Four months old and...

...addicted to t.v.! Okay, so we never plunk him down in front of the t.v. on his own, and he's far better entertained by his toys and books, but I've often caught him glued to the tube - like when I try to burp him on my shoulder if I'm up in our bedroom and the t.v. is on, he'll twist his head enough to be able to see the t.v. reflection in the mirror, as his back is to the t.v. itself. And with big screens especially, he is fascinated with the colour and action that the t.v. has to offer. Anyhow, I just thought I'd post a picture of it.

A Roll in the Hay

Mario, oh Mario, please bring sod soon!!

Raider has been loving the warm weather and begs (yes, literally) to be let outside to romp in the hay in the backyard as we've yet to get our sod (you know S-W Ontario, it may still snow). Normally he prefers to bask in the sun lying against the house, but today he apparently learned a more enjoyable deal - rolling in the hay... and you thought I meant something else with my blog title! ;) Anyhow, it would all be well and good save for a mess when he comes inside - and he fooled me twice to let him out to do so! What a brat...

He & I have been losing weight, though - finally! I've been walking him every single day (yes, a normal feat for most dog owners but I didn't get out very often in the snow with the stroller, especially as our street has incomplete sidewalks as there are still dirt lots). Anyhow, both he and I have been seeing results. I've not actually weighed him, but his ribs are becoming defined through his coat; as for me, I have in fact lost some pounds, and am finally down to what I first weighed pregnant - so 8 lbs. to go, which is reasonable. I must admit I'm envious of those I see who quickly shed the baby weight, particularly as it's almost 5 months post-delivery, but I'm getting there... afterall, I did pack on more than 40 pounds thanks to Isaiah! I'm trying to ignore my cravings dictated by my sweet tooth as well and so far it's been fairly easy. I did have to indulge in ice cream this week, though, as I'm battling what I'm sure is strept throat (but I avoid doctors at all costs).

In terms of weight, Isaiah is the opposite of us, which is a good thing. He's been devouring his cereal for lunch, even though I up the quantity weekly. Soon we'll be moving on to single veggies. Poor Raider will have to wait for strained meat to perchance find its way to the floor as the one people food he refuses to eat are his veggies. He gets no scraps from us, poor fellow, and no treats either since his last trip to the vet.

Back to baby... I continue getting sidetracked on dog tangents. One last random point to address today: I am still baffled at how companies come to label clothes in terms of sizing for babies. Like today, as I dressed Isaiah in something from his 6-9 stack of clothes that he'd not yet worn. Well, the shirt just snaps and the sleeves just reach his wrists, yet he is 4 and 1/2 months old. The pants, mind you, were quite long, which was surprising as he's in the 99th percentile when it comes to length. So I can't put them on as an outfit, which is fine but strange. He's got some sleepers that say 12 months but he's already outgrown them, and yet some (though very few) 0-3 month items can still work. Anyhow, my point is, I find it all inconsistent even though they base it on the weight. Good thing we plan to have at least one more child in the future; otherwise, quite a few items of clothes would be going to waste as I realized too late that they would have fit earlier than they did.

Busy Bees

Apparently it was a busy weekend for us as I've not been on to post a new snipet of our lives since Thursday. So, I'd better take advantage of Isaiah's nap and get to posting quickly (as those who know, he snoozes for a maximum of 20 minutes). Anyhow, our weekend was in fact relatively busy.

Friday, despite feeling under the weather which I have for over a week after catching whatever it was Isaiah caught, I went to skating so my mom watched Isaiah while I was on the ice. He's beginning to really make strange and play mama's boy, so I apologize to my mom and others in advance who may watch him for his hysterics - but you know it's all an act, so hopefully you can trick him out of it. I hate it because this means I'm not really able to say goodbye to him, as I don't wish to encourage the hysterics which tend to come when he realizes I'll be leaving him for some time. Thankfully he's been around different people and he's been watched by grandparents and aunts & uncles often enough to begin to get some sense of security from those people, but I know this will be a stage to get through for some time. Afterall, he is the son of the once little boy who cried when his mom took him to school (yes, kindergarten, not high school!).

Saturday we went to London with Greg's family (yes, I know, they're really my family too...) as Stacey & Ermal needed stuff for their new house from Teppermans and we needed to buy a birthday gift for Greg's cousin Zach. After a quick and might I add poor wrapping job of the robotyrannis, we headed to Greg's grandparents/aunt & uncle's (same house) for the birthday celebrations. It was pretty neat to see the kids interact with Isaiah, and him in return. He definitely knows the difference between adults and kids, and favours the latter. And Rachelle is such a mom, she loves to hold him and just lay beside him. At one point she and I were singing children's songs to him together; she's adorable! Even Justin took to lying on the floor with him and coming to check him out every so often, despite the fact that's he'd prefer Isaiah could rough 'n tumble with him. He was so cute too, running around in his Spiderman underwear by the end of the night, flexing his muscles. And Greg is such a little kid too, he was playing Guitar Hero with Liz on Zach's PS2 for hours. I'm glad the X-box has yet to find its' way into the house! Anyhow, so that was Saturday.

Sunday morning we went out for lunch to Aroma with Isaiah's soon-to-be (as May is finally within sight) godparents. Altin has grown far more comfortable holding Isaiah and he was up and about with his Tia because he hates to sit still. I've been trying to keep his lunch fairly consistent so even he got to eat at the restaurant, a fine meal of rice cereal as he'd had his milk prior to leaving. After lunch it was off to check out very low-end cars as the Toyota is on its' last legs. We're likely not going to get anything, not until I go back to work likely, but if the Toyota can't make it then we may have to. At least Greg only puts about 2 km/day on a vehicle since his work is almost in sight, so for now we can lease rather than finance, which is preferable anyhow since we're looking at the cheapest cars possible. Then it was off to watch Altin's soccer game before heading home. The evening brought shopping at Superstore here in town and watching a horrid movie (well, I think only Ermal and I saw the entire thing as both Greg and Stacey fell asleep; fair enough since they're the two who had to go to work this morning!). Poor Raider was deprived of walking this weekend, but once Greg gets home from work we're going to take the whole family out to enjoy the weather.

So there's a huge update... which ended with perfect timing as I sense some life in the playpen beside me!

Splish Splash I Was Taking a Bath

So bathtime has become interesting for Mr. Crazy Legs, aka my son. For the past few weeks Isaiah has been developing his motor skills, and he chooses to practice during bathtime it seems. A welcome change from his initial reaction to bathing, which was sheer terror on his part, he now calmly stretches out and lets himself submerge into warm bliss... for 5 seconds. Then he's kicking up a storm (I know, we really do want him to play soccer, but there's a time and a place for practicing drills!), splashing water all over me and the bathroom. It's craziness! Sheer chaos! I'm wondering when it may become easier to bathe him, particularly as Greg tends to work when I'm giving Isaiah his bath... but for now, it's wet 'n wild fun for us! I must go dry off...

Handy Woman

Alright, so Greg's been working a ton of overtime lately (he's got to get it while he can in the auto industry, that's for sure), and so I've not even bugged him to hang things in the house because I know it's the last thing he wants to do. And since normally I'm more destructive than necessary, by accident I assure you, I've avoided doing that sort of thing in this house thus far. However, I'm starting to hate the lack of a sense of feeling like this is our home, so I finally decided to just hammer away today! (Don't worry sweetie, I actually did okay! If you're reading this at work, don't freak!) There's still far more to do (I know my limitations - I didn't hang anything that would require anchors in the wall first), but the upstairs is slowly gaining a feeling of this being our home. We've been starting to collect the Willow Tree figurines, ever since getting married, so they're now proudly displayed on a shelf. And Isaiah's room was far from done even though it's the room in the house with the most on the walls. I put up three shelves there too and added some things he's already acquired in four months - like his first pair of Mickey ears from Disney! Now we just need to take our dining room table and buffet to get stained, hang the rest of the art up and we'll finally have settled in for real. I can't wait to start the basement too, though that will be in the distant future, which is surprising because I know a good deal of it will be dedicated to the Oakland Raiders. At least there will be a bar... Haha. And on that note...