oh, man. This is such a fun age. He understands more and more each day and I love to ask him to do things and watch as he comprehends and does them.
Dyeing eggs with Stella is quickly becoming one of my favorite activities. Last year we only got through about nine eggs but this year I made a few more because she was really into finding them at a friends house a few days before Easter.
After using various small cups last year, I told myself to remember to buy plastic cups to dye the eggs but of course forgot. So we made due with what we had. Stella didn’t mind at all.
She dropped an egg in each color and then tried to fit another, moving them around as she saw fit.
More than a few of them cracked from the drop into the cup.
The next morning she found all of the eggs and each time she spotted one she was so excited and proud of herself. Tsunami did find one of them before Stella and managed to have a little treat before we put her outside. After finding all the eggs, we moved on to Easter baskets, where Stella was spoiled by grandparents and Auntie Wendy. I don’t remember Easter presents being huge (actually, the gift that sticks out most in my mind is the year I got a word search book) so I tried not to go overboard and got her a butterfly kite and bandaids. But Grandmas spoiled the kids with books games and (the big winner) mints. After finding they dyed eggs, we went over to our friends’ house to search for the plastic eggs filled with goodies.
I have really great memories of going over to my cousins’ house to hunt for eggs and loved that we were able to do the same thing with close friends. There were close to a hundred eggs with only two 2 1/2-year olds to find them so we tossed most of them on the grass to make things easy for them. The delight on their faces when they found them was so much fun to see.
And, of course, the stickers, tattoos, finger puppets, candy, and figurines that were hiding inside the eggs were pretty exciting, too. James was more interested in the electronics that were out. Afterwards we went to the beach where Stella got buried in the sand over and over. Jack wasn’t interested in being buried so he did the shoveling. James and I spent time snuggling on the blanket because he was not feeling well. Once we got home I realized he had a 101 degree temperature. No wonder he wanted nothing to do with the water!After the beach we had lunch before heading home. Stella has been trying to climb trees for a while so Dad helped her out. And then we went home to put James to bed and fly Stella’s new kite. It was a beautiful day to do it. Stella ran around like a nut and jumped of the utility box cover that is a favorite toy of all the neighbor kids. There was lots of jumping before we all finally took a much-needed nap.
James is now 11 months old and it’s hard to believe that at this time last year I was just complaining about everything. How has it already been 11 months? Since learning to walk, James has been getting faster and faster every day. No doubt that he’ll be running around soon. He figured out how to climb out of the dog door (a trick that Stella seemed blissfully unaware of until she was nearly 18 months old) and that has made life so much crazier. He can (and will) climb everything in his path, which means I’m constantly running between cooking dinner and peeking out back to make sure that he hasn’t fallen off the back of a chair or the little table. Mostly he’s covered in Tsunami’s water, but that’s definitely preferable to taking a dive off the chairs. He also enjoys putting various items out the dog door so I’m constantly finding toys or remote controls or books outside. Tsunami’s water and food bowls are some of his favorite toys so I spend a lot of time picking him up, soaking wet, and relocating him to some place I think is far enough away to make him forget about it, only to have to remove him 30 seconds later. Tsunami’s been handling it pretty well and will just back up when James crawls under her to start playing. He loves to open and shut doors and smiles when he opens it for me or Stella. We’ve luckily only had one finger-slamming incident, but it was minor and Stella learned that maybe playing open-shut with James isn’t the best idea. Now she handles the closing and opening of doors when they play together. He learned to wave, but is still mastering when exactly to do it. He also learned to clap and he gets the biggest smile (the kid is full of big smiles) when he catches my eye and claps. He will clap when he hears other people clapping, whether it’s in real life or on tv, and when someone says “yay” he’ll get in on that, too. His 8th tooth popped through and though I was prepared for many sleepless nights, he managed it pretty well. He also got another cold, which brought back those random night-wakings. We’re still working our way out of it. He gives big hugs and slobbery kisses and runs at full speed towards most anyone. Sometimes when we’re outside, he’ll roam around and then catch my eye and rush towards me with a smile. He’s fine when I’m out of the room, but as soon as I come back in he calls “Ma-ma Ma-ma” until I pick him up for a cuddle. For a baby who wasn’t really into cuddles, he’s definitely turned into a snuggler. Mostly when it suits him, but I don’t mind because he is one good cuddler. He is signing for milk now, which I think encompasses everything from breastmilk to water to food. It’s so cute to see his little hands going, unless it’s 1am. He is “talking” a lot more and I love to hear his voice. He squeals and babbles and Stella and I spend car rides wondering what he wants. One day when he was crying Stella said, “I’m sorry James, but I don’t have any milk in my boobies for you.” They were buckled in their car seats and I was driving and she was worried that he might think she was ignoring him. Sometimes Stella can be a little rough with James, but the love she has for her little brother constantly amazes me, and the smile he gets when she comes down in the mornings can’t be beat. His eyes are still bright blue and his hair is growing out of control. He gets all his food in it and I’ve said it so many times that Stella has taking to letting everyone know that “James has crazy hair.”
He is bigger than Stella was at 14 months old, and can walk like a pro (a drunk pro, but a pro nonetheless) so I have to remind myself that he’s still just a baby. But he understands more every day and watching that flicker of recognition in his eyes when he knows what you’re saying never gets old. He is a messy boy with a big heart, who maybe needs a haircut.
James is 10 months old and so busy, which is why this is getting written closer to the 11th month than the 10th! He started out the month taking more and more unassisted steps. He wasn’t able to stand up by himself, but once he was up with the help of a chair, table, or me, he would be off. On Wes’ birthday, he finally figured out how to stand up by himself and within an hour he was trying to chase Stella around the house. That particular attempt ended in a face plant, but he’s since learned his limitations. He climbs anything in his path and I have to remind myself on a daily basis to watch him closely. Stella didn’t walk until she was a year old, and even when she did, she was loud. I never had to question where she was because she let out squeals as she moved around. James, though, is pretty silent, especially when doing something that he shouldn’t be doing. Like climbing on top of the kids’ picnic table. Or moving Stella’s wooden table next to the patio chairs and trying to climb them, an act that had my heart in my throat as I raced to grab him before he got distracted and fell. Something like that seems to happen on a daily, if not hourly basis.
He is a sweet boy. He is constantly moving but usually stops long enough to give me a quick cuddle before moving on to the next big thing. I don’t think he’ll every snuggle as much as Stella does, so I take these hugs where I can. He gets excited to see his dad in the mornings, and some days the early wake up call is worth it to see how happy he is to see Wes. He has also got quite a temper, especially when you take something from him. Bath time is especially rough because there’s only a few toys and in an enclosed space they inevitably want the same one. Once I talk Stella out of stealing whatever hot toy James has got, he will usually hand it off to her. I think about all the times my brother and I fought over every little thing and I just get exhausted, but I also think about the times we played happily together and I look forward to that. After Grandma Candee left I decided that sleep training was in order so that we could all be a little more rested, but that very night he slept through the night and, with the exception of a few nights here and there, he has ever since. I hope that he has it all figured out because I don’t think I can go back to those nightly (or twice nightly) wake up calls. His naps are getting more consistent, which makes planning activities out of the house so much easier. His hair has grown so much in the past few months and it looks a lot like Wes’ does when he needs a haircut. Grama Tina wants us to wait until his first birthday to cut it, which actually might happen because I have no idea when I’ll find the time to take him somewhere to get it cut. He is the messiest eater, and will shove everything I put on his plate in his mouth, as if I’ll take it away if it stays there for longer than 30 seconds. Most of it ends up on his hands or in his high chair, and this makes Tsunami so happy while also driving me crazy because Tsunami now thinks she can get scraps from anyone with food. He has the sweetest smile and his eyes fully light up when he grins. He’s happy to see most people and will offer up hugs to new people, just like his sister. He also has some serious separation anxiety and will scream if I leave the room for 15 seconds. Once I’m gone, however, he’s just fine. It’s when I’m in eyesight that he gets upset, screaming as if to say, How dare you put me down when you can hold me! I admit that I give in a lot and pick him up because I love the way he rests his head on my shoulder. He wants what he wants and will do whatever to get it. When he hears the fridge open, he comes running (fast walking) to the kitchen, hoping to get in there before we shut the door. Same thing with the dishwasher, cabinets, front door, basically anything that opens he wants to get in. He loves Tsunami and will snuggle with her when he gets tired. Tsunami loves that she gets his table scraps and so allows a certain amount of rough housing before abruptly standing up and knocking him to his butt. He has seven teeth and makes a mess of his face daily, so much that I’ve just stopped trying to clean him up. But he’s the cutest messy baby ever.
My parents were in town in January and I haven’t had time to write about it because half the house was sick for most of their trip, unfortunately, and right after they left Wes started working crazy long hours six days a weeks so I am usually ready for bed as soon as I get the kids to bed. Right before my parents arrived, we thought that we would only be in Hawaii for a few more months and were preparing ourselves for a move to District Office, which would mean less hours and more time together as a family. Instead, Wes was moved to another part of the project and we barely see him and it’s been hard on all of us.
Luckily, my parents arrived his first week on the new project so I had plenty of help to get the house in a sort of order before I was on my own. We cleaned this house as much as we could with two kids running around while also fighting off whatever bug was working its way through the house. They arrived Saturday night and got straight to work with bath and story time, and then we cleaned up quickly and headed out for a very expensive date night on the other side of the island. We had a lovely time just being alone together but on the 45-minute drive home we both decided that we would never drive that far again for dinner. Grampa found all the fun bits of news to show to Stella and she loved everything. I think here she’s watching a hippo chase a boat. For the rest of their trip she spent a lot of time crawling over to Grampa and requesting to “watch the hippos” before snuggling up.
James got some good snuggles in, too, and learned some new tricks from Grampa, like how to pull a pillow off of his head.Fun times at breakfast. My dad probably has a hundred photos of me making weird faces while we eat, so I guess this was his payback.
Stella took Grampa on a nature walk around our apartment and showed him all the fun stuff, like this graffiti zebra that popped up a few years ago.
Don’t worry, Grampa didn’t have all the fun. Grama got some fun times in, too. We headed to the beach on Monday morning before everyone got sick. There were about six sea turtles swimming around, which Stella loves. This was her first trip to the beach in a swimsuit with no diaper on and she was so excited to be wearing it. Amazing as it is to have a kid who can pee in the potty, getting rid of that swim diaper was a little bittersweet. This was really James’ first time at the beach and, predictably, he ate as much sand as he could scoop into his mouth before I caught him. James had just started to crawl before my parents came, so going on outings like this was at once a lot more fun for him and stressful for me.
Stella had gymnastics and got to show off her skills And so did James. He started to pull himself up while my parents were here and he was cruising around the gym while Stella did her class. At least there were pads everywhere. I taught Stella how to skateboard and she loved it. It was so nice to be able to play with her outside without having to watch James and Tsunami. After so much fun on the skateboard we got our bikes out. Mine had a flat tire since I hadn’t ridden in about 3 years.
James tried to walk everywhere and my dad predicted he’d be walking by the end of March. He wasn’t far off. Having my dad here means I get pictures of me and the kids that I don’t have to take. I loved it.
And I love this kid. She’s at such a fun age. Grama painted Stella’s fingers, “this pinky first” of course. We went to the zoo after the eye doctor, just as the first person got sick. Totally worth it to get this photo of the kids, though. Showing off his new skill: standing at the coffee table. Out for a little run. Stella talks about running with me when she gets “bigger like Mommy” so it was fun to let her run with me while Grama manned the stroller and Grampa took pictures.
Wes was working some crazy hours, but still managed to get some quality time in with everyone.
We celebrated my mom’s birthday at Roy’s. Not as relaxing with two small children, but we still had a good time and got to enjoy some good food. Still taking advantage of extra people around, I requested a family photo of us all dressed up.
All Grama wanted for her birthday was a picture with her grandbabies. We need to work on getting them to smile for the camera.
Stella got sick the next morning and we spent the last week of their trip getting her fever down and resting. James was teething and sleeping horribly so it was a lazy lazy week. The day they had to leave, though, he actually fell asleep on Grama. This kid rarely falls asleep on me, he’s so busy, so it was a nice way to wrap up the trip for Grama. A photo where everyone is smiling! I clearly have the magic touch! One last picture before we buckled in for the trip to the airport. Photobombed by Grampa, naturally. This might have been my parents’ last trip to the islands before we leave so it was extra sad to say goodbye to them. I loved having them here, and so did Stella and James. The week after, though, I was just sad to be living so far away from family. *I’m finally catching up! I toyed with not posting anything from the past six months, but this blog is really for me and my family and I want those memories out there.
James turned nine months old a few weeks ago and he is crazy. Non-stop all the time it seems. He is 18 pounds 15 ounces and 18 1/2″ long. It’s not a lot of growth from his 6-month check up, but still has him in the 50th percentile for height. All the moving has really thinned him out. He has seven teeth now that he uses to bite everything that comes into his mouth, which sometimes includes my fingers because I am constantly having to pull random objects out – grass, dirt, pieces of food from the meal he ate an hour prior. He loves food but is still having trouble keeping it in his mouth. It doesn’t matter what you have, he wants to try it, and will quickly make his way to try and steal it. Stella’s learned quickly where she can sit so he can’t reach her food! He hasn’t mastered the pincer grasp yet, just shoveling whatever food he can sweep into his hands into his mouth. Naturally, he’s a mess when he eats (I thought about changing him into a clean white onesie for his photos but this is more true to daily life) and after every berry someone will ask “What happened to his face?” because he looks like he’s got road rash. Tsunami has become accustomed to cleaning up after him and probably at her peak awfulness when mealtimes roll around. It doesn’t help that James, hands covered in food, will lean over the high chair to look for her. Tsunami happily cleans up those messy hands and thinks that she’s being fed. Not he doesn’t have his share of bumps and bruises. This kid is crazy. While Wes was vacuuming, James was crawling around. Neither of us had eyes on him for a few seconds and suddenly he was crying. He bumped his lip pretty hard and there was a lot of blood. He might have been trying to stand up, or he might have just taken a header to the ground while crawling, as he sometimes does. He stands up in the bathtub and gets so excited that he falls down and I basically have a dozen heart attacks a day with this kids. He has taken a few unassisted steps here and there, but after two or three he gets so excited that he starts wiggling and giggling and falls on his butt, at which point he gets frustrated and cries because crawling is for babies and he is so clearly not a baby! He crawled up the stairs for the first time when Uncle Porter was here and now every time the gate is opened, he crawls as quickly as possible to try to get upstairs. If he could walk circles downstairs (with the help of mom or dad’s hands, that is), he would do that all day. Sometimes before bath time we chase Stella around and they both lose their minds over it. I’m looking forward to letting them entertain themselves. He is still a mostly-horrible (for me, that is) sleeper. It seems like we get into a groove and then he gets a tooth or a cold and everything goes back to square one. Naps are going well, but nighttime is always a guessing game on whether or not he’ll sleep all night. He loves his sister and his dad and the dog and, of course, me. He likes to rest his head on Tsunami’s butt and just lay there and every time he does it I smile because he rarely stops moving. Stella likes to try to make him laugh and some things that I think she maybe shouldn’t do are the things that get him laughing the most, like grabbing him while he’s sitting next to the dog bed and rolling backwards on to it. They both laugh and he struggles to get up so I have to remind Stella to let James go and then we repeat. In the car she echoes what he says and that makes him laugh. While my brother was here I took advantage of being able to run into the post office without kids and while they were waiting in the car James started to cry. My brother said that Stella kept repeating, “It’s okay, buddy. Mama will be right back.” I know that they’ll go through a period of hating each other, but right now they love being around each other and I that makes me happy. James loves to be outside and is often at either the front or back door, just looking out. We set up some water areas and sun shades in the backyard and have been spending some time out there. Naturally, he plays in Tsunami’s water bowl and tries to pick up the dead leaves from the patio. He is so incredibly happy and friendly, just like Stella was. Unlike Stella, though, he’s got some separation anxiety. He will smile at pretty much everybody, but when I leave him alone he has a minor meltdown. He will calm down, but when I come back in his field of vision he starts crying because he realizes he could be with me but isn’t. It’s simultaneously awesome and annoying to be loved so much.
He has his dad’s crazy hair and his blue eyes and my ability to tan easily and I wouldn’t change one thing about him. Well, okay, I’d make him a better sleeper.
James is eight months old. He is still incredibly happy and I love his smile when he sees me, or Wes, or Stella. He’s been waking up before Stella these days, so I will open her door and he comes crawling in and both of them are so excited to see the other one. Stella stays in her crib to “play with him” while he pulls himself up on the bars and for a minute I can just relax because I don’t have to worry about her pulling him into a bear hug that rolls them both backwards.
He now has five teeth and is using them to bite down on everything, including but not limited to: me, Wes, the dog. And they are sharp! He loves to use them to bite into things and is interested in all food that he can find, but he hasn’t quite figured out that he doesn’t need all the pieces in his mouth at once, so I spend a lot of time digging food out of his mouth. I had forgotten how stressful this phase is, and find myself worrying about how much milk he’s getting and what types of food he should be eating and how often and if he’s going to choke on something that I give him.
He is crawling all over the place and recently found Tsunami’s water and food bowl, so I spend a lot of time intercepting him before he can chew on a fistful of dog food.He has figured out that the dog door is a path to the outside world, but he hasn’t quite figured out how it works so he regularly gets his arm caught in there. He also thinks that the toilet is a fun water table so I have to remind myself to close the door. He’s pulling himself up on everything and walking around the coffee table and couch. He’s even stood on his own for a few minutes before toppling over when he leans to reach something. I know that I’ll probably regret this as soon as he takes his first steps, but I’m actually looking forward to him walking.
His eyes are still bright blue and he is looking like Wes more and more. His hair is growing exactly like Wes’ does and lately I’ve been looking at James and thinking, You need a hair cut! Speaking of hair, he loves to pull it. I make sure to keep my hair up when he’s around because he has some grip! Stella, however, doesn’t like to wear hers up so I’m constantly pulling his little fists off of her hair before she has too much of a breakdown.
We started swim lessons this month, which he mostly hates at this point, but with as much time as we spend around the water, it’s a must. The first time we took him to the kiddie pool, he just started crawling in, no matter that it kept getting deeper and deeper! He’s randomly sleeping through the night and when I wake up after a full night’s sleep I feel like I’ve won the lottery and spend the entire day trying to recreate the previous day so that he’ll sleep through the night. I know that once a night for this age isn’t horrible, but it’s still rough to have your sleep broken up like that. Stella definitely spoiled us for sleeping kids. I remember a friend telling me that her son was still waking up to nurse at 4am every day when he was about James’ age and I thought to myself Oh, hell no. I still think that every time I hear his cry in the middle of the night, but also enjoy that uninterrupted time with him. He is full of mischief and smiles and every day he adds more and more to our family.