Dillon is working his crawler muscles. It is exhausting. Warning: This video is 5 minutes long. It may only be worth 5 minutes to his grandparents. You can skip around.
Dillon and James the Bear played Jenga. Dillon shows surprising aptitude. Bear loses.
Dillon busts out a belly laugh...finally.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
D's new zen
As I mentioned, Dillon LOVES the swing. He loves the music, he loves the shape/height of the seat, and he loves the toy tray.
In early December, little bear was sick (we later discovered it was an ear infection). He didn't much want to swing because he preferred being held. Understandable.
Then we left for Christmas and survived 2 long weeks with no swing.
When we got home, Dillon's Dr. said he couldn't use the swing until we decided if he needed a helmet. So, I spent a month keeping him upright/on his tummy in as many ways as I could think of. He hated it.
THEN, I decided that a helmet wasn't for us. (If you are one of the MANY people I bounced my frustrations off of re: the helmet, we are happy to report that this is the right move for us and we feel very confident about it.)
Since Dillon's head wasn't getting any WORSE, we stopped stressing and let him play on his back, sit in his bouncy chair, and get back in the swing. For the last couple weeks we've been remembering how much love this little boy has for the swing. But, he's a chunker, and the swing is a (very, very kind) loaner. So, he's been sitting in it with toys and music, but no swinging...unless he can convince a kind passerby to push him a bit.
I was reluctant to tear him away from the swing, so I brainstormed ways to get one of our own to make him happy until he destroys it. But, in the end, we've decided to move on and grow up a bit. I'm sure there is nothing wrong with a baby his age loving the swing, but there is a swing at the park down the street, and there are toys on the floor where he should be learning to play by himself and move around.
This is the first "mean" decision I've had to make. But, even though it is hard to be "mean" it's just going to get worse from here on out, right? He might as well start learning now that Mommy knows best, even though he may not agree. Like right now, for instance, Mommy knows that he needs a third nap because he got his shots and missed half of his second nap. He doesn't agree, but, knowing best, I have to be "mean."
On a happier note, Dillon, being distressed about teeth (I think) and the shot situation, was inconsolable earlier this afternoon. Usually I would just set him in the swing to calm down. But...we got creative. Dillon calmed down in his bouncy seat with some yogurt melts and Toy Story. He has a new zen. Sad that it's television, but, whatever works.
In early December, little bear was sick (we later discovered it was an ear infection). He didn't much want to swing because he preferred being held. Understandable.
Then we left for Christmas and survived 2 long weeks with no swing.
When we got home, Dillon's Dr. said he couldn't use the swing until we decided if he needed a helmet. So, I spent a month keeping him upright/on his tummy in as many ways as I could think of. He hated it.
THEN, I decided that a helmet wasn't for us. (If you are one of the MANY people I bounced my frustrations off of re: the helmet, we are happy to report that this is the right move for us and we feel very confident about it.)
Since Dillon's head wasn't getting any WORSE, we stopped stressing and let him play on his back, sit in his bouncy chair, and get back in the swing. For the last couple weeks we've been remembering how much love this little boy has for the swing. But, he's a chunker, and the swing is a (very, very kind) loaner. So, he's been sitting in it with toys and music, but no swinging...unless he can convince a kind passerby to push him a bit.
I was reluctant to tear him away from the swing, so I brainstormed ways to get one of our own to make him happy until he destroys it. But, in the end, we've decided to move on and grow up a bit. I'm sure there is nothing wrong with a baby his age loving the swing, but there is a swing at the park down the street, and there are toys on the floor where he should be learning to play by himself and move around.
This is the first "mean" decision I've had to make. But, even though it is hard to be "mean" it's just going to get worse from here on out, right? He might as well start learning now that Mommy knows best, even though he may not agree. Like right now, for instance, Mommy knows that he needs a third nap because he got his shots and missed half of his second nap. He doesn't agree, but, knowing best, I have to be "mean."
On a happier note, Dillon, being distressed about teeth (I think) and the shot situation, was inconsolable earlier this afternoon. Usually I would just set him in the swing to calm down. But...we got creative. Dillon calmed down in his bouncy seat with some yogurt melts and Toy Story. He has a new zen. Sad that it's television, but, whatever works.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
...making me happy.
I'm feeling much better than yesterday, when I was sure I would pass out, leaving my babe unattended. Mark got up with him at 4 and 7am, and I slept from 10p-9a. This is making me happy.
I turned off our heater yesterday, slept all night with a light blanket, the sun is shining and it is 72 degrees in our house. This is making me happy.
I stocked up on diapers for $2.50/pkg. This is making me happy.
This baby loves me. This is making me happy.
These legs don't need pants. This is making me VERY happy.
I turned off our heater yesterday, slept all night with a light blanket, the sun is shining and it is 72 degrees in our house. This is making me happy.
I stocked up on diapers for $2.50/pkg. This is making me happy.
This baby loves me. This is making me happy.
These legs don't need pants. This is making me VERY happy.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
A day in the life of Dillon
Playing (happily)
Playing (with frustration)
Weight Training (barbels)
Multitasking (Swinging, Singing, Watching, Licking)
p.s. Is it weird that my 6 month old still loves the swing this much? It's his favorite place in the house.
Playing (with frustration)
Weight Training (barbels)
Multitasking (Swinging, Singing, Watching, Licking)
p.s. Is it weird that my 6 month old still loves the swing this much? It's his favorite place in the house.
The Visitors
Dear Nonna, Aunt Meara and Aunt Laurel,
I'm so glad you came to visit me, and for my "birthday" too! Here are some pictures of us together.
Tell Papa I miss him.
Love,
Dillon
I'm so glad you came to visit me, and for my "birthday" too! Here are some pictures of us together.
Tell Papa I miss him.
Love,
Dillon
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Happy half, Lovey.
[The videos work now!]
Dillon's half birthday was on Sunday, February 6th. As luck would have it, he had lots of extra attention from Nonna, Aunt Laurel, and Aunt Meara, whose trip happened to coincide with his half-day.
I was adamant about there being some sort of celebratory treat. It was decided that a cupcake would be just the thing. But, some were concerned that he wouldn't know what to do with it, being only 6 months old. So, we had a practice round on Saturday. Some friends came over, and the smaller of the friends borrowed Dillon's swing. This was mildly upsetting for him, so to temper the sting, we gave him a chocolate chip pancake...just to see. He knew EXACTLY what to do with it.
(Sidebar: we later gave him a regular pancake and he would have nothing to do with it.)
The videos are pretty long, so feel free to skip around for the highlights. Thanks to my sister, Meara, for all the footage.
The cupcake proved a bit more difficult than the pancake. Wanting to see him destroy it, we didn't just put it in his hand. Therefore, it was more difficult for him to get it to his mouth. Also, since cupcake doesn't hold up as well as pancake, there was a bit more gagging, sputtering, and red teary eyes (I think we turned off the camera for that part.)
All in all, though, it was a success.
HAPPY HALF, LOVEY!
Love, Mommy
[p.s. The other day, I immediately gave him a bath and a bottle so he could go down for his nap. Today, we met some friends at the bakery that made the cupcake, and ordered it to share. (Chocolate Ganache from My Daddy's Cheesecake, where a dear friend is the manager/head baker.) This time, I ate most of it, and Dillon had bites of frosting from a spoon. He was REALLY mad on the way home and I couldn't figure out what his problem was. Then we got home and Daddy tried to play with him, but he just screamed. This is very un-Dillon-like behavior. Finally, I realized, he was THIRSTY. The poor bear was eating all that rich chocolate frosting and had nothing to wash it down with because it wasn't bottle time.]
Dillon's half birthday was on Sunday, February 6th. As luck would have it, he had lots of extra attention from Nonna, Aunt Laurel, and Aunt Meara, whose trip happened to coincide with his half-day.
I was adamant about there being some sort of celebratory treat. It was decided that a cupcake would be just the thing. But, some were concerned that he wouldn't know what to do with it, being only 6 months old. So, we had a practice round on Saturday. Some friends came over, and the smaller of the friends borrowed Dillon's swing. This was mildly upsetting for him, so to temper the sting, we gave him a chocolate chip pancake...just to see. He knew EXACTLY what to do with it.
(Sidebar: we later gave him a regular pancake and he would have nothing to do with it.)
The videos are pretty long, so feel free to skip around for the highlights. Thanks to my sister, Meara, for all the footage.
The cupcake proved a bit more difficult than the pancake. Wanting to see him destroy it, we didn't just put it in his hand. Therefore, it was more difficult for him to get it to his mouth. Also, since cupcake doesn't hold up as well as pancake, there was a bit more gagging, sputtering, and red teary eyes (I think we turned off the camera for that part.)
All in all, though, it was a success.
HAPPY HALF, LOVEY!
Love, Mommy
[p.s. The other day, I immediately gave him a bath and a bottle so he could go down for his nap. Today, we met some friends at the bakery that made the cupcake, and ordered it to share. (Chocolate Ganache from My Daddy's Cheesecake, where a dear friend is the manager/head baker.) This time, I ate most of it, and Dillon had bites of frosting from a spoon. He was REALLY mad on the way home and I couldn't figure out what his problem was. Then we got home and Daddy tried to play with him, but he just screamed. This is very un-Dillon-like behavior. Finally, I realized, he was THIRSTY. The poor bear was eating all that rich chocolate frosting and had nothing to wash it down with because it wasn't bottle time.]
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The sitting sick
I don't know about you. But, when I am really sick, I walk around for days on end clutching a box of Kleenex that travels everywhere with me.
Dillon has been pretty sick for the last couple weeks. He hasn't been doing the Kleenex thing, but he didn't let go of his bulb syringe for two days. It's now his favorite toy. We call it his "Bam-bam."
In other news, Dillon can sit!!!
And from Daddy's cell phone...
Dillon has been pretty sick for the last couple weeks. He hasn't been doing the Kleenex thing, but he didn't let go of his bulb syringe for two days. It's now his favorite toy. We call it his "Bam-bam."
In other news, Dillon can sit!!!
And from Daddy's cell phone...
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