we went for a walk after work and when we got home Luke turned around and crawled out of his stroller all on his own. He was a nightmare to get to bed last night though. He was asleep in my arms, SNORING, and then I set him in his crib and he was up crying. same thing with tim, who tried after me. we had to let him CIO. and then he was up a couple times after, but went back to sleep in a couple minutes.
We had Luke's 1 year appt. today. Boy, was that fun (insert sarcasm here)
As of today, the Boy is 32 inches long (95th percentile) and 23 lbs. 2 oz. (just over the 50th). So, as we already knew, he's a long, lean drooling machine!!
He had 3 shots at the end, not so fun, but he cried, and then played mighty hard when we got home. We will be starting to include Whole Milk into his diet, we'll start by mixing it with formula and phasing that out. Once this is done, we'll ditch the bottles, going solely to sippy cup.
He will get tested for anemia and lead levels, we just need to take him to the lab.
We learned the fine art of the "time out" which we will probably start using very soon as our child is a biter. Yes, a biter. She told us what to do, which is basically what we learned on Supernanny, I just didn't realize he'd be able to comprehend this young, but apparently, he can. It will be a learning process, but he will learn.
And they gave us a recommendation for a pediatric dentist, which we may take them up on b/c this office gives free first exams to babies.
So, that's the scoop on the little poop(er).
Oh no, I hope the time-outs help with the biting. I am sure he'll figure it out! He is such a cutie, btw. I know I say that every time you post pictures, but he really is! I love the picture of him and his dad passed out on the couch together! Like father like son!! And you guys look adorable in your siggy pic!! Thanks for your note in my journal, too... you're so sweet to think of me!
aw thanks! I love that picture of Tim & I. It was taken last month.
Luke got his blood taken yesterday. According to tim, it's a good thing I wasn't there. He screamed his bloody head off. But the blood drawer lady gave him a graham cracker after adn that made everything better. But from the way tim was describing it, I'm so glad I wasn't there!!
far be it for me to curse about my little bundle of joy. But yesterday I just about ****ing killed him. we're at church. we went during the sunday school hour bc there was a presentation on the recent mission trip to Tanzania. So, in order for both of us to enjoy it we put him in the nursery, with the intent of leaving him in there during the church service, as we usually do. So, mid-way through the presentation I had to go to choir for a pre-service type rehearsal. after that I couldn't find tim, so I headed down to the nursery to see if he went down there. I didn't even let Luke see me but I could hear him wailing. So I went in and got him and told him he had to be quiet and he could sit with us up in church. about 10 minutes into the service I took him downstairs (via the door right by our seats) and he proceeded to scream and throw a fit for 45 minutes. NO idea why. I picked him up, put him down gave him his sippy, nothing worked. Then right when he got calmed down enough to go back into church I walked back up the stairs and got to the door and heard the choir start. so, no singing for me. So I went back down the stairs b/c he starrted wimpering again, and after the choir finished I went back in and he was just quiet and just laying on me. I felt bad for him but I was so frustrated. I don't know what his issue was. oh well.
Saturday we went to a birthday party at a hotel, and tim took him swimming, he really enjoyed it.
this last weekend we went home for Oktoberfest. It was fun, it rained at the parade so we didn't stay very long. But it was fun none the less. and my Dad's cousin was the Fest Master, so that's cool.
anyways, here are some pictures.
on the way to LaCrosse
at the parade
using the back of the seat as a foot rest
eating whipped cream off the blender thing
chillin' with grandma
chillin' with Great Grandma
feeling the music - aka, beating himself over the head with the maracas