2006

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my son. See, when babies are little, they don’t have a whole lot in the way of personality. I mean, some babies cry more than others, some want more attention and some want to be left alone more, some smile a lot and some are more thoughtful. Some don’t mind strangers and some cry if anyone but Mommy is holding them.

Recently, Lego has become a lot more capable of using his body to do what he wants it to do, and as he gets better at this, his personality is starting to shine through. So, let me tell you about my little boy.

1. Lego loves people. At home, he wants to be doing whatever we’re doing, as close to us as possible. At the grocery store or at church, he looks and smiles at anyone who smiles at him. Once, a little girl slightly older than him crawled over to say hello, and he got so excited that he went up on his hands and toes and bounced and yelled at her. I’d never seen him go up on hands and toes before that. The next day, he was starting to try to crawl. I like to think she inspired him. Whereas Lego’s cousin cried when anyone but her parents held her for much of her first year, Lego spent most of Thanksgiving Day soaking up the attention his grandpa (and others) gave him. When we have company, everyone remarks on how good he is, and while he is often good, Lego is always at his best when there are lots of people doting on him. When nobody’s paying attention to him, he can get a little cranky.

Lego loves attention.

2. Lego loves a challenge. He spends much of his crawling time trying to get under his dad’s computer desk, even though we always move him when he gets there because of the cables and outlets. He also tries to crawl under my desk, onto a wooden ledge that’s two inches off the ground. He’ll try to get his whole body onto the ledge and then over my feet. If there’s anything at all in the room, he wants to get over it. This includes people lying on the floor, the air mattress (he can get up on that), his diaper bag, or a book. Going around is not an option. The picture below shows him as he’s just finished climbing over his dad’s legs, just because they were there.

Crawling Over Dad

If we are sitting on the floor near him, he will try to climb us as high as he can, grabbing clothing or hair as leverage. He always wants the toy that’s just out of reach or the object I won’t let him have.

When Lego learned to roll over, he spent much of a whole day working at it before he got it right. Not only that, but he rolled from back to front first, which is apparently harder, simply because he wanted to get onto his stomach so badly. He knew, even then, that he’d have to be on his stomach in order to get around. Which leads me to my next point.

3. Lego loves to move. He will protest if he’s been held on our laps for too long without being allowed to move. He cries if we are changing his diaper and won’t let him roll over and crawl away. He hates it when we hold him still to change his bandages. At his six-month checkup, his pediatrician told me that he was “highly motivated to move” and that he would be an “early mover.” At seven months, he was army crawling all over, getting into everything. Maybe I’ll have to get him interested in cross country or swimming or something exhausting. Hehehe.

4. Lego loves to talk. I knew this from day one. I remember my mom remarking that it was highly unusual how many different sounds he made as a new baby and how he was always making them. He doesn’t cry a whole lot, but he sure does talk and yell. I’ve even heard him talk in his sleep. This is only really a problem when we’re at church and we need him to be quiet. I look forward to the day when he will understand me when I tell him to shush because it’s the prayer.

Anyway, that’s Lego in a nutshell. He keeps us laughing, that’s for sure—him and the crazy bugs in his brain.

On Wednesday night after dinner, I was in the process of making pie. I put milk on the stove to scald for pumpkin pie, but I turned on the wrong burner. The burner I did turn on had a glass pan containing a few rolls on it. A few minutes later, I noticed the burner under the rolls was red, and I smelled the rolls burning. I quickly turned off the burner. I got out hot pads and picked up the pan to move it somewhere else. Now I know that this is not a good idea, but I didn’t know at the time. The pan exploded in my hands and then fell to our tile floor, where it shattered again.Lego was watching me cook from the dining room, about five feet away. One pea-sized piece of hot glass hit him in the cheek. He and I were so stunned by the explosion that it took him a minute to cry, but once he did, he immediately wanted mommy. He started to crawl to me across the hot, broken glass. I was so stunned I couldn’t think. With everything in me, I willed him to stop, but I didn’t go to him.

Luckily, Jonathon ran in when he heard the noise and caught Lego before he got more than a pace or two. He was bleeding from a few tiny cuts, and he had several second-degree burns on his forearms and knee, along with the one on his cheek. Jonathon kept his cool the whole time, which was good because I was useless. He told me to get ice, and I did. He told me to get Tylenol, and I did that too. Lego wouldn’t let us get the ice near him, though. We left for the pediatrician less than five minutes later.

At the pediatrician, they did manage to put cold, wet gauze across his legs and arms, but the cheek was kind of impossible. They gave him Motrin there, which seemed to work because he stopped crying and even smiled at one of the nurses once. After about an hour, they dressed the wounds and gave us prescriptions for Tylenol with Codeine (I haven’t used it yet because he hasn’t seemed in much pain at all, surprisingly) and an antibiotic ointment to put on the burns when I change the dressings, just in case.

They also told us to call the burn center at the University of Utah on Friday because everything would be closed for Thanksgiving.

Anyway, we came home and cleaned up the glass, which had gotten everywhere, including our couch. Pieces of glass that landed on the carpet in our dining room melted the carpet all the way down in dime-to-quarter-sized chunks. We’d taken such good care of that carpet, since it was new. We didn’t even wear shoes in the house. It seems silly to feel bad about the carpet when Lego got hurt and he’s obviously much more important, but I do. And we don’t really have a lot of money to spend on new carpet, considering Jonathon’s unemployment.

At least the kitchen floor was tile and not linoleum, so it’s fine.

And Lego was more or less himself on Thanksgiving Day, thanks to regular doses of Tylenol and a very doting grandpa.

 

Thanksgiving

Seeing foxyj’s blog listing things she is thankful for inspired me to do the same. So, here’s my list of things I’m thankful for:

 1) My relationship with my mom. I’ve been talking with her on the phone almost every day for the past few months, and I really cherish that.

2) My little son, who makes me laugh.

3) A husband whom I can talk to about anything and who knows me through and through.

4) Answers to prayers, which make me feel like I’m not flying quite so blind.

5) Good books, recently including Mistborn and The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat.

6) A beautiful apartment that feels like home.

7) Enough savings so this period of unemployment isn’t more stressful than it is.

8) A host of good friends, for the first time in my life.

9) My new shoes, which cost me –$4.20 (I bought them in a lot that cost $20 and then sold the rest of the shoes to a consignment shop for $24.20).

10) Apple pie.

11) Emails from my missionary siblings. I’m so glad I don’t have to wait for snail mail to hear from them each week!

12) Plane tickets home for Christmas, a generous gift from my grandparents.

13) Our digital camera.

I’m not sure how many people will actually get something useful out of this, but I’ve been feeling lately like I wanted to write this up in case it helps someone.

 1) If you’re feeling completely exhausted all the time, that’s not normal. You’re probably becoming anemic, which is extremely common in pregnancy. Get tested!

2) If you’re feeling hungry all the time, try adding protein to your diet. I learned this one way too late and probably gained 10 more pounds than I should have because of it. I was always hungry, so I’d eat more, but not enough protein. Whey protein shakes made a huge difference in my last month.

3) No matter how much you think you have a positive body image or how cute you think other pregnant ladies are, be prepared to feel ugly.

4) Nine months is an eternity. And once you’ve figured out the gender, bought your maternity clothes, and decided on a name, there’s not a whole lot to do but wait and get huge and uncomfortable.

5) Having a tummy bump suddenly opens doors to all sorts of friendships. Everybody loves babies, so they all want to ask you how far along you are and whether it’s your first and whether you know the gender and what name you’ve picked out. I had never had this kind of attention before from strangers and acquaintences, and between that and making friends with other new mommies and mommies-to-be, I felt very socially connected for the first time in my life.

6) Just because a pregnant woman isn’t throwing up every day doesn’t mean she doesn’t have morning sickness. I never threw up, but I wanted to every single day of my first trimester.

7) Ninety-eight percent of deliveries at LDS Hospital last year were with epidurals. You are not a wimp or a bad mother if you get one. You are a woman of steel if you don’t. I spent a lot of time planning to “go natural” and worrying about the pain of delivery. On a first pregnancy, I would recommend not worrying about it. If you want to deliver without an epidural, great, but my humble advice would be to leave yourself open to either option. You’ll save yourself a lot of worry.

8) During pregnancy, some women’s immune systems get really powerful. Other women’s crap out. Guess which one I was?

9) Nothing prepares you for the sight of your baby. There is nothing more awesome than looking at him or her for the first time and knowing you made that person and that he or she belongs with you. You can’t imagine it until you’ve felt it, so don’t try.

10) Your body will never be the same afterward. If you know that going in, you won’t resent it as much when you get stretch marks, baggy skin on your stomach, etc. But, at the same time, you’ll be surprised at how much you can snap back.

Lego in his hat

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