My day with a Seven Month Old.

You are officially Seven Months Old today! We have our routine so everyday is pretty much the same. Wake up-eat-play-eat-nap...Wake up and we do it all over again. I love my life with you because even though we do the same things together everyday, you are always showing me something new that you have learned. I love that about you, I love being able to see the world through brand new eyes. The best part of it all is that I'm sharing my life with you!

Here is what we did today.

Rise and Shine

Breakfast time

Playing with your screaming Monkey. Followed by an afternoon snack!

A bath and then a wardrobe change

Than some rolling around followed by a quick nap

After your nap is some more playing, eating, playing and another nap or two... with a few occasional tears. Everyday with you is a gift. Happy Seven month birthday Oliver.

I love...

Slicked back baby hair

Naked baby time

Tired tears

Holding Mommy's finger

Awkward faces

Crazy hairstyles

Sunlight on your face

Oli in blue

Messy food face

My Boys

My baby is 6 months old today!

Baby Boy,

You are 6 months old today! I just can't believe it. What are you up to this month?

-You are babbling like crazy. It's pretty much non-stop.
-You are finally rolling over from your back to your belly, but you can't seem to figure out how to roll belly to back anymore!
-A tooth! Your first tooth, finally. You wont let me look in your mouth to see it, but you will definitely let me feel the little tip breaking through.
-I can get so much more done during the day. You have become so much better at entertaining yourself.
-When you cry it sounds like you are saying "Mama". Daddy even thinks so, even though he hates to admit it!
-You like to "Play" with yourself when I change your diaper and giggle. Dirty Boy!
-I am starting to catch you on your belly in your crib in the morning. I hate that so much, it freaks me out to find you laying on your face.
-You have almost mastered the sippy cup and can also hold your bottle in your mouth for most of your feeding
-You can sit up unassisted for a few minutes before you fall forward.

- Bedtime is so much better. You wake up only once at night. Always at 1am...
-You can push yourself backwards in your walker and you cry when you hit a wall and get stuck.
-You love your "Baby Can Read" videos. I make you watch them twice, which doesn't seem to bother you anymore.
-You are now eating all stage one baby foods mixed with Oatmeal, but you hate Bananas.
-No more baby Mohawk, your hair is finally flat.
.-Screeching is a favorite of yours.
-You still have the most beautiful smile in the world!

Black and White

The Paper Mama challenge theme is black and white. Here is my sweet little boy Oliver Jude. To see more, check out the challenge site!
http://thepapermama.blogspot.com/

Mommy's funny when she's mad...

As we are nearing the 6 month mark, I have been reading that now is the best time to start teaching baby right from wrong. Easier said than done though. Oliver is now a rollie pollie, he has in fact become obsessed with his new found freedom. I am happy that he has reached a new milestone, but I am terrified of the obstacles up ahead for us. Babies know no fear, Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers have no effect whatsoever on an infant. So when i catch my little tiny baby rolling over in his bouncer and I yell "NO" and he laughs at me, I am kinda at a loss for words. I know that eventually when he is older he will cry when I yell at him and go running to daddy for comfort, but at 6 months he thinks mommy's mad face is the funniest thing in the world.

So with that being said, I have a picture of Oliver rolling over in his bouncer. I always buckle him in, but of course the one time that I forget to, this is what I catch him doing...

So tell me Oliver, why is mommy's mad face so funny?

Picture Perfect

So I was blessed with being the second child, which basically means that my older sister has about a million and one newborn pictures of herself, and I have seen like 3 of me before the age of 6 months. I have always sorta resented my mother for the fact that a big chunk of the first few months of my life is kinda nonexistent, while my sister had every moment of her life documented from naked baby baths to her baptism. Yes, I have been baptised too, but the only proof I have of it is a pink dress that my aunt picked out for me. So when I had Oliver I decided that I was going to get as many pictures of him that I could that way he never had to wonder what color hair he really had as a baby or when he truly learned how to crawl. So with that being said i have to annouce that I have officially become a Mamarazzi!

I went from taking a picture a day to about 50 a day. I think that he is the most beautiful boy in the world and every picture of him only gets better. I love how expressive he is and I think that he is starting to realize what is going on now when that bright flash goes off in his face. All I have to do is hold the camera up to him and say SMILE and he lights up! Here are some of my favorite pictures of him.

The night of our life

So my little man has started having Night Terrors, and I have to say that it is probably one of the most stressful things that we have experienced with him. Last night Oliver woke up screaming bloody murder after being asleep for only an hour. I assumed that when we picked him up from the crib that he would stop crying like he usually does, but this time was different. As he was screaming the worst scream of my life, he wouldn't open his eyes. He was crying like he was awake, but I think he was actually still asleep. The crying continued for about 3 minutes until he finally opened his eyes for a short period of time, looked around the room like he was completely freaked out, than fell back to sleep again. I have never witnessed anything like that in my life, so I had no idea what was wrong with him. His tiny body went limp, and he would not bear any weight on his legs as well. I freaked out, began to cry and demanded that we take him to the ER. This continued for about 10 minutes until he snapped out of whatever he was in. Once he was awake he was as happy as can be, smiling and laughing at us. I gave him a bottle, he passed out and slept the rest of the night through. I on the other did not sleep so great after that.

So i woke up this morning and the research began for what had happened the night before (thank God for Google!) The only thing that I found online that could relate to the incident was Night Terrors. Now that I think about it, its makes me even more sad to think about what he was going through. I hope that he never has to experience that ever again, but this could also be the start of even more to come.