Here it is as promised. Please ignore my voice and the dirt on Noah's face. You can practically hear Noah's brain... heave ho heave ho
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Noah turns 7 mos!
Mr. Poopinstein apologizes for the picture quality. We used Daddy's phone.
When I say Mr. Poopinstein, I mean it. He's been pooping up to 8xs/day! I don't know if it's his teeth (2 came in on the bottom at the exact same time - just like Evan's did), but I called the doctor office twice about it and they didn't seem concerned. So I guess we'll just ride it out.
Month 6 had been a monumental month for Noah. Besides his 2 teeth, First and most importantly - on Sunday, November 7, 2010 our baby was finally baptized! I will hopefully post some pictures of this soon. If anyone has photos, please email them and I'll get them up. At least I have video coming soon.
We thought the day would never come and now we're scared that it did...
AS OF SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 14 2010, Noah has started to crawl! It's a slow, labor intensive crawl with frequent collapsing on the belly, but he gets where he needs to go. I will post video hopefully tomorrow.
For a while now, Noah could sit for long periods of time and if he started to fall back, he'd throw his hand on the floor behind him to push himself back up. Then he would go from a sitting position to his belly. He didn't care if he nose-dived to do it, but soon he learned how to do it without hitting his face on the carpet. So we would sit him on his hiney on the floor, walk away to do something and come back and he's 4 feet away, on his belly. We know he didn't crawl, but he did scoot backward and roll.
We knew he was close when a week ago he started flipping from his belly to a sitting position. We'd lay him on his back on the floor, go to the kitchen, then come back to see him a few feet away sitting up. Now he does it all the time. Then while trying to reach a toy on Sunday, 4 days shy of his 7 mo. birthday, the inevitable finally happened. Noah crawled. Mike was like, "Did you just see that!?"
Just today he crawled over to the cable box which sits on the floor next to the tv stand. With his feet planted on the floor, he put his hands on top of the box and hoisted himself into a half stand. He was hanging out for about a minute like that, with his butt in the air, staring at the cables behind the box. Then he let go with one hand and reached behind the box and grabbed the coaxial cable, trying to shove it in his mouth! Amazing!!
As for other stuff, Noah can stand holding on to a piece of furniture, without help from me for about a minute and can even let go with one hand for a second or two, then he starts swaying and lands on his butt. And he doesn't care if he falls. It takes a lot for him to cry. He's the happiest and friendliest little baby ever. He loves everybody and if you smile at him he'll smile and give you a "heh!" laugh. He's got an incredible sense of humor. He'll chew on my face, his eyes less than an inch from mine. I'll say to him, "WHAT are you doing" pretending to be stern. He'll be silent for a few seconds, smiling and staring right into my eyes, then roll his eyes up and away from me and starts belly laughing, then continue chewing on my face. We could do that over and over for hours.
He also loves scratching fabric with his little fingernails, like a cat. And he HATES being restrained. Every time I put him in the car, I have to give him a minute or two of "scratch time". I put him in the carseat and before I can put on the harness, he leans forward and scratches the back seat. I buckle Evan in while he's scratching away. Only then will he reluctantly let me strap him in.
Also, he slept through the night for about a week, but it was a total tease. He's back up at 3am wanting a snack with a big 'ol poop in his diaper. Fortunately, he'll go right back down, but then he's up at 5:45 am and he's wide awake with another poop.
Just a little Evan update. He was wearing his bath toy container on his head. It's a triangular mesh thing that suctions to the corner of a shower. He kept calling himself the "bad guy beekeeper". And he likes to crawl into Noah's crib while Noah's in it.
When I say Mr. Poopinstein, I mean it. He's been pooping up to 8xs/day! I don't know if it's his teeth (2 came in on the bottom at the exact same time - just like Evan's did), but I called the doctor office twice about it and they didn't seem concerned. So I guess we'll just ride it out.
Month 6 had been a monumental month for Noah. Besides his 2 teeth, First and most importantly - on Sunday, November 7, 2010 our baby was finally baptized! I will hopefully post some pictures of this soon. If anyone has photos, please email them and I'll get them up. At least I have video coming soon.
We thought the day would never come and now we're scared that it did...
AS OF SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 14 2010, Noah has started to crawl! It's a slow, labor intensive crawl with frequent collapsing on the belly, but he gets where he needs to go. I will post video hopefully tomorrow.
For a while now, Noah could sit for long periods of time and if he started to fall back, he'd throw his hand on the floor behind him to push himself back up. Then he would go from a sitting position to his belly. He didn't care if he nose-dived to do it, but soon he learned how to do it without hitting his face on the carpet. So we would sit him on his hiney on the floor, walk away to do something and come back and he's 4 feet away, on his belly. We know he didn't crawl, but he did scoot backward and roll.
We knew he was close when a week ago he started flipping from his belly to a sitting position. We'd lay him on his back on the floor, go to the kitchen, then come back to see him a few feet away sitting up. Now he does it all the time. Then while trying to reach a toy on Sunday, 4 days shy of his 7 mo. birthday, the inevitable finally happened. Noah crawled. Mike was like, "Did you just see that!?"
Just today he crawled over to the cable box which sits on the floor next to the tv stand. With his feet planted on the floor, he put his hands on top of the box and hoisted himself into a half stand. He was hanging out for about a minute like that, with his butt in the air, staring at the cables behind the box. Then he let go with one hand and reached behind the box and grabbed the coaxial cable, trying to shove it in his mouth! Amazing!!
As for other stuff, Noah can stand holding on to a piece of furniture, without help from me for about a minute and can even let go with one hand for a second or two, then he starts swaying and lands on his butt. And he doesn't care if he falls. It takes a lot for him to cry. He's the happiest and friendliest little baby ever. He loves everybody and if you smile at him he'll smile and give you a "heh!" laugh. He's got an incredible sense of humor. He'll chew on my face, his eyes less than an inch from mine. I'll say to him, "WHAT are you doing" pretending to be stern. He'll be silent for a few seconds, smiling and staring right into my eyes, then roll his eyes up and away from me and starts belly laughing, then continue chewing on my face. We could do that over and over for hours.
He also loves scratching fabric with his little fingernails, like a cat. And he HATES being restrained. Every time I put him in the car, I have to give him a minute or two of "scratch time". I put him in the carseat and before I can put on the harness, he leans forward and scratches the back seat. I buckle Evan in while he's scratching away. Only then will he reluctantly let me strap him in.
Also, he slept through the night for about a week, but it was a total tease. He's back up at 3am wanting a snack with a big 'ol poop in his diaper. Fortunately, he'll go right back down, but then he's up at 5:45 am and he's wide awake with another poop.
Just a little Evan update. He was wearing his bath toy container on his head. It's a triangular mesh thing that suctions to the corner of a shower. He kept calling himself the "bad guy beekeeper". And he likes to crawl into Noah's crib while Noah's in it.
Happy Halloween, love us
We really know how to do Halloween over here!
This is how we greeted everyone at the door. These costumes. Free. Except for Noah's wig, which I ordered by recommendation of Aunt Brittany. The rest I dug up while Evan and Mike were at swimming class (Mike was learning how to doggie paddle).
What we didn't get a picture of is the jack-o-lantern Evan and I carved one really warm night when Mike was away and Noah was sleeping. We went outside and carved it in the driveway and played for a while before bed. The jack-o-lantern is on the second step, cropped out of this picture! I toasted the pumpkin seeds, which is my most favorite part of Halloween and ate them all in one night.
Fireman 2.0 with his grandparents. Notice he's not wearing the same jacket from last year. I found the stupid thing during swim class while I was digging in the basement for costumes for me and Mike. By that time we already opened the new one we bought to replace it. We already had the boots (Ev's rain boots) and 5 fire helmets to choose from. Now we have six and another fire man jacket.
The aunts, uncles and cousins came over early for pizza and some Rocky Horror Picture Show on Mike's new tv. Then we all went out trick-or-treating! CMCH is the place to be for Halloween. There were hundreds of kids out!
Noah changed from soul brother to chicken.
Check out Mike's costume. He's wearing the afro I wore last year, some beads (mine) around his neck, my sunglasses, a hippy shirt and some flip-flops. Noah was an angel. He loves that wagon! We take it to drop Evan off at school. It works perfectly for Noah with the seats and seatbelts.
The aunts take pictures.
And we're off to trick-or-treat!
Jessica and her friend met us in the middle - both dressed as Lady Gaga!
Here's the aftermath at our house where my mom inspects the candy bags.
Noah stays up late.
Mike and Evan go out for more candy. They come back cold and exhausted. Meanwhile we ran out of candy and had to turn kids away!
A few days before Halloween:
Dinnertime is always scary.
Hello, I'm overexposed... and still cute.
AND THEN WE DID IT AGAIN THE NEXT NIGHT. In a different neighborhood by my parents' house. We had the same crowd, but Sarah, Aunt Ella, Uncle Larry and Uncle Tom were able to join us too. There were some incredible haunted house stuff. I'm talking evil laboratories, robotic skeletons that speak to you and know your name. We're going to have to step it up a bit at our house next year for Evan. He's really into that scary stuff.
Evan destroyed everyone's nice, neat leaf piles.
No costumes for me and Mike this time.
There was an afterparty at my parents' house. We went back for sandwiches, CANDY and the kids got their annual Halloween pineapples from my mom. Olivia got a pomegranate since pineapple hurts her mouth.
This is how we greeted everyone at the door. These costumes. Free. Except for Noah's wig, which I ordered by recommendation of Aunt Brittany. The rest I dug up while Evan and Mike were at swimming class (Mike was learning how to doggie paddle).
What we didn't get a picture of is the jack-o-lantern Evan and I carved one really warm night when Mike was away and Noah was sleeping. We went outside and carved it in the driveway and played for a while before bed. The jack-o-lantern is on the second step, cropped out of this picture! I toasted the pumpkin seeds, which is my most favorite part of Halloween and ate them all in one night.
Fireman 2.0 with his grandparents. Notice he's not wearing the same jacket from last year. I found the stupid thing during swim class while I was digging in the basement for costumes for me and Mike. By that time we already opened the new one we bought to replace it. We already had the boots (Ev's rain boots) and 5 fire helmets to choose from. Now we have six and another fire man jacket.
The aunts, uncles and cousins came over early for pizza and some Rocky Horror Picture Show on Mike's new tv. Then we all went out trick-or-treating! CMCH is the place to be for Halloween. There were hundreds of kids out!
Noah changed from soul brother to chicken.
Check out Mike's costume. He's wearing the afro I wore last year, some beads (mine) around his neck, my sunglasses, a hippy shirt and some flip-flops. Noah was an angel. He loves that wagon! We take it to drop Evan off at school. It works perfectly for Noah with the seats and seatbelts.
The aunts take pictures.
And we're off to trick-or-treat!
Jessica and her friend met us in the middle - both dressed as Lady Gaga!
Here's the aftermath at our house where my mom inspects the candy bags.
Noah stays up late.
Mike and Evan go out for more candy. They come back cold and exhausted. Meanwhile we ran out of candy and had to turn kids away!
A few days before Halloween:
Dinnertime is always scary.
Hello, I'm overexposed... and still cute.
AND THEN WE DID IT AGAIN THE NEXT NIGHT. In a different neighborhood by my parents' house. We had the same crowd, but Sarah, Aunt Ella, Uncle Larry and Uncle Tom were able to join us too. There were some incredible haunted house stuff. I'm talking evil laboratories, robotic skeletons that speak to you and know your name. We're going to have to step it up a bit at our house next year for Evan. He's really into that scary stuff.
Evan destroyed everyone's nice, neat leaf piles.
No costumes for me and Mike this time.
There was an afterparty at my parents' house. We went back for sandwiches, CANDY and the kids got their annual Halloween pineapples from my mom. Olivia got a pomegranate since pineapple hurts her mouth.
A Preschool Love Story
This picture has nothing to do with this entry. It's only up here because it's cute and I don't have a camera to take pictures of the events below. I promise we will get one soon so I won't have to rely on my mom's camera and Mike's phone.
So I picked up Evan from school one day and we stopped at a bench on the way home. Evan whispered something in Noah's ear. I asked him what he told his brother and he said, "I told Noah that Evelyn is the most prettiest girl in the whole world."
WHAT!!!! It took all my willpower not to make a big deal out of it. "Yes, Evelyn is pretty." I agreed, but I was freaking out on the inside. It was the first time I ever heard Evan say anything like that without being prompted. Milely Cyrus is one thing, but I think it's just because Mike and I make such a big deal out of it. When we got home, Evan whispered in my ear as I took off his shoes in the mudroom, "Evelyn patted me on my head today." He was giddy! My 3 year old has a crush!
Not only that, but Evan's best friend at school is Naomi. If anything I thought it would be her. Ms. Catie tells me they play together all the time. Evan even told me,"Naomi does silly things that the other kids don't do." I asked him like what - does she say silly things? And Evan replied, "Yes, and she pretends to fall on the ground - that's silly! The other kids don't do that." Today he told me, "Naomi knows my name." Apparently, Evan doesn't really even hang out with Evelyn. Okay...
Here's another funny preschool story. Actually, it starts out not so funny. Evan got sick at school. We walked there in the morning. He jumped on the rocks... no hint of what's to come. So he got there and apparently didn't want to participate in anything. He looked tired and didn't play. They took his temp and it was high. They called me. I didn't answer. My stupid phone was buried somewhere. Then Evan threw up. All over. Noah and I innocently came to pick him up and the teachers greeted me at the lunchroom door where all the kids were eating, but Evan. He was passed out asleep on a couch in the corner, laying on a huge teddy bear in his spare set of clothes. The back of his little head was facing me and his arms were wrapped around the bear. I can't even describe to you how my heart broke and how adorable and sad he looked on that couch. It took a lot to wake him and I had to make him walk to the car since I couldn't carry him with Noah strapped on the front of me in the Bjorn.
I made Evan a bed on the couch when we got home and we watched tv and read until his nap. This is what he told me, "I threw up all over Ella, a girl with long, yellow hair." Oh no! Ella's parents probably want to kill me for sending my sick kid to school and who in turn, threw up all over their daughter.
I wrote an email to the school and asked about poor little Ella, whose hair was long, yellow and curly now. A few nights later at the school harvest party Ms. Kathy, the director laughed when I approached her. Evan had thrown up on his teacher, Ms. Bethany, whose hair is long, blonde and stick straight. No curls. She had been carrying him at the time! She was coated in vomit and had to go up to the thrift store on the second floor to purchase a $2 outfit that she wore the rest of the day.
When I told Evan that his one teacher's name was Bethany, he cracked up and was like O that's right! Her name is Bethany... I thought it was Ella!
Apparently there is an Ella in his class too. And as for Evan, he's never sick more than a few hours. The very next day he was jumping off the couch, telling me he's bored.
Also, speaking of the school's harvest party, it was a few nights after Evan was sick. I wasn't going to go at first since Mike was traveling, Evan was recovering, and it was bitter cold. but we went anyway and I'm so glad we did. I threw the kids in their costumes and warm clothes, put Noah in his stroller - and we were off! It was dark and the families were told to bring flashlights. We roasted our own hot dogs and marshmallows, there were games, tons of food. It was small - it's a small school, but it was fun. We saw Evelyn, dressed as a princess! She said, "Hi, Evan!" and Evan smiled shyly and turned his head away. Then he threw up on her. Just kidding!
Noah fell asleep in his chicken costume and we walked home down Main St. in the dark with the sound of kids blowing whistles in the distance (the whistles were some of the prizes... every kid wanted a whistle). It was a magical, crisp, Halloween-feeling night. I just wish Mike could've been there to share it with us!
So I picked up Evan from school one day and we stopped at a bench on the way home. Evan whispered something in Noah's ear. I asked him what he told his brother and he said, "I told Noah that Evelyn is the most prettiest girl in the whole world."
WHAT!!!! It took all my willpower not to make a big deal out of it. "Yes, Evelyn is pretty." I agreed, but I was freaking out on the inside. It was the first time I ever heard Evan say anything like that without being prompted. Milely Cyrus is one thing, but I think it's just because Mike and I make such a big deal out of it. When we got home, Evan whispered in my ear as I took off his shoes in the mudroom, "Evelyn patted me on my head today." He was giddy! My 3 year old has a crush!
Not only that, but Evan's best friend at school is Naomi. If anything I thought it would be her. Ms. Catie tells me they play together all the time. Evan even told me,"Naomi does silly things that the other kids don't do." I asked him like what - does she say silly things? And Evan replied, "Yes, and she pretends to fall on the ground - that's silly! The other kids don't do that." Today he told me, "Naomi knows my name." Apparently, Evan doesn't really even hang out with Evelyn. Okay...
Here's another funny preschool story. Actually, it starts out not so funny. Evan got sick at school. We walked there in the morning. He jumped on the rocks... no hint of what's to come. So he got there and apparently didn't want to participate in anything. He looked tired and didn't play. They took his temp and it was high. They called me. I didn't answer. My stupid phone was buried somewhere. Then Evan threw up. All over. Noah and I innocently came to pick him up and the teachers greeted me at the lunchroom door where all the kids were eating, but Evan. He was passed out asleep on a couch in the corner, laying on a huge teddy bear in his spare set of clothes. The back of his little head was facing me and his arms were wrapped around the bear. I can't even describe to you how my heart broke and how adorable and sad he looked on that couch. It took a lot to wake him and I had to make him walk to the car since I couldn't carry him with Noah strapped on the front of me in the Bjorn.
I made Evan a bed on the couch when we got home and we watched tv and read until his nap. This is what he told me, "I threw up all over Ella, a girl with long, yellow hair." Oh no! Ella's parents probably want to kill me for sending my sick kid to school and who in turn, threw up all over their daughter.
I wrote an email to the school and asked about poor little Ella, whose hair was long, yellow and curly now. A few nights later at the school harvest party Ms. Kathy, the director laughed when I approached her. Evan had thrown up on his teacher, Ms. Bethany, whose hair is long, blonde and stick straight. No curls. She had been carrying him at the time! She was coated in vomit and had to go up to the thrift store on the second floor to purchase a $2 outfit that she wore the rest of the day.
When I told Evan that his one teacher's name was Bethany, he cracked up and was like O that's right! Her name is Bethany... I thought it was Ella!
Apparently there is an Ella in his class too. And as for Evan, he's never sick more than a few hours. The very next day he was jumping off the couch, telling me he's bored.
Also, speaking of the school's harvest party, it was a few nights after Evan was sick. I wasn't going to go at first since Mike was traveling, Evan was recovering, and it was bitter cold. but we went anyway and I'm so glad we did. I threw the kids in their costumes and warm clothes, put Noah in his stroller - and we were off! It was dark and the families were told to bring flashlights. We roasted our own hot dogs and marshmallows, there were games, tons of food. It was small - it's a small school, but it was fun. We saw Evelyn, dressed as a princess! She said, "Hi, Evan!" and Evan smiled shyly and turned his head away. Then he threw up on her. Just kidding!
Noah fell asleep in his chicken costume and we walked home down Main St. in the dark with the sound of kids blowing whistles in the distance (the whistles were some of the prizes... every kid wanted a whistle). It was a magical, crisp, Halloween-feeling night. I just wish Mike could've been there to share it with us!
Halloween Fun
Here we are at Menz's haunted house restaurant. For those of you who know Menz's, it's pretty much a haunted house without the decorations with its dark, meandering rooms and taxidermy. When I was little, I was there with my parents and ordered a fried chicken basket. Then I couldn't eat it because the stuffed 2-headed animals made me visualize that I was eating a 2-headed chicken. My dad snapped, "It would taste the same, 2-headed or not - Eat it!" I couldn't...
Anyway, they decorated the place with black lights and monsters that pop out when you push the buttons. Then they give you flashlights to read the menu. Evan loved it, "This is the best restaurant EVER!" We all had to take turns taking him to the "scary room". Where he would scare us over and over again with a man where Evan would remove his head and then push a button and a dracula would pop out of a coffin. All kids in costume could pick out a Halloween prize out of a treasure chest. Evan chose a viking-style ax that he wanted to bring to church the next day.
That's not Evan's actual Halloween costume. We lost his fireman jacket! So he picked out the mailman costume our neighbors gave us.
This is before Noah put on his costume- we were running late as usual and had change him at the restaurant. We had plenty of time. We had to wait an hour, even with reservations. Thank God for the arcade and rides outside the restaurant.
Our NoNo was such a good boy... Even though it was super late for him. He doesn't like to miss out on anything, just like his brother. Didn't these brothers both make the cutest little chickens ever?
Noah at 6 mos.
Evan at 9 mos.
Here is Evan scaring us.
Unfortunately, Menz's is much more expensive now then it was when I was little. No more fried chicken baskets. So my mom and I ordered the clam strips platter (the cheapest thing on the menu) and split them with Evan. Mike ordered pork chops and did the same. So Evan had a little of everything, but skipped the applesauce. He is totally NOT into applesauce anymore. I don't know what happened. Anyway, it's going to be part of the Cronin family Halloween tradition from now on.
Anyway, they decorated the place with black lights and monsters that pop out when you push the buttons. Then they give you flashlights to read the menu. Evan loved it, "This is the best restaurant EVER!" We all had to take turns taking him to the "scary room". Where he would scare us over and over again with a man where Evan would remove his head and then push a button and a dracula would pop out of a coffin. All kids in costume could pick out a Halloween prize out of a treasure chest. Evan chose a viking-style ax that he wanted to bring to church the next day.
That's not Evan's actual Halloween costume. We lost his fireman jacket! So he picked out the mailman costume our neighbors gave us.
This is before Noah put on his costume- we were running late as usual and had change him at the restaurant. We had plenty of time. We had to wait an hour, even with reservations. Thank God for the arcade and rides outside the restaurant.
Our NoNo was such a good boy... Even though it was super late for him. He doesn't like to miss out on anything, just like his brother. Didn't these brothers both make the cutest little chickens ever?
Noah at 6 mos.
Evan at 9 mos.
Here is Evan scaring us.
Unfortunately, Menz's is much more expensive now then it was when I was little. No more fried chicken baskets. So my mom and I ordered the clam strips platter (the cheapest thing on the menu) and split them with Evan. Mike ordered pork chops and did the same. So Evan had a little of everything, but skipped the applesauce. He is totally NOT into applesauce anymore. I don't know what happened. Anyway, it's going to be part of the Cronin family Halloween tradition from now on.
Noah is 6 months!
Look at our little imp!
Look at him again.
And Again...
And AGAIN!
The last 2 remind me of the movie Overboard when Kurt Russell was showing Goldie Hawn doctored wedding pics, trying to convince her they were married. Noah's face looks like hers in those shots. Mouth open, confused expression.
You can't tell here, but he really is the most happiest person on earth. He loves everybody and everything. He's been at the fireworks this summer and didn't flinch. The Acme check-out lady could pick him up and bring him home and he'd be perfectly happy. Our realtor stopped over the other day and Noah started cracking up at her and put out his arms for her to carry him. He was in my arms at the time- wanting to transfer to her! Little punk. He gives everyone a big, toothless grin and if anyone smiles back at him he cracks up like they just told him the funniest joke. Oh he is cute. Even his hair... the softest, silkiest little baby fuzz you ever felt.
Well, here's the story on the milk. It's going away. Probably because Noah isn't much on nursing. My body knows it's hooked up to a machine and the supply just isn't there anymore. Marti told me the same thing happened to her at 6 mos. So on Noah's 6 mo. birthday (my and Mike's anniversary), I had to give Noah formula. He made this awful face and only drank about a half ounce. Mike tried feeding him later on that night and he drank a bottle then puked it up all over Mike (I was in the kitchen making dinner, crying... feeling so badly for my baby). Poor Noah is used to human milk and his little body didn't know what to do with something that was cow milk based. I tasted it and it was yuck. It had this awful metallic flavor. Tears were streaming down my face with that first bottle and I kept apologizing to him. So then we tried Earths' Best Organic and Noah tolerates it. The key word is tolerates. Also, it's making him constipated and he's been spitting up a lot more. I can't wait to see what it's going to do to his poops. I'm still giving him as much breast milk as I can, but I don't know for how long unless Noah starts nursing again to bring back the supply.
Also, Noah has been eating rice cereal since a week before his 6 mo. mark (and now oatmeal and squash). I grind up some banana for him now and again since he's been eating that since (sshhhh 5 months). It's funny because babies develop their palate partially from what you eat and they get through your breast milk. That's probably why Evan doesn't eat a lot of meat, because by the time he was a few months old I wasn't eating meat... Just fish. And Evan really likes seafood. He eats chicken and pork on occasion, as long as it doesn't have breading on it, but he's not much into red meat, except for an occasional pepperoni or hamburger and Very Rarely does Evan ever eat a hamburger. That most likely came from me. So now I eat everything with Noah, so it will be interesting to see what he ends up liking. Right now it's everything. He's been trying to grab food out of my hand and shove it in his mouth since he was 3 months.
But I have to give Evan some credit. He did try my homemade chili. He promised me he would when I told him I was going to put it in the crock pot. And he did. He took 2 bites and said "Yum. It's very good!" So asked him to take another bite and he said "No thank you!" I guess it wasn't THAT good. But that's how we usually get him. I always ask that he tries something once and if he likes it - awesome. If not, then don't eat it. At least you tried it and you know. Then we try again in a few months and keep our fingers crossed. It seems to work for now, but then again our boy is getting older and is much better with eating then he used to be. I can't take all the credit. I have to give some to the tv that distracts him enough to sneak things past him sometimes. That's us Cronins. We sit around the dinner table and eat dinner while staring at Phineas and Ferb.
Look at him again.
And Again...
And AGAIN!
The last 2 remind me of the movie Overboard when Kurt Russell was showing Goldie Hawn doctored wedding pics, trying to convince her they were married. Noah's face looks like hers in those shots. Mouth open, confused expression.
You can't tell here, but he really is the most happiest person on earth. He loves everybody and everything. He's been at the fireworks this summer and didn't flinch. The Acme check-out lady could pick him up and bring him home and he'd be perfectly happy. Our realtor stopped over the other day and Noah started cracking up at her and put out his arms for her to carry him. He was in my arms at the time- wanting to transfer to her! Little punk. He gives everyone a big, toothless grin and if anyone smiles back at him he cracks up like they just told him the funniest joke. Oh he is cute. Even his hair... the softest, silkiest little baby fuzz you ever felt.
Well, here's the story on the milk. It's going away. Probably because Noah isn't much on nursing. My body knows it's hooked up to a machine and the supply just isn't there anymore. Marti told me the same thing happened to her at 6 mos. So on Noah's 6 mo. birthday (my and Mike's anniversary), I had to give Noah formula. He made this awful face and only drank about a half ounce. Mike tried feeding him later on that night and he drank a bottle then puked it up all over Mike (I was in the kitchen making dinner, crying... feeling so badly for my baby). Poor Noah is used to human milk and his little body didn't know what to do with something that was cow milk based. I tasted it and it was yuck. It had this awful metallic flavor. Tears were streaming down my face with that first bottle and I kept apologizing to him. So then we tried Earths' Best Organic and Noah tolerates it. The key word is tolerates. Also, it's making him constipated and he's been spitting up a lot more. I can't wait to see what it's going to do to his poops. I'm still giving him as much breast milk as I can, but I don't know for how long unless Noah starts nursing again to bring back the supply.
Also, Noah has been eating rice cereal since a week before his 6 mo. mark (and now oatmeal and squash). I grind up some banana for him now and again since he's been eating that since (sshhhh 5 months). It's funny because babies develop their palate partially from what you eat and they get through your breast milk. That's probably why Evan doesn't eat a lot of meat, because by the time he was a few months old I wasn't eating meat... Just fish. And Evan really likes seafood. He eats chicken and pork on occasion, as long as it doesn't have breading on it, but he's not much into red meat, except for an occasional pepperoni or hamburger and Very Rarely does Evan ever eat a hamburger. That most likely came from me. So now I eat everything with Noah, so it will be interesting to see what he ends up liking. Right now it's everything. He's been trying to grab food out of my hand and shove it in his mouth since he was 3 months.
But I have to give Evan some credit. He did try my homemade chili. He promised me he would when I told him I was going to put it in the crock pot. And he did. He took 2 bites and said "Yum. It's very good!" So asked him to take another bite and he said "No thank you!" I guess it wasn't THAT good. But that's how we usually get him. I always ask that he tries something once and if he likes it - awesome. If not, then don't eat it. At least you tried it and you know. Then we try again in a few months and keep our fingers crossed. It seems to work for now, but then again our boy is getting older and is much better with eating then he used to be. I can't take all the credit. I have to give some to the tv that distracts him enough to sneak things past him sometimes. That's us Cronins. We sit around the dinner table and eat dinner while staring at Phineas and Ferb.
Trip to VA (and playset pictures - finally!)
We have no pictures of this trip. Our next big purchase is going to have to be a new camera. In the meantime, please view Evan's Aunt Kelly's montage of pictures of the cousins: Evan and Noah with Jack and Kate. They're all wearing jack o'lantern jammies from Mima. It may take a minute to load, but it's worth the wait - You're going to poop your pants it's so cute!
Kelly's Pictures (Click Me)
The ride to and from VA was awful, but the actual time spent on vacation was fantastic. The first half of the trip Mike talked his way into us getting a suite. It had a kitchenette, dining room table, 2 bathrooms (tv in one - Mike and Evan were very pleased.) The boys and I bummed around and shopped while Mike worked. One night we joined him at an outdoor reception and Noah had a chance to meet all of his coworkers (some had only seen him when he was first born). He was super cute and funny and charmed everyone. Mima and PoPo met us one day to hang out too. After 3 days in the hotel, we headed over to the Giffords. Evan and Jack ran around like maniacs and we got to see their newly finished basement - incredible!! A pub-like bar, tv/family space, toy/play space, beautiful bathroom and a workout room. We all got to meet Kate and they met Noah for the first time. Kate wasn't feeling Mike at first with his beard (I think she prefers big, curly moustaches), but by the end of the trip she warmed up to him and now they're almost best friends!
Some bad news for me and Noah. The trip was the start of me losing my milk supply. On the way down I thought I wasn't producing due to stress, which was probably partly true. But after a second session of only an ounce or so, I knew I was in trouble. More to come about this on Noah's 6 month update, but in the meantime I have to pull out some pictures or my sister and mom will yell at me for writing too much and not showing anything so.... Here's something I've been meaning to post for a very long time - Evan and Noah's new playset!!!!! Evan loves locking his grandmother and aunt in the clubhouse part. Poor Brittany actually thought she was locked in and kept screaming for help.
And here are some shots of Evan and Noah's playset being installed in August. It happened to be on the same day our old neighbors from Roxborough came for the weekend.
Evan had no idea this was happening. He knew there was a surprise from his grandparents and that's it. He and my mom were coming back from a walk when it arrived on a big trailor. Evan thought the little front end loader was his too. He seriously did.
Then we got to reap the rewards! My favorite part is the trapeze bars at the right. I like doing a little flip. Just in case you can't see: a club house with a door with keys, windows that open with screens, a porch, a rock wall, a slide, a tire swing under the clubhouse, 2 swings (one we replaced with a baby swing), trapeze, monkey bars.
O ya... a periscope, steering wheel and telescope mounted on the porch. The boys' playset is nicer than our house.
Kelly's Pictures (Click Me)
The ride to and from VA was awful, but the actual time spent on vacation was fantastic. The first half of the trip Mike talked his way into us getting a suite. It had a kitchenette, dining room table, 2 bathrooms (tv in one - Mike and Evan were very pleased.) The boys and I bummed around and shopped while Mike worked. One night we joined him at an outdoor reception and Noah had a chance to meet all of his coworkers (some had only seen him when he was first born). He was super cute and funny and charmed everyone. Mima and PoPo met us one day to hang out too. After 3 days in the hotel, we headed over to the Giffords. Evan and Jack ran around like maniacs and we got to see their newly finished basement - incredible!! A pub-like bar, tv/family space, toy/play space, beautiful bathroom and a workout room. We all got to meet Kate and they met Noah for the first time. Kate wasn't feeling Mike at first with his beard (I think she prefers big, curly moustaches), but by the end of the trip she warmed up to him and now they're almost best friends!
Some bad news for me and Noah. The trip was the start of me losing my milk supply. On the way down I thought I wasn't producing due to stress, which was probably partly true. But after a second session of only an ounce or so, I knew I was in trouble. More to come about this on Noah's 6 month update, but in the meantime I have to pull out some pictures or my sister and mom will yell at me for writing too much and not showing anything so.... Here's something I've been meaning to post for a very long time - Evan and Noah's new playset!!!!! Evan loves locking his grandmother and aunt in the clubhouse part. Poor Brittany actually thought she was locked in and kept screaming for help.
And here are some shots of Evan and Noah's playset being installed in August. It happened to be on the same day our old neighbors from Roxborough came for the weekend.
Evan had no idea this was happening. He knew there was a surprise from his grandparents and that's it. He and my mom were coming back from a walk when it arrived on a big trailor. Evan thought the little front end loader was his too. He seriously did.
Then we got to reap the rewards! My favorite part is the trapeze bars at the right. I like doing a little flip. Just in case you can't see: a club house with a door with keys, windows that open with screens, a porch, a rock wall, a slide, a tire swing under the clubhouse, 2 swings (one we replaced with a baby swing), trapeze, monkey bars.
O ya... a periscope, steering wheel and telescope mounted on the porch. The boys' playset is nicer than our house.
Irish Weekend in Wildwood
O my God! HE'S SO CUTE!
Mike doubles up. No wonder his back is always bothering him.
That's Evan's top half and Noah's bottom half. It looks like one really long kid, doesn't it?
Look at Noah's adorable little feet sticking out! I can't resist those little footsies.
Mike's ex-girlfriend! She's dressed up all fancy-like.
Mike doubles up. No wonder his back is always bothering him.
That's Evan's top half and Noah's bottom half. It looks like one really long kid, doesn't it?
Look at Noah's adorable little feet sticking out! I can't resist those little footsies.
Mike's ex-girlfriend! She's dressed up all fancy-like.
Cutest Brothers Ever!
Evan is looking at the toy catalog, picking out toys to add to his "Kis-mas list". He's been adding things since right after his 3rd birthday and has a collection of toy catalogs that he brings to bed with him and takes on car trips. If we were actually keeping tabs, the list would literally be 400 pages long. Everything goes on his Christmas list, including an actual quad and motorcycle. Note to grandparents - Evan is way too young to drive a quad or motorcycle. Noah is content to crumple paper and bang his baby monitor receiver on our glass table top.
Awwww... NoNo!
And giving stinker face on the playset. Santa's watching, Mr Stinker.
Awwww... NoNo!
And giving stinker face on the playset. Santa's watching, Mr Stinker.
Lil NoNo turns 5 months!
We don't have a camera anymore, just Mike's phone. Unfortunately Mike travels a lot so I had to recycle a picture. We've actually been snarking Grandmom's pictures. So here we are. 5 Months.
Hello everybody!
I know. I know. We posted this one already, but this is the exact day that Noah turned 5 months old. And this shot is so funny and sums him up so perfectly, I just had to post it again. Sorry NoNo, but it's your fault for being SO CUTE!
So let me give a little update on our baby. For awhile Noah was fussy. Really fussy. Part of the reason could've been the heat and the fact we dragged him to the beach all the time in the middle of it. He also had a bit of reflux too. But now he's mellowed out into a happy little baby. But that could change since babies have on and off months. I know there's a pattern to it, but for now Noah's very happy, smiley and giggly during the day.
As for nighttime... O dear God. Noah goes about every other night now. We have a little routine where Noah, like Evan, goes to bed 7:30-8pm. Ev gets 2 stories, a drink, a prayer, lights out, 2 minutes of Mike or I laying with him then we leave and blow kisses and he falls asleep. While one of us is with Evan, the other is with Noah. He's given a bottle or nursed, I sing him a song, say a little bedtime prayer and lay him down and he's out. Then 11:30 rolls by and he's up. Sometimes to 3am. I find myself watching Mel B.'s reality show at 2:30am with Noah in my arms watching it with me. He'll fall asleep for an hour, then up again at 4am. It's awful. Then the next night he only gets up once, nurses and drifts back to sleep immediately. It's been every other night like that and it has taken its toll on my mood and my sanity.
Then I noticed something today. Mike's in Boston and I'm hanging out with the boys in the playroom tonight after dinner. Noah had been drooling like crazy. Shirt soaking drool. He was fussy about an hour before bedtime and he was chewing on his pacifier like his life depended on it. I put my finger in his mouth and ran it along his gums. I felt a hard little lump to the right and rubbed it again to make sure. Noah let out a high pitch scream. A tooth is trying to push through!
So I gave him some tylenol tonight, so please everyone keep your fingers crossed for me. Sleep my little one. Sleeeeeep.
Also, I very unofficially started solids, but I'm stopping again because my mother gave me a a guilt trip. So the plan was to start at 6 mos, do the rice cereal thing for a week, oatmeal, a few days, introduce a fruit or veggie every 3 days, blah, blah, blah... But then Noah pushed me.
He STARES at me intently when I eat all the time and tries to grab my food, so sometimes I let him suck on my chunk of watermelon or apple slice or whatever. A week ago I was eating a delicious, ripe peach... so good it almost tasted like a mango. Noah was staring at me, trying to grab the peach with his mouth wide open yelling "Ah! Ah! AHHH!" So I let him suck on it. It was so ripe that some teeny pieces came off and dribble down his chin. I panicked and took the peach away. Noah gave me a desperate look, "AHHHH!" I translated it into "But WHY?" I was at my parents' house so I called my mom at work, "Where's the baby food grinder?" My mom was quiet at first then said "You should start with rice cereal". I finally got directions from her and I got it out of my sister's closet, cleaned it and ground up some peach with breast milk. I fed Noah out on the porch on my lap and he went nuts. The first 5 bites ended up on his bib, but he slurped it up after that. When I told mom about it lately she shook her head at me,"You should've started with rice cereal."
Throwing caution to the wind, he had banana the same way the next day, then apple the day after that. Now I'm reading my baby food cook book and it confirmed my mom's advice that I should hold off "At 6 months, your baby's digestive system is still new. The first foods you offer should be the most mild and digestible ones... earlier introduction of food has been linked to allergies, diabetes and obesity." I knew this stuff from when Evan was an infant, but I got so excited when Noah showed so much interest. Evan was never that interested in food, still isn't really. So now I'm waiting a bit and going for the rice cereal first. My dear mother will be happy. We'll see how our Noah feels about it. At least I have a little more time of innocent, stinkless breast milk poops where it's hard to tell if he pooped or not. Once Noah starts eating solids - watch out! They'll stink.
Hello everybody!
I know. I know. We posted this one already, but this is the exact day that Noah turned 5 months old. And this shot is so funny and sums him up so perfectly, I just had to post it again. Sorry NoNo, but it's your fault for being SO CUTE!
So let me give a little update on our baby. For awhile Noah was fussy. Really fussy. Part of the reason could've been the heat and the fact we dragged him to the beach all the time in the middle of it. He also had a bit of reflux too. But now he's mellowed out into a happy little baby. But that could change since babies have on and off months. I know there's a pattern to it, but for now Noah's very happy, smiley and giggly during the day.
As for nighttime... O dear God. Noah goes about every other night now. We have a little routine where Noah, like Evan, goes to bed 7:30-8pm. Ev gets 2 stories, a drink, a prayer, lights out, 2 minutes of Mike or I laying with him then we leave and blow kisses and he falls asleep. While one of us is with Evan, the other is with Noah. He's given a bottle or nursed, I sing him a song, say a little bedtime prayer and lay him down and he's out. Then 11:30 rolls by and he's up. Sometimes to 3am. I find myself watching Mel B.'s reality show at 2:30am with Noah in my arms watching it with me. He'll fall asleep for an hour, then up again at 4am. It's awful. Then the next night he only gets up once, nurses and drifts back to sleep immediately. It's been every other night like that and it has taken its toll on my mood and my sanity.
Then I noticed something today. Mike's in Boston and I'm hanging out with the boys in the playroom tonight after dinner. Noah had been drooling like crazy. Shirt soaking drool. He was fussy about an hour before bedtime and he was chewing on his pacifier like his life depended on it. I put my finger in his mouth and ran it along his gums. I felt a hard little lump to the right and rubbed it again to make sure. Noah let out a high pitch scream. A tooth is trying to push through!
So I gave him some tylenol tonight, so please everyone keep your fingers crossed for me. Sleep my little one. Sleeeeeep.
Also, I very unofficially started solids, but I'm stopping again because my mother gave me a a guilt trip. So the plan was to start at 6 mos, do the rice cereal thing for a week, oatmeal, a few days, introduce a fruit or veggie every 3 days, blah, blah, blah... But then Noah pushed me.
He STARES at me intently when I eat all the time and tries to grab my food, so sometimes I let him suck on my chunk of watermelon or apple slice or whatever. A week ago I was eating a delicious, ripe peach... so good it almost tasted like a mango. Noah was staring at me, trying to grab the peach with his mouth wide open yelling "Ah! Ah! AHHH!" So I let him suck on it. It was so ripe that some teeny pieces came off and dribble down his chin. I panicked and took the peach away. Noah gave me a desperate look, "AHHHH!" I translated it into "But WHY?" I was at my parents' house so I called my mom at work, "Where's the baby food grinder?" My mom was quiet at first then said "You should start with rice cereal". I finally got directions from her and I got it out of my sister's closet, cleaned it and ground up some peach with breast milk. I fed Noah out on the porch on my lap and he went nuts. The first 5 bites ended up on his bib, but he slurped it up after that. When I told mom about it lately she shook her head at me,"You should've started with rice cereal."
Throwing caution to the wind, he had banana the same way the next day, then apple the day after that. Now I'm reading my baby food cook book and it confirmed my mom's advice that I should hold off "At 6 months, your baby's digestive system is still new. The first foods you offer should be the most mild and digestible ones... earlier introduction of food has been linked to allergies, diabetes and obesity." I knew this stuff from when Evan was an infant, but I got so excited when Noah showed so much interest. Evan was never that interested in food, still isn't really. So now I'm waiting a bit and going for the rice cereal first. My dear mother will be happy. We'll see how our Noah feels about it. At least I have a little more time of innocent, stinkless breast milk poops where it's hard to tell if he pooped or not. Once Noah starts eating solids - watch out! They'll stink.
Firemen Weekend in Wildwood
Evan's obsessed with being a fireman. In fact, he's going to be a fireman again for Halloween. Yay! Saves us some money. So here we are checking out the fire trucks at the big parade in Wildwood.
Hi we're the dork family in sunglasses. This is one of those awkward family pictures that's going to be circulating on the internet someday.
The parade kicked off with streamer fireworks. Our kids held onto the streamers. Elizabeth took hers home to make pompoms. Evan wrapped himself up like a mummy.
Poor little Noah. I promise I will NEVER show this shot to any of your girlfriends.
Dan shows off his legs.
My happy little boy!
Hi we're the dork family in sunglasses. This is one of those awkward family pictures that's going to be circulating on the internet someday.
The parade kicked off with streamer fireworks. Our kids held onto the streamers. Elizabeth took hers home to make pompoms. Evan wrapped himself up like a mummy.
Poor little Noah. I promise I will NEVER show this shot to any of your girlfriends.
Dan shows off his legs.
My happy little boy!
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