Oliver at Eight Months.

February 22, 2012

Special Talents

Belly crawling. Hooray, he’s finally mobile! It took him a little while, but now he confidently uses his little legs and arms to get himself to where he wants. He still gets overwhelmed when his target is too far, so I try to put things at a reasonable distance from him. His favorite things to touch: the Eames rocker legs, this ugly colorful musical mirror attached to the bottom of his crib (le sigh), the humidifier, the bottom knob of his dresser, board books, and a cylindrical container of puffs.

Saying ma-ma-ma. Not to me, of course. He says ba-ba-ba and da-da-da when he’s happy and ma-ma-ma when he’s miserable & crying in his crib, haha. Of course he would.

Pulling his socks off. I know other babies discover their feet much earlier, but maybe our Ollie is a slow learner. He’s just discovered his feet (and ours) and now likes to pull his socks off.


The first half of the month was wonderful. Sunshine week, remember? And then one night he just started crying like crazy at bedtime. And it’s continued for every nap and bedtime since then… going on three weeks now, I think. I freaked out at first cause it was so unusual for him and it sounded like he was in pain, and I think he partially is from the teething (his 7th tooth broke yesterday), but I think a lot of it is just separation anxiety & not wanting to be in his crib alone. Thankfully he doesn’t cry much aside from those times, so I’m just hoping it’ll pass as this wonder week comes to an end.


Still two 1.5-2 hour naps at around the same times. I’m loving the consistency in his schedule at this age. So good, so good. He stopped waking up early in the mornings for awhile, but started it up again with this new round of teething. It really doesn’t bother me too much though, since it doesn’t mess up the rest of the day.

Eating (new category)

I thought I should add this category since it’s a big part of his babyhood & also constantly changing. He has gone through seasons where he will refuse to eat a bite of food, and then seasons where it seems like he has a bottomless pit of a stomach. It’s so true that babies are excellent self-regulators & know how much food they need. Right now he is not the best eater but it’s not horrible either. He dislikes green vegetables (green beans, peas), feels so-so about orange vegetables (sweet potatoes, squash, carrots), and loves fruit (pears, apples, mangoes, avocados) & oatmeal too. We should have guessed… sweet tooth just like his mom & dad. I’m thinking of introducing egg yolk & tofu soon. I also cannot get him to drink from a sippy. I have tried soft-tip sippy & a straw cup, but he just bites on both. I’m going to try out the BornFree sippy after hearing about Monica’s success with Elliot. If anyone has recommendations, I’m all ears!


When we eat with him at the table. I discovered that he eats the food he doesn’t like a lot better when I’m eating my own meal next to him. Whenever he stops opening his mouth, I take a bite of my own food, and then he will open his mouth for another bite. Joan says he is a social eater. So weird!

The jumper. Still! He has started to do this really intense hopping, like he’s jumping on a trampoline. It’s crazy & hilarious & scary all at the same time.

The leapfrog toy. Still. He is now a pro at using every single knob, pull & button. It also starts wigging out after awhile (we think the battery might be running out) & he will pull away from it & just stare at it until I come over and reset the whole thing. It is so cute how he lunges for this toy whenever I bring it out.

When we carry him, especially while walking down the hallway to the garage. He gets all excited & starts kicking his legs & making giggly gaspy sounds.

Electronics. The iPhone. The MacBook. He knows. Yes, we are entering this stage.

Touching my face after he’s done nursing. He just looks up at me & touches my nose, cheeks, mouth, chin, all the while smiling & whispering ba-ba-bas. I die. Melty melt melt.


Certain strangers. He’s going through some kind of separation/stranger anxiety right now, and he will kind of close up into himself around them, becoming really quiet, not smiling, not talking, just staring. Lately he will even cry really hard when people are too in-his-face or try to hold him.

When we lay him down in his crib. Lots of screaming, lots of crying. It’s okay, I’m pretty much used to it now.

When he has to sit for too long. This happens both in the car seat and in the stroller. If it’s longer than half an hour, he starts to get really restless and whiny. Case in point: I pushed him around in a stroller while I went shopping the other day. He was pretty good while we were at H&M, J.Crew, Gap… and then lost it at Zara. I had to hold him while checking out & then practically run to the car… I could feel all those strangers looking at me with their judgmental eyes.

And this series of pictures was when he rolled over while I was in the middle of changing him. I thought he looked too funny not to take pictures. :)


The Take Home Series.

February 16, 2012

I’ve been loving this short series on simple ways to style your hair by Ryan Marshall of Pacing the Panic Room. Fun, witty, artistically shot, and so helpful, especially to a young mom who feels all sorts of crazy on an everyday basis. The only thing is, I hate hairspray! Hope you enjoy. :)

The Take Home Series – Messy Ballerina Bun by: Tali Lev from The Panic Room Videos on Vimeo.

The Take Home Series- Growing Through the Awkward Phase by: Cole from The Panic Room Videos on Vimeo.

The Take Home Series- Let’s Talk About Pony Tails by: Trish from The Panic Room Videos on Vimeo.

The Take Home Series – Don’t Have a Cowlick by: Cathy from The Panic Room Videos on Vimeo.

Peace Not As The World Gives.

February 10, 2012

I’m sitting here right now, watching the clock, listening to little O whining on the monitor. He slept a whopping 30 minutes this morning (as opposed to his usual 2 hours) and has been crying/fussing/whining ever since. On top of that, he’s been screaming/crying every time we put him down in his crib for the past week, usually for a good 15-20 minutes at bedtime (one night this week it was 45 minutes… I wanted to die). On top of that, he woke over an hour early this morning. On top of that, he refused to nurse OR take a bottle last night, meaning he went 14 hours without eating last night. On top of that, he’s been battling a cold for two weeks. On top of that, he is teething… AGAIN. On top of that, we’ve entered another wonder week. It is the perfect storm.

Every day this week I have been praying… please, just comfort him. Please don’t let him cry so hard before falling asleep. Please just let him get the food & milk he needs. Please, just take care of him & meet all his needs. I don’t know what to do. I feel so helpless.

I find it no small coincidence that the Lord has been teaching me about peace for the past couple weeks. In care group we’ve been studying John 14: Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. On Sunday Pastor Dan gave an excellent sermon on overcoming worry & sinful anxiety, in which I starred like every other point (usually I star one main point to remember throughout the week). Two points I have really been thinking about this week: When you live with anxiety, you live with an orphan mentality. & The more we pray, the less anxious we will be. Throw your cares at the feet of Christ. In small group we are meditating on Psalm 16: I have set the Lord always before me; because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken… Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices; my flesh also dwells secure. And in the mornings I’ve been reading Romans: For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you received the spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, ‘Abba! Father!’…

Kind of seems like He’s been preparing & girding up my heart for some physical & emotional turmoil, no? It’s been hard. Every night I feel so wiped. When he wakes early or cries so hard when I put him down, I feel the all-too-familiar knots in my stomach, tightness in my chest… the panic setting in. But before it overcomes me, I remember one of those tidbits of scripture or one small but powerful truth that grounds me again. It’s been amazing to see how God is transforming my heart through His Word. Not that I don’t still struggle or feel panicky sometimes (I made Steven stay home from care group this week because O was wailing so hard at bedtime), but it’s so evident to me that He is granting me a sense of that otherworldly peace that He promises. A peace that isn’t dependent on physical circumstances but comes from trusting in God the Father, the One who is perfectly able to care for my little one & also for me.

In the meantime, I’m just telling myself: This too shall pass. It helps that he’s pretty cute too.


February 8, 2012

Instagram. My favorite app as of late. To me, Instagram is like quick-and-easy blogging — just take a picture & come up with a caption. It’s probably the reason why this blog is so lacking in pictures & updates, which I really do hope to remedy someday soon. But I still love it. If you want to follow along, my username isn’t too hard to guess. ;) Or if you don’t have the iPhone, you can view my Instaphotos here. Here’s a little collage of some recents:

Just Pause.

February 3, 2012

Lately I have been feeling so thankful for our little guy. He has just been such a delight to be around & I have many moments throughout the day where I just pause & take a mental snapshot to try to remember him just as he is… right. this. second. I remember Susie telling me around when Ollie was 3 months old that she really enjoyed when Caden was 3-4 months and also when he was 7-8 months old. Oddly enough, I’ve found that to be exactly the case with Ollie as well.

I’m already thinking about what to do for his first birthday party… it’s less than five months away. Can you believe how fast time has gone? The other day we were all sitting at the table eating dinner together — feeding him his dinner of purees in between bites of my own dinner. While he squeezed Sophie & threw her off the table again, and again, and again. I remember when he couldn’t even grab Sophie with his hands. He couldn’t sit up in a chair. All he did was sleep all day long. How in the world did he grow up so fast??

The days are long but the years are short — trying to savor the golden moments of every day.