks. No pictures will ever exist of this act, because it looks like I am Supermom or SuperCrazy (the latter, the latter!). I have two one year olds in a double stroller and Liam in the ergo carrier pushing them up a hill to the playground. And then when we get to the playground, whoa, there's an adventure.
(And that, my friends, is how you lose your last baby weight. Watch three babies under two, and you won't have time to sit down, much less eat, and then push them all over town in a heavy double stroller/ergo. It's magic. It's the answer to our obesity crisis. I should call the Biggest Loser.)
But things are wonderful with the babies lately. Sadie, the fifteen month old, provides a glimpse of what's to come. She runs, climbs, and gives lots of kisses now. All three babies crack each other up as they play peek a boo and knock down block towers. I love how much they can interact at this age, it really makes me feel good about deciding to have this daycare in our home. I can see that Liam is learning how to share and play with other babies. I hope it helps him as he gets older. :)
On one of those perfect fall evenings, Liam and I went to the park after the babies were picked up. There, we really enjoyed the leaves. It was too cute. I would throw the leaves in the air and Liam would laugh with his big, adult laugh that he gets sometimes. He gets delirious and falls over with this laugh.
And we had a nice snack
And a nice swing
Don't you love what he's looking at?
Don't you love what Mom sees? I love this park.
And we rounded the week out with a nice trip to the apple orchard on Oct. 11. (Hey, gotta take advantage of the weather when you got it - it's supposed to SNOW this week!)
It was a beautiful weekend! So much warmer than last weekend and it was perfect.
We went to this place, the Eplegaarden, last year. I was thirty nine weeks pregnant then and was so big that John was worried I would pop right then and there. (Little did we know it would be TWO WEEKS LATER!) It was such a funny juxtaposition to last year.
It was probably the cutest thing I have ever seen Liam do. Really. We put him in the red wagon and pulled him around the lanes. He loved it when we took a big bite out of the apple and gave it to him. He'd suck the juice out of it, and I kid you not, he would go Mmmmmm and smile afterward.
This is Liam's Mmmmm face.
We picked out pumpkins and carved them when we went home. Then we filled the house with the smell of roast chicken, tarragon, and sweet potatoes. We binged on pumpkin seeds and put the boy to bed.
Great week. And a record for pictures in a single entry - woo!
Things get wild at the end of the night and sometimes Liam is only happy if he's being cuddled.
But, sometimes Mommy needs to get things done. Online bill paying or the occasional facebook check, for instance.
When I have to be on the computer for a minute, I pull out this video on youtube. Liam just LOVES it. I don't know if it's because Jack Black has a beard just like John or if it's the magic of Sesame Street, but he laughs out loud every time.
Also, this one is fantastic. Don't ya just love Sesame Street?