Last Sunday my precious baby boy turned eight months. I can't believe how short of a time he has been alive because it has seemed like forever since I gave birth to him. It seems a lot longer I guess when you don't get any sleep.
Here are my notes from when he was seven and eight months.
Seven months:
- Can grab his feet and eat his toes. (We call them piggies)
- Pats my arm randomly which is super cute because it makes me feel like he is telling me that I am doing a good job at being his mother.
- Has started and tried pulling himself up.
- Being a big boy and not taking naps during church when I want him to so I can listen to the talks and lessons.
- Loves being outdoors and our walks together.
- Mimics noises. He can say "Ma" but doesn't associate the word with me.
- On May 19,2013 during Stake Conference he started making crawling movements. I put him on the floor so I could take notes. I looked down at one point to see if he was doing okay or if he fell asleep. I saw him pulling himself forward trying to get a toy. He didn't crawl with his head up though, I guess he thought it was to heavy for him. But the next day he started crawling with his head up. (I guess it really isn't crawling, more like pulling himself...army crawl I guess it what people call it.)
- HE HAS A TOOTH! And bites me nonstop. I think my shoulder has bruises from him constantly biting me. I have screamed a couple of times because it really hurts. I looked at him with a stern look and tell him not to bite me because it hurts mommy. He will either smile and do a little laugh or if I am serious enough he will cry a little. And he is so cute that I have to look the other way to smile and let out a little laugh and then look back at him with a serious look trying to teach him that biting people hurts.
- May 14,2013 was a really cold day and so we got the wood stove burning. I think I was taking a shower at the time and I don't remember what Quentin was doing. Oliver was in his walker and back up straight into the wood stove and burned his little fingertips. I cried and cried. He cried for only ten seconds. And it didn't seem to bother him that he had huge burn blisters on his left hand. He still pounded that hand on things. I cringed every time he would hit his hand on something.
- May 29, 2013 I was changing Oliver's diaper on our bed and I needed an outfit from the dryer. So I left him there and ran to the dryer, grabbed the outfit and ran back. I was back just in time to see him roll off of our bed and onto the floor. I screamed and tried to catch him. I was too late. I hated myself so leaving him there. But that makes one drop for Quentin and one drop for me. Not that I am counting or anything.
Oliver is eight months woot woot:
- Has fully learned how to pull himself up onto things and get himself down. It is so cute (and scary) to watch him get down from things. He will grunt and whine because he is frustrated that the ground is so far away and he doesn't want to land on his head. It takes him almost a full two minutes for him to get back down so he can crawl around. He will kneel down and try to touch the ground and then realizes how far away it is so he stands back up. If he doesn't get back down then he will look at me and cry begging for help. I find that cute too.
- June 16,2013 Quentin found a beetle in Oliver's mouth.
- June 17,2013 Oliver ate his dinner later than usual and threw up 4-5 times that night. I think I changed my clothes a couple of times.
- June 20,2013 Quentin and I were making dinner. Oliver was crawling around on the floor. He was fine and having fun when all of a sudden he let out a huge scream. I look over and there was a wasp on his right ring finer. I immediately dropped what I was doing pulled that wasp off of my baby and threw it. Quentin found it and killed it which I am grateful for. I picked up Oliver who was crying so loudly (which I have never heard before) that my ears were ringing. I think he cried for at least an hour. I had to hold his hand so he couldn't use it. His finger swelled up and he got a little hot and I was getting worried. Quentin did some research and found out that it was normal for him to swell and get hot after a wasp sting. I don't know how that wasp got in the house or onto my child's hand but I strongly disliked him for stinging my baby. Now that I think about it, I think the wasp's wings were damaged and Oliver thought he was interesting and picked him up and the wasp didn't like that so he stung Oliver.
- I didn't write down the date on this one but Oliver has taught himself to climb up the stairs. Not just a couple of stairs but ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP! This is scary because the stairs at Quentin's parent's place don't have any side railing. I have to constantly watch Oliver now. I can't put up a gate because there is no railing for the gate to work effectively. I have learned to put objects on the first stair so Oliver can't climb up them any more.
Well there you have it. News from me about Oliver's developing and growing up. I have to say he is a handful and it makes me not want to have anymore kids. But I know deep down inside of me I want more. Quentin and I think we will have about five. We wrote down the order of which gender our kids will be just for fun.
Oliver is still so sweet and adorable. I like his Jack O' Lantern smile. How curious he is about EVERYTHING and how things work. I like watching him listen to sounds outside and how calming the wind is blowing through the leaves on a tree. I like how active he is when I change his diaper and he rolls over to see what is behind him and then cries when I put him back onto his back so I can put a diaper on him. I love how much of a mommy's boy he is. I love seeing him learn how to use his body. I love how excited he gets when daddy is done working and can play and give attention to him. I love seeing those two together.
Quentin has been the most wonderful husband. I couldn't have asked for a better companion. In the mornings he takes Oliver so I can get some much need sleep. He also takes Oliver when I get frustrated with him. Quentin reminds me that I am not alone in raising this child of God. He helps me see things in a different perspective. He show me love and kindness. And tells me that I am beautiful even when I don't feel like it. Recently at night before we doze off he has been telling me what he loves about me. I smile and cry a little inside because I need to hear those words. I am grateful for such a wonderful and amazing husband. I don't know what I did to get him but I am glad he is mine. Oh goodness, I just teared up a little. I have learned that having children makes you more emotional. I cry all the time, they are happy tears of course. I am remind how good Heavenly Father is and how blessed I am.
Here are some pictures of Oliver when he was seven and eight months:
Got him a Johnny Jumper. He loves it!
Do you see those precious tears?
Working with dad. Giving him a high five for working so hard.
I love his face in this picture.
My world!
We decided to give him a lemon...
and this was his reaction.
:)
I think he liked it in the end.
I love spending one on one time with this boy!
His eyes are amazing.
I think someone took my phone and took a picture of us sleeping.
I love seeing these two together.
He got stuck between the toilet and the wall. He couldn't figure out how to back himself out of it so he let out a yelp until someone came.
Isn't he adorable!?
I love watching him sleep.
That sounds creepy.
And I just remembered that there are pictures and videos on Quentin's phone. I am too lazy to upload them though so I guess you will just have to deal with only getting half of our pictures and such.
