Yea sooo tooth number seven. Makes feeding a tad sore, but luckily he hasn't been biting like he used to. I am proud of him.
But seriously, that is a lot of teeth at 7 months. I have never seen that many teeth on anyone his age. Usually by now they are already getting their first or second teeth. I imagine he just really want big people food.
In other news, little guy is participating in the Lebanon Valley Mall Diaper Derby. :) I'll make sure plenty of pictures and crawling is recorded. Followed by Jaws music. :)
Wish 'im luck! Hopefully more teeth to come! Whoo hoo!
I lurve my little man!
In other news: I finally got out portraits. So awesome :)
Thoughts that go PLORP through my mind on occasion.
31 March, 2011
27 March, 2011
Like a Horror Movie
Nothing feels better than getting your shirt SOAKED by baby puke. Haha. Apparently Orajel no longer agrees with my little man's tummy.
So yes, it was something out of a horror film. He smiled at me though so must have made his tummy feel better. Then he went back to sleep.
Although now he is fighting nap time. My silly little boy! I love him so very much he knows that.
*cuddles him tons*
Alrighty, now to find food. Damn boobie feeding and feeling hungry all the time. I eat more than a cow! 0_0
So yes, it was something out of a horror film. He smiled at me though so must have made his tummy feel better. Then he went back to sleep.
Although now he is fighting nap time. My silly little boy! I love him so very much he knows that.
*cuddles him tons*
Alrighty, now to find food. Damn boobie feeding and feeling hungry all the time. I eat more than a cow! 0_0
23 March, 2011
Sometimes I want to Poke Someone with a Fork
I look at myself physically, and not like how I appear or anything, but what my body does physically.
Arthritis is unfortunately a big factor in my life. It effects and decides everything I am going to do. It decides if I am going to take a walk on a nice day. If I am going to be able to do any major cleaning that day. If I am going to take my son out to the mall.
It decides how much I am able to play with my son.
I. Hate. It.
I never wanted to worry about this until I was at least maybe even thirty, but I have had this since I was in 4th grade. It makes even doing my art difficult. It is one of the few things I am good at, and I feel hindered.
When I do push through my arthritis I feel worse.
When I get frustrated, I want to take my frustrations and throw them into a pile.
I am merely good at some things, but never excellent at anything.
I want to excel in something so I can amount to something. I want to be able to pull my own weight, not be a weight.
I need to find whatever created arthritis and beat them with the fork and proceed to poke their entrails with it.
I am done ranting now. Time to draw. Thank you.
--- I wonder if they still make degrees in philosophy.
Arthritis is unfortunately a big factor in my life. It effects and decides everything I am going to do. It decides if I am going to take a walk on a nice day. If I am going to be able to do any major cleaning that day. If I am going to take my son out to the mall.
It decides how much I am able to play with my son.
I. Hate. It.
I never wanted to worry about this until I was at least maybe even thirty, but I have had this since I was in 4th grade. It makes even doing my art difficult. It is one of the few things I am good at, and I feel hindered.
When I do push through my arthritis I feel worse.
When I get frustrated, I want to take my frustrations and throw them into a pile.
I am merely good at some things, but never excellent at anything.
I want to excel in something so I can amount to something. I want to be able to pull my own weight, not be a weight.
I need to find whatever created arthritis and beat them with the fork and proceed to poke their entrails with it.
I am done ranting now. Time to draw. Thank you.
--- I wonder if they still make degrees in philosophy.
16 March, 2011
Motherhood Rocks :D
Ah, motherhood is tiring and exciting. Especially with a rather smart and equally fussy baby. One who shows happiness, anger, frustration, pain, and the most wondrous thing of all: affection.
He can smile, hold his arms out to you, and give you the cutest giggles because he loves you. He shamelessly flirts and goes through the motions of someone going "Aw shucks".
Of course there is the teething, and finding out that orajel turns baby into something possessed with spewing vomit (never using orajel again) so there comes the having to discover other teething remedies. Teethers galore!!
He wants to skip the crawling and prefers his bouncer to try to be upright. He finally got the back strength when he did that to lay on his tummy and hold his head up. YAY!
All in all, seeing that awesome smile is more than enough to make me so very glad that I became a Mom. :D
He can smile, hold his arms out to you, and give you the cutest giggles because he loves you. He shamelessly flirts and goes through the motions of someone going "Aw shucks".
Of course there is the teething, and finding out that orajel turns baby into something possessed with spewing vomit (never using orajel again) so there comes the having to discover other teething remedies. Teethers galore!!
He wants to skip the crawling and prefers his bouncer to try to be upright. He finally got the back strength when he did that to lay on his tummy and hold his head up. YAY!
All in all, seeing that awesome smile is more than enough to make me so very glad that I became a Mom. :D
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