crib toys?

What keeps your child occupied in the mornings?  What do they love?  

We have a lovie that we LOVE, but looking for something to occupy for a little while when he wakes up in the AM. 

Ps.  IF you are going to lecture me on not having anything in his crib... please proceed to the next blog.

11 months

You're a big boy.  You're almost too tall for you infant carrier.  You wear size 3 diapers, but I know that won't be for much longer so I've been buying size 4.  You pull up and cruise on everything.  Everywhere.  You love to lay all over Maggie and pat pat pat her.  She doesn't mind.  You also like to drop snacks on the ground and say uh-ohhhhhhhhhh.  Stinker.  You say mama, dada, dog, something that sounds like maggie, door, down, sign eat, sign all done, we're working on "milk."  You are mostly down to nursing just 2x per day.  You NEED a snack when you wake up from your nap.  Need.  I'm pretty sure you'd also nurse forever.  You just spent a week with Glammy and Poppy and did really well.  So did I!  That was probably more of the miracle.  you snort like a pig. It is THE CUTEST THING EVER.  You lean your head bag and give me a big squinty face smile.  I love it.  You like the pool.  You love climbing up the slide.  You are the joy of our lives.  We can think of nothing else that we could love more.  You LOVE to come and get in bed with mama and dada in the mornings and climb all over us.  Hang over the side of the bed and say da da daaaaaaaaa to try and get Gizmo to come out.  You've taken steps--2 with me.  Apparently 4 with Frances, but I'm choosing to not acknowledge those.  We just booked flights to go visit Amy and Jordan in Michigan--your first trip!  And we can't wait!

I love you.  Can't believe you are such a big boy.  I can't believe you are only a year old and I can't imagine life without you.

Separation Anxiety.

My baby is one week shy of being ONE.  Being a TODDLER.  Maybe I should do an 11 month posting?  I'll try to do that this weekend.  He's cute, I'll tell you that much.  Yesterday he gota  big boy haircut--and took 2 steps.  And did the laundry.  wait, no... no one has done any laundry at my house in a week.  Whatevs.

So I took G$ to the doctor on Wednesday because he's not been napping well since we got home (from our week at camp, his week at Glammy and Poppy's.)  He wakes up from naps after only an hour, crying, he wakes up in the middle of the night, crying, he wakes up in the morning crying.  This is SO not normal for us.  So I thought perhaps he had a hidden ear infection or something?  No, she thinks it's separation anxiety. 

Problem--he doesn't mind daycare at all.  He reaches his arms out for Frances.  He doesn't always want to leave when I get there.  I'm not sure what to do.  I'm also in the process of weaning.  Which was going well.  He was nursing once in the morning and once at night--but in the middle of the night in the escalating tears and screaming--all I can think of... is that I have a magic boob.  What I'm fearful of is going back.  I don't want to reinstill that we answer every call.  He had JUST started sleeping through the night when we left.  When I try to look up what I'm supposed to do all I find are other parents in the same situation looking for answers.  So, what's the answer? 

So we are a tired household.  Tired baby.  Ttired mama.  Tired dada. 

Um, fix it? 

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Mommy advice.

It's time for another car seat.  We have the Roundabout 55 and he's now outgrowing his keyfit 30.  Soooooooooooooo what do we do?  I'm considering the myride 65, evenflo triumph advance, ug ug ug.  What do I do?  go the britax route again?

Can someone else do this for me?  My mind is currently filled with impact statistics and thinking about what he'll weigh when and how tall and when we get a booster etc.

I'm going off the map.

Well, not technically.  Technically, I'm going to camp.  i will, however, be off the grid, and on a golf cart terrorizing young children.  Eating too much.  Having too many diet cokes, (not the roman coke variety... xoxo roman coke, I'll see you and your friend, the hydrating glass of white wine in a week) and generally avoiding being in the same outfits as high school girls.  Because, really, they win everytime.  Good for them I left my super short denim shorts behind.  Kidding.  I brought them.  Kidding.  I despise when I see girls in them.  I will be saying things like, "unroll your shorts.  are you making good choices?  please stop touching one another."  Those are constants in my high school friend world.

I'm leaving my baby for a WEEK.  A WEEK.  Well, ok, he'll probably come visit every other day, but still he isn't with me all the time.  Sad.  I'm going to make it though.  Breakdown from missing my baby?  soon.  It's coming friends.  It's coming. 

I'll be making inside jokes, sweating my face off, and laughing a lot.  It's pretty good times this camp world.  It's just not high on the internet grid. 

I need some more hours.

I need them in my day.  I need them to get the aforementioned waxing.  I need them so I can do my job, be a mom, run, mentor a running group, fundraise, plan and direct a camp for 200 high schoolers, do laundry, clean etc.  I.  do.  not.  have.  time.

I do not.  So sitting down to blog seems overwhelming.  Have I mentioned my baby is on the down slide to 1?  Like, in less than a month.  Meaning, I haven't posted his 11 month info, yet.  Oh, so you can add party planning to that paragraph up top.

Camp starts on Sunday and we leave tomorrow.  Maybe I should pack?  or clean?  Or do laundry so that I can pack and clean?  I'm impressed with you people out there who seem to have it all together, have time for the blogs, have time to edit and post pics because basically... when I go into stress mode it's like I can't do ANYTHING.  So, you're like, hey in this amount of time you could have written a meaningful post.  But, I can't.  Because I'm sitting here thinking about all of the things I need to do.  It's circular, I know.

Get.  it.  together.