Likes/Dislikes revisited

I did this back when Ambrose was 3 months old, and thought I'd do it again.

At 8months Ambrose

Likes:

crawling: anything he can see, is pretty much at his fingertips, and he knows it. All day long my background music is his little hands slapping the tile floor as he races towards his next forbidden item or follows me around . It's fantastic.

bath: just the sound of the water running or the bath song sends him into a full on crawling sprint towards the bath tub. Once there he stands up outside the tub and yells until you put him in.

his dad: John is by far the favorite parent around here. Just John calling his name will send him into this arm flapping, sprint crawling frenzy. It is so sweet, and surprisingly I'm not jealous (yet).

being outside: from infancy he has loved being outside, and to this day still does. Now that he's crawling I'm constantly batting rocks, bugs, and plants out of his hand (or mouth if I'm a little slow on the draw). We take at least two walks a day in the wagon and he's happy as a clam the entire time.

baby Einstein: he is mesmerized by this silly movie (which I'm too cheap to buy so we watch a 5minute clip on you tube). If you've never watched it it's basically a different image, ( a face, toy or puppet )flashed every 20 seconds or so. To my kid, it's crack in video form. He LOVES it.

all foods: we have yet to find a single food he will not eat. He opens wide for every bite, even after he's reached maximum capacity. Rather than closing his mouth when I bring the spoon up, he allows me to feed him the food, but then begins an opened mouth cry and the food just sits on his tongue. Either learn the sign for "all done" or close your mouth....simple as that son.

dogs: not that we will be getting one ANY time soon, but he LOVEs our neighbors dogs. The more they bark the harder he laughs. I seriously don't get it. He lets them lick his face, nip at his hands (one is a little puppy) and knock him over, and he doesn't nothing but smile.

growing out of his clothes: the smallest size of clothes we buy is 18-24 months. He will send me (actually his grandmothers, because they are the ones who buy him all his clothes) into the poor house with how quickly he's growing out of clothes. Most of his pants are 2T, and I still can't button the button on them. I think (I know that I say this all the time....but really this time I think it's true) that he's plateaued on the growing. He's been hovering at the 25/26lb mark for about a month (which in the past he usually gained at least 2lbs per month) . Here's to hoping that he'll be able to wear all his clothes for AT LEAST another 6-9 months!

Dislikes:

In good news, I actually had a semi hard time coming up with this list, which is quite the reversal from just a few short months ago.

naps: he still is a terrible napper, and while I still hold out a glimmer of hope that maybe one day this will change, I'm not holding my breath.

spending significant amounts of time in the car: (which would be any amt of time longer than about 20 minutes). Putting him in the bigger (bagillion dollar) car seat has made time in the car so much better, however, he still doesn't love it, and will loudly request to get out if he's in there longer than he'd like to be.

having his diaper changed: now that he has figured out how to crawl, Ambrose has so many more important things to do than keep a clean bum. So the second I lay him down he is twisting with all his might trying to flip onto his belly and escape. Not even remotes, phones or singing can distract him. If he doesn't want to be there, good luck! Needless to say, I am a sweaty mess by the end of the whole ordeal. John tackles this problem in a different way. Rather than fighting him, he gets the old diaper off, and let's Ambrose make a mad dash (naked bum and all....a little risky if you ask me) to wherever he thinks is more important. John lets him sit there for a second, then grabs him and quickly throws the new diaper on. While less fussing and sweating is involved in John's method part of me just can't let this little guy think he's "won". hmmm......Maybe I should be picking my battles a little more selevtively.

Where's Ambrose?

Not here....

or even here....

Here!

Ambrose spends a majority of his day circling our "coffee table." (I use the word coffee table in very loose terms. All of you who have husbands that attended the academy will recognize that trunk, it has been displayed in our house since we got married, and I am SO over it, but for now, we are stuck with it because the coffee table I want costs about as much as our leather furniture).

As you can tell by the smile on his face he thinks he's pretty cool. It keeps him entertained and in one spot, so I'm not complaining.

* not even the coffee table can escape Ambrose's gummy, drooly mouth.

No laughing matter!

Just when I thought the naps couldn't get any worse, he proves me wrong. Most of our naps look like this.....

however less smiley and more red squishy faced and crying. He now sits/stands and screams the house down rather than napping. The fun part about it is he'll cry and scream for over half an hour, at which point I cave, go in there, hold his little bum to the mattress and he falls asleep, and only sleeps for 30, yes 3-0 minutes.

One day I will look at him, laugh, and tell him he was a terrible little napper, but at this point and time, naps are no laughing matter.

And so it begins

Halloween

Ambrose had a few different opportunities to wear his costume this year, which is great, because spending a ton of money on an outfit you wear for a couple of hours is quite ridiculous in my book (however, I did wear a wedding dress to my wedding, so maybe I'm being a little hypocritical).

The first time was to a birthday party at the zoo. Thankfully the weather cooled of nicely and Ambrose didn't sweat to death!

The next time was at the squadron Halloween party. This one was inside and while he didn't play any of the games he had a fantastic time watching all the sugar crazed children running around.

now that he's crawling, a lot of my pictures look like this :)
And of course, he wore it last night. However, he is under the weather AGAIN, and he would rather have been doing anything other than dressing up and riding in his wagon. Poor guy, you can see just how out of it he was :(