Day 38: Congrats, it’s a boy!
Almost exactly from when I make this post, James will celebrate 1 year of life on the outside. My boy is huge, and I try to remember when he was small and light and I could tuck him away in the crook of my arm. It is hard to remember. He’s wearing 24-month pjs in this photo. We had to go up a size about a month ago because I was having a hard time stuffing him 18month one-piece clothing. Most things two-piece will still fit him in an 18month, although I have a hard time with some shirts–especially getting them over his huge melon. His 1 year well check is tomorrow. I will get official stats at that time.
He is starting to pull up on things which means walking is right around the corner. He can only crawl on his hands and knees when going backwards, but he has mastered the military crawl to get anywhere he wants to go.
His favorite games are throw and chase the ball, chew on mom’s laptop cable, wrap his head in his blanket and roll all over the livingroom, try to pull down the deck door curtain and Zombie Baby Patty Cake*. He enjoys baths, but I have yet been able to give him one where half the water doesn’t end up on the outside of the tub by the end of it. He’s a splasher, and has been doing it since bath #1.
He’s still really picky about food. I have a hard time introducing solids to him, although he will now go to town on a teething biscuit without gagging himself red. I’ve also been able to roughly mash up a banana and feed it to him, so I’m going to try once again to give him food with more texture and consistence than cheese soup. It took forever to get him to eat any solids at all without constant gagging.
James has been a wonderful baby, but compared to Ada’s first year of constant crying, it is an easy achievement. I think the adage “you are what you eat” can be extended to “you are what your mom eats.” My pregnancy diet with Ada consisted of a steady stream of hot wings, and she’s pretty saucy. I didn’t crave anything for James until the last month or so, and then I could not shove enough Ghirardelli double chocolate muffins in my gaping maw. James is really puffy and mellow.
I have to get ready for an appointment, but here are a couple more photos:
James’ first moment on the outside.
*This involves me lying on the floor with James sitting on my tummy. We play patty cake, and when we get to the last line it goes “and throw it in the oven as a distraction so I can eat your brains” while James lunges at my head with his mouth open. Sometimes I pick him up and tilt him upside down when he lunges and it becomes “Flying Zombie Baby Patty Cake.” Don’t worry, my brains are safe. I usually just get drooled on.
