I really wish I wrote here more than once a month
Seriously, where does the time go? Everyday I think "I need to write about this so I don't forget" and everyday passes and I don't write.
Well, since most of my updates occur on significant dates, why should today be any different? Matthew is indeed 7 months today and according to my meager calculations this puts him closer to being one year old. Holy timegoesfast Batman.
We just returned from a week long vacation to the beach where Matty was less than pleased to be sunning and funning on the sand. It was only towards the end of the week that our little man decided putting both his feet in the water at one time did not equal the end of the world. I got several hilarious pictures of Matthew pulling his legs up at the touch of the ocean water; beach bum he is not. Well, at least he got to experience something completely new, something that totally exhausted him by the end of the day. He slept really well while we were gone, and I think it was mainly because he was so overwhelmed on the entire trip. From the new sights and sounds, to housing with super talkative and energetic family, there was always something new happening during the week.
When we returned from our not so vacationy vacation, (Jim had a lot of work to do and wasn't around, which bummed both me and Matty out) Matthew promptly began teething again. I think he celebrates turning one month older by getting new teeth. Poor kid, he has had a HARD time falling asleep lately because of the pain. He is constantly pulling on his ears and the pain is waking him up at night. I feel so badly for my boy. My father is up watching Matthew for the next few days since Jim is so busy with work, and this morning as I was leaving Matty was both extremely tired and in pain. I rocked him for a long while, and then passed him to my father, so I could get ready for work. Going from my arms to Grandad's arms woke Matty up a little, and as soon as he realized that I was no longer holding him he began screaming again. He woke himself up, saw Grandad's face and was instantly angered. I tried leaving the room before he saw me, but I wasn't fast enough. Matty twisted around, saw me standing there and reached out his arms for me, sobbing uncontrollably. My heart broke, but at the same time it soared. This was the first time that my baby has ever reached for me. I felt so badly for him and wanted nothing more than to scoop him back into my embrace and hold him close, but I knew that Grandad would be able to comfort him. I stayed present and rubbed my baby's head for a little while, since he had already seen me, and that seemed to help calm him down. Leaving for work was especially hard today, however when I checked in about an hour later the report was that my baby was back to his smiley, amicable self.
Currently Matthew's sounds of choice consist of screeching at the top of his lungs and coughing over and over again. The screech is a mix between a high-pitched gurgle and a pterodactyl call. Soothing? No. Highly entertaining? Yes. Also it seems that 7 months means beginning to crawl. He doesn't quite have the skill to put everything together and actually move forward, but he is oh-so-close. He will pull up on his knees and hands and start to rock back and forth. He is also skilled at sliding himself along on his stomach (albeit very slowly), and he can roll like no body's business. This child has a ton of energy and wants nothing more than to explore every inch of the house and everything that comes within fingertip distance gets grabbed, be it hair, faucets, glasses, toes, mail, etc. It is wonderful to see this little baby become so active and interested in the world, I love learning about things from his perspective.
Well, since most of my updates occur on significant dates, why should today be any different? Matthew is indeed 7 months today and according to my meager calculations this puts him closer to being one year old. Holy timegoesfast Batman.
We just returned from a week long vacation to the beach where Matty was less than pleased to be sunning and funning on the sand. It was only towards the end of the week that our little man decided putting both his feet in the water at one time did not equal the end of the world. I got several hilarious pictures of Matthew pulling his legs up at the touch of the ocean water; beach bum he is not. Well, at least he got to experience something completely new, something that totally exhausted him by the end of the day. He slept really well while we were gone, and I think it was mainly because he was so overwhelmed on the entire trip. From the new sights and sounds, to housing with super talkative and energetic family, there was always something new happening during the week.
When we returned from our not so vacationy vacation, (Jim had a lot of work to do and wasn't around, which bummed both me and Matty out) Matthew promptly began teething again. I think he celebrates turning one month older by getting new teeth. Poor kid, he has had a HARD time falling asleep lately because of the pain. He is constantly pulling on his ears and the pain is waking him up at night. I feel so badly for my boy. My father is up watching Matthew for the next few days since Jim is so busy with work, and this morning as I was leaving Matty was both extremely tired and in pain. I rocked him for a long while, and then passed him to my father, so I could get ready for work. Going from my arms to Grandad's arms woke Matty up a little, and as soon as he realized that I was no longer holding him he began screaming again. He woke himself up, saw Grandad's face and was instantly angered. I tried leaving the room before he saw me, but I wasn't fast enough. Matty twisted around, saw me standing there and reached out his arms for me, sobbing uncontrollably. My heart broke, but at the same time it soared. This was the first time that my baby has ever reached for me. I felt so badly for him and wanted nothing more than to scoop him back into my embrace and hold him close, but I knew that Grandad would be able to comfort him. I stayed present and rubbed my baby's head for a little while, since he had already seen me, and that seemed to help calm him down. Leaving for work was especially hard today, however when I checked in about an hour later the report was that my baby was back to his smiley, amicable self.
Currently Matthew's sounds of choice consist of screeching at the top of his lungs and coughing over and over again. The screech is a mix between a high-pitched gurgle and a pterodactyl call. Soothing? No. Highly entertaining? Yes. Also it seems that 7 months means beginning to crawl. He doesn't quite have the skill to put everything together and actually move forward, but he is oh-so-close. He will pull up on his knees and hands and start to rock back and forth. He is also skilled at sliding himself along on his stomach (albeit very slowly), and he can roll like no body's business. This child has a ton of energy and wants nothing more than to explore every inch of the house and everything that comes within fingertip distance gets grabbed, be it hair, faucets, glasses, toes, mail, etc. It is wonderful to see this little baby become so active and interested in the world, I love learning about things from his perspective.
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