Zoo Day

So yesterday was Zoo Day. My friend Salina and I took her 2 boys and Jonathan. Of course my little man had no idea what we were doing and didnt care about the animals, he enjoyed looking at all of the people and getting pushed around in his comfy ride. What a great life. He tried dippin' dots for the 1st time (loved them) and changed his diaper in his stroller for the 1st time (better than the hot, loud bathroom). We had a great but exhausting day.



When he wakes up from his nap we are going to head over to Goodwill to see what kind of cool stuff we can find... I will let you know.

7 Month Old

Wow. Jonathan is 7 months old today. I cant believe he has already been in my life for over half a year. I keep meaning to post something new, but life (and maybe facebook) keep getting in the way.

SO whats new~
Monkey started sitting up on his own the night of the Grammys. Before then I would sit him up and he would stay until he looked over at me, smiled and fell over. For the first few days he would sit pretty well until he saw his feet and then he would try to eat them.

He has his 2 bottom teeth in. They are SOOO cute but hurt when he bites. New name is Attack Baby.

Over the past few days he has learned how to get from crawling position to sitting position. I put him in his big bed last night and when he woke me up for his 3 am bottle he was sitting up in the corner facing the wall. I felt so bad for him. But he is good about being left in his room to go to sleep. Im just not good about leaving him in there. I guess I just like when he is close.


The weather is getting beautiful. I am so excited for the Spring. Its nice to take the kids outside and let them play. These weeds are kicking my butt, but I am going to tackle them one section at a time.

What I am looking foward to~ Fresh Homegrown TOMATOES! Yummy yummy

big boy bed

Jonathan turned 5 months old yesterday. And I've been spoiling him (more like myself) and letting him sleep in the room with me. Well today the doctor said that he needs to start sleeping in his bed and I should ignore him when he cries. He apparently has to learn to put himself back to sleep now or he never will. Even if I dont believe that if I dont do this now he will be calling me in the middle of the night at 35 because I never taught him how to put himself to sleep, I decided to try it.

He cried for a while. I went in his room and rubbed his head and put the passer back in his mouth. Then he cried again about 10 minuets later. This time he grabbed my hand and held it next to his ear. I let him calm down and left the room again. Then he was quiet so I had to go check on him. He was staring at the ceiling sucking on his lip. The next time he cried I gave him his bottle and he fell asleep pretty quick.

Its now 3 hours later, he is sleeping in his big boy bed, and guess who is lonely. I told John and he asked if I was getting post pardon. Unless that is a secret vacation, then I guess I am just kinda sad. Maybe a phone call in the middle of the night wouldnt be so bad.