Pickles

Sunday was my first Mother's Day! I have to say, it felt great. First, we went to church... We normally leave Collin with my mom on Sunday mornings. It's just easier to pay attention to the service when he's not there. And here's why... We arrived a little late and had to find a pew towards the front of the sanctuary. He flirted with every pretty lady that would smile back at him... showing off his puffy cheeks and toothy smile. Very distracting. Keeping him quiet was sometimes an interesting task... Collin has learned to use his voice. He loves to squeal and scream and laugh, all the while flopping around with his arms and legs so vivaciously he is making the pew shake. We find if we can keep him occupied with whatever is nearby.. a piece of paper, a cell phone, a key chain.. he'll hunker down on the item as if exploring it and chewing on it is a very important job. He got lots of laughs, at least... I just wish I remembered most of the sermon!

We then went to Mimi and Pawpaw's house for traditional egg dish, cinnamon rolls and Mimosas. It had been a while since Collin and I have been around that side of our family. He wasn't his usual "jolly" self, but he had missed his morning nap, so it was understandable that he was subdued. All in all, he did fantastic... especially after missing a nap and being around a bunch of people all day.

When we got home around 4:00pm, the three of us got in our jammies. Collin and I snuggled up and took a nap in our big chair. T'was a great day.



So, today is May 11th... Collin is 7 months old! It doesn't seem like it's been near that long. I know I keep saying that. I just didn't expect this first year to go by so quickly. And now, it's more than half over. I just watched a video of the first few minutes of Collin's life. It was the first time I'd watched it, really. It was a little tough for me to see. He was hooked up to many sensors, an i.v., and under a lamp with an oxygen "helmet". He couldn't be held, swaddled or comforted. I couldn't be there to kiss his little nose or sing him to sleep. Thankfully, it didn't last for more than a few hours and I was reunited with him by midnight (maybe about 6 hours after birth).




Hmm... on to the present! Collin has officially started talking... He says "Mamma", and sometimes "Mammammamma". But before he really started saying my name, he said "Dadda"... but mostly "Daddaddadda". He, of course, has other things to say... "bah" and "gah" and random growling... along with frequent squealing, of course.



I had decided to introduce Collin, finally, to his bears. Most of them are bigger than he is. I placed Collin on the floor of his bedroom and seated a few of his new "buddies" around him in a circle.


He was amazed... to him, this was probably the most exciting time of his life. He went from being an only child to having a room full of friends!


There was much "flopping" and excited squealing going on at this moment. It soon became serious business once Daddy joined in the club...



And then.... I got just a little too close to his bears. I must not have understood what an important and private meeting this had become.. Mommies not allowed!!


He sure told me! Now, I know better than to interrupt his meetings.


When it comes to Collin's appetite, he's sort of like a garbage disposal. He really enjoys eating. And although his doctor told me the more solids he eats the less interested in his formula he will be, he is just as interested in formula as he ever has been. Collin is a HEAVY baby! We are all sort of complaining about back pain.

Here are some new pics... Yesterday, my bestie and I gave the little guy a pickle spear. Collin. Loves. Pickles.