Lyndon has started to dress himself...

Project Runway Jr., anyone?

8 months!

First of all, let me just say that I find it hilarious (and completely appropriate) that my last post for two months was the "hey look, Kieran is crawling!" post. Clearly, I have been too busy chasing around a newly mobile baby to post. But today, I have a few moments (at least until somebody wakes up). So.

As of yesterday, Kieran was 8 months old! Yikes!

Since my last post, he has been perfecting his crawling, standing, and pulling-up technique and is now something of a pro. And yesterday, we added cruising to that list. That's right; he successfully cruised halfway around the coffee table in pursuit of Lyndon's sippy cup. I let him have it; I figured he earned it. Don't tell Lyndon.

I took him to the doctor this morning for his first ear infection, and they plopped him on the scale. And my jaw hit the floor.

20 lbs. 3 oz.

At 8 months, he has officially outgrown an infant carseat.

He is so ridiculously curious and jumps headfirst (sometimes literally) into everything. He's the opposite of his petite, cautious older brother in almost every way.

But, the two of them have started to play together anyway. Or, rather, Kieran tries to join in with Lyndon, and from the living room, I hear, "No, Kieran! No have that!"

Lyndon and I have been having long discussions on the topic of sharing. One of the benefits of having a crazy little brother.

proof, part 2: he crawls!

 

I made this video last week, and he's only gotten better since then. He's recently started to try to pull himself up, and if you hold his hands, he will take a step or two. I think I may have an early walker on my hands!

proof, part 1: he sits!

In my last post, I claimed that 6 month-old Kieran is sitting and crawling. I realized that I should post some irrefutable proof of this so I don't get blasted for lying... or maybe just because it's cute. Either way, here he is:

6 months! (Also, teeth.)

Kieran is 6 months old!

And, boy, is he delightful! He smiles and laughs almost constantly, sleeps like a Calvinist, and eats everything I give him. He can play by himself on the floor for 10 or 15 minutes, but he also loves playing with us. Peek-a-boo is a favorite game now. He's sitting. And crawling. He loves being mobile and is so curious about everything. He's pretty much given up his third nap, except on particularly busy days. He's a little snugglebug and will eat up affection with a spoon.

He has two teeth, on the bottom, right in the middle. He had a bit of trouble when they first came in, but a little extra love and a bit of ibuprofen got him through the worst of it, and now he's back to his happy self. You can just barely see them in this picture, but it's the best one I've got.

I took both boys to the library today, and felt, for the first time, like I was traveling with two kids, instead of one kid and one baby. Oy, they grow up so fast.

Welcome to my world.

jury duty update

Desk attendant (male): Do you have your summons?
Me: Yes. I also have a baby.
Desk attendant (male): Um... you can't bring a baby in here.
Me: Well, I got a summons, and, despite a doctor's note saying that he is exclusively breastfed and won't take a bottle, I was told to come in anyway. So here we are.
Desk attendant (male): Uh... hold on one second. (Looks across at his [female] co-worker. They mumble to each other for a few seconds.)
Desk attendant (female): Have a seat in that room over there.
Me: (Gathers things and sits in small, empty room next to reception desk.)

Desk attendant (female): Ms. Peterson?
Me: Yes?
Desk attendant (female): I can give you until October. Will that work?
Me: Well, he won't be a year old until January, but by October, he should at least be eating... other things. So, yes. October.
Desk attendant (female): You'll get your new paperwork in the mail.
Me: Do I need to pay for my parking, or will you validate it anyway?
Desk attendant (female): I'm really not supposed to, but I will, since you shouldn't have been forced to come here anyway. I don't know what my supervisor was thinking.
Me: (beaming) Yeah, me neither. Thank you very much.

And then I left. And that was the end of that. A giant waste of everyone's time (and a little money as well) that nevertheless ended with some respect for a woman's right to raise her children. Nameless female desk attendant, you have restored what little faith I had in local government.

And, I'm sort of sorry that I threw my banana peel on the floor of your parking garage. Sort of.