Hey guys! It's been a long time since I've updated anything, but we had quite a lot going on with the move. We are now pretty much settled into desert living and just waiting for fall and cooler (we hope) days.
Jackson had his first birthday party about a week and a half ago at Mike and Janet's house, and it was wonderful! Jackson had a great time, and I even loosened up a little and let him have cake. (I made gramma pruitt's famous chocolate cake for him. It seemed appropriate!) He started taking steps here and there about a month before his birthday, but had it down pretty solidly by his party. He started running today...more on that later. He's got EIGHT teeth. That seems like more than any small child should have. It gives Jackson way too much power to inflict pain, in my opinion. Plus he doesn't have the cognitive skills to understand his power! His 1 year dentist appointment went great. They commended us for not using a pacifier...which we do. lol. I guess he doesn't really have it often at all, though. He also had his one year dr. appointment recently. They said he checked out great, although he did have to get five shots and have his blood drawn! His blood draw was to check for dairy sensitivities and coconut allergy. He was negative for both!!! Hallelujah! Milk here we come! I don't know if it's because of my own milk addiction, but I'm so thrilled to start giving it to him!
So...today was the day it all changed. There have been a few of these days since I became pregnant with Jackson. Of course the day he was born was one, another when he started crawling and motating on his own. Today is the day he became his own self. He became a toddler. He became so many things. And I swear, it happened over night! Yesterday night at dinner he signed "more" several times, which was strange and awesome. To see your "baby" communicate with you calmly and rationally is amazing. That was the beginning of the turn, I think. This morning he signed more several more times, and I decided to finally take him out to his new sandbox...
I set him in the sand barefoot. He scrunched his nose up, lifted one foot, then the other. He stuck his pointer finger into the sand, swirled it around, pulled it back out, and looked at me. I thought, "ok...he's just not old enough yet. We'll try again in a few weeks." and we came inside. He started screaming BLOODY MURDER and standing at the door. Ooooook then. I put shoes on him, so he could stand on the patio outside the box (since the sand was so offensive) and back out we went. He proceeded to play in the sand box, eventually crawling inside it and effectually getting sand into every crack and crevice, for thirty minutes. He then crawled out and took off running down our sidewalk. Ummm...what?! Since when do you go places alone? Without me? Without even worrying about where I am?! I let him run around outside for the next several minutes: pulling grass out of the ground, throwing dirt in the air and getting his butt covered in stickers. He got scratches on his knees. Ugh. A boy!
We then went to a spouses coffee gathering thing on base. The group moved outside because of the size, and Jackson went ballistic trying to get out of my arms and DOWN. Soooo I let him down. He proceeded to run (again...really?) across the pavilion and start playing with the rocks. Then he started eating the rocks. And the leaves. Ugh. BOY! When I went over and picked him up and started carrying him back to where we'd started, he again went ballistic. When we got home and I set him down, he went back to his room and started playing. Alone. Without me. He usually whines and cries at my feet until I do something....anything...WITH him. Now he's in his crib, asserting his independence by refusing to take the nap he has taken without a fuss for months. He's screaming. Not crying because he's sad and lonely, this is like "if I could pierce your heart with my anger at you for leaving me here by way of my cries I would" kind of cries. He's pissed. And he's effectually cussing at me in baby language. Great. lol.
Overall, I'm beyond excited for this new stage. He's becoming a person, a child. Not a baby. He can learn new and fun things from me. We can go to the park and run. He can play with other little kids. This new season is full of fun possibilities. But still, when he comes running back into the room, smiles at me, and runs back out to go play alone, I am amazed. He's a big kid now!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
An Apple's an Apple....right?
Hi guys! I know I haven't updated in a while on life here at the house with Jackson, but things are going wonderfully!
If you would've asked me how things were going a week ago, I would've had a much different answer, but Jack has slept through the night (9+ hours) for the past three nights!!!! I've got an almost ritualistic set of things I do before he goes to bed based on the first night he slept well. lol. I was thinking that I'd try some deviations after he'd slept through three nights, but now that it's here, I think I'll wait a while longer! I just can't risk losing this precious gem of sleep!
Jackson is eating solid foods twice a day, and we'll probably increase to three times here in the next few weeks. I'm also going to be trying my hand at making him some meats like chicken and beef. Speaking of food...this title was talking about apples. I've had a tendency towards healthier foods most of my adult life, and recently watched Food Inc. with Jordan. It really changed both of our perspectives on food. It didn't cause us to say, "Oh, surely we must now eat only organic foods." That's what I liked about the documentary, it didn't try to force you from one brainwashed concept to another, it just said, "hey, maybe you should think about where the things you put in your mouth come from and what happened to them before you bit into it." Good point, I say.
We got Jackson a mesh feeder a month or so ago, which he LOVES. You just put any whole piece of fruit, veggie, food in it, and he's able to suck on it and get tiny particles out that won't choke him. Well, before watching Food Inc. I'd been giving him apples. Starting several years ago I wondered, hmm, what's on the outside of an apple. It's sort of waxy or something. When you're just taking care of yourself, it's a little easier to say, "Ah well. Tastes fine, and I haven't died from eating it yet so I'm sure it is fine." But then something changes when you hand the same apple to you fragile (it seems) little baby. You think, "wait a minute. How sure was I that this was ok?" While I might've been ok with eating something I wasn't quite positive about, it's a little harder to give my goofy, grinning little son a piece of something I'm not quite positive about.
SO I bought a bag of organic apples at the commissary our last trip. It actually only worked out to about 10 cents more an apple! And oh. my. goodness. they tasted really yummy! I bit into it with an open mind, reminding myself not to TRY to taste a difference. But I really could. And Jordan could, too. He's my tester. lol. I know he's not trying to think something "hippy" like an organic apple is actually better than a normal person apple. The apple was also a lot juicier. And it was more of a yellow color on the inside. And it browned faster after I cut it. And it wasn't such a vibrant color. All of those things made me wonder...why do the regular apples I buy (of the same varient: gala) behave so differently than these. Obviously nothing was added to these organic ones to make them be different, because the USDA won't let a grower do that. So, logic tells me that something must've been added to the other apples to make them different from the organic ones. And I'm not sure what that was. So I don't think I want to eat it....and I'm sure I don't want Jack to eat it.
Ok. I'm off my soap box. I'm just saying...for me, maybe an apple's not an apple.
(P.S. I also wanted to say that we tried grass fed ground beef last night. As I was eating it, again with an open mind, I thought, "Hm. This does taste different. What is it? Hmm....I guess it tastes like meat." I realize that is a strange thing to think. I thought it was strange, too. I also found it strange that I would not expect ground beef to taste like meat....)
If you would've asked me how things were going a week ago, I would've had a much different answer, but Jack has slept through the night (9+ hours) for the past three nights!!!! I've got an almost ritualistic set of things I do before he goes to bed based on the first night he slept well. lol. I was thinking that I'd try some deviations after he'd slept through three nights, but now that it's here, I think I'll wait a while longer! I just can't risk losing this precious gem of sleep!
Jackson is eating solid foods twice a day, and we'll probably increase to three times here in the next few weeks. I'm also going to be trying my hand at making him some meats like chicken and beef. Speaking of food...this title was talking about apples. I've had a tendency towards healthier foods most of my adult life, and recently watched Food Inc. with Jordan. It really changed both of our perspectives on food. It didn't cause us to say, "Oh, surely we must now eat only organic foods." That's what I liked about the documentary, it didn't try to force you from one brainwashed concept to another, it just said, "hey, maybe you should think about where the things you put in your mouth come from and what happened to them before you bit into it." Good point, I say.
We got Jackson a mesh feeder a month or so ago, which he LOVES. You just put any whole piece of fruit, veggie, food in it, and he's able to suck on it and get tiny particles out that won't choke him. Well, before watching Food Inc. I'd been giving him apples. Starting several years ago I wondered, hmm, what's on the outside of an apple. It's sort of waxy or something. When you're just taking care of yourself, it's a little easier to say, "Ah well. Tastes fine, and I haven't died from eating it yet so I'm sure it is fine." But then something changes when you hand the same apple to you fragile (it seems) little baby. You think, "wait a minute. How sure was I that this was ok?" While I might've been ok with eating something I wasn't quite positive about, it's a little harder to give my goofy, grinning little son a piece of something I'm not quite positive about.
SO I bought a bag of organic apples at the commissary our last trip. It actually only worked out to about 10 cents more an apple! And oh. my. goodness. they tasted really yummy! I bit into it with an open mind, reminding myself not to TRY to taste a difference. But I really could. And Jordan could, too. He's my tester. lol. I know he's not trying to think something "hippy" like an organic apple is actually better than a normal person apple. The apple was also a lot juicier. And it was more of a yellow color on the inside. And it browned faster after I cut it. And it wasn't such a vibrant color. All of those things made me wonder...why do the regular apples I buy (of the same varient: gala) behave so differently than these. Obviously nothing was added to these organic ones to make them be different, because the USDA won't let a grower do that. So, logic tells me that something must've been added to the other apples to make them different from the organic ones. And I'm not sure what that was. So I don't think I want to eat it....and I'm sure I don't want Jack to eat it.
Ok. I'm off my soap box. I'm just saying...for me, maybe an apple's not an apple.
(P.S. I also wanted to say that we tried grass fed ground beef last night. As I was eating it, again with an open mind, I thought, "Hm. This does taste different. What is it? Hmm....I guess it tastes like meat." I realize that is a strange thing to think. I thought it was strange, too. I also found it strange that I would not expect ground beef to taste like meat....)
Friday, January 7, 2011
A little piece of heaven
So no pun intended (ok maybe it was. Corny, I know.) since I'm talking about time I spent at church, but OH MY GOSH it was wonderful! Let me start off by saying that the ladies who work in the childcare for Bloom (similar to MOPs, but just my church's smaller version) are the most generous and wonderful women! I don't know if they realize what a gift it is to be able to spend time with other moms without our kids! The women in Jack's room were so wonderful and I immediately felt comfortable.
I spent the next two hours just talking with moms of kids around Jack's age, praying together and laughing together. It was marvelous! When I went back to pick Jack up he was smiling as I came around the corner and appeared to be quite happy. (I'll admit I was listening for his scream most of the two hours he was in there, but never heard it!) The ladies said he'd done well and only cried a little when they tried to lay him down to sleep. I'm glad I'm not the only one who gets that after rocking that crazy baby forever! lol
Jackson slept for almost eight hours straight last night, I got two hours of "chill" time and then he took a good nap when we got home while I worked out. What a total blessing of a day. Thank you God!
I spent the next two hours just talking with moms of kids around Jack's age, praying together and laughing together. It was marvelous! When I went back to pick Jack up he was smiling as I came around the corner and appeared to be quite happy. (I'll admit I was listening for his scream most of the two hours he was in there, but never heard it!) The ladies said he'd done well and only cried a little when they tried to lay him down to sleep. I'm glad I'm not the only one who gets that after rocking that crazy baby forever! lol
Jackson slept for almost eight hours straight last night, I got two hours of "chill" time and then he took a good nap when we got home while I worked out. What a total blessing of a day. Thank you God!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
A big first for mom...
Have you ever been anxious the night before a job interview or before a big trip? I feel sort of that way today. Before I say why, you have to promise not to judge. I'm going to a mom's group at church tomorrow morning and I'm putting Jackson in the childcare provided!!! We've gone to this church for several years now so I feel comfortable with the people working in the nursery and everything, but AH!
I've played out several scenarios in my head of how this might go. Jack could sleep the whole time. (If he does this, he will be grounded, because he needs to save that stuff for night time. Or at least when I'm home with him.) He could also smile and giggle and act goofy like he sometimes does when we're out. This inevitably causes everyone around us to say something like, "Oh he's so sweet and calm! You're so lucky!" To which I just smile and say thank you, but inwardly think, "Um...yea RIGHT! He's just charming you random people so he's got plenty of scream saved up for when we get home." Lastly, and what I fear (probably irrationally) is most possible, he will cry and scream most of the time. Jackson has recently developed a little bit of stranger danger. My mom, aunt and cousin recently had a chance to see him for a few minutes and he stuck that lip out so far he would've tripped on it if he were walking. (That comment is loosely based on a joke Jordan always says to me and Jackson....Tuck that lip in, soldier, you're going to get it caught on a trip wire!) Anywho. I'm nervous. I feel like I need to pack everything the child owns into a bag. And maybe a picture of me for when he gets lonely....lol. Ok I'm not that bad.
I am VERY much looking forward to spending some time with some other Christian moms, though. And I can't really imagine not having Jackson on my hip struggling and writhing and pulling my hair. So it will be a wonderful experience for us both. I've decided! :)
Oh and P.S. -- Jackson has a big ol' front tooth poking through now! Once it gets tall enough I'll take a picture so everyone can see. At this point I'd have to pry his mouth open with one hand and take the picture with the other hand and goodness knows that would never work!
I've played out several scenarios in my head of how this might go. Jack could sleep the whole time. (If he does this, he will be grounded, because he needs to save that stuff for night time. Or at least when I'm home with him.) He could also smile and giggle and act goofy like he sometimes does when we're out. This inevitably causes everyone around us to say something like, "Oh he's so sweet and calm! You're so lucky!" To which I just smile and say thank you, but inwardly think, "Um...yea RIGHT! He's just charming you random people so he's got plenty of scream saved up for when we get home." Lastly, and what I fear (probably irrationally) is most possible, he will cry and scream most of the time. Jackson has recently developed a little bit of stranger danger. My mom, aunt and cousin recently had a chance to see him for a few minutes and he stuck that lip out so far he would've tripped on it if he were walking. (That comment is loosely based on a joke Jordan always says to me and Jackson....Tuck that lip in, soldier, you're going to get it caught on a trip wire!) Anywho. I'm nervous. I feel like I need to pack everything the child owns into a bag. And maybe a picture of me for when he gets lonely....lol. Ok I'm not that bad.
I am VERY much looking forward to spending some time with some other Christian moms, though. And I can't really imagine not having Jackson on my hip struggling and writhing and pulling my hair. So it will be a wonderful experience for us both. I've decided! :)
Oh and P.S. -- Jackson has a big ol' front tooth poking through now! Once it gets tall enough I'll take a picture so everyone can see. At this point I'd have to pry his mouth open with one hand and take the picture with the other hand and goodness knows that would never work!
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