My name is Jonah

Hi, my name is Jonah. I am nine months old.  Even though neither of my siblings dared to pull up or cruise at this age, I enjoy it immensely.  Mostly I enjoy making my mommy work double-time, but also it’s just FUN!

It’s fun to pull up on the end table:

(and don’t my Mommy’s floors look nice and clean?  She is trying to keep me from putting pine needles and dirt in my mouth!  Which is kind of a bummer because I love them. And also Capri Sun straw wrappers left for me by my big brother and sister. YUM!  Geez, the older I get the more I am realizing that my Mommy is kind of a buzz kill.)

I also like to pull up on the bathtub:

I like to try to pull up on Joshua’s box of cars, too!  It’s fun having big siblings, it provides you with some unique pulling-upportunities.

(And yes, I am wearing shoes with no pants.  You see, my 2nd favorite pasttime – after pulling up – is trying to roll over while Mommy changes my diaper and dresses me.  Sometimes at the end of the day, she will just give up and leave me pantsless.  Since I prefer to be pantsless, I try to give her as much trouble at diaper-changing time as I possibly can.)

But anyhoo – what I really love to pull up on is my diaper pail.  Even though it’s not that tall, it’s full of stinky diapers and the potential for tipping it over is just too tempting!

Mommy dropped a clean diaper on the floor and I got it!! I was really proud. I also wanted to know what it tasted like.

It didn’t taste very good, but it was fun watching  my Mommy run over to get it out of my mouth.  After she took the picture, of course.

Tonight, the coffee table got the best of me.  But I recovered pretty quickly.  Battle scars!! It’s all worth it!  My goal is to be walking by 10.5 months, because that’ll REALLY freak my mom out!

I’ll keep you posted on how it’s going!

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Don’t poison the baby!

So apparently, Jonah is allergic to oatmeal.  Like any genius mom, when I started him on baby food six weeks ago, I gave him oatmeal first instead of rice because my older two wouldn’t TOUCH rice but they loved oatmeal.  I gave it to him for a few days like you are supposed to, and then introduced bananas, then apples, then sweet potatoes.  Sometime in the second week, I noticed a teeny tiny bit of blood in his stool.  So of course, I consulted my friend Cortney, because she is an expert on baby allergies as her son Carter had a bunch.

“It’s probably the oatmeal,” she said.  She advised me to take out the oatmeal and sweet potatoes and then introduce them both back in after 10 days or so, one at a time, to see if there was any reaction.

On the fateful day that I re-introduced oatmeal, our House Church was having a get together at Cortney’s house.  I fed him before we left and about an hour into it, he projectile vomited all over my poor friend Jen, then all over me, like 400 times.  At first I honestly thought he had a stomach bug, because the vomiting was so similar to when  my big kids have had something like that.  But, much scarier when you have an infant.  We rushed home, with Jonah throwing up FOUR TIMES in a 10-minute drive.  Then, he threw up a couple more times at home.  All in all, about 9 times in 4 hours.  By the last few it was just bile – VERY upsetting when you see your baby throwing up that nasty stuff!

I decided to shelve oatmeal for awhile, because I thought vomiting was an odd allergic reaction and I really thought perhaps he just had a stomach bug.  So I waited about a month and tried it again.   Last week.  Just before going to the POOL.  Clearly this is evidence that I wasn’t convinced he was allergic! I gave it to him BEFORE WE LEFT FOR THE POOL.

If you haven’t noticed yet, I am kind of dumb.

Guess what happened next?  Baby boy projectile vomited (again on my poor friend JEN!!) in the POOL.  And it was A LOT.  Gross.  Sorry, people of Kettering!

He threw up again a few minutes later, so I packed the kids up and headed home.  This time, I am thoroughly convinced that oatmeal is the Devil.  For Jonah, at least.

And just in case the projectile vomiting wasn’t enough to spark my memory, Joshua made me this reminder, which now hangs on our dining room wall:

Ok, well, since there’s a sign and everything, I think I’ll just toss the oatmeal in the trash!

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Our Baby of Perpetual Anger

Jonah baby turned seven months this week. Seven months! How has this happened?  I still feel like time should be passing half as quickly as it does.  But alas, he’s growing up.  And it’s kind of ticking him off!

THIS IS MY MAD FACE!

You see, although my other kids waited until the ripe old age of eight months or so to crawl, Jonah wants to crawl NOW.  (Like how I put my Pilates mats on our hardwood floor to aid him in his ambitions? Also, please note crap under coffee table!)  And he is so close.  Every day I think, “It will be today.”  He can move around a lot and he’s getting pretty fast, but he can’t quite crawl and do it exactly how he wants to yet.  And it’s making him MAD and cranky and generally discontent.  He also doesn’t like it when I get in his face and take away whatever thing he’s reached that he shouldn’t have that his negligent siblings have left on the floor…oh, the baby proofing is giving me a serious headache!

Jonah-Jo is no longer content to be contained in his swing or exersaucer, he wants to be on the floor trying to get his crawl on at all times.  But since that often involves him fussing through the process, I’m ready for this milestone to be checked off the list!  Even if it does mean me scrambling after him more and more, I’m ok with it, if it means him fussing less and less.

I’d also be ok with hiring a nanny to supervise this milestone, but …I guess I’m just gonna hafta power through it.

And also, we’re starting Ferber again tonight so that this kid might actually SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT!  His sleeping has taken a real dive since this mobility thing started, and Bleary-Eyed Mommy is much less tolerant of Angry Baby than Well-Rested Mommy is.

Wow, that just gave me a great idea for a brand of dolls.

So, what milestones made your baby the most frustrated? (Not to mention you!)

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