Baby Steps

Here are a few things Roy has been up to lately:

He now has six teeth. Four top and the two bottom.

He's figured out how to climb down off of the couch on his own, and is learning how to climb down stairs.

He loves to share. If I give him a cookie or offer him his sippy cup, he always insists I take a bite or a drink as well. ... or it could be he's making sure I haven't poisoned him. It's still cute.

He's developed a fascination with the silverware basket in the dishwasher. I have to prop something inside to force the lower rack to stay outwards or he won't leave the basket alone. And boy does it piss him off! He'll brace his chubby little baby fists against the lower rack, plant his feet, and push as hard as he can, making little weight-lifter grunts while he does it. You can see he's really putting his back into it. When he realizes he's not going to get that lower rack to budge, he starts yelling.

He no longer nurses to sleep. We walk him down for his naps, or if he's really tired, we can just put him in his crib and he'll roll over and go to sleep. He's down to just a morning nursing, and that will go away starting with our road trip to Lissa's.

And finally, last night he got a hold of a small peppermint patty. His reach has gotten a lot better lately, and we had him in his exersaucer while Russ was cleaning up downstairs. He'd started gnawing on the foil wrapper, so Russ decided it would be funny to just unwrap it and let him have at it. I came out of the office to find a baby sticky all over with bits of peppermint patty, with palms and face coated dark brown with chocolate, and not a recognizable lump of that piece of candy left anywhere else in sight. I had to give him a bath before he could eat his dinner - which he wouldn't finish since he'd had so much candy.

Not so Fat now!

Woo hoo! Remember how I said when I weaned Roy, I was going to buy a scale and drop all the extra baby-padding?

When the doctor weighed me at Roy's 9-month checkup, I was still over 150lbs. I finally got my scale, and weighed myself yesterday. Drum-roll please...

One hundred and thirty three pounds! Just twelve pounds to go, and I'll be back down to pre-baby size!

Woohoo

So, I've been on the verge of a nervous breakdown for the last three weeks or so trying to find D's replacement. Like seriously, I was a total wreck, completely enraged 24/7 and not pleasant to be around. Thankfully we found a new guy!! He liked us and we liked him and he actually wants to move in. Finally!
That is all.