The Meatball is five months old already!
It doesn’t matter how many times someone says, “It goes so fast,” I’ve decided it’s impossible to brace for.
At five months old he’s humongous and he weighs a ton. Those are the basics.
He’s in 3-6 and 6-month clothes. We’ve actually had to purchase clothes finally, because most of the stuff we have that he fits into is for babies in Alaska to sleep in. Here in northern Illinois we’ve skipped spring (or it just rained the WHOLE time), and moved right into 80/90-degrees and full-on humidity. So we met the nice ladies at our local baby consignment shop. (Super cute)
No teeth yet, but if he’s not cutting them as we speak … he’s adjusting poorly to the hot humidity. IDK which it is. Or if it’s a growth spurt. Or sleep regression. Or some new way that I’m traumatizing him for life as a new mommy who has quit reading the advice columns.
He’s been a little cranky the past couple of days.
Not that you’d know it from these pictures. The only problem we have with these now is that he’s so used to being photographed, he mostly just sits patiently until it’s over. Which is nice, but also makes for less hilarious outtakes. But here they are anyway: Read more…
These couldn’t be easier, and I am no kind of seamstress. If I can do this, trust me, you can do this.
My mom knit a pair of baby leggings for The Meatball a couple of months ago, and I was like, “… leggings? Isn’t that a little feminine? And a little ’80s?”
But apparently Nana is a bit of a baby fashionista because now I see them everywhere – Etsy, mommy forums, the cloth diaper store in the next town. They’ve completely grown on me. They’re stinking adorable, AND – come on – they make diaper changes one step easier. (Which is especially nice now that diaper changes involve wrestling as well as stripping, wiping and dressing. I might not have been so encouraging about this rolling over thing had I any kind of foresight.)
But $15 to 20 is a lot of money for baby leg sleeves, and in my searching I found super easy DIYs for making them out of knee-high socks.
Is this kid a ham or what? Where on earth does he get that?
I should have taken my own pictures and re-designed my own instructions with my own URL/name on them to drive traffic and be a stats hog and all that … but this one is cute and easy to follow and what I used, so here you go: Read more…
And so I stood there in the middle of the kitchen, hugging my four-and-a-half-month-old son over my left shoulder – sobbing like a baby.
It was early Thursday evening, and I was standard-frantic. Busy. Moving. But not panicing.
Meatball was content in his bouncy seat on the floor while I cut up bananas to freeze and rotated dishes out of and into the dishwasher. Mostly. He was content if I sang along with Bethel and danced around like an idiot.
Which, of course, I am generally more than happy to do if it makes him smile.
Bananas sliced and frozen, dishwasher running, we had maybe 15 minutes before we had to load ourselves in the minivan and head to grandma’s for dinner. I scooped him out of the chair, to squeals of delight, slid it under the table with my foot, and we danced and sang around our small kitchen.
I danced and sang because he’s happy with the worst dance moves and because I can sing these songs in my sleep – guitar solos and everything, which Husband especially loves. So I danced and sang, but part of me was in McHenry with my mom. Part of me was job-hunting with Husband. Parts of me were thinking about sermon illustrations and planning the vegetable garden and counting how many clean cloth diapers probably waited in the top drawer and how many hours I would have to do laundry when we got home. Read more…