Thursday, June 26, 2014

John John 10 Months!

John was 10 months on Saturday.  Time needs to stop.  Seriously.  I saw a tiny little 5 week old baby last week and I swear my ovaries cried.  I don't want another baby, I just don't want mine to keep growing up. :)  I keep joking that since everyone sleeps through the night in my house, no one is allowed to grow any older.  I'd like to just have a 5 year old, 3 year old and a 10 month old forever, please.

And of course this isn't exactly true.  We want our children to thrive and grow and experience new things.  But for sure I'd like for each year to last at least two.  It just goes too quickly.  And they are precious as all get out.

Alas, John is 10 months old.  He's still not crawling on his hands and knees and I doubt that he ever will.  He is so so so fast with the army crawl and he has the whole left knee/right arm, right knee/left arm thing down, so from a physical gross motor stand point, I'm not concerned at all.  He is pulling himself up and he stands for brief periods of time.  Very brief- like 3 seconds tops.

John says Mama and Dada.  He still is crazy about his sisters and he still smiles constantly!  He loves books and music and patty cake and the goofy songs that we make up and sing to him.  Such as, "Mama loves John John, John John, John John.  Mama loves John John, my John John boy!" And then Marin and Emilie sing it to him but put their name in instead of Mama.  He loves his little rattle and wooden blocks.

He's started eating pretty much whatever we eat.  No more baby food for that little dude.  He can put the food away!  But he tends to store the food a little too, in his cheeks.  He is learning the signs for more, all done and please, thank you and milk.  He uses a few with a variation of his own understanding.

He is an absolute joy.  He rolls with the flow and smiles and coos and loves life.  We love him from the tips of his toes to the top of his curly head.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

"There's just something about a little boy"

When I found out that I was pregnant with a little boy, girlfriends kept telling me, "You're going to love having a little boy.  There's just something about a little boy." It's not that I didn't believe them, but I have two little girls who I think are the cats meow.  And I was thrilled to be having a boy, but I would have been thrilled to have three girls, as well.

But then my little buddy was born.  And truth be told, I am enamored with all of my children.  I sat for hours and kissed them as babies and I still do.  I kiss Marin and Emilie every chance I get and for as long as I can get away with before they say, "Maaaaaahhhhhhmm!"  I think all of my children are delicious little munchkins.  But there is something about that little stinker John when he smiles at me.  I told Jason that I want to go in the corner and kiss him until my lips can't kiss anymore.  Jason thinks this is totally bizarre.  Which I get.  But you know what, people are right.  There is just something about a little boy.