Development Mountains

It’s wild watching how development goes. Fits and spurts, much like the way I do business these days. I feel like we have long plateaus followed by massive mountains.

The past week has been a massive mountain kind of week, for both boys.

Xander, as I’ve mentioned, is mobile. Still not hands and knees or even forward motion for that matter, but mobile all the same. With the same unique slide that Ewan used.

Oh, and he’s an eater too. He’s tried bananas, avocado, pumpkin and sweet potato. All mixed with copious amounts of mama milk. His favorites, by far, are the avocado and pumpkin. So very different from his fruitatarian big brother.

Ewan, on the other hand, has become a true helper. When he wants to, of course.

Tuesday nights are our nights alone, while Aaron is at grad school. It can be a long day. What’s more, it can be a long night, cleaning up the day’s detritus once the boys are in bed. No need to wait until after bedtime, as it turns out.

Ewan, singlehandedly, cleaned up nearly every toy in the place. After I turned it into a little game. It was GLORIOUS to come out to a picked up house when bedtime duty was done.

Oh, and he can help with the chopping too.

Equipped with his own knives, safe but still capable of cutting, he now helps with the dinnertime chopping.

Here are his peppers.

He chops all sorts of things – tomatoes, garlic, parsley, and he loves it. And, I love having him in there with me.

I think tomorrow we are going to wash windows. I’m pretty sure I can get him on board with that!

Mountains. They are awesome. But I’ve gotta say, the plateaus are nice too. It’s nice to slow down and drink in these two little ones. Cliche, I know, but they are growing up way.too.fast.

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This Moment

Inspired by Amanda over at Soulemama, I’ve chosen to spend Fridays taking the chance to record a single moment from the everyday around here. One moment that I just don’t want to forget.

Look at that! A babe, my wee one, sitting all on his own.

It’s not a perfect system just yet, bonks still happen, but nothing that a little nursing can’t fix. How great is that?

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Remember These

Shorts, that is? I sure do, they were some of my faves last summer.

And now, they’re back. My friends, this is a true milestone. Ewan is wearing the same article of clothing two.years.in.a.row. Wow!

This, of course, is only possible because Ewan is now wearing underpants!! As it turns out he lost a size or two since ditching the big hefty cloth diaper rump. Imagine that!

So now the shorts are a bit shorter, but not in that bad sort of way, and he’s rocking them one more time. And I’ve packed up all the 2T clothes we bought for this year, we’ll get to them next year.

Oh, and I’m only changing the diapers on one boy. Thank goodness for that.

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Sleep…Interrupted

Last week I posted, pleading for some help, some answers, some hope in regards to our sleep difficulties. And now, one week later, I thought it only fair to provide you with a little update.

Well, my friends, I’m sorry to say, things got worse.

It seemed impossible for things to get any worse, but they did. Thursday and Friday night our little man was up hourly, and crying for a two-three our chunk each night. He needed to be held, rocked, slung, nursed, until he was so exhausted that he fell asleep.

We all woke on Saturday, after two nights of miserable and interrupted sleep, feeling grumpy. Worse than grumpy. My husband, wishing for a reason behind our sleeping woes, slid his fingers along the gums of our little babe, and there it was.

A tooth.

At thirteen and a half months, our little man had cut his very first tooth. That little sharp sliver caused two nights of hell, but at least we had something to show for it. Our little babe, precious as he is wasn’t waking just to be obnoxious and manipulative and to cause us strife (not that we really believed that’s why he was doing it). He was waking in pain while that first little tooth pushed and pressed its way through his tender little gums.

And you know what?! Once it was through, he slept. We all went to bed as a family before 8pm on Saturday and we were both pleased and shocked when he first woke after 1am. I can’t tell you how long it has been since we had a chunk of sleep that was more than an hour or two long. Five hours, that’s pure bliss.

Knock on wood, the Sunday and Monday nights have been good as well. He’s nursed, cuddled, and drifted back to sleep quickly and easily. After three nights of rest, decent rest, we are all starting to feel like ourselves again.

We know that we can’t get too excited, after all this is just the first, of many, teeth that must push their way through. But at least we caught a glimpse of what is to come. Eventually, when he isn’t teething he will sleep better and longer. Eventually, when he’s ready, he’ll sleep all night long.

For now, I’m glad we followed our instincts, stuck with our parenting ideals, and responded to his cries. I’m glad we were there for him as he was working on his first tooth. I’m glad we trusted that we were doing the right thing. And I’m glad that you, all of you, gave the advice you did and reminded us of an eternal truth.

This, too, shall pass.

This post was written as part of the Moms’ 30-minute blog challenge.

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