Walking is starting to look a lot more promising in week forty-eight! He has been doing a lot more independent standing, taken a few steps (as he is falling...into Jake of course), and will walk all the time pushing things or holding hands. However, he is still really not into it. I know most people look at their babies and think they don't want them to start walking, but mobile is mobile in my book...and crawling is great, but it gets old fast. It is so much easier to let a child down and wander when s/he is walking rather than crawling...so, bring on the walking! Wish I could find something to motivate him...like a glass of wine or a nap, oh wait...those are my motivators. Hmmm...will keep thinking.
So, what else did week forty-eight bring for Judah? Well, it didn't bring another tooth...looks like that will happen in week forty-nine. However, he may not have a thumb if he continues gnawing on it like he has been...and that would be sad. He likes pizza and fruit snacks! That is my boy (no really, that is my boy...if I would have said he likes something healthy than that would not be my boy). He continues to drink A LOT of formula and if he continues down this path with milk, he will be drinking a gallon of milk every other day...makes me vomit in my mouth a little bit. His Dada came back home and all was right with the world again...seriously, Judah is a HUGE Dada's boy...and the world is not in correct order when Jake is not around. However, Jake is starting to realize he created quite the "special friend", who will crawl after him everywhere and demand to be held...you made your bed, now lie in it. He pulled down the oven door on top of himself at my mom's house...that is scary...luckily it wasn't turned on. Hoping that doesn't happen again and envision it will if we don't really put "no touch" into full gear. He totally understands the phrase, but totally touches things just to spite me...ah, my little depraved son...he is in desperate need of the gospel. He continues to love his pirate face in like every.single.picture. He continues to love toys and his coordination surprises me all the time. I really believe music (the drums) is his love...he will play on anything and keeps a decent beat (again, he gets that from me...you should hear me sing...ah-mazing). He continues to be quite the mimic...I see that driving Hubey crazy one day. I use to mimic my brothers when I was little (and little means anything under thirty)...it would drive them crazy, but it was so worth it...especially with Clayton because he wouldn't retaliate...I was totally not that annoying younger sibling. Judah is such a sweetheart - he always gives me a big hug and huge smile when I get him in the mornings...he knows how to start my day. He has the sweetest expressions and smiles...we cannot get enough of this little guy!
Thanks for the prayers...hard to believe he is eleven months old and we are less than a month away. Seriously, it goes by so fast...especially with your second one. Now, I just need to start actually doing things for his party...not just thinking about them or searching on Pinterest (which can become addicting)!
Forty-seven weeks? Really, already forty-seven weeks? It is crazy that in five weeks, our sweet little boy is going to be fifty-two weeks or a year old…whatever (and I’ll be done with the weekly posts, which will be nice. It may sound crazy (or lazy), but the weekly post can be draining at times…I love it, but I don’t always love it while in it.). Hard to believe that almost a year has gone by. Judah has been such an amazing blessing to this family…just what we needed. I see this little guy pushing limits and desiring to explore, but don’t all boys?!? He’ll keep parenting interesting and me on my toes…God knows exactly what I need…and exactly what Hugh needed. When Judah starts walking, things will get very interesting over here. As I watch him play right now, it is crazy to see how much he has changed…he becomes more of a little boy every day. He is still my baby for sure, but he doesn’t want to be a lot of the time. Don’t get me wrong, this kid loves some good hold time, but he loves his independence. What a blessing!
So, what did week forty-seven bring for Judah? Another tooth! Woot, woot…three teeth for this champ. I knew those teeth were coming with the early waking, but he's still getting up early…sigh…maybe another tooth is coming. I assumed this other top tooth would come as well (Hugh’s teeth always came in pairs), but nope…just one lone soldier up top. Not that that soldier has much work to do since Judah doesn’t really eat. Maybe more teeth will bring more eating? I swear he mimics a lot of what I say – no one else experiences this, but I swear he does it…special thing just for me. He really does want to speak and I think he’ll be a loud talker/screamer. He continues to be quite the speed crawler and is cruising on everything, but no signs of walking. He loves to play with toys and actually has really good hand/eye coordination, which does not come from me…you should see me do step aerobics. It is crazy because you would think I have really good hand/eye coordination because I am such an amazing dancer. He puts up with A LOT from his brother…he is tough and a trooper. He is doing awesome with his signs and think we’ll introduce “please” and “thank you” soon. He will actually sit and listen to about three pages of a book…that is a big step for him. He continues to love the water…and any water…even water in toilets…toilets that have pee in them…didn’t think that would happen twice…oh well, worse things could happen for sure. We are desperately trying to break the “Judee” and the “Judees” nickname, but we are failing…that is all Hugh will call him…and unfortunately, I do at times as well…it just sticks. He has learned to open cabinets…oh, joy. My children are born with a list of things in their heads to drive me crazy…cabinets are on that list. And he still does the pirate face in like every picture. Peek-a-boo is still a big favorite for him and I love to see him have so much fun with it. He loves to jump around, wrestle, get tickled, laugh, and just have fun…what a sweet, sweet boy!
I have been flying solo with parenting (Jake will be home soon) and I have realized once again that my single parenting skills are truly lacking…I am thankful for my husband…I am a better parent when he is around. I tend to lack patience and lose my patience at an alarming rate (and it NEVER seems too early for naps or bedtime). I am normally found seeking forgiveness from my children. It is sad that my standards of them are much higher than of myself. Praise God for His grace…think He has been showering His grace on the Saylor house!
So, I started this post when Hugh was two and a half...or one hundred and thirty weeks as we like to roll in this house. And then...I got lazy, I roll a lot like that in this house as well...it must be the house. Anyway, it has been too long since I last posted about Hugh...he says something funny everyday. He brings so much joy (and hair pulling frustration) to our lives everyday...I wouldn't trade the joy (and sanctification) for anything!...(however, there are some days when I wish I had an "off" button for the whining!)
Hugh is a GREAT talker, and is still super shy so not sure many people know it, but I forget he is in his twos at times because he is such a great talker. He says so many funny things...
He pronounces his "sm" blends as "f"...and of course I make him say, "I am a very smart boy" or "I am a big smarty pants"...so, it sounds more like, "I am a very fart boy" or "I am a big farty pants"...honestly, it provides me lots of entertainment and it never gets old. Oh, and smack is a good one as well..."Fack it"...again, so much entertainment.
He will normally tell people to drive safe.
He says "I don't know" all the time...curses on me because I taught it to him because he use to "na na" and it drove me crazy...oh, the "I don't know" drives me crazy as well.
He is going to be in his first wedding and is going to wear a tuxedo, or a burrito as he likes to call it. He will look handsome.
He is getting better, but you would frequently hear him ask, "Mama, do you have a wiener?" It is a big deal figuring that out. Can't quite say he has his girl vs. boy down yet...Jake is a girl, but wait, Jake is a girl...so maybe he has that one down...ha, ha.
He always says, "What do you say to me?" or when we are going to see someone he'll say, "What do you think they'll say to me, Mama?" He has to know.
He has been potty trained since he was two...started at twenty-two months...we did the three day method...clearly it worked in sixty days. You know what though, we would do it all over again - we are BIG supporters of the potty training before two. I know everyone has their opinion on this and what I believe is you do what is best for you and your family, and for this family...the earlier the better. And yes, we still give treats for poop in the potty...we have trained him well. He'll sometimes say, "Mama, I'll do it myself." when I take him to the potty...I am proud of him and enjoy my time cleaning up the pee. How hard is it to aim into a very large hole?!? I ask Jake the same question. The other day he slipped into the potty, so he'll now say, "Mama, don't let me fall into the potty." Another reminder he gives me when taking him to the potty, "Mama, you can't eat poop or pee."...thanks, Buddy...I needed that reminder.
He knows all his ABCs now and about 90% of the lowercase letters. We sing about the letter sounds but he has NO idea how it all works. We gave up on shapes...my patience fuse only runs so long, but he got his numbers! Wow, I didn't know if it was going to happen, but it did! He still loves to read, but also has quite the love for TV and asks for videos quite often. Ratatouille is his favorite movie, but he also enjoys Baby Einstein and singing videos. His favorite song is still "Holy, Holy, Holy" and we love to hear him sing it.
He loves to play with his brother, and is great with him...but can also be a total nightmare to him as well. I hear myself saying MANY times a day, "Hugh, just leave Judah alone. Do not touch your brother." Judah does a much better job of independent play. The word independent is not in Hugh's dictionary. Never was and I doubt it ever will be.
He loves to ride his trike and rides a two wheeler (with training wheels); however, he prefers his trike because he is much faster. He is starting to enjoy building tracks for his trains (shoot me in the eye...seriously...because we all know that means Mama builds them over and over and over...). He loves to "cook" and has quite an imagination. He likes to build towers and then knock them down (so boy). And, he likes to pretend like he is shooting things...this is something boys are born with, they are not taught to play pretend guns...crazy to me.
His surgery back in January went great. And we are thankful we did it when we did since it would most likely need to be corrected at some point in his life...the younger, the better. He'll talk about it sometimes...he has an incredible memory...shoot, he is already reminding me of things.
One of his favorite activities is to be naked - any excuse to get naked and this kid is there...one would think we are such free spirits over here.
He has an obsession with pajamas and he prefers the fleece, footed pajamas...in July...in Arizona. He starts asking in the morning about what pajamas he is going to wear to bed. It is a BIG deal. And, getting him out of his pajamas...an even BIGGER deal. Every time he puts on t-shirts or shorts, he asks if he can roll them down...my cold boy.
We were at the Children's Museum (Hugh's favorite place) and we were in the gift shop. Of course, he was running wild and touching everything. So, I stopped him and told him that we can "touch with our eyes"...he is in a very literal stage and the next thing I saw was him trying to "touch" with his eyes...so funny.
He loves his cousins...especially Logan. He talks about him ALL THE TIME. In his mind, they do everything together.
He is a great eater, but eats for treats. This kid could live on fruit snacks and soda...and McD's fries and hamburgers. Wow, once you write it out you realize how bad it truly sounds...we do squeeze in some healthy items...sometimes.
He LOVES his Bible stories and Bible verses. He loves to memorize Scriptures. We pray God writes them on his heart because we know head knowledge is useless. We pray God gives us the grace to parent him everyday. And we pray most of all that God would show Hugh His grace and save him.
He is a sweet boy, but has his moments. He whines, complains, desires to have his way A LOT, and is defiant...he may not look like me, but he sure acts like me...sigh. Again, thankful for God's grace...it is the only thing that saves. I am thankful to know my parenting can't save him.
Hard to believe my baby is forty-six weeks! He is just my baby. And a baby that was so tired he slept in my arms at McD’s after the Children’s Museum (yes, I said McD’s…that is how we roll our big unhealthy train…woot, woot). I LOVE a sleeping baby in my arms…very few things are sweeter to me. AND he NEVER sleeps in my arms any more…sad. So, today was such a special treat for me. And it didn’t stop me from eating my fries (or ice cream…sigh). Judah had a great time at the Museum this morning…gave him a little more freedom and he was all over it. The Museum is wonderful, one of our favorite places to go, but it also is one of those places that is bound and determined to get even your most healthy child sick…so, I am a little skeptical of letting my baby crawl all over the filthy, dirty floor…call me crazy…wait, call me Jake because that is who I sound like right now. Anyway, loved my special “baby” moment with Judah…cherish every single one.
So, what else did week forty-six week bring for Judah? He has become quite the game player with peek-a-boo…so cute when they figure things out. And he is a little delayed with his peek-a-boo game, but he is still a game player…don’t hate the player, hate the game…but you can’t really hate peek-a-boo or any other games he plays…and I digress. He also responds to “so big”…where he’ll raise his arms in the air, but again…he plays his way…raises one arm. That is my boy. He likes to wave “hi” and gives great kisses (normally, just for Mama…he knows what’s up). He is doing great with his signs (however, at times he throws all of his signs out at once…thinking one of these has GOT to work), and has continued to enjoy his times in his chair until he signs “all done”…yep, his fave part of the day. He continues to mimic and will throw his cup on the ground and say “uh-oh”…my fave part of the day when he does like eight billion times in a row (and yes, I am going to start outsmarting the game player and not giving it back). He will also mimic “hi” and I think he calls me “Nana”…whatever, works for me. We put away the high chair and moved him up to the booster chair…feels like he is more a part of the family rather than the baby in the corner and we all know…nobody puts baby in the corner. Another baby item put away…yay. He is still loving the crawl, and has not showed any love for walking. He loves to stand and the best is when he pulls to a stand by using my pants and pulls them down…awesome. He continues to love to pound and was having a serious jam session with Jake and Hugh this past weekend. He can play with the drum and xylophones for quite some time without getting bored. He continues to give the best smiles, but saves his biggest grins for Dada. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say again…Judah + Jake = Big Love…and no, not that kind of “big love”. He continues to love the pool and bath…water baby. He is starting to do a weird picture face (like a pirate face), and the sad thing is I think he is trying to mimic my smile...and if I look like that when I smile then I have got some BIG problems (and I was TERRIBLE this week with pictures...oh, well). He has been getting up too early the last week…I am guessing teeth (good a guess as any…and I would think he would need more than two teeth…one would think). Eating is still at the bottom of his list of things he would like to do and what a smart mother would do is probably cut the milk intake, but oh, no…not this mama…my baby wants to drink milk, then drink milk…the days of eating will be plenty in the future…and cheese puffs, booty, and fruit (yes, he loves fruit) are good enough. Judah is such a sweet boy, and our family is so blessed to have him…we cannot imagine our life without him!
Thanks to you all for your prayers. We are truly blessed living under the grace of God everyday. I realize everyday (through my sinful heart) that God has shown so much grace to us and I pray that we show that same grace to our sweet boys!
Judah celebrated his first Freedom day in week forty-five! And no fireworks! None of us saw fireworks, I know...we are so unAmerican. You know what, it isn't about the fireworks and (let me get on my soapbox) we should not be allowed to light off fireworks in Arizona! Over 550,000 acres burned and are still burning! Yes, I am all about rights for the people, but seriously...fireworks?!? Okay, enough about my political rants...this post is about Judah. Anyway, the holiday is about our freedom - thank you to servicemen and women who fought for our freedom and continue to do so everyday AND thank you to their families! Judah continues to love his own freedom...more and more everyday. Fortunately, we were able to get out of Phoenix (the hottest place on earth) and go to Flag...so nice. Judah enjoyed another road trip (not really...no freedom in a five point harness) and he enjoyed his time in wilderness. Lots of fun - thank you Uncle Jared!
So, what else did week forty-five bring for Judah? Well, it brought his first sunburn and some incredible mom guilt. Who knew that you could get sunburned on a sky ride in Flag? Well, super white (me) and whitey (Judah) can...bad. He looked like a raccoon (his whole face didn't get burned, because we did try to put sunblock on him...clearly, we failed), and his head is so burned...like with blisters and everything...so, so sad. I felt so terrible (and still feel terrible every time I look at him)! He doesn't seem to notice, but I have learned my lesson and will become a walking PSA for sunscreen. We also had one of those super fun moments when we had to pull over to change Judah because he was stankin' up the whole car. He went in with clothes and came out wearing a diaper...we do it up real classy. He continues to love to pound on EVERYTHING. Some of his toys have already been his sweet victims. He has a love for music just like Hugh, but drummer will not be in his future. He continues to be a TOTAL Dada's boy, but he will say "mama"...when he is tired, hungry, or mad...to be so needed...melts my heart a little bit. He had a few moments of being an only child this past week and he wears "only child" very well. He has learned that to be heard in this family (above his big brother) he needs to be loud and he has that down VERY well. Dinner makes for an interesting time with Judah yelling and pounding on his tray. He likes to be heard, what can I say?!? Yep, will deal with the behavior later. He continues to be a speed crawler and shows NO desire in walking...that is okay, BUT I would like a walker by fifteen months...just saying. Oh, and the birthday party is booked...woot, woot. Ah, the planner in me is happy. He continues to not enjoy his solids, but is starting to live on the motto, "Man can live on milk alone." And I love that I have baby who likes milk. So, this baby can (and does) live on milk alone...oh, and booty and cheese puffs! He continues to be such a sweet, sweet boy...and he really does smile...he just needs to get to know you!