Nerdstar and I were talking about a week ago about what, if anything, had been a surprise for us this year. First and most of all, while I felt he would be a good baby/kid - I just can’t tell you how good he is/has been. He’s slept well, ate well, plays well. He's always so happy to go out to eat with us or run errands with me. We won the baby lottery!
I’ve been with him every day this year, and am so happy to be able to say that. I’m so grateful to God for him.
In picking words to describe him, one of the best is undeterred. Some would call it stubborn, but it’s slightly different from that. Two is goofy. In public, especially when strangers talk to him, he has this adorable serious face. He doesn’t laugh easily, (he’s not even really ticklish, but he humors us and laughs anyway) but he has this goofy spirit about him.
This last week, he's starting to warm up to strangers, smile at them, laugh at them, interact with them. It's so funny to watch him be a ham.
In the last week or two he's also started insisting on reading his books. Reading to him wasn't something we really did very often, but he's had his books laying around with his other toys. We noticed he knew which book was which, and he'd throw one to indicate he wanted it read. We've read "Five Little Monkeys" "The Hungry Caterpillar" and an ABC book by Dr. Suess a hundred times lately. He really loved having his Granny and Pa here to read to him.
It's just been a great year overall, in spite of all the worrying we did. We couldn't have asked for a better child!
Well, Noah's 1st birthday was a low-key family affair because the grandparents were in town. We got an ice cream cake. He likes ice cream and the cake wasn't too bad either.
I went ahead and got a few books for his future reading.
His favorite toys, other than balls to throw, are the ones where he can push a button and music plays. It was hard to find one we liked, but this has easy to push buttons and more than three songs, so it's cool.
And while he loves the music his toys play, he never really pays any attention when I have the iPod playing. But, we got him some more tunes anyway.
Granny and Pa brought him a few old toys, mine or my brothers or my nephews. I love that none of them have batteries!
The rocking chair was mine as a child. The tigger chair was my nephews. Pretty cool.
For reasons unclear to me, most of Noah's favorite toys are trash - literally. He loves to crawl around with a baggy in his fist. (It's pretty funny to watch him crawl around with anything in his fist, but he's getting better at it!) He got a water bottle that still has a little bit of water in and loves to shake it. Of course, there's the cardboard tube from the foil. He also loves to pull up on the kitchen trash can and start throwing the trash on the floor. I guess he's looking for new toys.
Other than those, he likes toys that play music when he pushes buttons. And it was surprisingly hard to find him a new/good one like that for his birthday. But we found one. He still loves to throw balls and go get them. The most fun place to throw a ball is past the rails and down the stairs.
His other favorite pastime is pulling up on everything and pulling everything possible onto the floor. My brilliant strategy for that is to leave it all on the floor until the end of the day. Poor boy only gets to pull everything down once day.
Maybe most of all though, he loves to crawl very, very fast.
Well, we're getting closer to surgery day. Ten days ago I got my blood drawn. Then, last Friday I spent over an hour at the hospital getting pre-registered and meeting with a nurse to fill out info and learn about the process from start to finish. I've never had surgery before. I also met with the surgeon for about two minutes last Friday. I actually like that he's young and no-nonsense. The nurse I met with at the hospital said he's really good.
So, I show up at the hospital at 9:00 Friday morning and go straight to the surgery area. Thankfully I don't have to go through registration that morning. Then it's an hour and a half of getting ready for surgery - changing into gown, getting the IV in, talking with anesthesiologist, whatever. Then, as long as they can do this laparscopicly and don't have to open me up, the procedure will take about an hour. Then it's a couple of hours of post-op recovery. With any luck, we'll be at the hospital around six hours. Not bad.
Now, I'm not worried about any of it. Which is weird for me. But I do think the whole surgery thing is strange. I'll come home missing a part of me. Now, I'm really glad (and optimistic) that they don't have to actually open me up to look inside. I've always thought that would be so creepy.
Nerdstar and Noah will be at the hospital while I'm there. We're still trying to sort out billing from Noah's birth, so she'll hopefully be able to speak to someone in person and explain that they have failed to take into account $ the insurance company gave them. Ugh. It's been so crazy. We always wonder what people do who don't have the skills/time to keep up with wrong bills like this - they just get screwed it seems. That will keep them busy part of the time. Other than that, we'll pack lots of snacks for Noah and hopefully find a nice, long hallway for him to crawl up and down as fast as he can.
Monday, my parents should be arriving. They're driving up from Dallas this weekend. My techno-phobe folks even bought a Garmin for the trip. They had been planning a road trip this summer already, and I explained that they should drive the rest of the way here for Noah's birthday. Then this surgery came up and we scheduled everything so they'd be here for it and his bday. Because even if everything goes well, I can't pick up Noah for about a week.
Hi everyone! This is Nerdstar and I'm just here to put in a long overdue entry. We're about 11 days away from Noah Maxx's first birthday, and 4 days away from B's gallbladder surgery. Life is moving on in its usual fast pace.
After almost a year into my tenure at the big bad defense contracting company, I've arrived at the conclusion that it's no longer worth it, the long commutes, the cooperativeness at work, and management whose sole concern is profit and nothing else. (It's really what companies are supposed to do anyways, but there are better ways to do it and keep the employees somewhat happy, aren't there?) So I'm going to try and look for a hopefully better alternative...wish me luck!
Noah Maxx, at almost one year old, is amazing as usual. I'd get such kicks out of watching him crawling at lightening fast speed, his determination, feeding his huge appetite, and "conversating" with him in his baby speech. Heck, we've even napped in sync! Took a rare nap yesterday while he was taking his, not only did we we both sleep for almost 2 hours and both of us were also so quiet that B. thought that she had to check on both of us to make sure that we're still alive!
Hope that B's surgery goes well. Noah Maxx and I will be at the hospital waiting for her while the surgery and the recovery are taking place. I really hope that there are spaces that he can craw around and explore in!
I sold my motorcycle this evening. I really miss riding. There's just not much out there like it. It takes enough concentration, and then if you're lucky, there's nice enough scenery to push out all other thoughts. If you know me at all, you know that's a big deal. My brain is deadly.
But, I've never really enjoyed riding here in northern Virginia. Yes, you can get out into horse country, but I'd need a GPS for that. I enjoyed riding with a group our first summer here, but it fell apart and finding another one just didn't happen. Then, well, Noah came along. And while I don't have to sell it, I could ride on some weekends if I really wanted to, it's just not worth the time away and the inherent risk.
My current daydream is that in a few years we'll get a nice little RV and a couple of mopeds and do some of our big road trips.
It appears we're in a stage where Noah is doing new things all the time. A few weeks ago we bought him a helicopter that plays music and stuff. Last week he figured out how to push the buttons to get it to play different songs. I think we only showed him that a few times.
He's been pulling up on just about everything in the house for a couple of weeks now. He's not walking, though. I try to get him to practice, but it's too slow, so he speed crawls around instead. As I've said, we spend most of time upstairs. There's a gate at the top of the stairs because he is fearless and would go head-first down the stairs given half a chance. But yesterday we were downstairs before heading out to run errands and he crawled over to the stairs and pulled himself up on the first one. I had a feeling he was going to start climbing up so I stood behind him. Sure enough, he just started climbing on up - no hesitation. I let him get about four stairs up before getting him down.
We keep saying he's been ready to run since he was two or three months old. It's crazy to watch him get closer and closer to being able to. We have no idea how we're going to keep up with him!