More on one year. With stats and mad skillz. And okay, some gushing too.

March 19, 2009 at 2:07 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 5 Comments

Goodness, this week things have been coming fast and furious. I can’t believe it’s Thursday already – can’t catch my breath!

Baby O had his one year wellbaby appointment today.

His stats:

Weight – 18lbs, 13oz (5th percentile)

Height – 29.5 inches (50th percentile)

So apparently J is right when he calls Baby O his “stringbean.” The doctor didn’t seem worried about the drop in percentiles in weight, given that Baby O continues to be a voracious eater and has been actively crawling and pulling up the past couple of weeks.

His shots went about as well as expected, he cried and cried and clung to me and his blanket when he was done.

But I’ll tell you. My parents are in town this week to visit him, and have been taking care of him during the day while I’m at work.

And really, this week has been HUGE for milestones/skillz for Baby O.

In the past week, Baby O has:

1. Learned how to climb our stairs. Next up is figuring out what sort of gate we’re going to have to get, given that the newel post doesn’t start until the SECOND stair.

Which, as you can imagine, is a disaster waiting to happen. Baby O climbs the first stair, pulls up on the gate, and then goes to sit down and crawl away, not realizing he’s on a STAIR, not the floor. Boom, baby bump head. Bad things happen.

2. Has two new words: Baby and Night-night. Which come out sounding like “bee-bee” and “nai-nai,” and could quite possibly be the CUTEST thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

3. Has been so active in crawling and exploring our house during the day that by 6pm he’s exhausted and ready for bed.

4. Has also discovered a whole new world of food. He now likes strawberries, chicken, asparagus, kiwi, madarin oranges, and milk.

In fact, we ran out of formula TODAY. No more formula for us – only cow’s milk. (Yes, we’ve been transitioning him for the past couple of weeks; started with 3/4 formula 1/4 milk and this week have been going 1/4 formula, 3/4 milk bottles.) Which, I confess, made me a little sad. My little baby is a big kid now and can drink big kid milk.

5. Has discovered the value of a good temper tantrum, particularly when we are trying to change his diaper and he’s not happy about it. The good news is that, so far, he just cries and kicks at us, but doesn’t really FIGHT us.

(Yet.)

6. Had his first girl scout cookie. Shortbread. I cannot tell you how much he LOVED that thing. And afterwards, he zoomed around the living room, chattering away. So um. Yeah. We’ll limit the girl scout cookies with the sugar for “special occasions.”

Like whenever grandma and grandpa are there, I suppose.
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Every day it seems like he picks something new up. He waves at his grandpa. He waves at his grandma. He waves at the cat. (In fact, he waved IN HIS SLEEP the other night, he’s been waving so much.) He claps. He shrieks with happiness when he’s cruising. He has been walking the length of the couch. He will pull up on ANYTHING he possibly can in order to stand.

And man, is he FAST with the crawling. Gone are the days of the army crawl, the slow, deliberate pace. Now if he sees something, he’s there in a heartbeat.

And he tests us. He knows he’s not allowed to play around the big potted plant in the dining room. So he’lll crawl towards it and look over at us to see if we tell him no. And even if we DO tell him no, he smiles all cute, like “who me? I’m not going to touch that plant!” and will continue towards the plant. We have to pick him up and take him away.

My one year old son. Unfreakingbelievable.

There are some mornings where I can barely wrap my head around the fact that I am a mom at all, much less a mom to a one year old.

He’s amazing, and wonderful, and everything I ever hoped for. And more. I never knew I could love like this. And I know it’s only going to get bigger as time goes on.