Happy 1/2 Birthday to My Baby!!!

On October 20th my sweet baby boy turned 6 months. I haven't been the dedicated blogger mommy I should've been, so this will be my first official monthly update. I think I can handle every 6 months.

*drum roll please*

At six months, Corbin can:

• Roll both ways
• Sit-up unsupported...for a minute or two
• Hold his own bottle (though most of it winds up on his shirt)
• Say "mama" and "ba"
• Play"peek-a-boo"

"drinking" from his sippy

He wears:

• Size 3 diapers
• 3-6/6 month clothes
• Size 2 shoes

His stats:

• 17 lbs, 26 inches
  

Chubby Cheeks!!!

He loves:

• Mommy
• Squash
• His glow worm
• Mommy
• His jumperoo
• The pets
• Sleeping in mommy and daddy's bed
• Apple flavored puffs
• Kabuto (the show, not the food. REALLY PEOPLE!)
• Mommy

I apologize to future girlfriends for the mama boy I'm raising...he he

Glow Worm

Despite the terrorized look on his face, he really does love kisses!

 Interesting tidbits:

• Sleeps 9-5 
• Takes 2-3 1-hourish naps a day
• Chews on everything (if it fits, he spits)
• No toofies yet
• Can finally reach the floor in his jumperoo
• Has grey/blue eyes and sandy colored hair
• Likes to put his fingers in my mouth while he's taking a bottle

Corbin has the greatest personality. He can own a room.

He has moods when he's quiet and studious...

 ...and moods when he's silly, crazy, and my wild monkey man.

 
He laughs hysterically at all my faces and funny noises.

 I love early mornings when he's taken his first bottle and we just lay in bed. He will stare at my face and softly coo like a dove until he gets sleepy.

Who wouldn't love to wake up to this?!

Then, he will scrunch up to me and go back to sleep. Sometimes he will gently play with some of my hair or grab my face.

Sweet sleep

Either way, I feel loved unlike I've ever felt before.

And I've never loved another person so much.

Perfection

Cue photo montage...I'm going to go cry now...

Pinterest Harlot

I've been a total Pinterest whore lately. Wait, can I say whore? Okay, Pinterest Lady of the Night. My husband approves because I try new recipes and, what can I say, the man loves to eat.

Tastey tastey

I approve because I get to try all these new crafty crafts from Jo Ann and Dollar Tree finds!

These are the crafts I intend to make in the near future:

Canvas Art

"Family" Frames

And this is the craft I'm currently crafting:

Coffee Filter Rose Wreath

I'm actually a little obsessed with making these roses. Once I got the hang of it, I found myself explaining the steps for a You Tube tutorial...in my head.

 ...okay maybe a little bit out of my head...while I was home alone...and Corbin was sleeping. But I totally sounded legit.

I'm attempting to redecorate my living room. I really want to paint [again] because I'm tired of the blue, but Josh isn't thrilled about the 257 foot ceilings we have. I don't really know how tall they are. But 257 would be my guess. 

Or 16. Whatever.

I'm also trying to get ideas for Corbin's 6 month pictures coming up. I have the worst luck with pictures. I always look like a demented porcelain doll. I seriously hate having my picture taken. And to make matters worse, I'm totally insecure about my post baby body, pastey skin, and drab hair. I'm thinking of getting a spray tan and fake eye lashes for this set of pictures...but that might make me look like a demented porcelain oompa loopa doll.

Or totally hot. 

and now to get that image out of your head, here's Corbin!

 

But wait, call now and we'll DOUBLE your order!

Yes, today is a twoferone... because technically the last post was written yesterday, but I was so busy cleaning and taking care of C Man, that I literally did not have time to sit down at my computer to publish it.

So now I'm writing this today.

Yesterday, as you might have read, was a terrible, no good, very bad sort of day. Well, mostly.  Corbin was teething X infinity and was not happy unless I was holding him whilst my finger got gnawed away in his mouth.  Even then, it was more a mild tolerance than actual happiness.  So I did what any independent, self-sufficient, modern day mom would do.

I called my mommy.

Seriously, sometimes you just need a break.  Yesterday, I was about to go batty.  Call it exhaustion, call it OCD, Type A, whatever, but my house was a hot mess and I hadn't showered or eaten much more than leftover baby sitting cookies in the past two days.  So, my mom entertained Corbin (who not-surprisingly acted like a perfectly jolly little gnome the whole time she was here), while I attacked the brigade of dust bunnies that set up colony in every corner of my living room.

I also swept up 7 dead flies.  RIP Edward, Bella, Jacob, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett.

I did manage to get on Pinterest and repin about 1,529 awesome ideas.  I also repinned a lot of my older pins to new boards because organization is my version of a hot bubble bath.  It soothes me.  So if you're following me on Pinterest, I apologize for the overwhelming number of repins yesterday.  Actually, I don't, because they're steller and you should check them out.

And I made this little gem that I found on Pinterest.  It was amazing, and only required me to chop up the potatoes, throw them in a dish with chicken and green beans, sprinkle with seasoning, drown in butter, then cook for 1 hour at 350 degrees.

So there you have today's bonus post.  I vow today will be better, partially because I'm going to eat something other than coffee and cookies, partially because Corbin is feeling better, but mostly just because I got a shower.

Dashing Through the Snow...

...in crazy 80 degree Tennessee October weather...

  Yes. I am that person who starts singing Christmas songs in October. Do not ride in the car with me until after Thanksgiving!

[previously written due to very cranky baby who wouldn't let me finish...]
What am I doing at this very moment? Well a fly on the wall might say I'm lying in bed at 11:45 am, playing on my phone. But if you get your information from flies, or worse yet, talk to flies (although I have started to name each of my winged friends who have taken up residency in my house), you wouldn't realize what I'm actually doing is being a human security blanket for Corbin, who is still fighting the battle of the toofies. Something about the sound of the mother's heart beat (and the comfort of the boobies) makes babies go into instant relaxation mode. And though my arm is numb from the weight of his head, I still managed to work my little dead philanges enough to reorganize my pinterest Christmas boards...

My arm was dead from the weight of the adorableness

So, in the past week, not a lot has occurred. I did some baby sitting for my friend and discovered that having two kids can be both easier and more difficult. It was hard to give both attention, keep both occupied, and get anywhere on time (who am I kidding? We were 15-20 minutes late every where!). But, it was easier because I had a sweet little man-child following me around, offering to help make the bed, fold towels, and carry the diaper bag. Who needs a husband!? Really, these boys are the best! God knew what He was doing by giving me a son. And no, I didn't just implement child labor the whole time I baby sat. We painted, baked, played Mario Kart, and went to the park. You know, general awesomeness. So stop judging, Judgey McJudgerson.

Future  Van Gogh

Swinging!

My Sous Chef

On the subject of Things-People-Question-About-Me-But-I-Don't-Care-Because-I'm-Right-End-of-Story , I'm slowly progressing toward my goal of moving Corbin out of my room and into his crib. My original goal was 6 months, buuuuut in 3 days he will be precisely 1/2 a year old (can you believe it!?!?), so it looks like it may take slightly longer. I did finally set up the Pack 'N' Play I have been meaning to get out but forgot every time for the past 6 months. Even though my petite pal still technically fits in his bassinet, I'm afraid he will catapult himself out during one of his early morning Olympic routines.  So, he's now in the big Mac Daddy of play yards...

........in our room.

But wait! It's not as bad as it sounds. See, first the bassinet was up against my side of the bed, by my face, so close I could hear his thoughts. Then I pushed it down toward the foot of the bed, still my side. Then I moved it all the way at the end of the bed. Now he's against the wall ALL the way on the other side of our 13X15' bedroom. According to my calculations, at this rate, he will be in his room by the time he enters kindergarten.

Okay whatever.

If you had something this adorbs, you'd want him with you all the time, too!

Cuddles with mommy

Rolling Around

Avacado...green in, green out...

I can't feel my fingers

I'm aliiiiive! I feel like I've been in hiatus a while. There's been a whole mess of events going on in my life. None of which are terribly demanding or outrageous, but staying home all day, everyday, makes the little things count.

Like going to the mailbox.  Am I the only one who sees if there's anything interesting, then puts the bills and junk back in? Gotta give Josh something to look forward to at the end of the day.

But anyhoo...

So, we had this little cold snap here in Tennessee. We went from 80's to 50's and suddenly everyone is busting out the hoodies and ugg boots. I, myself, have a giant bookcase blocking the closet door where my hoodies and ugg knock-offs are stored, so I just wore my 80 degree attire and made fun of those people all snug in their warm clothes. Because, after all, people in the northern states probably laugh at us just as much for wearing thermal underwear in the 50's as they do for us shutting down school for a chance of snow.  Regardless, I still froze my butt off.

Speaking of yanks, my good friend, Brittani, aka the southern yankee, came to visit us from New York. I got to hold her teeny baby which made my baby look like babyzilla (Where did my teeny bubs go?!). We had a little mini reunion on Sunday at Cracker Barrel. Between all the adults and kids and babies, there were 15 of us total for Cracker Barrel to squeeze into their dining room. At lunch time. On a Sunday afternoon. And between that and the inevitable spilt drink or two from the kiddy table, I'm sure they looked forward to us stuffing our faces and shuffling out the door. But during our time there, we had great conversation about things I don't remember because my child was being a wild tazmanian devil trying to pull everything off the table. And I was nodding and saying, "yeah...uh huh...oh...really?" but had no clue what they were saying because instead my ears were full of the melodramatic screams resulting from taking said items away from said child. By the way, if you want to know what to get Corbin for Christmas, make it drinking glasses. The boy does not hold his own bottle yet but will turn a glass up lickity split and dump ice all over his face!  It's hilarious.
 
Also this weekend, I made some squash for Corbin. FYI, one squash makes 18 jars of baby food. The boy will be pooping orange for the next two weeks. Thankfully, he loves squash. I mean, really loves it. He bangs the table and screams for more between bites. Then, when he finally gets a mouthful, smiles and squeals with joy. I do the same thing while waiting for more salad and breadsticks at Olive Garden, so I understand. Go ahead and picture it. Funny? And we're moving on...

Squash!

Also in my household, it's been sick-pet-week. My yorkie, Sammy, has been yipping in pain whenever you touch his sides. So, I did what any responsible pet owner would do and wisked him to the vet... only to have the vet tell me he didn't know what was wrong and that I should take him home and monitor him for the next few days.

And this guy makes double what teachers make.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith. I don't know why Jim Bob is failing all subjects. Maybe you should just keep him home to watch and see if he spontaneously learns to read in the next few days. Mmmk - that'll be $45."

Sammy trying to squish on the glider with us.

So then two of my cats managed to get sick with a cold, which Google had me convinced was actually some sort of deadly disease. For a minute, I lost half my brain and considered taking them to the vet, but ultimately decided to take his previous advice and just wait it out. I found it quite humorous that my female cat was up running around and carrying on with business as usual, but my male cat was slumping around the house like he was just hit by a bus. Typical man.

But after two or three days of this slumping, I started getting worried because he wasn't eating or drinking much. So off I went to Walmart to buy some pedialyte to choke down him. While there, I found a photo album to put 160 of my 500 recent pictures of Corbin in, a teething toy for Lil Guy, and some delicious lollipops for dear husband and me. At check out, the cashier smiled and said, "Aw, you have a sick lil one at home, huh?"

$20

 For those who personally know me, you might remember the embarrassment of me having to buy incontinence pads for my leg-hiking-dog's belly bands, and having to stare the cashier in the wondering eye and explain, "No, I did not mean to buy Always pads. Yes, I realize those are incontinence pads. No, they're not for me. They're for my dog. Yes, my dog. He wears a diaper because he pees everywhere. Thank you, have a nice day," every stinkin' time I checked out. If you do, you'll understand why the next thing out of my mouth was not, "No, this is for my cat."

Instead, I just smiled and asked, "Yeah, how'd you know?" She smiled back and said, "Poor guy. Well I hope he feels better."

And I felt no shame.

So in between all that, I ordered my handsome boy some wintry clothes. In size 9 months.  *sniff sniff tear*

Love me some Carter's

Moved the bookcase that was blocking my winter closet just in time for 80 degree temps to return...

Preggo sweater from last year.  You gotta do what you gotta do.

 Decorated my house for fall...

And bought Corbin this adorable hat. I could smother him in chocolate and eat him up!!!

Nom Nom Baby Yumminess!

Ok. Blog overload. My hand is going numb, as is your brain I assume. So until next time...