Sunday, March 27, 2011

5 Months, Already?

This post is a little late because I was sick on the 22nd, the day Collier turned 5 months; however, better late than never!  I feel like it was just a few days ago that I was writing about Collier turning 4 months and here we are again, and yet another month has passed!  Part of me wants it all to slow down because I know he'll be running around before I know it but another part of me is so eager to watch him grow and learn.  As I've said in the past and it still rings true, he is such a happy, smiley baby!  I love going to get him out of his crib in the mornings or following a nap because he is so happy to see me.  He has the biggest grin on his face and begins kicking his little legs, waving his little arms up and down and babbling to me.  He also greets Jamie the same way each evening when he comes home from work.  Collier loves his big brother and always watches, smiles, and talks to him.  He still greets any and everyone with a smile and people always comment on how friendly he is.

He is so active and if he's awake, he's moving and squirming!  He enjoys playing in his excersaucer and has recently figured out how to bounce in it.  Since he has just discovered how to jump, I set up his jumper and he is having a blast playing in it as well.  I think Noah's a little jealous that he can't fit into Collier's toys because he'll just sit and watch him jump.  Collier is close to sitting up on his own and can prop sit for a minute or so.  He has discovered his feet in the last few weeks and they've become his favorite new "accessory."  He plays with them all the time!  In fact, most of the time when we have him sitting up, he loses his balance because he's reaching for his feet.  He loves bath time and has just recently figured out that he can splash the water when he kicks his legs.  It's so cute to watch him get excited over his new discovery.  He has also begun turning while he's laying on his belly... one minute he'll be facing one direction and a few minutes later, he'll have made a 180 and facing the opposite direction.  He is always trying to turn over... it's the craziest thing!  When he's sitting in my lap or laying back on me, he'll twist his little body and flip over so he's on his belly looking at me.  Even when I sat him up in his chair to take his 5 month pictures, he scooted down and flipped over on his belly.  It's starting to interfere with him sleeping at times because (for some crazy reason) he's forgotten how to flip back over to his back, so he'll start fussing on his belly. 

Shortly after he turned 4 months, I began having a hard time getting him to eat.  He would take a few ounces and turn his head away, then want to finish the bottle an hour or two later.  It dawned on me that maybe he was ready for a 4 hour schedule so I moved him to eating every 4 hours and problem solved.  He stays awake and plays for about 2 hours now and then he takes a 1 1/2 - 2 hour nap (sometimes a little longer) 3 x day.  I lay him in his crib, turn his mobile on and he puts himself to sleep in a matter of minutes.  He no longer really cares for the paci and he'll watch and play with his hands, opening and closing them, grasping them together, etc until he dozes off.  He is eating solids twice a day, in the morning and evening.  He eats oatmeal with a little fruit after his morning bottle and a veggie after his evening bottle.  He loves every food that I've given him with the exception of green beans and peas, but I can't blame him.  He even likes peaches now!  As soon as he swallows a bite of food, he begins kicking and waving his arms until I get another bite in his mouth.  It's pretty messy because it's sometimes hard to get the spoon in his mouth with him moving around so much.  But it's quite entertaining!  Collier is going to bed around 8:30, I am still doing a dream feed around 10pm and he sleeps until 7am.  When he wakes in the morning, he isn't starving and most mornings, I can wait about 30 - 45 mintues before I give him a bottle, so I'm thinking that at some point soon, I might experiment with dropping the dream feed.  He has also been weaned out of the swaddle blanket for several weeks now, HALLELUJAH!  I keep thinking he is teething because he chews on everything and drools like crazy but there are still no signs of any teeth.  Fortunately, he hasn't been too fussy... yet! 

At 5 months, I would sum up Collier as being happy, busy (as a non-mobile baby can be), precious, easy, loveable, pleasantly plump, curious, eager and adorable!  His grin melts my heart.  His sweet little voice puts a smile on my face and his laugh makes me laugh.  I could sit all day and just watch him and Noah play together.  My two boys are without a doubt the best part of mine and Jamie's lives.  It's been a great 5 months and I look forward to seeing what the next one hold!



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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Spring has sprung



















Spring is my favorite season so I was so excited to let Captured Studios take Easter pictures of the boys a couple of weekends ago! The weather was PERFECT and they both did so well. These are my sneak peeks and I can't wait to see the rest! I can't get over how old Noah looks in these pictures. My little boy is turning 4 in about 6 weeks and it just BLOWS my mind! {sigh...} Anyways, Captured Studios had baby chicks at the photo session and the boys both loved watching the chicks hop all over the place. At one point, they had Collier lying on his belly on a blanket and the chicks just swarmed him; one jumped on his back and another got right in his face and before we could do anything, it pecked him in the eye! Luckily, he shut his eye in time (at least, I think... he did have a tiny little red spot on his eyeball but it went away the next day). Of course, it scared him and he started crying for a little bit. After he calmed down and we knew he was okay, it was slightly funny because just HOW many people can say they've been pecked in the eye by a chicken? Now Collier can!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Un-Luck of the Irish

Do you feel like when your kids get sick, it's YOUR fault? Like you're the one that exposed them to the illness? Even though I know that's not entirely the case, I do feel that way... especially with Collier, since he's still a baby. Despite the fact that I have done as much as I can to keep my boys out of the public since our bout with RSV, some nasty, sickly germs have still managed to infiltrate my home. Collier woke up on St. Patty's Day with YET ANOTHER cold. He's congested, coughing, sneezing and crying because he feels terrible. I guess I should be grateful that it's nothing worse... but GEEZ! Two colds, an ear infection and RSV/brochiolitis since December?! This is nuts! I know there are far worse things going on the in the world around us but I sure would like a teeny-tiny break for longer than just a few weeks. We've literally bounced from one thing to the next... from him getting sick in December, to Dad's cancer diagnosis/beginning chemo in January, to RSV in February, and now another sickness. I'm ready for life to ease up on the gas just a tad bit...for my sanity! On the up side, Collier should be building quite the immune system in little body. So needless to say, our St. Patty's Day was spent indoors, despite the GORGEOUS warm weather and the least of my worries were wearing green to avoid getting pinched. I hope your St. Patrick's Day brought better luck than ours did!


Collier sleeping in his carseat to keep his head elevated


Poor baby cuddling with his blanket

Friday, March 11, 2011

Admiring the Tulips in Holland

{This is the perfect depiction of what life is like with a child that has special needs. I ran across this on the internet and had to share.}

Welcome to Holland

Written by Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this…

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michelangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.



After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."


"Holland?!" you say. "What do you mean, Holland?" I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy.


But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.


The important thing is that they haven't taken you to some horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy a new guidebook. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

The pain of that will never, ever, go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.


But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.





Thursday, March 10, 2011

The Past Few Weeks...


Collier got to swing outside for the first time


Noah rode his tricycle outside


while Collier rode alongside him in his stroller.


Collier practiced standing


and worked on sitting.


Noah had a blast at Jackson's birthday party!


and played...


and laughed...


and goofed around with Daddy.


but made sure to take a photo break with mommy & Collier


He even went down the slide with Daddy


and his friend, Ethan



But Collier wasn't as impressed with the slide... maybe in a year he'll like it better!
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Big Steps

Noah finished the Physical Therapy program on Feb. 25. He is now taking some steps independently and has learned how to ride a tricycle (it's an adaptive tryke for special needs). He had a blast pedaling around the therapy center so we're on a list to get one for him to play with at home. Because adaptive equipment is VERY expensive, they have programs where donations help pay for a portion of the costs. On his last day of therapy, he took around 6 or 7 simultaneous steps without falling down or losing his balance. And since he's been home, he has walked about 5 feet at one time. He definitely came a long way in those 2 short weeks and I'm so proud of his determination and endurance. This little guy walked on a treadmill, at an incline, with ankle weights on... that's hard core stuff for a little boy! It so strenuous for him that he would come home and take a 4 hour nap!. It would be like an adult lifting weights for 3 solid hours. He's one tough little guy!

Since we missed the first week due to sickness, they are going to try to work him back in for another 1 - 2 weeks in the next few months. I can't wait to see where he is after another 2 weeks. He's just so close to walking now!

I'm sure most wives feel their husbands are deserving of such a title as World's Greatest Daddy, but Jamie really outdid himself during Noah's therapy. He took off work and drove Noah back and forth to Birmingham for each therapy session. He realized just how hard it would be on me to be out of town, in someone else's home with 2 kids (1 being a 3 month old, the other being a special needs child). It was his suggestion that in order to make it much easier for me, he would do it himself. He drove to Birmingham on Sunday evenings, took Noah to therapy Monday morning and would come back home that afternoon; work Tuesday and Wednesday, then head back to Birmingham after work, take Noah to therapy on Thursday and Friday morning, and drive back home Friday afternoon. Now doesn't that deserve Daddy of the Year?! :)

He recently told me that he loved getting to participate in the therapy with Noah. That's always been my responsibility, since I don't work, so Jamie rarely gets to be apart of it. He also told me that he really enjoyed the one-on-one time he got with Noah. I'm sure Noah loved getting his daddy all to himself, too. I am so very thankful for my sons and a husband that invests in their lives!


{Daddy's Boys}

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