seven months.

i don't know how it happened.  i really don't.  at some point, time flew and this little boy turned seven months old.

i'm trying so hard to really let all the chaos sink in.  i'm trying not to flip out when it's 9 pm and i haven't even had a chance to pee.  i try to remember that one day i will wish that i had something to do that involved a baby and a 3 year old.

i was putting shoes up in the mudroom the other day.  they are scattered along the floor.  not where they are supposed to be.  as i bent to retrieve one, it hit me that all too soon that shoe won't be there.  i almost threw up i got so upset.  and the craziest part is that that night, i was watching some horrible reality show (maybe a housewives one?) and the woman said something about shoes on the floor.  and how they drive you crazy...but then one day you start to miss them.  and you want them back.  and that's when i full on starting crying.  sobbing.  wishing i was pregnant with my 16th kid.

max is great.  he's happy.  he's healthy...well, not really.  he has the p.neumonia.  and an ear infection.  but we're getting over it quickly.  he hasn't had fever since monday morning. so that's good.  he weighs 20 pounds.  i don't know how long he is.  he's in 12 to 18 month clothing.  and he has the chubbiest food you have ever seen.  it won't fit in normal shoes.  like, idk.

he eats 2 to 3 meals a day.  usually a banana with cinnamon and oatmeal for breakfast.  maybe raspberries and oatmeal.  he takes a bottle every 4 hours.  still on soy.  i'm pretty sure he doesn't have a lactose allergy, but i'm not changing anything.  we will see at a year.  he eats a veggie for lunch.  and usually a veggie and fruit at dinner.  so far, he's eaten brocolli, quinoa, avocado, edamame, squash, butternut squash, acorn squash, sweet potatoes, regular potatoes, green peas, green beans, carrots, zucchini, cauliflower and asparagus.  fruits include: mango, banana, peach, blueberry, raspberry, prunes, apricot, and apple.  and pears.  of course pears with the soy.

i'm trying to cover all my bases on the veggies.  so that when he gets a little older, the tastes aren't new.  that way he will hopefully eat them with us at dinner.  when he gets teeth.  i think this is why pratt loves vegetables as much as he does.  but i don't know.  and max, i think, would eat anything at this point.  he loves to eat.  i do too.  he gets it honestly.

before the pneumonia thing, i was really trying to work on sleep.  he has been sleeping like pratt did.  pratt really did self soothe around 4 months.  i totally forced it at that point, but it was easy with him.  i didn't think it had been easy with max until i really sat down and thought about it.  i think it's my fault.  i haven't been as consistent with him.  i'm always worried his crying will wake pratt.  and so i run to him at the first sound of a whimper.  from what i have read this is common with the second child.

he's so much bigger than pratt and so i convinced myself that he really was hungry at 1 am and 3 am and again at 430 am.  but he's not.  he's just not.  i mean, sure he might could eat.  couldn't we all?  but he doesn't need it.  and it's at the point where he's not getting the good, consistent, consolidated sleep that he needs.  and so i had to realize that.  and really plan on sticking with helping him to self soothe.  he's a colic baby.  and they really are SO VERY DIFFERENT.  like, he could scream for 3 solid hours and never break a sweat.  never even pop a tear.  just scream.  like pratt can talk...max can scream.  nothing but a g thing.  for reals.

but i think we're close.  the last few naps, he's whimpered for a few minutes then plays in his crib and falls asleep.  and i'm trying not to get him up before 6 am.  unless of course something is wrong.  i do change his diaper and flip him on his belly and insert his pacifier at 5.  because i don't know how anyone falls asleep with a pee diaper.  ugh.

long road to a small house: he's happy.  he's healthy.  he's loved.

oh, the love part.  his brother loves him.  in the mornings, pratt will say, "put max up here by me.  i'll love him."  it melts my heart.  max is totally smitten with pratt.  and pratt loves him right back.  praise the Lord for this.  i really think that this was God's way of helping me through the colic.  i do.  i seriously do. because during those 121 days, pratt never was ugly about the screaming.  wait, he did pop him on the head once.  but just once.

those odds are awesome.

we are so blessed. may i never, ever forget that.

happy week!




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