On Friday, we had a second day of Thanksgiving, complete with some of our most favorite people and turkey-day leftovers. My cousin's wife and I went to Disney on Ice with the girls, while guys stayed home with the babies.
On Saturday, Sasha and I went shopping and ran into Belle and Rapunzel in a bookstore! Sasha was so excited! Afterwards we headed into the city to the Museum of Natural History with my sister.
Today, my sweet boy is 8 months old. It doesn't really sound like a lot, but my sister said "Happy 2/3 of a year to Max" and that sounded a lot closer to a year (and therefore a toddler) than I'd like.
This kid just melts my heart. He's been attempting to say "mama" for a couple of weeks now and just the other day started attempting "papa". Sasha is working on teaching him how to say her name, not successfully so far. He's trying to figure out the crawling thing: he gets up on all fours and just stands there concentrating for a while before plopping back down on his belly. But he's really good at getting around if he needs to, by either army crawling or rolling around. He's still eating mostly purees, although I've started making them a lot less liquid. We gave him puffs about a week ago and he's quickly becoming a pro at the pincer grip. He's still nursing, although I think my supply is being funky, so we're working on it. Still only two teeth, but I suspect he's working on his two upper teeth as well. He's started waving, although it looks more like him hitting whoever is holding him or the floor if he's sitting on his own. He loves to stand and is getting really god at it!
Today, we celebrated Thanksgiving with our parents and grandmas. It was a nice and quiet day. It was nice. It was reflective. Today (and always) we are so thankful for our big crazy loud family, for all the love and care that surrounds us. I am especially thankful for my little girl and my little guy and their amazing father, I couldn't have asked for a more perfect family.
And we may or may not have forgotten to take a picture of Max with the turkey leg (he was asleep when it was served), so we took some the next day, aka the second day of Thanksgiving.
We celebrated Z's uncle's birthday this weekend. Sasha's cousin Jonathan came too and the kids had the best time playing together! And there was a puppy who was teased and chased by two rambunctious kids. It was fun.
I've been getting this question ever since Max was born. He slept through the night a handful of times before he was 6 months old, then we sleep trained him, because it was getting exhausting for everybody involved. And he slept wonderfully for a month or so. And then something called "the wonder weeks" (which, by the way, is a completely misleading term) hit: babies going through these periods are fussy, clingy, and sleep less, mostly because they're learning a big new skill - in our case, I think it's crawling. And on top of that, some babies can have nightmares around 8 months. So my sweet little boy wakes up at least once or twice a night screaming bloody murder. He calms down as soon as I pick him up and rock him, so I know it's not his tummy or his teeth, or a myriad other things that could be bothering him. And it makes me so sad. This has been going on for almost 2 weeks now and it can't end soon enough.