Week 31: The Dinosaur Squawk

Things I have learned:

Thanksgiving was my first plane ride with Sammy. I distinctly recall how much stuff  we (read: Sammy)took with us on our first weekend trip. The car was overflowing. How does this translate to an airport? It translates to Danielle, Sammy and I occupying the entire x-ray line from the conveyer belt all the way to the tubs – and a TFA agent mocking me for having the same amount of junk as a large family. UGH.

On to the actual plane ride – I was really worried. Good thing Sammy is the friendliest child on earth – as he decided to have a coughing fit while we were delayed for 30 minutes on the tarmac (!!!) he would calmly smile at other passengers to melt their anger in between hacking. 

Just as Sammy was starting to get fussy – magic happened. The plane engine turned on and voila! Apparently that sound is like the womb, because Sammy passed out literally instantly, and remained that way until we landed. I need to get some intense plan engine sounds for when he takes naps apparently.

Have you ever seen a poop where the diaper is clean but the, uh,  pants and legs are not? Ummm….me neither?

You may notice form some pictures that Sammy has decided that in a continued effort to look tough he will take his razor sharp nails and scratch his face. Always in the same spot. Every day. Without fail. Trying to scar himself. Because it’s “fun”.  I’m now really concerned because the other day I caught him literally sharpening his nails on my jeans.

We thought about giving Sammy some serious thanksgiving food to help him celebrate his first one. You know, turkey, green bean casserole…the works. In the end he got….you guessed right! Baby food! At least we got him some baby food yams.

Sammy made a new discovery – it was the notion that he can squawk like a dinosaur at the top of his lungs. He has several sounds – pterodactyl, triceratops, T-Rex – you name it. This is all fine and good until you remember that you still have a plane ride back. With the Squawker.

And then it dons on you: I don’t mind (or care) that my kid is squawking or even crying on a plane. I am so numb to those sounds that I hardly notice. Not minding the sound of crying on the plane. I guess if it’s your kid…

Is there any worse decision to have to make than when you walk into your child’s room at midnight to do the obligatory “they’re still really cute” check and find that they’ve pooped? Do you wake them up and risk their anger? Or do you let them sleep through it (in it). Danielle and I decided to collaborate on a surgical procedure to make the change while keeping him asleep. In one of the most intense parenting moments yet….success!!!

New foods of the week: Cheerios! (Watching Sammy with these was hilarious.), yogurt, pasta!

Samson will literally put EVERYTHING in his mouth. He has zero discretion. The only thing he will not put in his mouth? Ummm….food? We sat trying to show him how to put the cheerios in his mouth for a ½ hour to absolutely no avail.  Same thing with eggs – he picks them up and plays with them but will absolutely not put them in his mouth. He does, however, like them in his lap.

The best thing about the cheerios is the “magic” cheerio trick. This is where all the cheerios get stuck in his hand and he can’t find them. Just when he’s getting really confused they magically fall out of his hand an appear! Video below for your amusment.

In other disturbing news of the week - Our young Padawan did not realize while we were away that Kenia was not with us. but oh - when we got home he was going to make sure she never left him again! Every time she put him down he would yell. When she would be out of his sight line....yell. Now, I thought this would die down after a day or two but when he woke up from his nap on Friday and Kenia was gone, he spent the first 30 minutes wheeling his head around trying to find her. At least he likes her...Hey - remember us? your parents? 

Important a statistics we are tracking:

      -          Number of minutes slept on the plane ride home from Cincinnati: ZERO

      -          Number of cheerios made into Sammy’s mouth on his own: ZERO

      -          Decibel level of our little dinosaur squawker: I don’t know but it’s piercing!

      -          Number of times Danielle or I needed to call in for reinforcements: at least 5 (more food apparently leads to more “trouble”)

Things we googled this week:

      -          How long does formula last after you make it

      -          Baby first cheese experience

      -          Does formula fill you up faster than breast milk?

Pictures for your amusement: 

Like I said - Anything but food

chilling with his weird talking friend Scout the dog

Somebody likes the swings!

"Fast Mom!"

The plane ride "to" thanksgiving was very peaceful...

It was like a flip was switched the second the engines started!

Gotta love the stylish hats....

Obi wan kenobi. Danielle literally brought this random bathrobe just so we could take a cute picture. She was right. It's cute.

Trying to explain what you do with a cheerio. This did not work well.

Note the scab by the little guys eye - stop picking at it!

Sammy was so excited by IHOP that he couldn't wait for the food - he tried to eat the menu

Sammy checks out a giant Manatee at the Cincinnati zoo

Festival of Lights with grandpa Steve

Maybe this means we're doing something right?

He did this all on his own

Wrestling with his Giraffe while fighting a nap

Still cute...

Look guys! Cheerios.

So....not in his mouth

boycotting the eggs if he needs to feed himself. But he great at playing with his food.

Magic cheerios!