Current Events

I realized it's been a week since I posted last. I just haven't had anything post-worthy, I guess. So, I decided to just type something about what's going on in my life.

Craig is not gaining weight. In fact, he's even lost some--13 oz. in two months. Is that a lot? He has grown in inches, though, so maybe it's just the crawling and moving around stuff. He's kind of doing more "cruising" too and he's on is second cold in two weeks. So, I guess all of that factors in. I try to stuff him with food. Once I found out he had lost weight, I tried stuffing him full of more food than usual. Up until then he ate A LOT it seemed. Now that I'm trying to feed him more often he has gotten so picky. He won't eat oatmeal and he'll usually eat about 6-8 spoonfuls of whatever I'm feeding him, then begin pulling it out of his mouth and pushing my hand away when I try to give him more. Yesterday at lunch, after trying to feed him 3 different things, I ended up just giving graham cracker piece after graham cracker piece until I got two whole crackers down him. It took about an hour--he can be the slowest eater when he's feeding himself. I called the doctor and they want me to bring him in on Monday. (I already had an appointment scheduled for myself next week anyway.) I think they'll suggest supplementing with formula or something, but another problem is that I'm kind of limited on what I can give him--nothing dairy-based. He's never been able to handle cheese, yogurt, eggs, or beans. I'll keep you updated.

On a more positive note, Robert and I are finally going out tonight for our Valentine's Day! Since he did all the cooking for the thing with the Elders Quorum, we didn't get to spend a lot of time together that night. So tonight we're going to see a movie and have dinner. I'd better start thinking of conversation topics now--it's been a while since we had some time alone to just talk to each other and not have Craig there. :)

I planned a Scentsy candle party at my house this morning at 10:30. I got about five RSVP's, all no's, and as for the others...I have no idea if they're coming or not. So, I find myself in the awkward position of cleaning the house, getting myself prettied up, and setting out the party stuff (and making something since I promised a "treat"), and not knowing if anyone is going to come. Plus, I'm off sugar, so I don't want to make something and have it sitting around here all day. Maybe I'll just make something like banana bread (something Robert will be sure to eat) and herbal tea or something. If I'm going to do that, I'd better hurry. I only have an hour and a half. Or maybe all day. Who knows. Hey, everyone--please RSVP if you're invited somewhere. For the hostess' sake. Thanks.

We FINALLY got Craig a cell phone

I believe that these days, kids need cell phones. I mean, Hannah Montana has one, all the kids on the Nickelodeon shows have one, and all the cool kids in the play group have them, so why not Craig? It doesn't matter that he can't talk yet, he'll look cool, and that's what really matters. I just want him to feel comfortable around (and better than) his peers. Is that wrong?

JUST KIDDING! Robert got a new phone and, since Craig had already destroyed the old one by sucking on it, we gave it to him. It doesn't work (he can't dial out) but he likes to see it light up. Plus it's been so off limits for so long, sometimes he just clings to it in one hand and plays with other toys with the other. So, it is kind of like his first cell phone. :)

Photo shoot

I hadn't done a photo shoot with Craig in a while, and I was beginning to realize that he has grown up a lot recently (a friend pointed it out to me). I looked back at old photos and videos and decided I wanted to get some updated ones. Being so mobile (he took one tiny step without holding on the day before yesterday!) it's hard to keep him still enough to take any good pictures. He's always going after the camera and I have to keep backing up. But I got some pretty good ones, I thought. So, here they are.

This first one is obviously of me. Remember, I'm only 12 weeks along, but I look like I'm at least 16-18 weeks! I am a little embarrassed when people ask me when I'm due and I say September! Since the date is Sept. 1 and Craig was a few days early, I sometimes cheat and say August. I thought the best way to embrace my belly would be to post it on the blog and just get it over with. The funny thing is, I didn't look like this with Craig until at least 20-24 weeks! Well, here we go!

Craig's Valentine's Day

Thanks to Grandma Judy and Grandpa Eric, Craig had a little valentine! I had planned on making sugar cookies yesterday or something, but two weeks ago the doctor took me off sugar (expect for the cake I had last night) so I didn't do anything. He won't remember it anyway. But in the mail came his first little valentine! It was a little card, a fun plastic bag (which he loves), and three little chocolate hearts, which daddy got to eat. But before daddy ate them, Craig had his fun with them, too. He'd stuff one whole heart in his mouth (wrapper on), let it drop, and laugh. It was really cute. So, thanks Grandma and Grandpa!

Valentine's Day

So, this year, the Elder's Quorumn President had a great idea...he wanted to do a dinner for all the elders and their wives at The Springs and to have Robert cook it! And they wanted to do it on Valentine's night, not, like, the next week or something. I had kind of been looking forward to going to a movie and dinner, just the two of us, since we don't get a chance to do that much anymore, but Robert was kind of committed. It turned out really well, though. The food was great (of course), and at my request, Robert made a fabulous chocolate cake for dessert. He's not a huge fan of chocolate so he wanted to do something else, but I persuaded him. Everyone seemed to have a great time and all during church today people kept stopping Robert and I and commenting on the food from last night. So, I'd say it was a hit. They had all the men have cards for their wives at the table and they provided a rose for every wife as well. It was really nice. On top of that, Robert had gotten me some beautiful flowers. They are red mini cala lillies--the same flowers we had at our wedding. So that's what the picture is, the rose that everyone got and the cala lillies. And of course the cards we got each other. We're hoping that next weekend we'll get to go out to our movie and dinner since we didn't get much time together last night. :)

Just a quick one

I was sitting here at the computer, waiting for the video (below) to upload, when Craig let out a frustrated little yelp at my feet. I looked down and it seemed like he had knelt on one of his sleeper feet and tried to crawl, but realized he couldn't move. So I picked him up to help him out, the I realized what he had really done. He had somehow gotten his legs crossed inside his sleeper and down the opposite leg holes. It looked so funny to me that I had to take a picture, but it's hard to tell. I hope you find this a little funny, at least. I thought it was hilarious.

More?

I tried a few months ago to teach Craig the sign language for "more" to little avail. Periodically I'd try again, but I wasn't very persistent. However, he recently has gotten into this bad habit of yelling at me whenever he wants more food. It's quite annoying, but more so when we're in a crowded restaurant and all anyone can hear is the little baby yelling at his parents for food over the noise of thirty other people and little kids. We've taken our food to go in more than one restaurant lately for that fact. (I'm not kidding, he was loud and people were staring--I know I shouldn't care what other people think, but it's nerve racking, and who wants to eat like that?) So, I decided it was time to try the "more" thing again. To my surprise, he picked it up in no time! He's not a pro--he just sort of crosses his hands or slaps them together--but it works! He doesn't yell anymore for food, so I consider that a success. He even does it on his own, without any prompting from me sometimes, like he's really communicating. It's a good feeling.

Just some cute, random things

I know I haven't posted anything in a little while, and no pictures in a little while longer, so here are a couple. This first one was funny to me since until recently, Craig has whined until I came and saved him from predicaments like these. This time, though, I was in the other room and heard a lot of heavy breathing and like he was putting a lot of effort into something. I went into the kitchen and saw this. He wasn't frustrated at all--and he wanted to get out by himself. So, I let him and he did it!



This next picture was just one of those times he was looking extra cute and I happened to have the camera sitting there.

Worst mother of the day award

(Imagine a picture of cheese here with a red circle around it and a line through it.)
(Sometimes I can get pictures off the internet onto my posts, and sometimes I can't seem to manage it.)

Anyway, the whole point of this post is to tell you about Craig and cheese. Or, more broadly, dairy. He's had dairy (cream of chicken soup, sour cream, and cheese) in casseroles before and it didn't bother him one bit. Last night I gave him a half slice (1/2 oz) of cheese on a piece of bread for dinner. He slept for the first couple hours of the night, but woke up screaming like his crib had collapsed on him at 10:30. It seemed that nothing would help him to calm down, although he was very "musical" when I started nursing him. He fell back alseep (only after Robert held him for a while) but for only an hour. He was up, literally, the rest of the night. Sometimes he'd start to doze, then arch his back, pull his little knees up, scream and cry until the cat was dashing around the house like she was on speed, then relax after a little distraction and go through the whole routine again. Periodically he'd burp and I could just feel the heartburn as his eyes would tear up and his little bottom lip would stick out and he'd cry again.

Have you ever felt like the worst mother in the world?

Have you ever cried along with your child because the pain that is causing them to cry was caused by you, and now there's nothing you can do to take it away?

Eventually, it passed, and with it came it the biggest, stinkiest, yuckiest, poopie diaper I have seen since he's started solids. So far today he's taken one three hour nap, another 2 hour one, and now he's been asleep for another hour. Poor little guy--he needs it. Mommy needed it, too. I slept during his first two naps, but I decided I needed to get something done for the day during this next nap. Uh oh, sounds like he's awake.

By the way, Robert has to work something like 12 hours today. I'll have to think of some way to make this up to him. :(

Super Bowl 2009

So, we had a Super Bowl party last night. Originally, we had planned it for Sunday and had invited twice as many people and their kids as can fit in our apartment, but we thought it would work out. We bought lots of food. Let me repeat, we bought lots of food. I recall a couple of conversations going like this:

Sherry: Other people are bringing things, you know.
Robert: I know, but we already have most of the ingredients for this. All I have to buy is ____ (insert ingredients here).
Sherry: But we don't need this much food.
Robert: Honey, there's going to be like fifteen people there, plus kids.
Sherry: (Sigh) Do whatever you want, I guess. (Because I know you will anyway.)

Then Sunday before the Super Bowl, the bishop held one of his firesides that he does periodically. The topic? Keeping the Sabbath Day Holy. And yes, he did specifically mention watching the Super Bowl. (He told us how he hasn't watched a Super Bowl since 1995, but then he admitted it was only because that's when it switched from Fox to NBC and they don't get that channel--at least he's honest.) After the fireside, the Super Bowl party potential attendees gathered to discuss the matter. Most of us were willing to just do it on Sunday anyway, but there was one family (or wife) in particular who was quite persistent about it. So, we talked about it and figured that we could just DVR it, meet at 6:00 (when people got off work) and with skipping commercials, it would only take a couple of hours to watch. Everyone was fine with that, so the next day Robert and I went shopping. We bought a lot of stuff, and the only thing I was able to persuade him not to buy and actually didn't mysteriously end up in the cart anyway was syrups, 7-Up, and ice to make italian sodas.

The week passes, we talk to the friends we've invited and everyone's excited, yadda yadda yadda. Sunday comes around again and we confirm again with one family, they had confirmed with another (the ones who were the most persistent about changing it to Monday) and then we talk to another family and they say, "Sorry, not on a school night." What?! I want to shout. They were coming as a family of 5 and now what are going to do with their share of the food? Why didn't they call?! I glower inside, knowing we shouldn't have bought all that we did. (Side note: my biggest problem with all this food is the effort and time to make it, the dishes I will have to clean up, and all the leftovers being too much for Robert and I to eat and therefore having to waste it and the time and energy put into it.)

So, Monday comes (along with purchasing of a couple last minute things, to which I try to dissuade Robert, but he has his justifications, since two other families are still coming) and we cook, clean, prepare all the day long. 6:00, the doorbell rings, the first family comes in (the one with only one child and a baby not totally on solids yet). We wait for the second family (the one who wanted to change it to Monday, with three kids, and who were coming directly from work so they might be a little late). We start the game, we eat, and we finally call at 8:00 because they haven't shown up yet. They don't answer, so we leave a message. They call back and say "they forgot." Baloney. They confirmed on Sunday, we saw them and talked about it Saturday night, and they were the ones who wouldn't come if we did it on Sunday! I think wifey got home from work, was tired-er than she thought she would be, and backed out. So, as I predicted, there is lots of money worth of food in our fridge, only two of us to eat it, and still dishes in the sink waiting to be done. All I have left to say about it is this: grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

About the game: I can't believe the Cardinals lost their lead in the last 30 seconds! The Steelers were playing dirty, too, and they did not deserve to win this one. I'm guess I'll just be happy that the underdogs nearly ripped it out from under the big, bad Steelers.