Babies have their own personalities.

JD is so sick he just threw up a bunch of mucus and lunch…all over me, of course…..but look.  The boy still smiles.  Sweet.  Sweet.  Sweet. Sweet, sweetness!!
  The bigger JD gets the less he reminds me of Joshua, in the face, and more of Daniel.  He has one great distinguishing characteristic though:  dimples on BOTH cheeks.  Oh, he will be popular with the ladies I think!
   The best thing about John David though isn’t his looks:   it’s that sought after disposition that you want in a baby!  This boy is laaaaaaaid back.  I love it.  
   Sometimes I actually forget about him.
   Joshua was like this, and it used to upset me when I’d pick him up from a church nursery and I could tell  that he’d been so quiet that no one had even bothered to take him out of his car-seat carrier or anything.  
  I remember picking him up one day and feeling annoyed that he was asleep already, still in his carrier.  The nursery worker (probably rolling her eyes at my first-time- parent- high-strung-ways) said, “Oh, we didn’t put him to sleep.  He just put himself to sleep.”  
  Bless their hearts.  I understand now.  They had lots of babies to watch, and they were just letting “sleeping babies lie”.  
   A friend of ours kept Joshua one time, and he said, “I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but he’s so quiet,  you can kind of forget about him!”
  Ha!  I thought babies were FABULOUS.  Cute.  Squooshy.  Sweet.  Low maintenance.  
I thought, “Let’s have another right away.  I love it.”  At Joshua’s 1st birthday party, I made the announcement.  My first two would be 20 months apart.
  Then I had Caleb.  The boy spent the first two months never napping more than 30 minutes, unless he was being held.  He cried every time I put him in the car.  He wanted to be fed constantly.  I didn’t get to spend my nights in my own bed (rather than the rocking/recliner in his room) for the first 5 weeks!
  He just had his own personality.
Once Caleb finished the newborn phase, he mellowed a lot too.  This is Caleb at –I can’t believe it, but there’s the date on the photo–2 months.  Whaaa???  He was so big, he wasn’t even on the growth chart.  He’s barely on it now.
  Three and a half years later, enter Daniel.  He was an awesome sleeper, but a JOB to take in public.  I remember going to church one of the first times after having him (via c-section), and it was Mother’s Day.  My friend Laura had given birth THE DAY AFTER I had, to a little girl.  
  Our pastor awarded a gift bag to the “most recent” mother.  Laura and I stood up, but she received the gift, as her baby was one day newer than mine.  That was all pretty fun.
  By the time the service was over, Laura and I were back in the nursery’s breastfeeding area.  Her baby drank her milk sweetly and then sat quietly in a chair without uttering a sound.
   Daniel cried all the way through his attempted feeding.  He would not take a bottle.  Then he did not like the nursing cover blanket, and he was just over-hungry and all worked up and crying like you wouldn’t believe.  
  …I might have also cried.
  When I went to leave, I found the Mother’s Day gift bag (which included chocolate!) that Laura had received inside MY diaper bag.  
  “I think you need it more than I do, “Laura said, sympathetically.
  Pretty sure I cried again.
Nana and little Daniel.  2 months.  Daniel was actually our fattest baby, but he was also by far the shortest–still is.
Well, God has seen my distress  and has given us another easy baby.  Yesterday, I was so busy in the kitchen, I forgot that he’d woken up and I’d put him in the bouncy excer-saucer type toy in the living room!  Poor thing!  I felt just awful!  He wasn’t really alone, though.  Brothers were coming and going from the living room.
  And now John David has a terrible head cold.  I didn’t sleep much at all last night.  He was up so much because he could barely breathe through his nose.   We have his car seat carrier in the crib for him to sleep in.  That helps a ton with the drainage.   
   Even sick, sometimes it’s as though he doesn’t want to cause any extra bother.  Yes, I could just hug and squeeze him all day.
JD kept looking up, impressed, at Daniel on top of the bunk beds.  Dan can now climb up there with no ladder.  I feel like I should explain the blue painter’s tape on the floor:  I found that yesterday.  Caleb built it to be a race track for their cars.  He didn’t run many races though.  Caleb really just likes to play with tape.

Crying Babies

Funny, we never photograph crying babies, do we?  This is JD’s coo-ing face.  He’s talking to us.  : )

 And this is his “sweetheart” face.  Who doesn’t want to just kiss him 1000 times when he looks like this!?  By the way, that outfit is a 9 month size outfit, which I’m sure has been shrunk in the dryer over the years, and it was also worn by Alan, as a baby.    I have been careful to save each one of the boys a few outfits, which I keep in each of their individual trunks.  But of course, this is 2013, so their “trunks” are actually just rubbermaid bins.
John David, holding some buddies, and watching me re-organize Daniel’s closet…a never ending job.
  Today John David finally got his 2 month shots.  Yes, I realize we are a month late on this, and no, I did not do that on purpose.  First, the clinic was out of appointments due to not having enough staff this summer.  Then when he finally had his appointment last week, I was out of time and patience to wait for shots.  
  This clinic is weird.  You have the appointment with the doc, and then you go back to the waiting room and take a number and wait and wait for your turn for shots.  Last week at his appointment, we’d already been there an hour and a half.  By the time it was over, JD was hungry and cranky, and quite frankly so was I, so now who would blame me for bailing out of there and saving shots for another day?
  Immunizations didn’t go so well today, but I did learn that the clinic has a “lactation room”, and I found that ridiculously exciting.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fed the baby in the parking lot at the clinic because I didn’t know about the room.  Today I sat in peace, locked the door, and didn’t even have to cover.  
   What baby doesn’t cry when getting shots?  So of course, there was that, but the thing was JD was already overly tired when we dropped off Dan at school when he should have been napping.  Then the waiting room woke him up.  Then the shots.  Then after his post-immunization feeding, I whisked him back into his car seat and onto the road, and he just did not appreciate any of this.
  He cried in the car for the first 5 minutes because I naturally got behind the slowest driver ever.  There should be a sign you could put on your car that reads, “Crying baby:  need to drive without stopping,” but alas that would actually be a safety hazard, so we endured the wait until we hit the highway, and JD finally went to sleep…
….Until we got home, when my bringing him inside woke him up and he began crying yet again.  
  I got him as cozy as I could and rocked him patiently until he was out so hard that his pacifier fell out.  I love rocking babies when they are sleeping, so that wasn’t so bad.  Now he’s sleeping sweetly…..until I rudely jolt him out of his bliss to go pick up Dan in 45 minutes.  Poor baby.
   See, I just don’t do crying babies.  I believe if they are crying, they are crying for a reason, and it needs to be addressed.  Sometimes I’m too busy to address it right away (so many children here!), but I try to get there as quickly as I reasonably can.  The only baby I ever let “cry it out” was Joshua, our first, and that was torture.  It’s just unnatural.  To this day he has the hardest time of all of them getting to sleep, so I just don’t believe letting them cry it out is the way to go.  Maybe it works for some people, but it bothers me too much.
……as babies.  Toddlers are a different thing altogether.  I believe that once their needs have been addressed, and they are still crying, it’s called a fit, and fits must be ignored.
   So there you go, my two cents for the day.
  This may be a day of rocking my baby a lot.  This is his first round of shots, so that always makes me nervous for them.  We’ve never had any reactions to immunizations with the others,  other than red and swollen thighs, so hopefully all will be well.  
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Cute things I’ve heard around here this week:
Caleb:  You know, Joshua, when your mommy tell you something that you need to do, you should just do it.
(Thank you, Caleb!!!)
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Caleb:  (to Joshua) Remember what Dad said.  If we leave crumbs around the house, rats are going to move in here.
Joshua:  I’m not doing that.
Caleb:  Or mice.
           So you need to dump that in the trashcan.
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Joshua:  I got blue today.  (conduct grade at school)
Me:  You!?  (That almost never happens.)  What did you get blue for?
Joshua:  not paying attention
Me:  Ohhhhhh.  (not surprising at all, actually)  What were you doing, thinking?  That’s called day dreaming –when you’re sitting there thinking and not listening to the teacher, and then you get in trouble because they ask you a question and you have no idea what they’re talking about.  I do that too, but it’s not good.  Is that what happened?
Joshua:  Yes, I was day dreaming.
Me:  You’re going to have to be really careful to pay attention this year, then.
Caleb:  Yep, I guess this year I’m the one who gets oranges, and Joshua’s the one who gets blues.
(laughing inside my head at Caleb’s remark)
Man!  Caleb is on a roll this week!  Loving it!!!   …..Hope I didn’t jinx us by saying that!!

Summer Progress

11th Wedding Anniversary 
  I can’t believe it, but here we are with only three weeks of summer vacation left.  Phew!  We’ve been working towards this goal all summer, and yet there are so many things on my “summer to do” list that have been left undone.  You really cannot imagine or remember how difficult it is to get anything done with a new baby around.  I always forget just how much work it is!
   I mean, sure, he sleeps most of the day, but that’s in increments of time, so every three-ish hours I must be available to feed the little man.  Then once he’s been fed, he is awake for a little while (not long).  Then it’s nap time again.  There are 2 hours between each feeding and play time that I have to work with feeding the family and taking care of the other children.
   
These were my goals for the summer:
  1.  Give birth  (check)  : )
  2.  6 weeks of recovery = no expectations 
  3.  Make sure each boy completes his 15 books read for the library.
     (Hurray!  We have finished this, but now I have to find time to take them to the library to get their prize booklet.  I bet they will freak out when they discover the “prize” is a coupon booklet.  Why?  Because my kids, like most kids in this city, are spoiled.  *sigh*  Maybe they will surprise me, but I’m banking on disappointment.  
    If everyone could refrain from buying these boys a single thing until Joshua’s birthday, that would be great.  
   4.  Make Caleb practice writing daily……….(yeah that’s been more like weekly…..regret #1.  Add that to my new list.)
   5.  Teach both big boys to ride their bikes w/no training wheels.  
…….So I started on that with Joshua today.  It was going really well until he spotted Zoe.  Then he panicked, and he went from sweet 7-year-old to horribly crabby and embarrassed 7-year-old.  Will try again this week.
   6.  Finish Caleb’s baby book.  check!
  7.  Start and finish Daniel’s baby book.    ……oops
  8.  Lose 30 pounds.   hmmmm  Do you think I can lose 10 more pounds in 3 weeks?  Because I’m thinking probably not.
  9.  Train back up for 5k in September.  
New List:
  1.  Begin meal planning and cooking dinner.  ; )   
  2.  Make Caleb write Nicholas B. back.  
  3.  More bike riding lessons…….  No one ever told me that that KILLS your back.  Seriously.
  4.  Forget the baby book.  That can wait.  Reduce blogging to every other day.
  5.  Lose 5 more pounds before school starts.
  6.  3 months.  3 months forgiveness policy on recovering from new baby.  : )  That’s the new rule     here.
Me and John David, ready for our night out
For our 11th Anniversary, Alan, John David, and I went on our classic go-to date:  Outback and Target.  It is perfectly acceptable to act like an old married couple when you are, in fact, an old married couple.  ; )  A good time was had by all.  John David only got upset once–right when they brought us our food.  Thankfully, we’ve had this same baby four times now, so we knew that would happen and were well prepared.  
 We occasionally get around to making him practice his writing.
 I thought his truck was cute.
 Joshua, hard at work, and you can see Daniel’s coloring contribution.  You know what Daniel calls his brothers?  He doesn’t call them Joshua and Caleb.  He says, “Brubber!  Brubber!  Where brubbers?”
 7 weeks
 Alan cut Daniel’s hair!!
 Even super heroes need their exercise.

 Thankfully, it has not been so long since I exercised that Daniel had forgotten.  I said to him, “Daniel are you ready to exercise!?”  And Daniel did not miss a beat!  He ran to the cabinet, pulled out the 2s for him, and the 5s and 6s for me.  He was doing the postnatal bootcamp right along with me.

 NEW footy pajamas!

 Isn’t that what you long for when it’s 90 degrees outside and you’re sweating?  Nice, cozy, fleece footed pajamas….  Joshua doesn’t actually sleep in them, but Caleb really does.

  ****John David****
  Our smallest man is doing really great.  The other night he slept 7 hours straight!  Success!  Most nights he sleeps a 5-6 hour stretch, so for a 7 week old, we are quite happy.  He’s growing like a weed. According to my bathroom scale, he weighs 13 pounds, and we’ve moved him up to size 2 diapers.  He smiles often, seems genuinely entertained by his brothers, and…….and now he’s awake so I’d better go.  Babies must be fed!
Quote of the week:
Caleb:  “So do you have like a hole in your stomach that you feed him from?”
    
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