Conversations with Isaiah 01.01

This morning Lola jumped up on the chair next to where Isaiah was eating his breakfast. He pointed right at her and said "Hey! Cat!" I guess he was afraid she'd swipe some of his Cheerios!

Isaiah Firsts

Isaiah had a BIG night of firsts! He ate at the table like a big boy (which was a good time) and got his hair cut (which was very traumatic!)

Isaiah @ 1 Year

Stats

25 lbs, 5 oz (95%)

31 1/2" (95%)

One year ago today I gave birth to my beautiful, sweet, adorable baby boy.

I can't imagine anything coming close to this...unless I'm lucky enough to have another one some day. (Which I really hope happens...I'd like Isaiah to have a sibling.)

I know I've been down in the dumps lately...I'm guessing it has a lot to do with how gray it's been lately. Very little sun, the snow's melted so that gray film is on everything. It's depressing.

I may get overwhelmed with everything some days, but today is not about what's going wrong, or stressing me, or giving me problems. 

Today is about my precious boy.

I still check to make sure he's breathing every time I wake up at night. He's still nursing (though only 3 times with any regularity)...and I'm hoping will keep it up for at least 3 more months. He's down to only waking up twice a night...the first time Jeremy usually gets him and the second I bring him in bed with me.

I honestly never though I'd be lucky enough to have children....more because it was something I wanted so badly and I didn't think I would be able to have something I longed for so much.

Granted, things could have been a LOT different....and if they had they'd possibly/probably be much easier for me.

I just have to remember I've come SO FAR in just one short year.

I have a car now.

We have a place to live that is safe, and comfortable, and (rented but) our own...no more living with whoever is willing to live with a baby.

Jeremy fell head over heals for his son.

But, MOST importantly....Isaiah is happy, healthy, and growing. Getting in to everything, jabbering in his own language, and learning to walk. He likes to throw balls (or have them bounced off his head) and has this one stuffed kitty we found that he REALLY likes. He's started to snuggle with stuffed animals (it's soooo cute!) and loves to feed himself. He will gobble up green beans, and cheese, and spaghetti (which makes a phenomenal mess!) and bananas. He dances when there's bouncy music playing (like right now with Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious).

First (Real) Word

Today while we were sitting in my mom's living room, playing with Christmas presents, the neighbor dog came up to her back (sliding glass) door. This is nothing new, he does it all the time. I think he likes to play with Walter. What WAS new was Isaiah pointing right at him and saying "dog"! Clear as day, like he'd been doing it all along. Of course, we all got excited and clapped. First real word! My mom insists "uhoh" doesn't count.

Starting to Talk

Isaiah started saying "uhoh" tonight! I've been trying to get him to do it for a week or so (mostly saying it when he drops something or when we're playing with the blocks and he knocks them over) and tonight, after bathtime, he just randomly started saying it! I hope he'll actually do it for Jeremy....so far he's refused to say "icky" for him :(

Messy Face!

Have I mentioned Isaiah's started to climb the stairs? Its kind of cool but mostly terrifying. He can't get up too high on his own yet but I'm sure it won't take long. We have tried a couple baby gates and can't find one to work! The molding along the bottom is so high and the railing so low that there's nothing thin enough to fit in between. We can't put it on top of the molding because only 3 of the pressure points will hit it so that 4th place is just wobbly and it can just be pulled right down.

Isaiah is getting really good at feeding himself. He actually gets to eat what we have a couple nights a week. The other night we had spaghetti and the boy ended up orange from his eyebrows to his belly button! Another night we had lasagna and I don't think he got QUITE as orange, but I DID get a picture that night.

For Your Enjoyment:

Bad Mommy Moment

I was letting Isaiah play with my drawers of stuff and keeping a pretty close eye on him while hanging this mirror I got from my mom. He was messing around and dumped out my drawer full of medicine which I grabbed from him (or so I thought). When I was finished I started cleaning up everything (he'd made a MESS!) and found one random loose Tylenol. I freaked out for half a second before I decided there was probably no way that he had eaten one (the one I found was obviously untouched) without me noticing. There's no way he could have swallowed it without choking and if he had licked it or tried to bite it he would have spit it out. Still, to be safe I called poison control and they said he would have had to eat 4 before he had liver toxicity.

Still, I feel like a bad mom. How could I have missed the loose one? Four is bad for him, but even ONE wouldn't be good! And she said there aren't any symptoms with Tylenol.

He's fine....that's what matters.

I got him to say "icky" today! It was so funny....he found my can of WD-40 on a low shelf and grabbed it. I took it from him and said "no, icky, icky" and put it higher up. He said "icky" and went about grabbing stuff to play with.

He caught me on the computer and now wants attention.