Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Miles 7 Months Old

Wow, I just did this. I just did this for 6 months. My little baby is growing up. And standing up! That was our big accomplishment this month. When he did it for the first time....on the toilet. I was in shock! A whole new ball game for the Clark house. Now he can reach so much more. And he has started this new thing where he screams when we put him to bed. He just wants to play. We go in to bink him and he is just smiling ready to get out. Like I started nursing him at 8:00 and USUALLY he goes to sleep while nursing, but he is so busy body and won't even nurse anymore. He just pulls my hair, pushes off me, smiles and tries to grab everything around us. Curious Miles. So I just lay him down and he screams my ears off for a long time, then I go nurse him again. And he usually goes to sleep. Tonight it took him 45 minutes to realize we weren't going to play with him. He is happy when we are holding him, then we lay him down and he SCREAMS at the top of his lungs. Then we pick him up and he is perfectly happy. So we have determined they are mad screams. So its 9:00 PM and he is asleep. Finally. Sometimes he wears me out. He is ALL over the place, all day. Getting into everything. Go go go. Grab grab grab. He is just so busy. 
I posted this on instagram and facebook. 
Just want it to be here as well.
Mr. Miles is 7 months old today!!! He crawls everywhere and fast!!! He loves grabbing everything especially things he can't have like daddy's guitars and plastic bags. He is full of personality and is a little tease. He can throw tantrums and then be happy again in a split second. He loves swimming at the pool, he giggles at soccer, he thinks yawning and coughing is hilarious, and a few days ago he started pulling himself up to standing. He plays hard and gives the best open mouth kisses. He got his first tooth a few days ago! If he sees it he wants it...in his mouth!! He never sits still and is always on the move! His nicknames this month are: cheeky, Mr. Miles, pumpkin, pumpkin pie, baby bear, lovesickins, chunky monkey. Happy 7 months love. #milesclark #7monthsold

I always do a little photo shoot, and a little video on his month birthday. I haven't posted the videos, but this one is great because he just doesn't sit still.
My past videos up to six months are just him laying there. This seven month video shows how busy he is, I love his little sound effects in the video too.

My little cheeky. Oh he is so full of joy. If he is crawling away I say, "MR. MILES" and he just turns and smiles at me, then keeps on going in his direction of choice.

He wants everything he can't have. This little seven confused him. Everytime he would touch it I would just take it away. Then put it back and try to snap a few.

I started singing, or saying, "I'm gonna get you." He loves to play.

For him to sit still is so rare. For him to sit in my lap without twisting and turning is so rare. So when he does. We savor it. I love cuddling with him at night in my bed. Lately he has been sleeping in his pack and play in my room. Brad tells me I need to put him back in his crib, but I love having him right there when I get up to nurse him. I fall back to sleep faster, and I love sleeping with him a few hours each night. He's not going to be this cute and cuddly forever guys. One afternoon Brad and I put him to sleep then we went to sleep in our beds. After an hour Miles woke up. I didn't think he would go back to sleep but I got him out of his crib and put him next to me in bed. We all slept for another hour. I had my face right up to his little head and when we woke up I had drooled all over his head and down his ear. Drool is the worst fluid I've given him all over his body. He has given me (in order of grossness): drool, boogers, blood, pee, throw up and poop. So a little drool is a small trade off.
When he had this coughing he would cough all night. Like 20x an hour. You just fall asleep and he starts coughing again. Torture for all of us. Poor little guy. Then a few times he puked on me. In the same night. I changed my clothes 2ce and his 2ce, then I didn't the third time. Too tired.
Brad was so mad, he slammed his hands down on the bed and said, "UHG I CAN'T SLEEP! I'm going on the couch." (I had been thrown up on 3xs, changed 2xs, and been nursing Miles on and off all night, and spraying saline in his nose, several times. Putting him in the pack and play and getting him out again to console him, and try to calm him while he had his coughing attacks. All the while Brad just laying there, sleeping.)
I was mad too (due to the lack of support) and said, "Why are you so mad? It's not his fault. You are so selfish."
As he left he replied harshly with, "I know."
He came back shortly after, and was still mad.
I was so mad at him that morning.
He came home and said. "Sorry I was so mean in the night."
I said, "Ya you were a real meany, and you offer NO support in the night PS."
Brad is next to perfect....but sometimes at night he is a stink.
But other nights he is so helpful....that night he was just a bum bum.
We laughed hard about it the next day when we were both awake. I never call him names, especially not, "You are so selfish!" And he apologized for his lack of support. I'm a red eyed wreck as Miles is coughing all night and throwing up on me, all the while Brad getting mad because he can't sleep because we are too loud.
So sorry Mr. King, want me to powder your nose and feed you grapes as well....
hahaa we just made jokes about it and laughed he realized over and over again what a grump he was and in real daylight he is POLAR opposite from unhelpful-so I know that and maybe if it happens again I will dump cold water on him so he wakes up.... actually that may make him more grump. He tries to help, but technically I have the golden ticket.
Maybe when I stop nursing Brad can give bottles...but for now I'm not ready to give up my nursing for little Miles.
 My flash is super bright and Miles started preparing for it by closing and squinting his eyes before I even took the picture.


I love his little legs. The creases are so squeezable. 

I love his muscular arms, and his squinty eyes, and his open mouth huge smile.
I love that his hair is finally growing, and I lick my fingers and paste it down when it is flighty.
Daddy plays with Miles for hours on end every day. Throwing him on the love sac, tickling, playing with toys, practicing walking, playing guitar. He loves Daddy, and when he sees him he smiles and crawls to him. Daddy is playtime. Mommy is nurse time.
Jk he plays with me too, just all day, so Daddy is popular. But earlier this month my friend Carissa was watching him and when I came home I was holding him and he was sitting on my lap, just staying there while Carissa and I chatted. Miles reached up and touched my face to get my attention and when I looked at him and said, "Hi Buddy." He smiled so big and buried his head into my chest. He missed me. Too cute. He crawls to me wherever I am in the house, but at the same time, he plays by himself for so long. He will just go to toy to toy, and make our entire front room a disaster. When Brad holds him and I see him after showering or something I say, "Hi Love!!!" And he smiles, flaps his arms then buries his head in Brad's shoulder, like he is so excited and embarrassed or something. Too cute. Love him so much it hurts.

I love that he won't hold still and is so curious. So busy that I have to restrain him to: take pictures, eat, nurse, give medicine, change diaper and clean his nose out. Like full body restrain.

The instant he finds something and grabs it, it goes straight in his....

mouth. No matter what it is. This tickles beyond anything you have ever felt before.
When I take away my feet, and the paper 7... 

He can't handle it.

He needs to play with something all the time.

And it just hurts too bad if he can't get what he was trying to get. He gets this bottom lip fold over and closed eyes and cries at the same time, and he just gets so sad. His favorite things to get: our phones, our computers, Dad's guitar, remote, DVDs, books in the bookshelf, papers, plastic. Usually he is easy to distract, but sometimes not, today when he was crawling out of the room I threw a little foam block the other way to keep him in the room, he started crawling after the foam block then slowly started going the other way again. Determined. Brad will put stuff on the top of the love sac and he will climb and pull and scoot and crawl up the entire thing to get something.

I got him to sit still by giving him the lens cover.

I love his big blue eyes and little button nose. 

Moob alert. Pointy moob alert. 
Always has drool dripping off his chin. When we visited Lindsay in Dallas (Brad's sister) she kept saying, "Does he need a paper towel or something?"
We had to explain that he drools all day, and its totally normal. 
Which FINALLY after all the drooling and all the chewing since January, we have a little sharp tooth on the bottom. Only 31 more. Yikes.

Here's to my grabby, busy body, muscular, blue eyed seven month old baby.
Happy seven months cheeky.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Easter Time

I debated whether or not to do anything for Easter-back and forth back and forth.
Brad and I had this huge money discussion and realized we had $30.00 left for the month after we had paid for all of our normal expenses (bills). (Don't feel too bad for us, its just because we had to buy some plane tickets, several hundreds of dollars for prep materials for an important test for Brad, and we went on a big trip to Dallas for spring break) So I knew we had no money, and that always depresses me, so I just didn't want to buy anything for Easter baskets.
Then I stopped being a downer went to the dollar store spent 10 dollars and had a ballin Easter.
It didn't even matter what I put in the baskets, just the fact that there was some baskets to rummage through made our house spirits shoot through the roof.
I hid the baskets and Miles crawled to his immediately.
My mom got Miles this Easter basket before Miles was even born. I would say it is a true treasure. He really appreciated its baseball theme.

He has started to be really scared of my flash. And it cracks me up, he squints before I even take the picture, just preparing for the brightness of it all.

We had to bribe him a little with a nice crisp plastic item.
Ya, he doesn't give an easter egg about the chocolate candy, its plastic that gets him a movin.

He was over there in no time, grabbed it tipped it over, and was chewing on everything before we knew it.

Also, who knew the dollar store produced such great toys. We have a squirty boat for the bathtub, links on a hook, a foam football, and bubbles. And an easter egg, that the easter bunny ate later. 
(I'm the easter bunny if you were unaware)

See that large scratch on his cheek. Yes that was me. I somehow managed to scratch him or make him scratch himself while I was trying to get a large booger in his nose. I think he did it to himself because he always brings his hands up and tries to push mine away in a very vigorous manner. Luckily it wasn't bleeding, and only parts of it scabbed. I'm a meanie.

Brad scored water guns, a back massager, plastic practice baseballs, Cadbury eggs, and some chocolate peanut butter eggs. Just today he said, "I didn't get to eat both my eggs." Then he had a large frownie face on his face.
I said, "Uh Easter was a week ago, I ate your other one long ago. Sorry babes."
His frown just got bigger.
PS, Maybe I'll get the stroller out of my front room so all my pictures aren't haunted by it.
Once again, who knew the dollar store produced such gems?

See how Miles is up on his feet and hands...cracks me up, he bear crawls, and sometimes gets on one hand and I think he is about to stand. 

I think I am about ready to just crash every day at about 7:30 PM. He wears me out. He is so active and crawling all over, and constantly into something. I knew this day would come, but it just seems like yesterday he would just sit and play with his toys. Now he is always playing cat and mouse with a ball all around the house, always going too fast on the tile and losing his balance and crashing on his head. Even holding him is a real chore. He wants everything around you and is reaching and going and singing and grabbing and laughing and drooling up a storm.
I am already having anxiety about a plane ride by myself with him on the way to Utah in late April.
Which by the way, I'm going to UTAH!!! WAHOO!!
Thanks to Sally being Valedictorian at UVU, and Echo getting called on a mission to Argentina and going through the temple in the same day. Its going to be one of those overloaded days.

Let's finish with a eyes closed Miles picture.
My favorite thing about him this week is when he gets into something he shouldn't and I say, "Miiiillllleeeeessss."
And he turns around looks at me for a minute, smiles slyly and then goes at full speed for whatever he isn't supposed to be doing.
It has begun.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Spring Break Trip March 2013

We knew for a sure thing we needed to get outta dodge and visit the Myers in Ft. Worth for Spring Break. We also really wanted to see Brad's sister Lindsay who lives in Dallas.
We started off with a bang visiting the water gardens in Ft. Worth.
They were breathtaking.
Miles couldn't stop looking around at everything. Just staring at the water. He loves water and this was just over stimulating for him.

Kevin and Cohen took their time as they travelled through the steps which were not connected and any wrong step could send you falling to the bottom of the pyramid of waterfalls.

Miles would not look for ANYTHING. Too busy staring.
It also was very loud, so I don't think he heard my attempts.

The Myers Family pic. 

Our family picture.

We are tiny dots in the pyramid of falls.

Oh hey baby, love you.

Mom, I'm no way going to look at you, this is overloading my baby brain right now!

See how he is diving down. He really really wanted to touch and be right up next to this water. Which makes me think he is only going to become even more difficult.

Then there was a more peaceful area of the gardens.
With a pond and trees and a couple making out for all to see.

We thought it was just beautiful.

Cohen spent the entire time playing with the moving leaves, and catching them and putting them back in, little leaf fishies.

He also is a water guru. He loves taking baths. He and Miles took a bath together, and after awhile Cohen started waving to Miles. Waving bye bye to him. He wanted Miles to get out. So funny. He waves bye bye to Heather or Kevin when he doesn't want them around, or he waves bye bye to something he doesn't want anymore. So cute. Miles got out shortly after from their double bath, because he fell under, and that was just too much.

We played and played, and Miles forgets all about hunger or sleep when he is out and about playing.
We decided to venture into their apartment pool.

Brad and I both took a dip, the pool was at least 40 degrees, and outside it was like 85, so it was not to my liking.

We tired a few times, but never quite got a successful Mommy-Son picture.

Say what? I'm supposed to open my eyes.

It takes full force to even hold this babe in place for a picture.

Brad took him in the pool and he didn't even let out a peep, just loved loved loved being in the water. Brad kept dipping him in and his little arms would go crazy and his face would get all squinty and he would take a big gasp. Poor thing.
Heather is the kind of person that is so good at decorating and celebrating every holiday. She makes life fun, and loves to be creative and amazing. Its just her thing.
So we awoke to presents and a green breakfast.
She got Brad a shirt and she knew I loved socks, so she got me some fun green argyle socks. I die for argyle. And double die for argyle socks.

Brad's plate.
She hot glued felt and put rolos inside this clover. Hello? You are so awesome Heather.

We had a beautiful table topper.

See her little buckets up there, ya, her little apartment is also fully decorated for Easter. Oh how someday I aspire to be a decorator. 

Brad ate several waffles. They were green but delicous.

Heather made everything from scratch, waffles, syrup and all.
She didn't however grow the kiwis. (You knew that was coming)
We finished up the day with going to a St. Patricks day celebration, then we drove home to meet my brothers who were driving to see me from a pivot job in OKlahoma. 
Miles then got SO sick after that trip. It was at least 4 days of no sleeping, coughing, congestion and sleeping with me, so we could catch some zzzs. I finally took him to the doctor and it was nothing diagnosable of course. Probably a virus.
We also saw Brad's sister Lindsay on the trip, with her we went to IKEA and took the toll roads to save an hour, and she said it would cost 60 cents or something. We just got the bill in the mail...8 dollars. Yikes. Oh well, it was worth the saved hour both ways.
We went to a delicious bbq place. Best we have ever had in fact.
Called Lockharts.
Then we went and visited the JFK kill spot.
Then we went back to her apartment where Miles and I fell asleep while they played some shooting game. We left at like 1 AM. Loved it, but man its exhausting with a baby. He is such a good sport though. He only let out a few cries on our way home from IKEA. He pretty much went the entire day with no nap, he got a short one after I put the cover over the carseat on our way to Lockharts because he couldn't sleep while he had me to look at.
It was a wonderful break, and I'm so glad we have the Myers to crash when we need to get outta town and have a good time.