Suzy Q Homemaker

We have a new love in our house. Read more…

I don’t think I have to expound upon the reasons why I love this Music Note Teether, but I’ll give you three hints:

1. I have a music degree
2. I love natural toys
3. I HAVE A MUSIC DEGREE

Woohoo!  We got to try out some Teething Bling from SmartMom Jewelry.  Timothy is just now getting into that slobbery, gooey phase where we are constantly wiping up buckets of drool from our shoulders and Timothy’s chin.  Ah, yes, our shoulders are now falling victim to the gnawing and clawing of a…dun Dun DUN!!! TEETHING BABY.  This also means my necklaces are prey to grabby little fists.  I tried wearing a string of pearls to a wedding recently and that was almost disastrous. Read more…

I can’t believe that Simon is six months old today! I’m going to get all mom here, but it seriously does not feel like half a year has gone by. I look at his newborn photos and I’m all like, “Awww, he was so little!” A lady at church just had her baby a couple weeks ago and he is so tiny compared to Simon.

Here’s what’s up with Simon these days:

Though he’s shown no real interest in rolling as a form of transportation, he does know how to do it. Except, of course, if he has a nighttime diaper on and then he wakes up if he’s having trouble getting from side to side. What he has been focusing on is baby push-ups and baby yoga. If he’s playing on his tummy, he likes to “swim” and push himself into “up dog.”

Simon has four teeth. I don’t really remember when the other boys’ teeth came in. I wasn’t a big teeth-coming-in-record-keeper, but I don’t think that either of them had teeth before six months. This is all very strange to me. The only thing it’s really affected is my ability to slip my nipple out of his mouth once he’s fallen asleep at the boob.

I don’t know how much he weighs, but I’m very proud of his growth and my not giving in to all the suggestions to give him solids. Even my older sister was surprised that I haven’t given him cereal yet. She takes her boys to a different pediatrician (who happens to be in the same practice that we changed from). This particular pediatric group is of the camp that suggests cereal and juice starting at four months. Anyway, he’s getting so big and squishy and cute. The only reason he whines when we’re eating dinner is when we forget to give him a spoon and an empty cup to play with.

The holidays are making me nervous and busy. I still haven’t figured out what to get Jamie for Christmas. What do you get for a guy who seems contented with everything and asks for nothing? I asked him if he would be offended if I got him pants for Christmas and he said no. So what? Do I get him pants?

Halloween is straining my relationship with Aiden. Every five minutes, he says, “I want purple bowl, mommy!” The purple bowl lives on top of the refridgerator and contains all the candy they received. It’s all my kids can think about, though Corey has more self-control and can take no for an answer a little easier than Aiden can. If I had a nickel for every time said, “Wait until after lunch/dinner,” I’d be a little richer. The only good that comes from having the Purple Bowl in sight is that it is incentive for finishing dinners and lunches. Of course, Aiden now wants to eat lunch at 9:00 in the morning just so he can have some candy. My plans aren’t fool-proof.

I have a lot of catching up to do in the business world since I spent almost all day yesterday on the couch. Sunday afternoon, I started getting a stomach ache that didn’t go away until last night. Monday, a migraine hit which didn’t really help matters since it was a vomitous migraine and I ended up making Jamie take me to the doctor. The doctor was sympathetic, but could really do nothing for me since I’m nursing. That was a waste of twenty dollars, but if I ever get sick, I have a prescription for phenigrin tablets that I can fill.

My plans for the rest of the week involve working on website content and cleaning the house.

Hey guess what?

My birthday is SOON!

I don’t have many plans for today other than folding the giant pile of laundry in the middle of the living room. I started yesterday, but Simon’s turning into a Mr. Grabby Hands and it’s hard to fold laundry when it’s being snatched away by a baby who just wants to drool all over the clean clothes.

Remind me not to eat chili for lunch ever again. I think Simon spit up on me a million times throughout the rest of the afternoon because of it. Other than his teething, I can’t think of any other reason he would’ve spit so much. I felt incredibly gross by the end of the night and I’m pretty sure my arms smelled like cheese.

I was just about to write how Aiden actually keeps his underwear on if he has slippers on his feet, but he just now took off the slippers so he could get his underwear off. So much for that idea. And I was proud of myself for that one.

What’s for dinner? I can’t decide between mac & cheese & tuna casserole and hamburger stew. I’m leaning toward the first one.