Waiting...

Here's a picture from New Year's Eve. We took it right at midnight. Ben's enthusiastic about it.

That was just a random picture because I can't post without at least one picture of something. I just can't.

I'm currently waiting on a few things. I'm waiting for some late Christmas presents to come in the mail (Chris and I used a gift card we got from amazon and ordered a new comforter, Elmo dvd for Ben, and Super Mario Kart for Nintendo Wii). I'm also waiting for a book I ordered for an Arkansas History class I have to take. I'll complain about that later. I'm also waiting for SNOW!! Everyone's making a HUGE deal about the potential winter weather we're going to have here in central Arkansas, which means that nothing will happen, but there's POTENTIAL. It's hilarious to come from Washington and then experience southerner's hysterics over the idea of driving in snow. Chaos. I'm not lying when I tell you that Walmart and Kroger are probably out of bread and milk. People see the little snowflake graphic on the evening weather forecast and lose their ever-loving minds. They think they're going to be trapped in their house without electricity for the rest of the winter. It was a big topic of conversation at work. We barely got any work done talking about if we'd be going to work tomorrow or not. So we'll see what happens. If Benton schools are cancelled, then I don't have to go to work!!




Okay, so let me complain about Pulaski Technical College. First of all, I needed to register, so I joined the 300 other people on the second floor and followed the directions on the sign. It said sign into the computer and wait for your name to appear on the screen. So I did. I got a prime real-estate seat right in front of the screen when one of the pleasant Pulaski Tech students couldn't wait for a cigarette break any longer and vacated his seat. I almost lost it to another girl, but stood my ground by throwing my purse over the back of the chair before she could take two steps. An hour and thirty minutes later (NOT an exaggeration, ask Brittany at my work who I texted the whole time ((I was texting her all of the interesting names that were popping up on the screen, such as Frenchelle and Lummie))), my name popped up on the screen. I went up to the desk and told the lady I needed to register for classes and she told me that I was supposed to do that downstairs. I told her that I had been waiting for an hour and a half and she said I'm sorry sweetie, but you'll still have to go downstairs. Saying I was mad was an understatement. I told her, as politely as I could muster ( It was past lunch time and I had to pee at this point) that there was not a single sign that said that registering happened downstairs. I just did what the signs told me on this level. So she said she'd make an announcement to the room, pretty much outing me and my inability to know what I was doing. I walked down the stairs as she was making the announcement and got in a line that would be just as long of a wait as what I just came from. About 30 other people followed right behind me as they were confused by the lack of signs as well. So I waited an hour and a half more in this line and learned all about the girl behind me and her pre-arranged marriage (she's from India originally), so it wasn't so bad since I had someone to talk to. I was then told that I needed to walk to the library and register on the computer, so I did. I got into the LAST online Arkansas history class that was offered, but my password wasn't working. Even the library tech guy couldn't figure out what was wrong. They still haven't solved the problem. I need to email him tonight. So I had left work at about 8:30am and got back to work to pick up Ben at 2:50pm. The only good thing was that, since this class is required for my teaching license, I can count the hours I spent there as hours at work, so I got paid.



Okay, on to more important things. Today Ben went and got his check-up. I thought that he was behind on his shots, but it turns out that I just didn't have the updated copy, so we kind of went for nothing, but I learned some stuff from the nurse that explains Ben's issues with food texture. Something about how a baby's tongue moves back and forth until they're about 6 months old, which is good for drinking from a bottle and slurping down pureed foods. Then around 7 or so months the tongue starts to move from side to side in order to sort out solid foods. Well, Ben sometimes throws up when he eats stage 3 baby foods, which often are pureed foods with chunks of stuff in it. So when Ben eats it, he doesn't know which way his tongue is supposed to move because it's got pureed foods and solid chunks, so he ends up gagging and throwing up. The doctor said it's best to just give him foods that are entirely one texture so he knows what to do with it. Now his stats....my big headed child has a 19" head circumference, which puts him in the 96th percentile. He's 30 1/4" tall, which puts him in the 82nd percentile. He weighs 21 lbs, which puts him in the 35th percentile. The doctor thinks that Ben's bout with RSV is why his weight is a little lower than it should be, but I'm just happy that he weighs over 20 pounds because that means, on his first birthday, WE GET TO TURN HIS CARSEAT AROUND!!!!!!!! Anyone with a baby who's rear-facing will understand why this is so exciting. A child has to weigh at least 20 pounds AND be at least 1 year old in order for their carseat to be forward facing. So yay!!!

5am Wake Up Call

Christmas Eve morning, at about 5am, I was in bed listening to our baby monitor. Ben seemed to be SO MUCH LOUDER than normal, so I played with the volume controls and realized that it was on the lowest setting. He was very happy and talking away about something VERY EXCITING in his bedroom. I decided to go take a look.

I slowly opened the door to his bedroom and saw this.

He was standing in his crib! He hasn't done this before, so I went and grabbed my camera and took some pictures to document this marvel. He was so PROUD of himself. The reason he was so much louder is because his head was so much closer to the monitor receiver. Ben has been a relatively bruise-free child thus far, but I'm sure this is going to change things. Anyway, I took a few pictures, then went back into our bedroom to wake up Chris and show him. I decided I wanted a video clip of it, so I went back into his room and took one, but it won't download! Don't you hate the sound of your own voice on video?

So after I shot a video, I went back into the bedroom and woke Chris up again and made him watch. He was a good husband and laughed appropriately instead of getting grumpy with me, which is good because I don't deal well with grumpy.

Here are a few pictures of Ben at school. He fell asleep with a ball in his crib and he got to see Santa at Civitan. He made the same face as he did with the other Santa he saw. Just stared. He looks so portly on Santa's lap. :)

Naked Baby!

Is bathtub one word? It doesn't look right no matter which way I type it, so I'm titling this thing Naked Baby instead of bathtub baby. Even though there's only two pictures, they deserve their own post. Ben LOVES baths. He prefers them to be hot, but obviously Chris and I are careful. We usually throw a few squirt bath toys in there so he has something to occupy himself. Ben does really well when you dump a cup of water over his head to rinse his hair. It'll pour over his face and he'll hold his breath, but he recovers quickly. No crying! We try to put wash clothes under his butt to prevent him from sliding around, but sometimes they escape and he's free to slide. I like Johnson's baby shampoo for his hair, but baby magic for his body wash. Ben couldn't care less. He gets a bath every night before bed. Chris usually gives it to him. It's a daddy-Ben thing. Diane said that Ben pooped a little in her bathtub the other day, but thank goodness we haven't seen that yet! Eww. It was bound to happen. And no, that's just a stained washcloth he's sitting on in the picture. Not poop! :)

Colorful Weekend

This weekend Chris and I decided to paint our bedroom. The previous owners left quite a mess on the bedroom walls. It looks like the walls had wallpaper, then the owners tried peeling it off and got tired halfway through and just painted over everything. You could see exactly where there was wallpaper because it would go from smooth to textured wall, to smooth again. You could even see the outline of the strips of wallpaper that were left on. After over a year of laying in bed and staring at the neutral colored texture mess, I decided we were going to do something about it. I asked Chris if, as a Christmas gift to me, we could paint the bedroom walls and take out the carpeting. The carpeting is a dark brown throwback to the 80's that I don't want to look at any more. There's hardwood underneath it, but I don't know what condition it's in. I guess we'll deal with that in a few weeks. One project at a time.

It took us a few weeks of working on peeling the wallpaper off the walls. We just worked on it whenever we had time. It was hard because the paper would leave behind a layer stuck to the wall and we'd have to use DIF to get it off. DIF is a wallpaper remover in a spray bottle. It took forever to peel all the tiny little slivers of wallpaper off, but we got most of it. Friday we started priming, and Saturday we finished priming the walls. Then Sunday we went to Walmart and got Kilz paint, which guarantees that you only have to paint one coat (they're right!). I picked out Josie blue, which dried a lot darker than I wanted it to, but it still looks much better than the other color, which was just a light tan (same color as our front porch...I think the previous owners actually used the same paint based on the peeling of our front porch). Here are some pictures of the process.

Primer up.

You can see there is a dark patch under the primer..that's tan paint that didn't have wallpaper under it. The places where it was just white with primer is where we had to peel wallpaper off. There were more places that we had to peel wallpaper off than not.

I wanted a steely blue..like a grayish blue I guess, but I like our color. It's very bright and doesn't really match the Christmas comforter on our bed, but I'm buying a bedroom set that will match the walls.

A few months ago Chris, Jamey, Troy, Ben, and I all attended Old Fashion Day, which is pretty much just a day that people go and set up booths around the courthouse in Benton, selling things they've made themselves. It's supposed to be handmade items, but I'm thinking the giant coloring book I bought for Ben wasn't handmade. It's great, though. What we're going to do is have our little family color a few pages each year around Christmas (the book is 'Twas the Night before Christmas). That way we can look back through the pages and see how old Ben was when he colored certain pages. I do something similar every time we go on an airplane somewhere. I have a sudoku puzzle book that I take with me and I make sure I complete at least one puzzle every time we go somewhere, then I date it and write our destination on it. I like to look back and see that the first time I wrote in the book was on a trip to Alaska when Chris and I were still in college, then our honeymoon, etc. Anyway, here are some pictures of Ben getting some major help coloring the first page of our Christmas coloring book.

I had paint on my sweatshirt from painting all weekend. We colored this on Sunday night.

Ben just sat on the page and let me move his hand. He only fought a little, when he was trying to eat the crayon and I wouldn't let him. He even drooled on this page so it's a little water damaged and crinkly in one spot. I traced his hand on the first page.

Yeah, it's a pretty big coloring book.

Here's a video of coloring. Chris did the thing where he takes pictures while he's recording, so it's really annoying.

December Catch-Up

I figured I needed to post one more time (at least) before the new year. I apologize about the lack of blogs, but it's too hard to post with as much stuff as I have going on. And next semester is going to be even worse because I have to take an Arkansas history class on top of another assessment class for grad school. It's going to be expensive, too.

Okay, lets play catchup....

Chris has a new job. He's currently in training for Blue Cross Blue Shield insurance. He's going to be a claims specialist. It's less pay than what he was making before, which will put us in a bind, but it also allows him to have a normal schedule in which he can spend the evenings and EVERY weekend with Ben and I. I LOVE having him at home more. Ben loves it, too. He was tired of his Rineco schedule.

Ben has been through a rough few months. Civitan is a great place, but the kids (as with all daycares) are sick this time of year and it's almost impossible to keep them from contaminating each other. About a month ago Ben had Roseola, and a week or so ago, we found out he had RSV. He had to go on antibiotics and an inhaler for the RSV, which I hate. He's going to have a cough that lasts for about 3 weeks as an after-effect (affect?). He's been in the BEST mood since he's feeling better now. He chatters constantly, talking to everyone and every thing that moves. Or doesn't move. He can say "bye bye" (in context!), mama, dada, baba, and hi. Diane says he says thank you, but I haven't heard that one yet. He still only has two bottom teeth, but they're big enough to see when he smiles now. And he smiles all the time. This weekend things just clicked with him. He started crawling on his knees and can go from belly to sitting with no problem at all. He's usually sitting in his crib when he wakes up from a nap, playing with his crib toys. We keep them stock piled since Ben is prone to waking up in the middle of the night. I will sometimes hear him over the baby monitor, playing with his toys and talking to his dinosaurs at 3am. He pulled himself up to standing using our coffee table today. That's the first time he's done that without help. We're in trouble, now. He managed to pull off papers and knock a candle holder down before I could get to him, and he was only about 4 feet away from me at the time, so...yeah. We're going to have a very bare coffee table here soon.

Alright, I just got back from an 'emergency' bottle spillage on Ben. The bottom of his bottle managed to open (Chris filled it up last...that's all I'm saying) and spilled all over Ben. We had to give him a bath. I think the smell of Johnson's baby shampoo is one of the most addictive smells ever. Ben loves his baths. Hates the getting diapered and dressed afterwards. He's only 10 months old, but he can throw a fit equivalent to a 2 year old in the peak of their terrible twos. He SCREAMS, kicks his legs, throws his head back to head butt, and swings his arms when he's in full brat mode. Things that cause this to happen? Walking past him with a bottle in your hands on your way to fill it up, getting him dressed, and changing his diaper when he wants to play instead. He must get that from Chris. I shouldn't make it seem like he's a brat all the time. 90% of the time he's a sweetheart.

My little 'angel' went and saw Santa yesterday. Ben has a thing about hats. He doesn't like them. Anyone who wears a hat around him gets sad faces and long stares in their direction. So Santa wasn't any different. It made for cute pictures, though!

Trouble Maker!

Now that Ben's getting a little more mobile and a lot more active, he's been getting into EVERYTHING. I know I've talked about this, but here are some pictures to back up my claims.

Ben turning his playmat sideways. He liked it better this way.

Ben helped himself to a book off the bookshelf. It's Lilly's Purple Plastic Purse by Kevin Henkes.

He pulled the cushion off his swing and walked around with it.

This morning he pulled his mobile down. Looked pretty happy about it, too.

My sweet baby. He'll probably be crawling around Christmas time. Between Ben and our cats, I don't think our Christmas tree will stand a chance.

My Little 7 Month Pumpkin

We've been so busy lately! Between work, grad school, and taking care of Ben, there's been no time to blog. Right now I'm avoiding work by writing this.

Almost a year ago (October 1st) we found out that Ben was a boy in my five month ultra sound. Everytime I think about it I get so happy. I can remember how excited I was and it makes me feel excited all over again. My baby's now almost 8 months old. It's crazy how fast it goes. He's FINALLLY got the little budding of a tooth on his bottom gum. I'm glad. He's been so fussy lately that I was starting to think it was just his personality. Whew! The last few days he has been in a very good mood. It makes it hard for me to be away from him because I know I'm missing him do something cute. He gives kisses to me all the time now. He grabs my face and pulls his toward me and gives me a big drooly open mouth kiss. It's more like he impacts my face with his lips, but still! It's definately done with intent. He's doing that with some of the teachers at school, too, but he needs to stop because I don't want to share!

He wears size 3 diapers now, drinks juice from a sippy cup (not the biggest fan of it, but we're working on it), wears 9 month clothes, size 4 shoe (a little big, but 3s would be too small in a week), feeds himself little gerber puffs, and laughs at a lot of random stuff. He also grabs at anything within reach, which means you'd better really have a good grip on him because he'll give no warning when he tries to grab for pictures on the wall or a person nearby. He just kind of throws his body in that direction while you're trying to hold him. His favorite thing in the world is being held in a standing position and holding his hands while he walks around the world. That's what he goes for. So putting him on his belly and trying to get him to figure out crawling is pretty much the opposite of his favorite thing, which is why he throws such a big fit about it. The physical therapist at work told me my son is stubborn, which is a good thing that we don't want to break, we just want to bend it a little. I told Chris that he must get that from him, along with his temper and constant talking. Anyway, the PT is now working with his teachers on way to get Ben to start crawling. Ben might be one of those kids that goes straight from sitting to walking. A lot of kids do that.

We're going to go to a new pumpkin patch this year. We're going next weekend and I'm really looking forward to it. It'll be Ben's first pumpkin patch. I hope the weather is good!

One funny thing that Chris did the other day...I asked him to buy vacuum seal bags so we can store all of Ben's clothes in them. Chris bought Bissel vacuum bags. First of all, we don't own a Bissel, and secondly, our vacuum is bagless. I love my husband.