This is Bam cracking under the pressure of being my son. He likes to sit and pretend to read...he talks to his stuffed Curious George Monkey and looks at me while chattering away. :)
7 months
5 days ago
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Go Ga Ga
We have been really encouraging Bam to talk lately. Holding things and encouraging a "Please" and "thankyou" response, saying the names of everything he points to, even including spanish words into some of the sentances and discussions I have with him...Last night I got a little scared.
I've heard that sometimes if parents put pressure on their kids to talk they revert back to baby talk. It's not a big deal except that it means the parents are pushing their child too hard. Yesterday in one of our discussions, Bam started to say "Go Ga Ga" Um...it sounded a little to close to goo goo ga ga and I thought "aw crap I've pushed him too hard." and of course in my overly dramatic fashion my mind wandered to him as a student, and worse a teenager who was pushed to excel by his parents and instead he rebels and becomes a member of a biker gang and smokes and all. I know I know Im dramatic, my poor husband.
Anyway...this morning it was the same thing while I was changing his diaper and getting him dressed for b'fast and he was saying it again "Go Ga Ga". I started to worry again. Have I made my 1 year old crack under the pressure of being pushed to talk and not only am I pushing him to speak one language but two...
Well my fears were put to rest once I sat him down for b'fast. I put on his favorite Yo Gabba Gabba DVD and he got so excited he was nearly jumping out of his chair saying "GO GAGA, GO GAGA!!"
OH thank GOD he just really wants his DVD. Thank goodness my child hasn't had a mental breakdown at the tender age of 1. Wait should I be worried that he is already fiending for TV is he watching too much? Ok Im going to stop before I scare myself :D
I've heard that sometimes if parents put pressure on their kids to talk they revert back to baby talk. It's not a big deal except that it means the parents are pushing their child too hard. Yesterday in one of our discussions, Bam started to say "Go Ga Ga" Um...it sounded a little to close to goo goo ga ga and I thought "aw crap I've pushed him too hard." and of course in my overly dramatic fashion my mind wandered to him as a student, and worse a teenager who was pushed to excel by his parents and instead he rebels and becomes a member of a biker gang and smokes and all. I know I know Im dramatic, my poor husband.
Anyway...this morning it was the same thing while I was changing his diaper and getting him dressed for b'fast and he was saying it again "Go Ga Ga". I started to worry again. Have I made my 1 year old crack under the pressure of being pushed to talk and not only am I pushing him to speak one language but two...
Well my fears were put to rest once I sat him down for b'fast. I put on his favorite Yo Gabba Gabba DVD and he got so excited he was nearly jumping out of his chair saying "GO GAGA, GO GAGA!!"
OH thank GOD he just really wants his DVD. Thank goodness my child hasn't had a mental breakdown at the tender age of 1. Wait should I be worried that he is already fiending for TV is he watching too much? Ok Im going to stop before I scare myself :D
Thursday, September 24, 2009
How's this for logic?
I told Lucas last night that he couldn't grow anymore till after Halloween or his costume wouldn't fit...last night I am plating up chicken and veggies for dinner when he comes in to see what we are having. He quickly told me that he can't eat chicken and veggies because they would make him grow and I told him he couldn't. ...Thats our lawyer.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
That's my boy
How is this for priorities...Bam is eating lunch today, his new favorite Mac and Cheese, when he has an explosive diaper. Without batting an eye he continues to eat. He only cried when I took the food away to change him.
He is starting to be a picky eater. He only wants to eat hot dogs, anything dairy, and fruit. I can't get him to eat any veggies so far. He just spits them out. Tried peas, carrots, some cooked broccoli...so far all he wants is meat, dairy and fruit. I hope this phase doesn't last.
He is starting to be a picky eater. He only wants to eat hot dogs, anything dairy, and fruit. I can't get him to eat any veggies so far. He just spits them out. Tried peas, carrots, some cooked broccoli...so far all he wants is meat, dairy and fruit. I hope this phase doesn't last.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Bam's first word..
Ever since Bam has been making noises Jason and I have been waiting for his first word. He says Dada, and Nana indiscriminately. Today he said "brother". I was taking Lucas out of the room to go potty and Bam pointed at Lucas and said "broba" as we walked out. It was awesome...It made Jason tear up a little. I love those moments. Lucas got so excited at it. He kept trying to get him to say it again and again throughout the day. In fact he did say it again, a couple of times whenever Lucas would play peek a boo behind the couch.
I love watching Bam and Lucas together. They love each other so much. I hope that this is something that continues. I may not have always gotten along with my sisters every waking moment of my life...but I appreciate them now that we are older.
Lucas has also discovered how fun it is being a kid. He hasn't been listening...wait...take that back. He hears people telling him not to do things (ie "don't spray the class with water", "don't kick your friend", "no running") he just chooses not to obey them. So he does whatever he wanted to do anyway....this means someone ends up wet, hurt, or running after him. When we ask him why he did it his response is always the same, because it looked fun. Today his answer changed a little bit. " I didn't listen to Uncle Josh because I am a kid."
Well there is our little logical lawyer. You can't blame him for finding the one thing you can't fault him for. His behavior has it's ups and downs. Here's hoping for more ups than downs.
I love watching Bam and Lucas together. They love each other so much. I hope that this is something that continues. I may not have always gotten along with my sisters every waking moment of my life...but I appreciate them now that we are older.
Lucas has also discovered how fun it is being a kid. He hasn't been listening...wait...take that back. He hears people telling him not to do things (ie "don't spray the class with water", "don't kick your friend", "no running") he just chooses not to obey them. So he does whatever he wanted to do anyway....this means someone ends up wet, hurt, or running after him. When we ask him why he did it his response is always the same, because it looked fun. Today his answer changed a little bit. " I didn't listen to Uncle Josh because I am a kid."
Well there is our little logical lawyer. You can't blame him for finding the one thing you can't fault him for. His behavior has it's ups and downs. Here's hoping for more ups than downs.
Friday, July 31, 2009
"Your son is a little...Um...top heavy."
I know I haven't blogged in a while...It has been a hectic couple of weeks. So forgive me if this is really long. :D
First of all, we solved the whole "crawling out of the crib" problem...he now sleeps in his playpen...which he hated at first but Bam has slowly gotten used to it. It only took a couple of weeks. He now goes to sleep without the whole crying for hours drama.
Secondly, and most importantly, Bam turned 1...It was a nice party at home. Bam had a cute cake that was way overpriced that I got emotionally suckered into by the saleslady (good job bakery saleslady, good job). I went to SAMS first because they are inexpensive and taste awesome. They didn't have what I was looking for. I wanted something that matched the invites but incorporated the luau decorations that somehow made complete sense when I bought them. The only cake that might work was called "Fun in the Sun". It was apperently so popular that they didn't have anymore of the decorations left for it. He had ordered more but wasn't sure if they would be in soon or not. "Why don't you place the order and call us Friday before the party. If they aren't in then we can work something else out."
Um....WHAT? the day before the party of 50 people you want me to call and see if my cake is going to be available or not?
So I left feeling really upset that the cake wasn't going to come out right and therefore the entire party would be ruined, scaring my son for life and making this the childhood memory that set the presidence for the rest of his life. (Bam is super dramatic that way. I don't know where he gets it) I went to The Cake Shop that looked like it had just opened. I thought I'll just look how much could a cake be. Well...now I know. I went and looked through their book, and still not finding exactly what I wanted. The woman said "Oh, well if you have a copy of the invite we could copy it or we could make it match that." And it was gorgeous BUT I was emotionally suckered into spending my entire decoration budget. I felt so stupid. Lesson learned and never again will I do that. If it is too much then it is too much. Because Bam had a blast anyway. Although he didn't want to get all messy with the cupcake I bought. he just poked it and scowled at it. He was passed around to everyone at the party. He is tall and lean and strong. He ended up taking a couple of steps without any assistance. He and his cousin Wade were hugging and when Wade was done, he turned and took off. Bam then took a couple of steps after him as if he was going to chase him. Then fell to the floor. My mother and I looked at each other and I started to cry. It was wonderful. The party was a blast even though there were people everywhere.
Now to his checkup. Dr Gibbs is an awesoem doctor. He is one of those you can call at 2am and he will help you till the morning. Then works you in even if that means that he has to stay later or come in earlier. I love it. Plus he is a Trinity U fan which helps in this family. :D Anyway...Bam is 29 inches long, weighs 20.5 lbs, and has a big head. Dr Gibbs and I were talking about how adn what to feed Bam, and discussing the changes that Bam was going to go through.
"Well Dr. What about putting him into a forward facing seat? Is he big enough?"
"Christina normally they recommend that your child be at least 20lbs and 1 year. Bishop meets those requirements but I think it would be best to put it off for at least 3 months. "
I looked at him puzzled. "Why? Is there something wrong?"
"Bishop is a bit...top heavy. He has a big head. It isn't abnormally big, or something I would be too concerned about. It's just that if you stop suddenly, with a large majority of his body weight in his head, he could get wiplash easily. So I would feel better if we waited a couple of months. Lets give him whole milk for fat, and he can eat everything ya'll are eating and see if that fattens him up a bit."
You know I have never thought of Bam as having a big head, I just thought he had a skinny body. Now when I see him I just see is huge melon. :)
First of all, we solved the whole "crawling out of the crib" problem...he now sleeps in his playpen...which he hated at first but Bam has slowly gotten used to it. It only took a couple of weeks. He now goes to sleep without the whole crying for hours drama.
Secondly, and most importantly, Bam turned 1...It was a nice party at home. Bam had a cute cake that was way overpriced that I got emotionally suckered into by the saleslady (good job bakery saleslady, good job). I went to SAMS first because they are inexpensive and taste awesome. They didn't have what I was looking for. I wanted something that matched the invites but incorporated the luau decorations that somehow made complete sense when I bought them. The only cake that might work was called "Fun in the Sun". It was apperently so popular that they didn't have anymore of the decorations left for it. He had ordered more but wasn't sure if they would be in soon or not. "Why don't you place the order and call us Friday before the party. If they aren't in then we can work something else out."
Um....WHAT? the day before the party of 50 people you want me to call and see if my cake is going to be available or not?
So I left feeling really upset that the cake wasn't going to come out right and therefore the entire party would be ruined, scaring my son for life and making this the childhood memory that set the presidence for the rest of his life. (Bam is super dramatic that way. I don't know where he gets it) I went to The Cake Shop that looked like it had just opened. I thought I'll just look how much could a cake be. Well...now I know. I went and looked through their book, and still not finding exactly what I wanted. The woman said "Oh, well if you have a copy of the invite we could copy it or we could make it match that." And it was gorgeous BUT I was emotionally suckered into spending my entire decoration budget. I felt so stupid. Lesson learned and never again will I do that. If it is too much then it is too much. Because Bam had a blast anyway. Although he didn't want to get all messy with the cupcake I bought. he just poked it and scowled at it. He was passed around to everyone at the party. He is tall and lean and strong. He ended up taking a couple of steps without any assistance. He and his cousin Wade were hugging and when Wade was done, he turned and took off. Bam then took a couple of steps after him as if he was going to chase him. Then fell to the floor. My mother and I looked at each other and I started to cry. It was wonderful. The party was a blast even though there were people everywhere.
Now to his checkup. Dr Gibbs is an awesoem doctor. He is one of those you can call at 2am and he will help you till the morning. Then works you in even if that means that he has to stay later or come in earlier. I love it. Plus he is a Trinity U fan which helps in this family. :D Anyway...Bam is 29 inches long, weighs 20.5 lbs, and has a big head. Dr Gibbs and I were talking about how adn what to feed Bam, and discussing the changes that Bam was going to go through.
"Well Dr. What about putting him into a forward facing seat? Is he big enough?"
"Christina normally they recommend that your child be at least 20lbs and 1 year. Bishop meets those requirements but I think it would be best to put it off for at least 3 months. "
I looked at him puzzled. "Why? Is there something wrong?"
"Bishop is a bit...top heavy. He has a big head. It isn't abnormally big, or something I would be too concerned about. It's just that if you stop suddenly, with a large majority of his body weight in his head, he could get wiplash easily. So I would feel better if we waited a couple of months. Lets give him whole milk for fat, and he can eat everything ya'll are eating and see if that fattens him up a bit."
You know I have never thought of Bam as having a big head, I just thought he had a skinny body. Now when I see him I just see is huge melon. :)
Thursday, July 16, 2009
...and he sticks the landing.
Well I think that Bam Meridth is a good name for a gymnast don't you?
Let me explain...Saturday my niece Cassie came and babysat for us while we went out. She told my husband that Bam cried when she put him to bed and she almost went in but he stopped crying. So a couple of hours later she went in to check on him and he was asleep on the floor. This was weird to my husband and I because Bam has NEVER gotten out of his crib or attempted it to the best of our knowledge. Until today.
I put Bam in his crib as I do every morning for his nap. He usually cries but eventually settles down and falls asleep. This morning he cried and cried for about 30-45 min. I eventually decided to go and check on him, when I walked in my heart jumps into my throat when I heard him cry but couldn't find him. He wasn't in his crib. As I opened the door I could hear him, and found him behind our rocking recliner. I picked him up and calmed him down....how in the world did he get out of his crib. I called my husband so that he could share in my disbelief. The crib railing was still up and locked into position, there isn't anything that he could have used to make the drop to the floor easy. It worried me, and intrigued me. So I put him back down for his nap and closed the door to his room. Immediately he set to work.
While crying and screaming for me, he throws his stuffed animal onto the floor first, then he works his blanket out of the crib and into a nice cushy pile on the floor. This is where it gets scary. He jumps a little and hooks his ribcage onto the railing of the crib, simultaneously working his monkey toes up the slats higher and higher while bending his head over the rail. He then throws his legs up and over the bars, turning in air and landing on the comfy padding he lowered earlier bottom and lower back first...(I wish there was a way to put an emoticon right here. One that looks like it is about to puke with it's eyes bugging out.) It happened so fast I almost didn't believe what I saw....My 11month old is friggin scary....he has NO fear.
So if I don't blog as much as I used to please don't be upset...it is because I am busy trying to keep up with my daredevil 1 year old. I am thinking Olympic gymnast.
Let me explain...Saturday my niece Cassie came and babysat for us while we went out. She told my husband that Bam cried when she put him to bed and she almost went in but he stopped crying. So a couple of hours later she went in to check on him and he was asleep on the floor. This was weird to my husband and I because Bam has NEVER gotten out of his crib or attempted it to the best of our knowledge. Until today.
I put Bam in his crib as I do every morning for his nap. He usually cries but eventually settles down and falls asleep. This morning he cried and cried for about 30-45 min. I eventually decided to go and check on him, when I walked in my heart jumps into my throat when I heard him cry but couldn't find him. He wasn't in his crib. As I opened the door I could hear him, and found him behind our rocking recliner. I picked him up and calmed him down....how in the world did he get out of his crib. I called my husband so that he could share in my disbelief. The crib railing was still up and locked into position, there isn't anything that he could have used to make the drop to the floor easy. It worried me, and intrigued me. So I put him back down for his nap and closed the door to his room. Immediately he set to work.
While crying and screaming for me, he throws his stuffed animal onto the floor first, then he works his blanket out of the crib and into a nice cushy pile on the floor. This is where it gets scary. He jumps a little and hooks his ribcage onto the railing of the crib, simultaneously working his monkey toes up the slats higher and higher while bending his head over the rail. He then throws his legs up and over the bars, turning in air and landing on the comfy padding he lowered earlier bottom and lower back first...(I wish there was a way to put an emoticon right here. One that looks like it is about to puke with it's eyes bugging out.) It happened so fast I almost didn't believe what I saw....My 11month old is friggin scary....he has NO fear.
So if I don't blog as much as I used to please don't be upset...it is because I am busy trying to keep up with my daredevil 1 year old. I am thinking Olympic gymnast.
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