Crawling's the big one, and while JJ is trying REALLY DANGED HARD, he's not quite there yet. He's got the motion of arms & and the motion of legs, and he's got that he needs to push up with his arms and push forward with his feet, but he hasn't quite figured out how to coordinate it all so he doesn't smoosh his face into the mattress. It infuriates the poor guy, and I'm sitting there biting my lip because the baby rage is just that hilarious. *I will .... NOT... laugh... at my child... with, yes. At, no.*
Minnows is being extremely tolerant
of JJ using him for a stability-assist!
Last Saturday (4/28), JJ abruptly decided that he no longer needed three naps every day. Which, despite the fact that I missed it at first and tried for the next two days to coax him into taking a third full nap, is a relief. My little guy needs a minimum of 90 minutes of continuous sleep in order to really be alert and happy and functional. He doesn't get it, he is a GRUMPY BEAR. Coordinating three naps of a minimum of 90 minutes each (and no longer than an hour and forty-five) left very little room in the day for getting anything else done, and getting out of the house was difficult to the point of not being worth the effort. = Stir-Crazy Laura. So, after deciding on Tuesday "Okay, bug, we'll try it your way and see what happens", on Sunday I am happy to acknowledge defeat. Oh, he was super fussy the first day, but each day he gets a little happier, a little less screechy, a little less tired, and...
... (wait for it)...
HE HAS STOPPED WAKING ME UP FOUR FREAKING TIMES EVERY NIGHT. We're down to one middle-of-the-night feed, somewhere between one and three in the morning depending on how many times he fussed up for food after bedtime, and that, friends, is a routine I can totally deal with. I no longer feel the daily constant need to crash on the couch every time the baby is asleep.
He's also gone back to very quick transitions into sleep, thank God.
I LIKE letting him nurse for the first 10-15 minutes of a nap...
he is one limp baby going into the cosleeper!
I had to get some new binkies a week or so back, when I caught JJ trying to stuff his entire Soothie into his mouth. Yes, I know, I mentioned that particular pitfall when I reviewed the Soothie. So when I caught JJ doing exactly that thing, I took the Soothie away, gave him one of our less than preferred binkies as a temporary fix, and ordered him some more age-appropriate binkies from the same supplier... product review coming soon!
Last, but certainly not least, "Stranger Danger" has indeed reared its ugly head. Now, John is having some trouble with the concept... when I mentioned it to him, he looked at me like I was a little bit bats and said "I don't really see how Grandma is a stranger..." *shakes head* He's a guy, he's literal like that... shoulda figured. Anyway, JJ has pretty much decided that only Mommy and Daddy are acceptable, and does the Little Screech Owl thing (but mad/sad) whenever I leave him with Grandma, even for a few minutes. (Rest assured, I still DO, if only because I need sunlight and sexytime every once in a very great while.)
What can I say... he's my little snug-a-bug!