Throwback Thursday...

Is Lukie old enough to participate in Throwback Thursdays?

There are a bunch of old videos that I never posted (mostly because I wasn't very good at it yet and didn't really know what I was doing). I'm thinking that on Thursdays, at least when I remember, I'll feature a picture of video of Lukie from the "early days" until I've exhausted that supply...doubtful that will happen, though. Let's just say his early days were well-documented.

I don't know what I was thinking, here, by the way. Must have been delirious from exhaustion. Messing with a baby who is FINALLY sleeping? Who does that?!?

Picture Update!

I haven't posted a picture-filled post in a while, so I'll do that this time!

I know I missed posting about Lukie's 8-month birthday. Fear not; the regular old comparison photos were taken. I just somehow never got them posted to the blog. Little bugger is so busy nowadays that out of probably 30 photos taken in his white shirt in his chair, there was ONE good photo that was in focus. It's a doozy, though! So cute!

The rest of the photos are either blurry from him moving, or feature Pete swooping in to keep him sitting on the chair. Little monster is all go right now!

He's so close to crawling, too. He gets forward on his hands, but then can't quite figure out how to get his feet behind him, and if he does get them behind him, he often kind of flattens out like a deer on ice. He'll get there!

My dad visited this last weekend, and as is usual, I only got ONE photo...but it's clear he likes his GrandBob.

And we've been playing outside a lot lately. I'm pretty sure little man ate a handful of dirt while I was taking the pictures in the hat. I wish I could say I was kidding...d'oh. Mom Fail.

Will He Eat It?: Whipped Cream

Well, duh.

Mommy and Daddy were having fresh strawberry cobbler for dessert, and Daddy decided Lukie could handle some whipped cream. He didn't mind it one bit.

He's also recently gotten REALLY good at getting cereal puffs into his mouth, started playing with a sippy cup (though he still prefers just drinking out of my cup at the dinner table. Weirdo), and got ground up chicken and noodles in his lunch at daycare, which he LOVED (thank goodness for the food grinder my mom got me for Christmas). I think cooking for this kid has, so far, been one of my absolute favorite things about motherhood. I absolutely love putting his food together and watching him get excited when he likes something. I cannot wait until I know what his favorite foods are and he gets excited on homemade pizza night!

Lukie learned to clap his hands and give Mommy kisses (big, open-mouthed, wet, sloppy kisses) while we were in Cincinnati last weekend. He hasn't quite realized he can give kisses to Daddy, too. He'll get there, though. He's in a Daddy period right now-- Mommy is necessary for comforting in all situations, but he wants to watch Daddy all the time because apparently Daddy is hysterically funny.

Here's a pic from the hotel to finish up. Look at those rolls and that happy, happy grin!

And his face CRACKS ME UP here...goofball.

SICK and tired...but still alive!

I am so. over. this. winter.

Basically, the story in our house the last few weeks has been Lukie gets sick. Mommy gets sick. Daddy has to take care of everybody. Everybody gets better. Repeat.

The night we had Lukie's last pie party, we had lots of friends over to play Cards Against Humanity (so fun!) and eat pie. We took this awesome picture:

 

Everybody looks happy and healthy, right? WRONG. What you can't tell is that my stomach was starting to feel upset. By 9 p.m. I was shivering in bed with awful chills. By 9:30 I was...throwing up. This continued about every 45 minutes for the next 36 hours. I couldn't keep anything down, and even had to pull Lukas off nursing at least once. Pete slept on couch cushions next to the bed so he wouldn't get it from me, but could still be near if I needed help with Lukas, which I did...it was awful. I was out of work for four days with this terrible thing. I had NEVER been so sick in my entire life, and hoped it was a once-ever thing.

After I got well, Tennessee got about the biggest batch of snow I had ever seen fall here. We had something like 7 inches overnight, so we dressed Lukie up in what a friend called his "Jedi outfit" and plopped his fat little rear end in the snow!

This is what a person who has thrown up for 36 hours straight looks like after it is all over.

Happy, happy snow dog!

The next weekend, Pete and Lukie and I all went down to Asheville, NC. Lukie spent the day with Pete's friend Robyn, who played with him all day! It was 70 degrees out, so they went on a walk and Robyn put Lukie in a swing for the first time. Apparently, he was a little confused and freaked out. He had lots of fun, though, and slept the whole way home, so she must have worn him out!

Pete and I went to the Arts and Crafts conference at the Grove Park Inn. It's an annual meeting of people who are interested in the Arts and Crafts/Craftsman period of American and English art, textiles, furniture, architecture, you name it. It was pretty incredible and somebody could spend a LOT of money in the show rooms! We, however, only spent $65 on a print of the tortoise and the hare that we had loved for quite a while. Pete, when he gets the time, will make a frame for it and it's going to go in our bedroom.

We had a good week, and then on Thursday night, all hell broke loose. Lukas had a fever, and then he started puking every time I tried to feed him. He went to the doctor, who gave him a breathing treatment/nebulizer, since he also developed a wicked cough that was making him wheeze. He started feeling better...and then...Saturday night...my stomach got upset...

Long story short, it was Stomach Virus II: Revenge of the Bug, and I was sick for another 36 hours or so. I missed a play that two of my dearest friends were in, lunch with Pete's grandmother and grandfather, and work on Monday, all to lay around feeling miserable, not able to eat, not able to lift my 23-pound baby, who was teething so badly he wouldn't nurse and just cried, and trying to push fluids so that I didn't dehydrate (breastfeeding does NOT help when you're sick like this). 

So here we are. We've survived some total crap in the last few weeks. If there's a silver lining to it all, it's that it all happened BEFORE this weekend, since we're going to Cincinnati for a museums conference (Lukie's first conference! Yay for nerdy parenting!). We'll see my mom for one day, and we'll have a great time!

Catch you after our trip!