Friday, December 31, 2010

Finally Home

Jude is finally getting to sleep in his cozy, familiar, crib. Jude and mama have been gone for nearly two weeks visiting family and celebrating Christmas non-stop. The last few nights of our traveling Jude just about gave up on sleeping in his final pack n' play. He had finally had enough of inconsistent bedrooms and cribs.

We only took one million pictures of Jude's first Christmas. I won't post all one million, but maybe several hundred to document our time.

Spending the night with all the cousins at Pops and Grammy's house and waking up early to unwrap presents like a pack of hyenas:  (I told Grammy next Christmas the jammies need to be polka-dots instead of super heroes. But then again, how much fun would that be? ...or how quiet would that be?)

All the kids received straws in the shape of glasses and even Jude was able to join in on the fun despite his inability to sip out of straws yet:

Santa Clause at the mall charges you $22 to get pictures. Therefore Grandma Suzanne took pictures like a silent ninja behind the professional photographer. Jude did just fine with Santa. No screaming, just inquisitive stares.

However, in Broken Arrow we drove by a used car lot that Santa Claus just so happened to be at too. He was waving at all the cars, so we pulled up and I yelled, "Can I take a picture of you with my baby?" And he said, "Ho ho ho. Yes!"

With that answer, we knew we had the real Santa.
Still no screaming, just inquisitive stares:

Cairo, Cohen, Jude and precious Caroline:

Jude mastering the toddler walker at Grandma Suzanne's. He became addictive with it.
He was shirtless because Cohen and Cairo were somehow shirtless. And Jude wants to be just like his cousins.

Jude's first two encounters with Santa Clause were pretty uneventful. However, Santa Claus surprised everybody at Grandma Suzanne's house. But this time it was past Jude's bedtime and he wanted nothing to do with the beautiful Santa. He was the opposite of inquisitive stares.

After spending a week in Oklahoma, we spent some time in Missouri with the rest of the family.
Brett's parents house in rural Missouri:

Just kidding. That's their hunting cabin out in the hills of Missouri. I seriously did not think we were going to make it out of there in all that snow. Thank God for 4 wheel drive. Kidding aside, it was absolutely beautiful. Jude's going to love spending hunting season with his Grandpa at the cabin.(!)

Jude and his cousin Whitman and their matching Christmas sweaters.

Jude spent most of his time learning the word "gentle." Or rather, ignoring the word gentle:

He all too often mistook Whitman for a toy.

I'll spare you all the details of trying to get back to New York during a blizzard. Or maybe, I'll post that story another day.
Tears were involved.
Yelling at taxi drivers was also involved.
But we're warm and Jude's cozy in his own crib sleeping like a champ.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

We Hate Radiators

a. an unforeseen and unplanned event or circumstance
b. an unfortunate event resulting especially from carelessness or ignorance
c. an unexpected happening causing loss or injury which is not due to any fault or misconduct on the part of the person injured

Webster couldn't have said it any better. Well (b) is kind of insulting. But nonetheless we had an unfortunate accident caused by our stupid radiators. Oh how we miss the good ol' Midwest where central heat and air isn't just for the millionaires.

On Friday afternoon Jude touched one of the pipes leading to the radiator...mama looked away for literally 2 seconds. But that's all it took.

The radiators in the living and Jude's room are turned off for this exact reason. However the pipe leading to the radiator still gets hot. Sporadically, mind you. I'm in the habit of checking the pipe (the stupid pipe that I have no control over). However on Friday afternoon I neglected to check the pipe. I guess if we're gonna believe Webster, I was careless and/or ignorant.

We thank God that he only touched the pipe with a small portion of his hand, that he didn't blister his palms used daily for mobility, or that he didn't touch it with his face.
He only screamed for about 2 or 3 minutes and then was his happy normal self, using his hand as if nothing had ever happened.
We almost got through his entire first year without using any medication. But on Friday I was just too worried the pain would get too intense and we gave him his first dose of infant ibuprofen. (Which if you didn't already know baby medication is made mostly of SUGAR. So after about 20 minutes of giving him the pain reliever, he was a happy, hyper, little baby. Sheesh.)

This first pick was taken on day two, when part of the blister was gone:

This is a pic of the blister today (4 days later). It's already begun to scab and looking good.

I fear this is only the beginning of Jude's accidents. All I could think about when I was holding Jude's hands under running water brother scalping his head as a little boy by trying to ride his bike under a rusty fence....and my little nephew Cairo burning both of his palms on a fireplace. 

...and did I mention what our landlord told me the week we moved in?  He said something like this, "You should do what the dinosaurs did. After he touches it once, he won't go back. Stop being an Oklahoma mother Ohburn."
I guess the dinosaurs didn't know best in this circumstance because Jude still wants to touch the radiators and pipes. Hmm.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Christmas Came Early to New York

Everything was ready. The moment God had been waiting for was here at last! God was coming to help his people, just as he promised in the beginning. 
But how would he come? What would he be like? What would he do?
Mountains would have bowed down. Seas would have roared. Trees would have clapped their hands. But the earth held its breath. As silent as snow falling, he came in. And when no one was looking, in the darkness, he came.
...And there in the stable, amongst the chickens and the donkeys and the cows, in the quiet of the night, God gave the world his wonderful gift. The baby that would change the world was born. His baby Son.
Mary and Joseph wrapped him up to keep him warm. They made a soft bed of straw and used the animals' feeding trough as his cradle. And they gazed in wonder at God's Great Gift, wrapped in swaddling clothes, and lying in a manger.
Mary and Joseph named him Jesus, "Emmanuel"--which means "God has come to live with us."
Because, of course, he had.
~Written by Sally Lloyd-Jones

Today, we celebrated Christmas as a family of three at home before all the crazy holiday traveling begins. 

Brett reading the Christmas story to Jude out of The Jesus Storybook Bible:

And of course Jude wanted to kiss the people in the pictures:

Santa brought Jude a football, basketball, soccer ball and lots and lots of books.

And a stocking that included antlers:

And of course Jude was more interested in eating his presents than playing with them:

Overall, Jude was a bit stunned and overwhwelmed by all his new toys, wrapping paper, and boxes to play with. He was a bit lethargic and expressionless most of the morning until he was able to focus on one toy (or box) at a time. He had wide eyes the entire morning.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

11 Months. What?

I’m not sure how it happened, but the calendar says it’s December 8th. Which means my baby boy is 11 months old. I think I’m on the verge of a panic attack just at the mere thought of January 8th being 31 days away. I know it’s cliché, but I have to ask: How, how, how did time go by so fast? This time last year I was a humongous pregnant woman who could barely walk and had heart burn 24 hours a day. And now he’s crawling and babbling?

As much as I want him to start walking (and we only attempt this about 50 times a day), I think a part of me just might die when he starts to walk.

If you read this one day, and your 6 ft tall and you think you might want to move far away from me, or for some reason marry some pretty little blond, you will always be my baby boy.

From his expression in this pic it's as if he's already giving me the look like, "Mom. Come on, you're embarrassing."

Some recent developments in the past few weeks:

Jude loves itsy-bitsy spider. He’ll sit in his highchair and do a modified version of the song including hand and head movements.

He can go get his truck and airplane toys when I say, “Where’s your truck?” or “Where’s your airplane?”

He likes to take his little airplane and wave it around and around in the air making his version of airplane noises. Cute, beyond belief.

He cruises all over the perimeter of the living room, pulling up on everything from the couch, to the chairs, to the wall, to the gate…but he refuses to let go and stand without support.

I can’t get him to dance. I play music all day long, but I can’t get him to sway, bounce, or move his little booty. I laugh every time I try to get him to move. He just sits there like a lump on a log.

He enjoys reading by himself more than sitting on my lap and letting me read to him. He likes to hold the book, turn the pages, point at pictures, kiss the pages, lick the pages, bite the pages, eat the pages, and babble when looking at them. He’ll go through his whole basket of books one at a time doing this.

The last few days his favorite toy has been an empty Kleenex box.

He has really begun to show his will the last 2 wks or so. He returns over and over to items in the living room he knows are “no-no.” It’s amazing how my biggest clue that he’s into something he shouldn’t be is when the room goes completely silent. When there’s silence, my ears perk up and I find Jude frozen, wide-eyed, holding something he shouldn’t (like an electrical cord or my cell phone).
He sits there frozen and silent waiting for the inevitable.
I take the “no-no” from him.
He screams, flaps his arms, arches his back and throws himself on the hardwood floor…while I watch. Then I usually say, “We can’t always get what we want.”
Sometimes I sing that.
Those little tantrums last about 10 seconds and are actually quite cute. Well, for now.

He has begun to eat little cereal puffs. (Spinach and kale puffs flavored with some apple juice. I know; they make everything nowadays.) The funny thing is he doesn’t put the whole puff in his mouth; he bites them over and over. Let me tell you, those are the tiniest little things, but he somehow manages to hold them and bite them over and over until he can’t hold them anymore. Silly boy.

As of 3 nights ago Jude no longer nurses in the middle of the night. I refused to have him turn 11 months old and still have him waking up to eat. We’ve had two long nights of intense crying, but we’ve held strong and no longer feed him from 7pm to 6am. The entire house is grateful, happy, and well-rested.

Jude is a little ham on the subway. If ever he’s fussy, all I have to do is turn him away from me and point him toward the other passengers to stop the whining and get him to smile. He loves squealing and getting people to stare at him.

I'm going to stop myself now. You've heard enough. 

Thursday, December 2, 2010

We're Lovin' the Sippy Cup and High Chair

Advance Warning: This is going to be one of those silly (possibly annoying) blog posts where I do the mom ramble about a simple, ordinary, milestone Jude has reached that creates in me this weird infatuation/cheesy/pride thing in me to spill out onto the blog. If you're not a grandparent, consider this your gag reflux warning.

So I’m in love with Jude. Everyone knows that. But I’m also in love with the sippy cup and the high chair. (Both new additions to our home.) We just got the high chair about 2 wks ago since the bumbo served us just fine as a feeding spot the first 4 mos of his eating debut. And until recently Jude hasn’t had much interest in the sippy cup.

When I plop him in the high chair and place a sippy cup on his tray he is just too much to handle. I’m not sure why, but similar to the feeling I get watching his palms slap the ground as he crawls, I become love-struck when watching him drink form the cup and seeing his little feet dangle from the high chair. I can’t help but tickle those tiny toes and take a million pictures of the same thing.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Tis the Season

We're so delighted to be doing all these "firsts" with Jude during the Christmas season. We walked about 8 blocks from our apt to a little flower shop selling Christmas trees. Jude got to stay up late past his bedtime to meet Daddy and pick out a tree.

Jude was asleep by the time we walked the 8 blocks back to the house. So our tree was decorated while he was in bed. But we withheld putting the angel on the top until the next day when he woke up. Jude was very sleepy and didn't know what to do with the angel or what the big deal was. It took us forever just to get him to act remotely like he was putting it on the tree. I laughed so hard I almost... well ya know.

Is it weird that one of my favorite things about being a mom is filling a stocking and playing Santa Claus on Christmas Eve? I can't wait to stuff that stocking full of goodies!

One of the best things about the season so far: Christmas Pajamas! YUM.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Jude's First Thanksgiving

It was a frigid first Thanksgiving for Jude at the Macy's Parade!

Jude took off his good-lookin' sweater during dinner to munch on his meal. Grandmother's homemade rolls and some sweet potatoes.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Okie Dokie

Jude and I left New York for 9 days of family time in Oklahoma!

Have I ever mentioned that little Cairo says Jude's name with a thick Arabic accent? Have I ever mentioned that little Caroline says Jude's name with a D? So it comes out Dude. Both pronunciations are the cutest thing ever.  We miss them already!