RYAN, YOU SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT!!!!!!!
The night before you woke up twice crying so much I had to go calm you down, but like a light switch, you didn't even make a peep last night! I'm so proud of you!!! I, of course, woke up a million times expecting you to start crying any instant, but you proved me wrong. You slept from 8:00pm-6:30am!! That's awesome, buddy! Let's make this a habit, okay? :) I LOVE YOU!
Friday, September 26, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
We're in big trouble
Ryan, you have remembered how to roll the other way again. Boy are Daddy and I in trouble. We can no longer lay you on the floor and leave you by yourself. You do not like staying in one spot for very long.
I can lay you in the middle of the blanket, but you don't stay!! You even got stuck under the couch this time!
Roll and scoot, roll and scoot...that's your motto right now. :)
I can lay you in the middle of the blanket, but you don't stay!! You even got stuck under the couch this time!
Roll and scoot, roll and scoot...that's your motto right now. :)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sleep, Poop, and Puke
This is a disclaimer to all those out there (GRANDPARENTS) that think Ryan is so cute and adorable and completely innocent and could never do anything wrong. If you want to continue thinking those things do not read this blog. Mom is going to complain for a bit. Sorry Ryan.
SLEEP
Ryan you LOVE the rice we feed you for dinner. You weren't really sure about it at first (One moment please, you just woke up and I have to get you back to sleep. For the record you have been sleeping for ONE hour.), because it was a new texture. I did like I was told and made it real runny at first, but you didn't do to well with that. So I started making it thicker and thicker. The rice is now about the consistency of mashed potatoes and that's just right for you to push it around with your tongue and get it swallowed. HOWEVER!!!! You are STILL NOT SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT! One would think that after having a good sized helping of rice, plus anywhere from 3-5 oz. of formula you wouldn't be hungry for a week! But, you would like to prove us wrong. I know it's just because you miss us too much while you're sleeping. You love mommy and daddy so much that you just can't stand it and have to wake up at least twice at night so we can come spend a few minutes feeding you. Well, guess what, budddy boy...it's about to come to an end. After getting you back to sleep twice before I even went to bed last night I decided that it was the night we were going to start weening you off of that habit. I believe you woke up three more times (I was so sleep deprived I lost count) before 4am and then daddy decided it was okay to feed you...so he did. Ryan, you're going to have to start sleeping through the night so that Mommy and Daddy don't feel like they have to go to bed at 9:00 (Something I'm pretty sure we haven't done since we were 8 years old.) so that we can survive the day. Okay, enough about that...
POOP
I'm sure that every new mommy has had this exact scenario happen to them, but I would just like to have ONE Sunday free of accidents. It seems as though you, Ryan, have some kind of high tech detection device that allows you to know exactly when it's Sunday AND you have a brand new/never before worn outfit on AND it's Bible class. Two weeks in a row (and I'm sure others) I have dressed you in oh-so-cute outfits that I know everyone will oooh and ahhh over and what happens? Right there in the middle of Bible class (we still take you with us) you start to grunt louder and louder and then there's an explosion. The stinch is more than I can take so I take you out of class only to find that you have exploded out of your diaper and onto your precious clothes. It, of course, does not bother you that mommy and/or daddy have to miss half of class to strip you down (trying not to further the destruction while taking off your clothes), use most if not all of the wipes we brought with us, re-diaper you, and re-clothe you. We learned a long time ago that extra outfits are a must on Sundays...
PUKE
I thought that you had kinda grown out of the "spitting up" stage, but apparently not. Today you threw up on me and yourself no less than 20 times. (If you would like to see evidence of Ryan's markings, click on the picture of us with our friends Kyle and Vicki and take a look at my shirt.) It's just getting a little annoying that not only do you have to wear at least two outfits a day...so do I! I'm just glad it doesn't upset you.
WITH ALL THAT SAID...I love you so very much, Ryan. Even though I'm complaining I can't imagine a day without you. I can't even stand it when somebody else is holding you. (I do welcome the breaks, though.) All I do all day long is give you kisses, even when you're screaming. I know that it won't be long before you won't allow me to kiss you all over and blow zerbets on your tummy. You're my baby, and you always will be. I'm going to stop writing before I start to cry.
SLEEP
Ryan you LOVE the rice we feed you for dinner. You weren't really sure about it at first (One moment please, you just woke up and I have to get you back to sleep. For the record you have been sleeping for ONE hour.), because it was a new texture. I did like I was told and made it real runny at first, but you didn't do to well with that. So I started making it thicker and thicker. The rice is now about the consistency of mashed potatoes and that's just right for you to push it around with your tongue and get it swallowed. HOWEVER!!!! You are STILL NOT SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT! One would think that after having a good sized helping of rice, plus anywhere from 3-5 oz. of formula you wouldn't be hungry for a week! But, you would like to prove us wrong. I know it's just because you miss us too much while you're sleeping. You love mommy and daddy so much that you just can't stand it and have to wake up at least twice at night so we can come spend a few minutes feeding you. Well, guess what, budddy boy...it's about to come to an end. After getting you back to sleep twice before I even went to bed last night I decided that it was the night we were going to start weening you off of that habit. I believe you woke up three more times (I was so sleep deprived I lost count) before 4am and then daddy decided it was okay to feed you...so he did. Ryan, you're going to have to start sleeping through the night so that Mommy and Daddy don't feel like they have to go to bed at 9:00 (Something I'm pretty sure we haven't done since we were 8 years old.) so that we can survive the day. Okay, enough about that...
POOP
I'm sure that every new mommy has had this exact scenario happen to them, but I would just like to have ONE Sunday free of accidents. It seems as though you, Ryan, have some kind of high tech detection device that allows you to know exactly when it's Sunday AND you have a brand new/never before worn outfit on AND it's Bible class. Two weeks in a row (and I'm sure others) I have dressed you in oh-so-cute outfits that I know everyone will oooh and ahhh over and what happens? Right there in the middle of Bible class (we still take you with us) you start to grunt louder and louder and then there's an explosion. The stinch is more than I can take so I take you out of class only to find that you have exploded out of your diaper and onto your precious clothes. It, of course, does not bother you that mommy and/or daddy have to miss half of class to strip you down (trying not to further the destruction while taking off your clothes), use most if not all of the wipes we brought with us, re-diaper you, and re-clothe you. We learned a long time ago that extra outfits are a must on Sundays...
PUKE
I thought that you had kinda grown out of the "spitting up" stage, but apparently not. Today you threw up on me and yourself no less than 20 times. (If you would like to see evidence of Ryan's markings, click on the picture of us with our friends Kyle and Vicki and take a look at my shirt.) It's just getting a little annoying that not only do you have to wear at least two outfits a day...so do I! I'm just glad it doesn't upset you.
WITH ALL THAT SAID...I love you so very much, Ryan. Even though I'm complaining I can't imagine a day without you. I can't even stand it when somebody else is holding you. (I do welcome the breaks, though.) All I do all day long is give you kisses, even when you're screaming. I know that it won't be long before you won't allow me to kiss you all over and blow zerbets on your tummy. You're my baby, and you always will be. I'm going to stop writing before I start to cry.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
So Tired
This moment was so funny. Daddy was feeding you a bottle before you went to bed and you fell asleep before you were finished. He took the bottle out of your mouth and you didn't even move. You're so stinkin' cute!!!
Crossing Paths
Last weekend we went to Crossing Paths which is a churchwide retreat. We had a lot of fun. Our friends Kyle and Vicki rode with us. That was really nice because it was their last weekend with us. They are going to be missionaries in the Dominican Republic for two years. We miss them so much already!!
The outfit you're wearing is the one that Mommy and Daddy got you when you were still in my belly and we went to Hawaii. You look so handsome in it! You're getting so big!
The outfit you're wearing is the one that Mommy and Daddy got you when you were still in my belly and we went to Hawaii. You look so handsome in it! You're getting so big!
Back to Front
Ryan you have learned to roll over from your back to your belly. It kinda happened the same way as rolling the other way did. You were laying on the floor and all the sudden there you went!! Now you do it all the time. We can't lay you on your back without you instantly rolling over onto your belly.
First you start on your back. Then you lean over on your side. Notice the focus and determination. Then your're on your belly! Way to go!!!
The funny thing is, though, that now that you have learned to roll this way, you've seemed to forgotten how to roll the other way. You first learned how to roll from your belly to your back. But now, you get so angry and cry and scream when you have been on your belly for too long. You're such a funny little fella!
First you start on your back. Then you lean over on your side. Notice the focus and determination. Then your're on your belly! Way to go!!!
The funny thing is, though, that now that you have learned to roll this way, you've seemed to forgotten how to roll the other way. You first learned how to roll from your belly to your back. But now, you get so angry and cry and scream when you have been on your belly for too long. You're such a funny little fella!
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