Your Turn, Birdie...

Phoebe, my baby sister, moved to Puerto Rico a week ago. Thankfully, she has decided to keep a blog (your turn birdie) so we can follow along in her adventures. She's posted some pretty cool pictures too. I just wanted to share the link in case you're interested.
The title came from the same place her nickname came from... a wonderful woman named Floss. We used to do Thanksgiving with my mom's brother Dail, his family, and his best friend's family. Floss was Uncle Dail's best friend's mom. She was about 4'11 with shoes on and full of spitfire. This was a woman that could make you belly laugh just by being. She was definitely getting up there in age and so she was slightly hard of hearing (good luck trying to tell her that though.) Anywho... we got to the beach house the first year that she and Jim came and we were going through the introductions... My mom: "Hi Floss! I'm Marilyn, Dail's sister." Floss: "Well, hi there." Me: "Hi Floss, I'm Catron." Floss: "Huh? What was that?" Me: "Catron, but you can call me Cat." Floss: "Oh, ok! Hello Cat!" Phoebe: "Hi Floss, my name is Phoebe." Floss: "What'd you say? PEEDIE??" Phoebe: "No, no, Phoebe" Floss: "Oh, ok Peedie... like a bird or something!" Add in there the most amazing laugh. So that is where "Peedie" came from. Later in the weekend, while playing a raucous game of Spite and Malice, Floss informed Phoebe that it was her play by yelling, "It's your turn, Birdie!!" again, add in that contagious laugh and there you have it - the story of "Peedie" and "it's your turn, birdie." I realize this is only funny to my family but ooh was it funny!!
Miss you, Peedie!

Our Precious Child...

Ok, I’m doing it… I’m risking it all and posting about what a rock-star our baby is. Let me start from the beginning... Cole was a sleeper from the get-go. He didn’t cry when he was born – they suctioned him and he let out a little, “whaa” noise and that was it. He was here and there was too much to take in to worry about crying. He looked around for about 30 minutes and then fell asleep. He pretty much slept from that point on. We had trouble with breastfeeding (I realize now that I haven’t posted about our struggles *note to self*) because he was such a hard sleeper. Even the boob Nazis (lactation consultants – and BTW, mine were awesome!) couldn’t get him to wake up to eat. So, his very first night in the world, with his mom prepared to wake up every 2 hours to feed him… he slept for 4 hour stretches – only waking because the nurse made me try to feed him. Ok, I’m rambling already and I’m not even making my point. To sum up… he was sleeping 5-6 hours a night his 1st week home, 6-8 hours a night his 2nd week and 9-12 hour a night from 3 weeks on. His schedule now is closer to about 8-10 hours since I’ve returned back to work. He usually goes down between 9 and 10pm and then will wake up around 6:30-7ish. If it’s a morning when he’s going to daycare or to my mom’s house he’ll eat and we’ll leave. If it’s a morning when Linda (MIL) is coming over or a day I’m not working he’ll get up around 7ish, eat, and then go back down until 9:30-10ish! What a super-star!! Oh, and he still naps like a champ during the day too. He comes from a family of champion nappers though.

Now, I didn’t tell you that to rub it in your face, or to brag, or to jinx myself (please hear that part, sleep gods!) I told you that part to tell you this part… Sunday night for the first time since I can remember… Cole woke up at 2:30am. I could tell that this wasn’t just a wake-up and then settle back to sleep kind of thing so I went in and got him. We sat in the rocker and I tried the paci – didn’t work – I tried nursing him – wasn’t having it – I re-swaddled him with one arm out in case he wanted his fingers – nothing - I put him on my shoulder and bounced him around the room… one lap in and he let out the loudest fart ever! He immediately stopped crying and fell back asleep. I somehow managed to put him back in his crib and get out of the room before completely losing it. I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. I went back to bed and fell asleep only to wake up about an hour later to a strange sound on the monitor. It sounded like Cole was taking his hand and running it down the slats of the crib. My brain, foggy with sleep, tried it’s best to make sense of the sound – Cole isn’t quite able to get over to the side of the crib to run his hand along the slats, Cole isn’t long enough to run his hand over that many slats, Cole isn’t quite strong enough hit the slats hard enough to make that loud of a noise…. My sleepy brain was just not working. That’s when wonder-hubby woke up and said, “Is that gas?” AH-HA!! Yes, our little precious baby proceeded to “lawnmower” poot his way through the night. The massive one he let out for me was the only one that seemed to make him unhappy. He slept through the rest of the night while Wyatt and I giggled.

Love to all,

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Technologically illiterate...

So, I have a video of the most adorable baby giggle....

but...
I can't get it off of the video camera and on to the computer!!! :-(
It is the most joyful sound and it's impossible not to laugh along with it... but once again, I can't share it with you yet because as best I can figure out, I don't have the right cable.
I'm on a mission to share though so I will do my best to figure this out.
Love to all,

Rollin', Rollin', Rollin' on a River....

doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...
You guessed it... we've got a roller!! Cole rolled all the way over all by himself tonight! We captured his closest attempt on video (he still had his armed pinned underneath him) but then, about an hour later, he got all the way over with both arms out!! We couldn't tell if he was more surprised by his new view of the world or by the OOC reaction from us! We were so pumped!! As I said, I don't have video of the complete rollover but I do have pictures!
Love to all,

Johnny Jumper!!

We gave the Johnny Jumper a shot the other night with the help of Aunt Peedie. It was hilarious! Cole thought the object was to eat it... he didn't quite understand the jumping part but it was cute anyway! I took video but I'm a dummy and held the camera the wrong way so in order to watch it you'd all have to turn your heads to the side. Whoops. I'll try again later. Here's a picture at least.
Cole - the Johnny Jumper - baby legs
What could be better??

"I like to be in America, OK by me in America..."

"Everything's free in American, For a small fee in AmeRIca..." I can't get that song out of my head! (West Side Story for anyone who didn't pick up on it) Phoebe is currently on the plane to San Juan... " 'I like the city of San Juan...' 'I know a boat you can get on...' "

We miss her already!! We all had dinner last night and I told her that I would do my very best to send/post a picture of Cole for every day that she is there - that way she can keep up with him. Now, whether I can do it, that's another thing. I'm going to give it my best shot though.

Love you, Peedie!!

Friday the 13th!

I love Friday the 13th. I've loved it since the 6th grade when Kaley J. had a party and we watched scary movies and I got to share a blanket with Calvin S. and Kaley asked him if he liked me and he said yes. Since then, I've had some great Friday the 13ths... the most memorable ones being Friday, April 13, 2007 - the day before my wedding - when my bridesmaids and I all put on our luckiest sundresses and played putt-putt. Friday, August 13, 2009 - the day my little boy turned 3 months old!! 3 months, can you believe it?!? He is blowing my mind every day. I know I haven't said a whole lot about his demeanor and habits and all of that... I've been too afraid I would jinx myself. I think if we make it to 3 months and 1 day with our habits still in tact I will take the risk of speaking/typing the words out loud.

Happy Friday the 13th everyone!!

Body Giggle!

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