Nine Months Old!

Happy Nine Month Birthday, sweetheart!

Considering how the first 6 months draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaged on and on, I can’t believe how fast the last 3 months have gone, especially this past month.  I feel like I just wrote an 8 Month update 20 minutes ago.  Anyway….

Nine months old and my boy is simply delicious right now.  He’s a handful (to say the least), but incredibly happy, sweet, and funny.  His personality has continued to bloom.  He’s still “opinionated” and does not hesitate to keep me in check if I dare to do something he doesn’t like, but we’re working on it.  I think he’s learning that mama can’t do exactly what he wants 24/7.  I continue to be the funniest person he’s ever met and I LOOOOOVE making him laugh.

He does not have the slightest understanding of boundaries…I mean WHY OH WHY won’t my mom let me play with the diaper pail in my room?? She’s SO mean.  And WHY OH WHY can’t I play with my sisters’ water dishes?? I’m just going to cry about it.  And WHY OH WHY do I have to lay on my back when you change my diaper?  Can’t you do it while I’m sitting up?  The good days are really good and the bad days are really bad.

He’s pulling up like a body-builder on everything he can get his hands on all the time.  I think it’s a matter of weeks that he’ll be standing on his own.  There has been several face plants and wipe outs around here lately.  Why can’t 9 month olds just live in a padded bubble?

Sleeping:

Napping is still hit or miss, but he continues to be a great night sleeper.  We can count on 11-12 uninterrupted hours of sleep every night.  Heavenly.  Considering how easy he is to get down, we thought it was WAY over due to hand him over to Gramma so we could go out last weekend (we’ve gone out before, but always after John was asleep).  So my mom came over right before bathtime.  John was totally cool during bath and getting ready for bed, but ho-lee-shitballs…he got MAD when we gave him his Gramma and a bottle.  My mom has given him several bottles before and Bud has put John to sleep with a bottle many times, but he just wasn’t having it.  For a minute, while listening to him wail and my poor mom doing everything she could think of to calm him down I was going to just put him to bed myself, but decided against it.  Thankfully, I know my mom will love him no matter what and I know that he will eventually tire out.  He never took the bottle, but eventually fell asleep in my mom’s arms while she rocked him.  We were worried that’d mean he’d wake up at 3:00am starving, but he slept until 7:00.  It’s a good thing because this mama was drunk and wouldn’t have been able to nurse him anyway.

On a good day, I’ll get two decent naps (decent = hour or more).  It makes SUCH a difference in his mood. 

Here’s John at the end of the day when he’s had two good naps:

Here’s John at the end of the day when he didn’t take two good naps:

Eating:

Great!  He’s really starting to like food.  His favorite BY FAR is Spinach, Mango, Pear.  He goes nuts for it.  I’ve given him a couple small bites of what I’ve eaten (pulled pork, rice, etc).  He looks at me like I’m crazy for sharing, but hasn’t turned anything down.

Oh, and water.  Always water.  The kid still can’t get enough.  You know how some moms nurse their babies when they hurt themselves?  Well, all I have to do is give him a sip of water. 

Size:

Big. Huge. XL.  Yea, he’s a beast, but I think he’s slimming down a little because he’s so active now.  Almost everytime I’m out of the house with him at least one person says something like “he doesn’t miss many meals, huh.” 

He’s wearing 9 and 12 month clothes and size 4 diapers.

Teeth: 

FOUR.  Yep, he got two more the past couple weeks.

Mom, there's something in my mouth

Hair:  

Amazing.  It’s actually pretty long, but I don’t think it’s a mullet or a rat tail yet.

getting close?

Favorite Picture:

Why does this adult hat practically fit him?

No wonder I had a c-section.

Others:

Q: Guess who's taking this picture?  

A: Gramma - right before she tortured him by trying to feed him a bottle before bed.

It's hard to get into the fall spirit when you're both sweating, but we tried.

swinging is fun!

be still, my beating heart 

38 In, 38 Out

Today marks an important milestone.  Today, John is 38 weeks and 2 days old which is exactly how far along I was in my pregnancy when he was born. 

Just to be clear - No, I don’t count the weeks anymore.  It’s kind of funny because I don’t even remember when I stopped.  Every Tuesday for 2-3 months, I’d say to Bud or my mom, “John is <<fill-in-the-blank-number>> weeks old today.”  Every Tuesday was a little celebration until one week it just wasn’t. 

And now the 22^nd of every month is special.  “It’s John’s <<fill-in-the-blank-number>> month birthday!”  Pretty soon though, we’ll lose track of months too.  No, I will not answer in months when someone asks me how old he is after 1 year old. 

It’s so weird to think that he’s been alive as long as I was pregnant because I feel like he’s been around forever and I was pregnant for about 15 minutes.  It’s so weird to think how far he’s come.  38 weeks ago he was utterly helpless and 38 weeks before that he was a teeny-tiny ball of cells. 

But now at the ripe ol' age of 38 weeks, he's doing this...

The video isn't anything too exciting, but it's a good snippet of what I watch all day.  A happy boy playing with his girls. 

Updated Stats

John had a check-up at the pediatrician yesterday and everything looks great.  It's always a relief to hear that he's doing well, meeting appropriate milestones, and growing right on track.  His pediatrician LOOOOOOVES him.  When she walked into the exam room John was only wearing a diaper.  She gasped, scooped him up and asked if she could take him down the hall to see Dr. Baker.  They both spent about 5 minutes oooing over him, smelling his yummy baby smell, and talking about his fat rolls.  It made me smile, but made John nervous.  He kept looking at me like "Mom, where are my clothes and who are these people?"

Weight: 22 pounds, 9.5 ounces
Height: 27.75 inches (which is 43% of my adult height)

He still has the same hilarious percentiles that he has since 1 month old - 85% for weight, 25% for height.  I could care less because this really doesn't mean anything for his future stats.  I mean, I hope he won't always be 85% weight and 25% height.  It's really not an ideal look:

All kidding aside, because I get SO many comments about John's weight, I asked the doctor if it's something to be worried about and she said absolutely not.  His diet it perfect - just breastmilk, fruits, veggies, and occasionally chicken - so she said he's just supposed to be chunky baby.  It will most likely burn off now that he's more mobile.  

As for the height, Bud and I still think they just don't get a good measurement.  We've said that every appointment though.  I mean, it certainly looks like he's gained a whole lot more than 7.75 inches, right?

New level of tired

I foolishly thought that those first couple months of parenthood would be the most exhausting time of my life, but I was wrong, wrong, wrong.  I think it’s logical to assume that waking up 2-3 times in the middle of the night and breastfeeding around the clock would make me the most tired I’ve ever been, but I feel like I handled that pretty well.  This age, however, is almost too much.  ‘February 2013 Katie’ could run laps around ‘October 2013 Katie.’  No joke.

John is so fun right now, but he’s also so exhausting.  It’s a kind of exhaustion that hard to describe simply because I don’t have the energy or brain cells to form sentences that don’t sound asdfzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Whoa, sorry.  Just feel asleep on my keyboard.

I’m sleeping fine at night and John is still an angel of a night sleeper, but when he’s awake he’s FULL STEAM AHEAD and 100 mph.  Suddenly nothing that’s remotely safe interests him, but anything and everything nearby that could hurt him has a magnetic pull.  “Oh there’s a baseball bat.  Yay, look at that light socket. Mom, do you think I could pull the tv on my head? How about I try to throw myself off the couch?”  We’ve done our best to babyproof, but our house doesn’t have way to contain him so 90% of my life right now is following him around saying “careful, John, caaaaarrrrreeefull, John, careful, John.”  This week he learned to pull himself into a standing position which is a huge accomplishment and I’m so proud of my strong, healthy baby, but I also have the overwhelming desire to push him down because I’m not ready for him to walk. #motheroftheyeargoesto…

I know it’s a phase and this too shall pass, but man, I’m just tired and this shit is hard.  I think it’s time for a vacation.  Or maybe it’s just time to go to bed.  Yea, that sounds better.  A vacation is too much work.

And because no post is complete without a picture of my handsome sidekick...

Just a little post-nap bedhead