Allan's girlfriend Julie (the PT) came this morning and Allan was showing off his pulling up and standing at the couch. He still isn't much on crawling for long distances - a few "paces" and he is over it -- but if he is near the edge of the couch or something that he can pull up on, he lunges for it. He wants to stand and walk in the worst way. So Julie was working with him on "cruising" which is the term for holding on to things and walking. He is still pretty shaky and wobbly in the hips, but LOVES it. He was so tickled with himself, he could hardly stand it. And he was doing it off of his oxygen, too, which makes it even better. He's still on and off of the oxygen. We put him to bed without it, but usually have to get up some time during the night and put him back on because he is alarming. All-in-all, though, he probably spends 8-12 hours most days off of it and more than that on weekends.
Griff was so amused with Allan last night. Allan spit up while he was sitting in the high chair beside Griffith. Some of it came out of Allan's nose. We wiped Allan up and got back to business, but then he sneezed. And crap came out his nose. Which was The.Funniest.Thing.EVER. Until it happened again. And again. And each time Griffith thought it was even funnier. He was looking at Allan like he was the coolest kid ever. And like, I wish I could do that. I'm sure it is only a matter of time before the belching and farting contests commence.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Explain this to me.
I do not understand the biological imperative that would drive my child to pester me to the point where I am considering sending him back from wence he came.
Last night the boys went to sleep like dreams. At 2 a.m., though, Griff did a flip in his sleep and hit the s:0ide of the crib hard enough that it woke Jay and me before he was able to draw a breath and cry.
I took the little darling downstairs. I'll admit that I thought I would soothe him and get him back to sleep within twenty minutes or so.
Shows what I know. The unprovoked attack by the crib infuriated and frightened Griffith to the point that he was beyond reason. He wasn't wet, didn't want a bottle, didn't want me to pat his bottom, didn't want me to sing (not even "our song" The Battle Hymn of the Republic). I laid him down and ignored him (twice for 10 minutes each time), held him, jostled him. The only thing that he would accept was me holding him on my right shoulder, not my left) and walking or swaying. Not standing still, not sitting down (not even swaying while sitting). From two on. I engaged in "magical thinking" --- if we make it to 3:10 a.m. I will lay him down and we will sleep all night. Except for the part where he roused at 3:08. Then the goal was 3:30. He would lie in a stupor so long as I walked or swayed, but the minute I stopped, it was on. He whirled like a dervish, screamed like he was being poked with hot pokers, and flipped and flopped until I nearly lost my mind. What biological imperative is served by this behavior? All I wanted was to be able to sit and doze or, at least, to read. No avail.
Last night the boys went to sleep like dreams. At 2 a.m., though, Griff did a flip in his sleep and hit the s:0ide of the crib hard enough that it woke Jay and me before he was able to draw a breath and cry.
I took the little darling downstairs. I'll admit that I thought I would soothe him and get him back to sleep within twenty minutes or so.
Shows what I know. The unprovoked attack by the crib infuriated and frightened Griffith to the point that he was beyond reason. He wasn't wet, didn't want a bottle, didn't want me to pat his bottom, didn't want me to sing (not even "our song" The Battle Hymn of the Republic). I laid him down and ignored him (twice for 10 minutes each time), held him, jostled him. The only thing that he would accept was me holding him on my right shoulder, not my left) and walking or swaying. Not standing still, not sitting down (not even swaying while sitting). From two on. I engaged in "magical thinking" --- if we make it to 3:10 a.m. I will lay him down and we will sleep all night. Except for the part where he roused at 3:08. Then the goal was 3:30. He would lie in a stupor so long as I walked or swayed, but the minute I stopped, it was on. He whirled like a dervish, screamed like he was being poked with hot pokers, and flipped and flopped until I nearly lost my mind. What biological imperative is served by this behavior? All I wanted was to be able to sit and doze or, at least, to read. No avail.
Monday, October 15, 2007
The boys had a busy weekend.
Friday night Oncle Markus came over (and brought a bottle of wine, God bless him!) and hung out with Momma and the boys while Daddy had an evening out. The fellas ate well, had baths and went to bed early. They snuggled up on the couch like puppies. Too sweet and cute.
Saturday we got up and headed for the pumpkin farm. The wellies that Grandma and Grampy brought this spring were just the trick. In fact, Allan was more interested in them than the pumpkins. We checked out the animals in the "farm center" and watched the other kids sliding down the slide (no parents allowed so the boys will have to wait until next year since we weren't prepared to shove the little mites down solo!) The biggest excitement (up to the point, it was only 10 a.m.) was the pony ride. Griff got to go first -- he was pretty tickled about the whole thing, but, as you can see, lacked a little on the technique. Allan, on the other hands, was a natural. He had a great seat and immediately put his hands in front of him on the pommel and leaned forward like he was urging the pony to the finish line.
Both boys fell asleep in the car ride home, but neither stayed that way once we got there. That worked out all right though. We all had a little lunch and Mom got a nap in before Dad left for the football game. Both boys took tremendous naps that afternoon (Griff for 2.5 hours and Allan for 2) so we didn't get a walk in. By the time they woke up, the game was in full swing and it was nearly dinnertime. The game was impossibly close and exciting and we watched it all the way through. The excitement was just too much for the boys, though, and neither one would go to sleep. Good thing I had the earlier nap. They finally went down about 10 or so (a full 2 hours later than usual) but that meant that they didn't get up too early on Sunday. Small mercies.
Momma and the boys went for a long run and came back for lunch. Dad was supposed to take them to watch England/France rugby but 1) they fell asleep and 2) the game was on earlier than Dad realized. So, the boys slept through that (England won, by the way) and Dad only got to see the last 20 minutes. The finals are next week, though, and he won't repeat that mistake!
Friday night Oncle Markus came over (and brought a bottle of wine, God bless him!) and hung out with Momma and the boys while Daddy had an evening out. The fellas ate well, had baths and went to bed early. They snuggled up on the couch like puppies. Too sweet and cute.
Saturday we got up and headed for the pumpkin farm. The wellies that Grandma and Grampy brought this spring were just the trick. In fact, Allan was more interested in them than the pumpkins. We checked out the animals in the "farm center" and watched the other kids sliding down the slide (no parents allowed so the boys will have to wait until next year since we weren't prepared to shove the little mites down solo!) The biggest excitement (up to the point, it was only 10 a.m.) was the pony ride. Griff got to go first -- he was pretty tickled about the whole thing, but, as you can see, lacked a little on the technique. Allan, on the other hands, was a natural. He had a great seat and immediately put his hands in front of him on the pommel and leaned forward like he was urging the pony to the finish line.
Both boys fell asleep in the car ride home, but neither stayed that way once we got there. That worked out all right though. We all had a little lunch and Mom got a nap in before Dad left for the football game. Both boys took tremendous naps that afternoon (Griff for 2.5 hours and Allan for 2) so we didn't get a walk in. By the time they woke up, the game was in full swing and it was nearly dinnertime. The game was impossibly close and exciting and we watched it all the way through. The excitement was just too much for the boys, though, and neither one would go to sleep. Good thing I had the earlier nap. They finally went down about 10 or so (a full 2 hours later than usual) but that meant that they didn't get up too early on Sunday. Small mercies.
Momma and the boys went for a long run and came back for lunch. Dad was supposed to take them to watch England/France rugby but 1) they fell asleep and 2) the game was on earlier than Dad realized. So, the boys slept through that (England won, by the way) and Dad only got to see the last 20 minutes. The finals are next week, though, and he won't repeat that mistake!
Big Al holding himself up
He's a little wobbly, but determined to do it himself. He even managed to hitch his right leg up in an effort to climb on to the couch like his brother does!
Allan's elephant
Allan and the new shape-sorter. Instead of putting the blocks in the sides (as one is meant to do), he put them back up the trunk. Much easier.
The bouncy zebra
A hand-me-down from Katie.
Griff wasn't too sure about it. It was fun, then it wasn't, then it was. Then it made a noise and it was all over.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I want up there, too!
Allan doing a Calvin. Again. Griffith insisting on being in his Dad's lap just because Allan was already up there.
Go, go, go...
Griff cheering on the home team last night. And eating gingersnaps. It was a good night.
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