Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Peace At Last
It isn't an unusual event in our house to have Jacob wake up in the wee hours of the morning, soaking wet. Wet PJ's, wet sheets, wet blankets. I've tried everything I can possibly think of to prevent this from happening, but for some reason Jacob is a very heavy wetter at night. Last night was quite a doozie. I heard wimpering and told Matt to listen for me because I may need some help. That was an understatement. Jacob was soaking wet and saying "All Done" over and over and over and over. I called for some assistance because there was NO WAY, I was going to be able to do this on my own. Matt changed the bed while I attempted to change and comfort the now hysterical child who was shivering, as I stripped him of his wet PJ's, and still saying "All Done". I brought Jacob into our bed and he refused to lie down with us. He literally just sat there sobbing, saying and signing (as if we didn't quite get it) "All Done". Finally, I just decided that enough was enough and I would attempt to settle him back into his own bed. We managed to locate all of the nookies (it is essential that Jacob have all 3 nookies, 1 to suck, and 1 for each hand), and this 9-month pregnant Mama, climbed into the twin bed with my little boy to attempt to get him back to sleep. After several songs, Jacob finally managed to calm down and fall back asleep. Leaving me with one arm asleep, a leg that was on the verge of cramping and a very full bladder being kicked by baby girl. Risky as it was, I managed to sneek out and climb back into my own bed to join my snoring husband. Peace At Last!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Mommy Love
Jacob loves his Mommy. He really does, I'm not just tooting my own horn here. He loves to be wherever I am (literally freaks out when I go upstairs to get dressed) and is very affectionate with me. He gives me lots of hugs and kisses. It's so great to have him share his affection with me. Sometimes though, it's too much! When we flew back from GA, Jacob started to lick me right on the mouth on the plane when we were surrounded by complete strangers. I don't know where he got the idea to lick me (Matt and I have hardly shared a hug in front of the kid). He now likes to lick the belly, although, recently he has said "yuck" after doing this. I think he's trying to butter me up before the arrival of his new sister. Honestly though, I love every squeeze and smooch from him. I just can't seem to get enough. I guess that's what being a Mom is all about...never getting enough of your kids. Even the belly licks are ok!
Spring
Spring is here! BUT- we live in Maine, northern Maine that is. So Spring is quite a relative term around here. We don't have grass and tulips blooming, or even leaves on our trees yet, but it feels like Spring. When you have lived for several months in a row with the temperatures hitting -15, a day when the sun is shining and it's a balmy 48 out, it feels like Spring! We have had some days when the temp even went up to 52! But, then we also recently had a huge snow storm...18 inches of that white stuff fell from the sky and out house looked like we had been attacked by snow monsters. For Jacob, Spring means more driveway time and splashing in puddles. They don't call it "Mud Season" for nothing! For me, Spring means more laundry.
Friday, February 20, 2009
He Did It
We have had the "Big Boy" bed set up in Jacob's room now for a good couple of months. I wanted to have it set up and get Jacob adjusted to having it around before making the transition official. The other day Matt looked at me and said, "so when are we going to do this?" (Meaning, make the big switch). I hesitated and said, "soon". Yeah right, he knows me and he knows that I would have waited forever and come up with a million reasons as to why we shouldn't switch him over just yet, "he's too little still", "we don't really HAVE to yet", "we don't have the guard-rails set up", "I'm too tired", etc. etc. etc. The truth is, Jacob was ready. I was the one who wasn't quite ready to have him grow up. I wasn't quite ready to have him out of his crib, sleeping in a bed, like a big boy. I wasn't quite ready to let go of that phase. Wow, it did go so quickly. Now, I feel like it's official, he's no longer my little baby, he's a big boy. Jacob did it. He slept in his big boy bed as if he's always slept there. He did still have his nookies. A little bit of baby that he's still hanging onto and I'm letting him...for now!

Just waking up from his first sleep in the bed.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Proud Mama
I never though I'd be so proud of such silly little things. I'm proud of so many things Jacob does lately. He's now telling me when he has a dirty diaper, when his sippy cup is empty, when he's tired and ready for "blue nookies" (my kid does love to sleep). He can hold a spoon and eat a bowl of cereal! Wow, that makes me proud! I'm proud of so much that Jacob does, but there is one thing and for whatever reason, it makes me Super Proud! I'm so proud of the way he can eat a banana like everyone else now! It's so amazing to watch him hold the banana by the peel at the bottom and bite off one piece at a time. I watched him the first time he did this and thought to myself, "this is how he's going to eat a banana for the rest of his life, and here I am watching it for the first time ever" Call it silly if you will, but I'm proud. 

Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Choo-Choo
My mom keeps asking me if Jacob really plays with his train table. He really does. He loves it and lines a bunch of trains up and pushes them around and around. Here is a little video clip of him playing trains:
Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk
I'm in the kitchen cooking (something I rarely have the time/energy to do anymore) and I hear this gurggling and splashing sound from down the hallway. I peak my head over the counter to see what's going on and I find this: 
Jacob has his sippy cup of milk and he's having the most wonderful time filling up his mouth with milk and then letting it run/drip out of his mouth, down his shirt and onto the floor. So what's a Mom to do? My first reaction, not to yell, or even to clean up the mess, but: Hurry, get your camera before the moment's over! Here are the photos:


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