My Cutie Boy

Andrew's babysitter took this picture of him a while ago (when he was first learning to sit up) with her camera. I think that Andrew looks really cute in it and it is pretty good for a camera phone.

The Messy Affair

Last night, I gave Andrew some chicken soup (with veggies) and beef stew for dinner. After a few spoonfuls of the soup he just burst out crying. Real tears coming down and everything. I could tell that he really wanted to be held so I quickly unstrapped him, picked him up and cuddled him. I have no idea what brought on the crying. (I know that the soup wasn't too hot since I am pretty neurotic about that.) Once Andrew was safely in my lap I decided to try and feed him a little more because after all he did not eat enough before. So with the bowls on the highchair tray and Andrew in my lap I started to give him some more. He ate very nicely. He ate some more soup, and some carrots and turnips from the soup (no chicken because he gets personally if I try to feed it to him and will then proceed to not eat anymore since he doesn't trust what it is) and then a potato and a drop of beans/barley and meat from the stew. In the middle, as he often does, Andrew tried grabbing at the plate (the one with the beef stew luckily) so I cut up a few pieces of the potato and put them on the tray so that Andrew could feed himself a little. He was doing fine this way (with me pushing a few bites into his mouth myself) until he decided that he needs to take it directly from the plate. He pulled the plate and put his hand into the stew. He was just grabbing and then shoving things into his mouth. Needless to say it was a big mess. Then he toppled over the soup bowl (the highchair tray has a rim so at least the spill was contained). After grabbing at more of the stew, Andrew (my little neat one - now where did he get that from) decided that he did not like the mess on the back of his hand, so he started rubbing his hand on the side of the highchair to clean it off (so some got onto the rug but I cleaned it up quickly before it could get mashed in). After I thought that he had ate enough and that there was a big enough mess I called my husband to bring us some paper towels. I washed off Andrew and the tray and picked up the pieces from the floor.

Later Andrew got to have his desert - baked apples, which he really loves.

So yeah there was a big mess, but we had fun and Andrew looked to cute. If only I had thought (and had clean enough hands) to take a picture at the time...

Oh well, I am sure things like this will happen again (and again, and again...)

By the way, while I am talking about food - does anybody have some good recipe ideas that I can make for Andrew (he is nine months old)?

Happy Birthday!!!

Today Andrew turns nine months old!!!

He is getting so big and doing so many new things each day.

I am so proud of him and love him so much!!!

Poor Baby

My son is sick. He has a nasty cough and runny nose and I am not sure what to do to help him. I mean I guess there isn't really anything to do just wait until it runs its course. Meanwhile I have given him some chicken soup (supposed to help everything right) with all the veggies in it and put a humidifier in his room. His breathing seems to be better with it but he is definitely not sleeping as well. I hope he gets better soon. Any advice?

The Picture Everyone Has Been Waiting For

This is my adorable son. He is about five months in this picture and he is over eight months now so I really need to post a more recent one.

Angel Baby

My husband and I always say that our son is an angel baby. Not only do we think that he is the cutest thing ever but he is just so good. We feel so lucky but we also feel that we are spoiled and (G-d willing) when we have our next child that child will be a little terror!

Last night, I had to go into Andrew's room to get something after he was already asleep. Unfortunately, he must not have been in a deep enough sleep at that point and started stirring. Then he just put himself into a sitting position, started looking at me and smiling. What a cutie!!! Before he could awaken fully I quickly tiptoed out of the room and closed the door. No sooner did I do this then I hear a cry starting. I went back in, figuring I would give him his pacifier (I know, I know), calm him down and hopefully he would go back to sleep. When I got closer to the crib I realized that I couldn't reach the pacifier or him without lowering the side and I didn't want to lower it since it would make noise. So I looked at him and in a very soft tone I said "Andrew take the pacifier." To my surprise, he actually took it, laid back down and went back to sleep.

How amazing is that!

Cutie Pie

Before I continue writing any more posts I am going to introduce you to my son, Andrew, since he will probably be featured a lot :-)

As I said, his name is Andrew and he is just the cutest baby alive. Not only is he cute but he is just so well-behaved. I could not have asked for a better son. (Take this all with a grain of salt since it all comes from the doting mother). So he is now about 8 and a half months and he is my first child. He was born in June at 7 lbs 7 ounces. Now he is over 20 pounds. All that means is that he is damn heavy to pick up ( I really need to do some back strengthening exercises in order to keep up with him) and that we will need to buy him a new car seat soon.

Last week he started crawling, and I mean really crawling, no more gliding or going backwards. This is forward on all fours, getting into all sorts of trouble. He somehow knows just where he shouldn't go and of course those spots are the most exciting!!! Even now with the crawling A's favorite thing to do is to stand but he can't get to that without help. He just looks at you and holds up his arms so that you will hold his hands to give him the leverage he needs. Then once he is up he just stand there, taking in the world. What a cutie!!! Oh, and he still have no teeth.