Chris is playing softball for our church this summer and they have games a few nights a week. Jayce really likes to go and watch all of the activity and his face lights up whenever he realizes that one of the guys out there is his dad. This evening was no exception.
Thanks for the pictures Jess, they turned out beautiful!!
We make a bit of a production of telling Chris goodbye in the morning-there is waving and kisses and Jayce watches him go out the door. But when Chris is home, if he leaves the room Jayce will suddenly look up from whatever he is playing with and take off after him towards the garage, laundry room, bathroom, etc. This picture below is from when Jayce encountered a closed bathroom door and had to sit outside, miserably. Before I grabbed the camera, he had been laying down on his stomach looking under the door. After this he started crying until Chris came out.
Worth noting. (for Erin)
Even Kadison agrees that it's a good read. I just hope she doesn't finish it before I do.
What is not listed on their website is that they are my brother and sister-in-law, and they are great! Their previous records have been produced by Mitch Dane (ever heard of Jars of Clay?), and Ric Hordinski (ever heard of Over the Rhine or Phil Keaggy?), and this time they are working with Grammy award winning producer Malcom Burn, (ever heard of Bob Dylan, Emmylou Harris, Sarah McLachlan, Ryan Adams, etc), and we are so excited for them!!
Week 1: A few steps and a dive.
Week 2: Some improvement, walking and yelling.
Week 3: Showing off, walking up our sloped cement driveway.
I was sooooo mad that night! (I think those postpartum hormones had bumped what would have been a "2" on the mad scale to an "8.") I remember Chris telling me that he would buy another plaster set and we could try again, and me replying, "Yeah, but he'll never be 9 days old again!" I thought it was a good point at the time, again maybe those hormones, but told him not to worry about the plaster and just used a stamp pad to ink his hand and foot print in his baby book.
Anyway, I was thinking about this the other day when I came across a similar plaster set at the store. Feeling too cheap to shell out $15 (seriously?) for such a thing, I figured that I could make something similar with some help from the craft aisle.
For under $4 I got these little wooden plaques, and some stain that would match the wood in Jayce's room. I have some paint leftover from the art that Justin painted for his nursery, so I figured I would use that for hand prints and foot prints. I stained the wood during Jayce's nap, grabbed the paint when he woke up, strapped a large plastic bib on him, and sat down to what I wrongly assumed would be an easy project.
If you have ever attempted, or succeeded at this task, then you may already realize how grand my optimism was that morning. As soon as the paint was on Jayce's hand he started grabbing at the plaques, so paint was smeared all over them, but not in hand print form. When I restrained his arms he tried to twist out of my grip, resulting in paint on his shorts, my pants, his arms and the table. I scooped him up and headed for the bathtub, but when I let go of his arms to turn on the water he managed to smear paint on the shower curtains, floor, tiles, etc.
I am still finding this green paint: A little more on the shower curtain last night, some on the floor this morning, and permanently set in my pants and his shorts. I managed to clean the plaques up for the most part, I'm just going to buff off a little of the green smears that are still showing, re-stain, and attempt later to get foot prints. I hope that this will go much more easily, and if not, please let me know if you see plaster sets anywhere for under $15.
Does anybody else have any favorites worth sharing?
I can not begin to describe, and probably won't publicly, all of the joy that this union has brought. I'm so glad that after 9 years together we are still best friends, and continue to choose to love one another every day. Thank you for an amazing 6 years!
I was very disappointed this morning when I called to sign Jayce up for story time, and you told me that there were "no more spots."
When you said that there were "no more spots," did you mean that you have no more chairs? Because I have a lawn chair. So don't worry about the whole "spots" thing, because Jayce and I will be just fine in our lawn chair on Tuesday.
I understood when you say that you need to limit the amount of kids, as to keep better control of the group. When I say that "I understood," what I mean is that I literally understood the words. What you may not understand is that I have been to story time many times when there is this limited amount of kids, and by no means is the group under control. I think this is going to go without saying since it is a group of babies age 6 months-2 years.
I remember when I first came to the library and you gave me a tour, inquired as to the age of my then 4 month old baby, and told me that once he was 6 months old he could attend story time. When he reached this age and was signed up, you explained how I should call and notify you if Jayce was unable to attend on any given week. I thought at the time that perhaps you took your job just a little too seriously, since this is a free program put on by the local library, and Jayce wasn't actually receiving college credit for attending the 20 minute session. But I agreed to the rules anyway.
Thank you ever so much for putting me on your waiting list, behind those other few that you kindly assured me would not be able to attend either. I will mentally change my Tuesday at 10 am plans to a question mark for the next 6 weeks, and eagerly anticipate your call to let me know that a spot has freed up. Or, if you would rather just tell me in person, I'll be a few aisles over, during story time, clapping and singing along with my baby.
And as I type, I have realize that I may have willingly but unknowingly given my son a mullet.
Unfortunately, that didn't really happen. Jayce has a few teeth coming in so he's been extra sensitive. At the moment he has the emotional capacity of a premenstrual teenage girl. A few days ago he looked at me as he threw something on the floor from his highchair, I shook my head at him, and he burst into tears. This was not an easy day.
Friday we went for his 1 year shots, which he has never really had any reaction to in the past other than crying at the initial prick, so I wasn't worried going into it. He was supposed to get 3 shots, but when the nurse was giving him his third one, somehow she jerked or he smacked her hand or something, and she ended up pricking him and then pricking herself with the same needle. He had to get his third shot redone, and have some blood drawn to be tested, as is protocol for this sort of thing. I am confident that he doesn't have HIV, AIDS, or Hep C, but they had to do the tests anyway.
I can assure you that there is little as sad as having to restrain your child while he has his blood drawn, especially after he has already been stuck 4 times in the last 15 minutes and knows that something bad is coming. Luckily Chris did the restraining, but I still had to watch. Jayce was doing the full blown crying too: sharp breaths while his head snapped to the side, tears streaming off his cheeks and dripping onto the arm that Chris was holding him with, and some good wails. It was sad sad sad.
Unfortunately the weekend didn't get much better. Jayce woke up with a fever the next morning and has had one ever since. His temperature continued to climb despite regular doses of Tylenol. Motrin is helping a little, but he's been 101s to 103s continually. As you might imagine he hasn't been too happy of a kid, he wants to be held constantly and doesn't really want to play. This calm and snugly version of our baby is sweet, but when he's so warm I'm worried about my body heat keeping him from cooling off very much.
He did take a good long nap on Saturday and Chris and I dashed off in different directions, still trying to make this a productive weekend. He went outside to mowing, weed eating and mulch beds, and I headed towards laundry, cleaning bathrooms, sorting clothes for consignment and dishes. So we did get a little bit done.
Anyway, there are several other things that are going on/have gone on that I want to write about, but this one is currently overshadowing all else and I think I just needed to rant a little. He is currently taking a nap and I should be doing the same. Darn that delicious coffee!
So when do I reach the point where a constant fever is something to be concerned about and not just to be attributed to shots and teething?