Watch Me Grow: 7 Months

Carson is 7 Months old and faster than ever!

Why is he fast? Oh, only because he decided to start crawling on his seven-month birthday. We have a mover folks!

Carson's 7-month stats:
Weight: 16 lbs. 6 oz.

In the Closet: Primarily 6-9 months, but most of your pants are 3-6 months, skinny boy

Diapers: Size 2

Grub: Breast milk, some formula, rice cereal, oatmeal cereal, puffs, water and veggies galore! You are now eating sweet potatoes, green beans, peas, butternut squash and carrots. We are moving to fruits in a few days.

Sleep: You go down around 8:00-8:30 and still sleep as good as ever, 10-11 hours. Napping seems to be better, usually 2-3 naps a day.

New Activity/Development: Just started crawling, obviously sitting up on your own very well (not as much falling over), more babbling than before, the da and ma sounds, starting to understand object permanence 

Loves: His exersaucer, sitting up to play, toys that have sound, anything that crinkles (food wrapper, paper), mommy's silly faces and sounds, being thrown in the air by Daddy, and being the happiest boy on the planet!

Gosh, I love him so much

Carson, we cannot believe you are crawling. It feels like yesterday when we brought you home. We placed you in your bouncer and just stared at you for hours. Even Jake was captivated by you. The epic picture we captured of you and Jake says it all.

Son, you have changed all of our lives. We are so in love with you.

You are starting to notice Jake more these days, but I'm not so sure he is ready for you to be crawling towards him. It is incredible how much progress you make in just a couple of days.

Soon you will be pulling up on things and getting into everything! You are becoming bored with your own toys and want anything you aren't supposed to play with. You still love phones and remotes and reach for them at any chance.

My latest trick is giving you random objects that I never thought would interest you. Spoons, plastic cups, measuring ups, Tupperware, and granola bars and packages of popcorn (you love the crinkle sound from the wrapper). You have most definitely outgrown your bouncer and the Bumbo now that you are sitting up on your own, and have pretty much outgrown your swing. Now that you are crawling, I'm sure you'll be everywhere!

We love you to pieces and are looking forward to the next milestone!

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On the Dot

This weekend was a big deal.

We went to a friend's wedding, spent time with Gammy, and braved the heat to have lunch on the Plaza, but that's not the big part.

We hit a milestone. A big milestone that will bring trouble. Lots of trouble.

Big Boy crawled. Seven months on the dot.

And not just a few inches. He covered some serious carpet chasing a newspaper. He was so determined to get that newspaper.*

If I ever figure out how to get a video off my phone (too big to email), I will share it with you.

Pretty cool seeing my boy grow up.

Brian was at work when he took his first stride. On a Sunday afternoon.

It's been a little rough at the Kutter household lately. Work life interferring with family life. Little moments we are missing out on together.

Brian has been putting in some serious hours, not a day off in two weeks. He sacrificed seeing our little booger for days at a time. And me...reliving the single parenting days.

We met Dad at the Plaza Friday evening, just so he could have 30 minutes with us.

We stopped by the Plaza fountains so big boy could experience one of the finest the City of Fountains offers.

He thought it was pretty cool.

And today? Today, big boy had to get picked up from daycare because of a fever. Well hello nasty cold.

Needless to say, all three of us need a vacation.

Lucky for us, there is light. Three more days and we'll get a break.

I can't wait. A whole week with my babies.

*Gammy brought the newspaper, I haven't read an actual newspaper in...ever. I wonder if he would have crawled without it? It was the only thing he would move for. I guess the KC Star is good for something.

Love Me Some Friday

TOP | baby bjorn at work | sailor hat

MIDDLE | fathers day gift from C | playtime before beddie bye | mediterranean pizza

BOTTOM | sophie | downtown KC | peas and quiet...ha

TOP | you so funny ma | m&m's should stick to what they know...waste of calories | I do it myself mom

MIDDLE | lunch at the brick | mohawk | just another day in the exersaucer

BOTTOM | father's day card | nakey baby | pureed carrots

Happy weekending! 

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Let's Play Catch Up

It's not Friday, but I missed Friday Phone Dump last week.

So lucky for you, you get to see gobs of instagrams this week.

Ready to play?

Too bad. You get 'em anyways.

TOP | daddy and carson playing | baby shoes...especially flip flops, I die

MIDDLE | sunday brunch, yes please | my boy in his highchair | hooties

BOTTOM | my boys | i can't really pull off green nail polish, but i'll try | the cutest dude and ma

TOP | fervere bakery downtown | beverage tub as makeshift pool | at the doc

MIDDLE | downtown lunch at tannin | C in his frog bib | bloody anyone?

BOTTOM | big eyed boy | cool light fixture | gettin insane with shawn t

The Dirty Thirty

Someone once told me that age 30 is the age you start acting like your parents.

Brian and his Momma

I'm pretty sure this isn't true, since our parents can't take shots like Brian did on his birthday.

We reserved the back room at Tanner's and had our closest friends and family present.

I didn't get many pics of the birthday boy because he was too busy taking shots. Seriously.

This guy is thirty.

He wanted to make sure you knew by pointing at himself. Old Man - right here.

I had a sign and everything. Happy 30th Old Man. I forgot to take a pic.

But guess what I didn't forget to do? Check in on the babysitter.

Yep, we had our first real babysitting experience folks. 

No, it wasn't the first time we left our kid to go out. It was the first time we left him with a teenager, and someone that wasn't family or friends.

Let's just say we'll be hiring the babysitter again. We can't beat $5 an hour*.

*Her mother who is a co-worker told me to pay her this much. What a steal!

**The babysitter met Eric before the party.  The text message she sent to her mother after we left...

"Have you ever met Krista's brother...HOT!"

Bahahahahaha!

D is for Daddy

If Carson could talk, I think he would say that he couldn't have picked a better daddy.

First Father's Day

Carson + Daddy

June 17, 2012

Capturing the Changes

Life is busy.

The crazy, pull-your-hair-out kind of busy.

And I'm revisiting my single mom days this weekend because the husband will be out of town. Not for work. For play.

Twenty five guys at the lake of the Ozarks for a bachelor party. Over Father's Day.

Good thing he packed Pedialyte. Seriously, he really did. I'll let you know how it works for him. He's going to need it if it's anything like his recent 30th birthday party.

I wasn't aware just how far behind I actually was on blogging until I downloaded pics from my camera for the first time in a few weeks.

Geez, I take a lot of photos.

How can I not? When I have this little booger as my model?

Me, always pulling out the camera not to miss one single moment of my changing boy. Snap, Snap, Snap.

And times that by a hundred for each sitting. Seriously, I'm a crazy person. What is a mom to do with thousands and thousands of photos?

As I sift through these thousands of photos I capture, I wonder how a mom can take so many pictures of her child just sitting there. I try to delete them, but can only manage a handful.

I hesitate, and stop, and question...whether I really want to press down my index finger making the photo disappear forever. Our memories vanished.

It's quite the dilemma for me I tell ya.

I know every mom says this, but I can't believe how fast he is growing up.

It feels like just yesterday he was wearing this outfit. One of my faves.

He couldn't sit up. He wouldn't turn in the direction of sound. He wasn't eating real food. He wasn't pooping real poops.

He wasn't yet antagonizing Jake.

 

He wasn't going outside as much because his mama was worried about his precious skin.

He wasn't yet big enough to be pushed in a swing. And he definitely wasn't gnawing on a dirty rubber swing.

And he most certainly wasn't doing this:

Where has my little boy gone? I swear, trouble is approaching.

He'll be crawling soon. And walking. And talking. And one day, he'll be telling me he hates my guts and that I'm the worst mom ever.

We haven't even started baby proofing the house. Oh dear.

There are so many things I look forward to. Milestones and experiences I know I will pack away in my head forever.

There will be vacations and sports, homework and school field days, visits from the tooth fairy and birthday parties. Christmas mornings, oh I can't wait.  

And mud, boy will there by mud! And probably even broken bones.

I know those days will be super fun. Of course they will be.

But, for now, can life please just stop?

I want to enjoy it. And wrap myself in it. So I can savor every precious moment with my changing boy.

Solids Are In

I like stripes, I really do, but solids are the choice this week.

I'm talking about solid food my peeps.

Big Boy is quite the little eater. He loves his sweet potatoes.

Oh you liked the sweet potatoes? How about some more? How about three times a day for five days straight?

Mmm kay Mom.

Daddy* tried them too.

When you start solids, you follow the 5-day rule to monitor any reactions they might have. So, Carson will get sweet potatoes for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next 5 days.

Then, we'll move to peas. Maybe green beans. I haven't decided yet.

Carson can now relate to big brother Jake. Eating the same meal over and over and over.

This great site follows the 4-day rule and provides a ton of great 'make-your-own-baby-food' recipes for all stages of solids.

Yep folks, I will win the mommy of the year award for making my own baby food.

Just kidding. It's really super easy and I only plan to do veggies, fruits and a few combos of the two.

Making my own baby food was something I never thought I would do. I also didn't think I would successfully breastfeed for 6+ months either (I'm too impatient), but I'm still going strong.

Well, after hearing how easy it is to make your own baby food, it's a no brainer.

Thanks to a great suggestion from my extremely talented pediatrician friend, these trays are working out great.

So Easy...for real.

Cook, puree, distribute, freeze, pop out, store and repeat.

That way we will have lots of sweet potatoes on hand and ready to go for Big Boy.

I heard starting solids would be an adventure. Not to mention the mind blowing, rank-ass poopy diapers they cause.

Not gonna lie, the poops are thicker and way too similar to ours. Yesterday, I got to experience what I call a 'sweet potato patty poop cake'.

Just use your imagine. I'm sure next week we'll experience green poop cakes.

Ok, I'm done talking about poop today, promise.

Off to make and freeze some baby food. Bye Bye!

*Don't you just love the husband's cutoff? We keep it classy around here.

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