Mountain Trip

We went to Blue Ridge Georgia for Grandpa's Birthday. The trip up was a nightmare. It took us over 3 hours to get there through the rain, fog and curvy roads. I was very car sick for the last hour or so and Alex slept up until the last 30 minutes. After we got there, we had a good time. Alex ran around the cabin and had the bottom 3 steps of the stairs as his personal seat/table.

We went to ride the train in Blue ridge the next morning. The weather was cold and damp but, we had a wonderful time. Alex and Mommy had a new experience together. Neither one of us had ever been on a train. We all had the best time!

After the train trip, we just went back to the cabin and chilled for a while. Alex ran around in just a diaper for a while.

Then he had to have his picture taken with Mommy.

Then it was bed time. Time for Super Baby!!!

We left the next morning. Thankfully the weather had cleared a little and the ride home didn't take nearly as long.

Bad me

I know it's been a long time since I've posted. I promise to update soon. I have some zoo pictures to share. Our "Silly Monkey" loves just about any furry creature and calls them "mia, mia, mia". That's his name for cats. You know, meow. Anyway. I'm hoping to have a little time this weekend to add some pics and a few captions. For now, here's a picture from out trip to Clemson back in the fall. He loves the tiger cub.

Goings on

We have been a busy household as of late. Alex and I went to the beach last Friday. It was his first trip. He had the best time. We stayed out on the beach for a while until it got a little stormy. Then we went to the indoor pool. We put him in his little float in the baby pool and he started using the float like a walker. He could just touch the bottom of the pool with his toes. So he was having a good time tooling around the pool.

He also started crawling about 2 weeks ago. Nothing is off limits now. Brian and I had to use our bodies to block him from crawling out of the living room last night. He was all over us and getting mad because we wouldn't let him go where he wanted. He also tried to crawl into the fireplace. We really have to baby proof the house now. He's growing too fast!!

I have been keeping up with a couple of blogs that depress me and make me want to get home as quickly as I can and spend as much time with my little monkey man. Keep the Kiersey's in your prayers. They just lost their littel angel of 9 weeks about a week ago. They have had a very rough road to travel.

First Pool Trip

We took our little Chunky Monkey to the pool a little over a week ago. He loved it. His Gama bought a little car float that has a canopy over the top to keep the sun from being so bad. After we put him in the float, he started kickin' those little footies and kinda navigating around the pool some. He found a little girlfriend while he was there. He seems to have a thing for older women. She was 7 months old. :)

He still doesn't have any teethyet, but is drooling like crazy. Still doesn't really crawl yet, but is doing some kind of Army belly scoot. It's really funny to see him scoot around a roll to get to where he wants to go.

Rosie is going to spend the night with me, Uncle Fancy Pants, and Alex Thursday. We are going swimming on Friday so we'll probably have lots of pictures to share. Meanwhile, I've added pictures from his first pool adventure.

Loves and kisses!!!

Talking and walking

Over the past couple of weeks Alex has learned several new word like baba, Dada, and even a tough one flaflaf. Of course there are lots of other "words" mixed up in there. He hasn't started on mama yet. He can't quite get the m's yet.

We have also experienced his first bath mohawk. I found out that his hair is not as straigh as we thought. Instead of the hair standing straight up, it curled back like cartoon waves. It was soooo cute. I've added some pictures. We also got his first walker. It's a jeep. His Daddy is so jealous.

Our Little Braves Fan

This video is of Alex trying to make a Raspberry. I had just changed his diaper and was making sounds at him. I realized he was trying to make the sounds back to me. I think he does it once. The rest of the time the noise is coming from the back of his throat. I thought it was very cute.

Crying and Crying and Crying Some More

I have an issue with my son. Our little angel(with devil horns). Just kidding. Last night, Alex woke us up 7 times by 6:00AM. I'm not sure what the problem was. I just know that by the time morning cam, I was completely worn out.

We've had a couple of rough days lately. Sunday, Alex and I went out to eat with my friend Kimberly. He was great in the noisy restaurant. He ate his food and let me eat mine. After Kimberly and I ate and caught up, Alex and I went to my parents house. He was good there too. Well, we left my parents at about 5:45 PM and got home after 6. Brian went out with a frind so it was just me and the little man. I gave Alex his bottle and played with him for a little while. Around 7, he started to get a little fussy. It gradually got worse. Around 8, I called my husband to see if he would come home and help me and I ended up telling him to stay out. I felt guilty for asking him to give up what little bit of free time he has. I gave Alex a bath after that. He was content to sit in the tub and play for a while. After I got him out and dressed him, it started all over again. Only this time, it was worse. He was screaming and crying and I couldn't do anything to soothe him. I changed his diaper, gave him his last bottle, gave him a little tylenol, tried to find something for him to play with. . . nothing worked. I called Brian again and told him that I needed him to come home. "Please come home. I can't do this by myself anymore tonight." I called my sister, Noel, and vented/cried/had a nervous breakdown while the baby lay in his crib screaming. After a few minutes, I went back in and picked up the hysterical infant and tried once again to soothe the sobbing little beast(he's really not a beast, it just seemed like it at the time). I walked and rocked him for about 30 minutes and he finally gave up the fight. Zonked out as soon as his Daddy walked in the door. It just figures. I needed help and as soon as help arrived, it was all over. I never could figure out what was wrong. I guess we'll never know. I have figured out that the world does not end when a baby won't stop crying. It just seems like it.

If anyone has any suggestions that I may not have tried, please feel free to give them.