How Did That Get To Be Too Small?

On September 21, 2011 I posted this picture with the caption "so...did we order it too big?"

PJ at about 2.5 months

I got some pretty hilarious answers including a hint to shove some "jagerschnitzels into him" as well as a warning that he would be out of it in no time. I laughed at the first and sorta dismissed the second.

Oh. My. God. How does time fly? Because it happened: PJ grew out of that massive sleeping sack. And the kid turned one and a half years old today. That means that tomorrow he will be closer to two years old than one year old. Who approved this message?!

Since PJ was ready to move on but mommy wasn't quite ready (and daddy too although I bet he wouldn't admit it), we ordered him the same sack in an even larger size.

PJ and his sleeping sacks.

The rub? I can already tell he'll be out of this new one far too soon. We've got one healthy little man.

Counting my blessings....


xo

Look Mom, No Hands on the Floor!

It appears that remaining horizontal is out of fashion. Although little man isn't properly crawling yet - an effective army crawl gets him everywhere, fast - he is hungry to build leg muscles with some vertical pull-ups. Exciting, right?

Wait, on second thought, this is kinda scary? I mean, I'm just getting use to picking stuff up off the floor - and now I've gotta think about table tops? Hum ....

The first pull-up, late last week.

The second pull-up, just a few hours later.

Just a day later, he took on the coffee table challenge.

Which he then built upon, growing even more courageous on Sunday. 

Monday he decided he was ready to climb the office chair - please notice the wheels. I put really heavy books on top of it so that I could grab the picture.

And then yesterday he started pulling himself up onto his high chair - and everything else at about that height. This is the only picture because I may be relatively hands-off and encourage PJ to stretch himself ... but I'm not crazy! Those legs are ambitious but they are not stable.

Oh, third thought - can I write that? - my little boy is reaching higher, farther, faster. And I'm there, behind him, helping him laugh off a safe fall or maybe cushioning a possible nasty one, but always letting him know that while today it may be his high chair, tomorrow it could be the stars. Or maybe even past the stars. And I will be always be there.

So, yes, exciting. Definitely exciting.



xo

Pleasantly Slapped

Wow is this blog really overdue. 

A few weeks ago, like, before Halloween (cough cough), we got to meet a beautiful new addition to this world. At the time that little guy was only six or so weeks old and PJ was just under four months. It was like a pleasant slap in the face to compare the two little boys: 

• pleasant because I couldn't believe just how far little PJ had already grown, changed, and developed
• slap because it all flies by even faster than I could have ever, ever, ever imagined

In fact, I bet if we held our two bundles of joy next to each other again this week we'd all be pleasantly slapped again.

And, oh, how proud the papas!


xo

PJ's First Victim

Little Mr. PJ has claimed his first growth victim:

This adorable pair of pants is officially too small for our little worm. Rest in peace.

Little man has grown so much that even my parents and the great-nana remarked earlier today that he has grown just since they got here six days ago. We are still struggling with how to best manage food for little man in balance with my exhaustion but he is growing, growing, growing!


xo