9 Months

*Yesterday was crazy.  Sorry to be a day late!"

We met some friends at the park today, her daughter turns 1 in just 5 weeks.  I asked her if it felt like it had been a year, and admitted that it feels like Annabelle has been around more like 6 months than 9.  But alas, here we are...

And she is behaving like a 9 month old.  Crawling ALL over the place.  At the park this morning she crawled all the way down a sizable hill in just a few seconds without once stumbling on the uneven ground or sloped terrain.  She is also now pulling up on anything and everything she can reach - couches, coffee tables, dishwashers, jeans, cupboards, etc.  It is a constant struggle for us to keep things out of reach, and it is possible that she had stolen a few of Sam's Lucky Charms (can you tell Grammy was in town?  Mommy is "not allowed" to buy that cereal, but Grammy and Gommy are!).  She is yet to start cruising, but her balance is improving daily.  We're almost hoping that she walks early just because she's so small - how awesome will it look if such a tiny person is toddling around!?

Her fine motor skills are still at a slower pace.  No clapping or waving yet.  She is an enthusiastic self-feeder, and getting more coordinated, but still doesn't have the perfect pincer grasp.

She is still a happy little girl and is starting to show a bit more of her personality.  She still goes with the flow beautifully, but she will grunt at you if you take away something she was playing with (here's looking at you, Sam!).  She has a goofy little scowl face that doesn't seem to have anything to do with a sour mood.  Pretty sure she just likes the reactions she gets when she makes it.

Annie-Bananie loves her "real" food.  She eats an average amount at lunch (3-4oz baby food plus finger foods) but chows down at dinner.  This week she has been digging the leftover turkey mixed with her pears.  She eats all food groups with enthusiasm, but prefers her green veggies mixed with something else.  She is getting better at the sippy cup, but still isn't a pro.  She still likes the act of nursing, but is starting to care more about the comfort aspect of it than the food aspect of it.  The plan is still to keep it up until 12 months.

She is still small, but growing!  Per the pediatrician yesterday she now weighs 15 lbs 10 oz, which is WAY up to the 11th percentile.  Woot woot!  She is 26 3/4 inches long, which is the 19th percentile.  She wears mostly 9 month clothes, but her 6 month dresses now work nicely as tunic tops with leggings.  She can wear some 12 month stuff, but it tends to be pretty wide on her.  She is still in size 2 shoes.  Most of her socks refuse to stay on.

Likes:
-Dancing and music
-Exploring
-Putting things in her mouth
-Pulling on her ear when tired

Dislikes:
-Being left in the high chair or exersaucer
-Having toys stolen from her

Thanksgiving

Finally!  After 5 years of marriage and 7 years as "adults," Chris and I finally had our turn to host a major holiday.  Thanksgiving 2012 at the Texas Hunnifords!  It was the first time since I went to college that I have not traveled for Thanksgiving.  I'm not sure which part I was more excited about - the chance to plan the holiday menu with all of the foods that I wanted to eat (and none of the ones I didn't!), or the opportunity to avoid the hassle and expense flying with two small children on the busiest travel weekend of the year.  Its still a toss-up.

We were joined here in Houston by Chris's parents, sister and brother-in-law.  How did you sleep all of those people in your 2/2 bungalow, you ask?  Ah well, we didn't.  We house/dog sat for some friends down the street, where Chris's parents slept.  It was a win/win for all parties concerned.

So on Thanksgiving day I cooked and cooked and cooked some more.  It was very tiring, but I enjoyed it.  Wasn't my turkey pretty?

It turns out that I made way too much food.  People seemed surprised that I made so many dishes - I didn't think it was that many.  Maybe my family eats more?  Either way, it made for excellent leftovers for several days.  Actually, we still have some turkey in the fridge...mmm sandwiches.

Not pictured are the two pies.  I had lovely visions of a beautiful meal in my head.  Some of them turned out, some didn't.  Sam managed to stay in his chair for more than half of the meal, but didn't eat much.  He enjoyed a pumpkin cookie while the rest of us finished at the table.  Annabelle actually ate a greater variety of Thanksgiving foods - homemade apple sauce (Aunt Becky's), homemade cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and sweet potato fries.

More important than what she ate, of course, is what she wore.  I made her an adorable tutu.  And then I found the awesome feather hair clip.  My little turkey was tutu cute :-)

I would like to tell you that I also planned a slew of entertaining activities for our out of towners, but that would be a lie.  We did a good deal of playing at home with the kids, with the borrowed dog and trips to the grocery store.  But on Saturday (morning of course, it was also rivalry day in the world of college sports and we had 3 rivalry games that people cared about.  2 turned out well, 1 not so much.  O-H...) we did make it out of the house.  We enjoyed a cool morning walk at the Houston Arboretum.

Oh, and I made the boys hang Christmas lights on the roof and wall shelves on a new wall.  We also started the Christmas decorating, because its the first time I could do it so early!

It was a nice visit.  Sam bonded with Becky and Benton a bit, mostly over early morning games of slide-y soccer.  Its good to have people with energy around to play with him.  Chris and I got to go on a date on Friday night - our first time in a movie theater in almost 3 years!  We were all tired on Monday morning, and it appears that Annabelle is a bit more attached to me.

Headcase

**WARNING: This post contains graphic pictures of actual medical events.  Reader discretion is advised.**

We were at a fancy dinner for church.  Lots of our friends were there - Chris wore a suit and I actually curled my hair.  We looked good.  We were just finishing up the soup and salad when Chris showed me his vibrating phone.  "Do you know this number?"

"That's the sitter.  I'll answer it."

"Lindsay?  pant.  Yeah hi, this is Judy.  deep breath.  I need you to come home.  Now.  I was changing the baby, Sam was playing on your bed and he fell.  He hit something that was out on the bed.  I think he needs stitches."

About 90 seconds later we were asking the valet to retrieve our car.  Yeah, the dinner was fancy.  On the way home we called the pediatrician's after hours page operator.  "Ok, I have your information.  Dr. Brack is on call, she will call you back shortly."  I hung up and told Chris, "Amanda's on call tonight."  (Although not our "assigned" pediatrician, Amanda is a friend from church in the same practice.  She had told me at a playdate in the past that I was welcome to call her with this kind of stuff anytime.  But I grew up in a doctor's family and am more likely to err on the side of leaving doctors alone when they're at home.  And on that note, it did cross my mind that if we lived in Ohio this would be no big deal as Papa would just stitch him up.  I know this, because he stitched me up a couple of times as a child.  But I digress.)

So I did call Amanda at home because I got impatient waiting.  "Oh Lindsay, I so wish that I could meet you at the clinic and do this myself, but I'm home alone with my 4 kids.  My husband is at the CTK dinner!"  "Yeah, that's where we were, too."

Sam was upset but holding himself together when we got home.  He held pretty tightly to us, I think as much scared as he was hurt at that point.  Chris got him cleaned off a little bit and into a clean/dry shirt.  The sitter offered to stay with Annabelle, but Sam really wanted her to come.  So we set off for the recommended after-hours pediatric urgent care.

By the time we got there Sam was in good spirits.  We were the only ones in the clean, quiet waiting room when we arrived.  Sam enjoyed watching the movie on the TV, but got a little bored of waiting. 

The doctor said staples.  First came the numbing cream and a bandage to cover it while we waited for it to take affect.  We watched some Cars on Daddy's tablet, read some books, and tried to get Annabelle back to sleep.

The nurse cleaned the would with an irrigation syringe that we now have as an extra special bath toy.  The doctor came back and asked me to help hold him, because there might be some squirming now.  But it quickly became clear that Sam's body takes well to numbing cream because he didn't feel a single one of the many shots of local anesthetic that went into his scalp.  Nor did he feel the four staples that went in next.  He sat very still and messed with the blue matchbox car he held in his little hands while I crouched in front of him and held his shoulders.  Not once did I feel his little muscles tighten up, but he was dead silent throughout the entire procedure.  All questions went unanswered, all comments unaddressed. 

My Frankenson, a day late for Halloween

Chris got a picture of the staples before the dressing went on and we showed him.  Sam started to get a little weepy at this point, not outright crying, but I could tell he was working really hard to hold it together.  Once again he clung tight when I wrapped him in my arms.  The doctor was sure that the picture scared him, but Mama knows better.  Mama knows it was just a release - he held it together for so long and now it was over, he could let it out. 




A few minutes later, with stickers and lollipop in hand, we were out the door.  We were all tired.  A quick stop at McDonald's (we still hadn't eaten dinner) and we were headed home.  From our door, there and back to our door again was about 2 hours and 40 minutes. 

We thought he would fall right to sleep but it turns out the little guy was afraid to lie down.  We left him sitting on his bed, convinced that in a few minutes he'd give up and fall asleep.  20 minutes later we checked and found him still sitting up.  "I'm just going to sleep sitting up."  Poor guy.  No pillow forts, special blankets or towels, parents lying with him could convince the boy it was safe to lie down.  Finally I brought him to the couch to rest in my lap.  I had just about given in to the fact that I would be spending the night there, holding my boy so he could sleep, when he asked to go to his bed so he could "sleep on his mouth."  A couple of minutes later, 12:45 am, he was finally asleep.

Today his head was sore, and he is behind on sleep, but he is doing well.  He's very sensitive about his head but playing just fine.  We have an appointment to get his staples out in a week.  I've told him over and over again how proud of him I am, he handled everything so well.  Quite the trooper.

It was truly a freak accident, and no one did anything wrong.  He was up on the bed watching Judy change the baby and fell backwards onto our bed.  He never fell off the bed, but landed on a pile of pillows and...my iPad cover.  He must have hit the magnetic hinge just right, its no even sharp.  The doctor couldn't believe it, and I pretty much still can't myself.

Honestly, I'm impressed.  That boy is a wild and crazy kid and lives his life that way.  The fact that we made it 3.5 years (almost exactly!) before seeking emergency medical care for him is a success.  Hopefully this event doesn't open up the flood gates!