10 Months

Aiden was 10 months old last week.  It is crazy.  He has come so far in a month.  Last month I was so concerned because he didn't want to sit up and wasn't really crawling.  Now, he is everywhere!  Trying to stand, crawling, sitting up, and talking, talking, talking.  He also has both bottom teeth now and I can see the first top one about to come in.  He is so much fun to watch and definitely not as high maintenence as before.  Instead of us handing him toys and trying to entertain him all the time, he can go get what he wants and play some by himself.  I can tell he is ready for child interaction.  Whenever he gets around a big group of kids, all he does is touch them and stare.  He is ready to play!  I am unsure of his weight and height but here are a few other stats.

clothing size: 9m
diaper size: 3
sleep schedule: 2 naps a day around hour to hour and a half and 12 hours at night on average
words: still just mama, dada, and hi.  He loves to wave at everyone
food: 2 meals a day. still some baby food but alot of adult food as well.  You love everything! bottles in between 7-8 oz depending.

                                                        can you see the bottom tooth?

                                         we have a hard time staying focused if you can't tell!

Family Pics

I had some pictures taken last month because I wanted to get some made before Aiden got his helmet.  In a perfect world we would have waited to he turned 1 year old but 9 months will have to do.  The talented Kevin Beasley took them and I am very pleased with the way they turned out.  Aiden didn't care too much about the pics but as soon as we det him down by himself for a few shots, he just started performing.  So typical...Have a great week!

Dear Diary...

I recieved this email from my friend JoAnna about a week ago.  It was a rather long e-mail so I debated reading it immediately when I opened it or saving it for later.  I am so glad I took the time to read it.  I was dying out laughing.  I accidentally deleted it and had it re-send it because I wanted to send it to so many people.  Ya'll should definitely take the time to read it.  Enjoy!

Dear Diary,

For my birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal training at the local health club.

Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.

Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.

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MONDAY:

Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god-- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines.. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!

Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!

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TUESDAY:

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.

Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.

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WEDNESDAY:

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.

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THURSDAY:

Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late-- it took me that long to tie my shoes.

He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny bitch to find me.

Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine-- which I sank.

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FRIDAY:

I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.

Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps!

And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?

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SATURDAY:

Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel..

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SUNDAY:

I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

Week's Worth of Appointments

I feel like the last week has been an absolute whirlwind.  It is extremely hard trying to work and attend all of Aiden's doctors appointments in 3 different towns within a week but I managed to only have to take 1 day off to get it done.  We had our 9 month check-up and then turned right around and had an appointment with Dr. King for his heart and in Shreveport for his head.

Update with Dr. King went well.  We did an echo about 6 weeks ago and there was no change in the size of his holes.  Dr. Lucus who would be the surgeon in New Orleans looked at his chart and recommended that we try and wait longer.  Dr. King concurred and we have decided since he is growing that we should let him try and get bigger before surgery.  Chances of the big hole ever closing now are very slim but possible.  We have until age 3 to make a decision if needed from what I understand.  We will not see Dr. King again for 3 months and this will be the longest we have gone.  Seems pretty good to me. 

The very next day we headed to Shreveport to get Aiden's helmet for his head.  After 2 months, we are finally getting on with this process.  I wish we could have done it 2 months ago because it is already so hot.  The good news is since we have all wood floors in our house, his little head is protected from any bumps while is is learning crawling and eventually walking.  The appointment took about an hour and a half and we learned how to clean the helmet, put it on and take it off, and look for any skin problems.  We started the first day just wearing it one hour on and one off.  Then we worked up to 2,4,and 8 hours on.  The fifth day was the full 23 hours on.  Surprisingly, Aiden did very well. He only seems bothered when we put it on or take it off.  But boy is he sweating.  At the baseball game last night, I finally just took it off.  His poor face was beat red and it looked like he had a bath his hair was so wet.  What difference is a few hours off going to make.  The consultant said it would take a few weeks for the sweating to calm down.  I am just praying his head will grow fast and we can hurry and get the helmet off before August.  The average baby wears it for 4.5 months.  We will see!  Here are some pics I snapped over the weekend.

                                                      First day of helmet...not too sure!

                                                         Day 2...feeling much better

And I just had to include these pics from our bath.  Aiden absolutely loves his bath.  He wants all his toys in the tub with him but only wants to hold his duck or turtle.  He looks so sweet and innocent here.  Literally one minute after these were taken he did number 2 in the tub.  I couldn't believed it!  I thought that only happened in the movies.  I guess I've officially been initiated into motherhood!!