So what do I decide to do today while Matt is at work? I mean other than go to the grocery store, vacuum, dust, do the dishes and throw my yummy chicken taco prep into the crock pot. I decided to put together the jumperoo because Blake is holding himself extremely well and his legs are so strong, these arms need a little bit of a break now and then. I think I did a pretty good job. The only part that stumped me in the directions was the seat. I feel like the directions could have been a little more clear in that aspect, but a few tries and I figured it out. Maybe they should hire me as the person to write the directions out. That could be my next job!
We haven't tried it yet because he is in the process of taking a nap, but as soon as he wakes and is fed and happy, we are going to give it a go! See pictures below for a view of part of the process.
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Monday, March 5, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Meltdown Down Under
We officially had our first public meltdown last night. We had gone to Outback to eat with my parents, my brother, his wife, and their daughter. My parents had gone early to get a table because there is always a wait at the Outback in Cool Springs, it doesn't matter if you go at 4:00 p.m. or 8:00 p.m. We didn't have to wait very long for a table once we got there. Blake was asleep when we first arrived, but he woke up about the moment we got seated.
All was good for a little bit. He was very good, patient and taking in all the sights and sounds. It just took forever for us to order and get our food, and I noticed he was starting to get fidgety before our food had even arrived. I tried to head it off, because I knew what was coming. I got him out of his seat and passed him around the table because everyone wanted to hold him. He started getting fussy, so I took him to the women's room to change him and that is where it all spirals downhill. First off, the changing table was all jacked up, so we had to change him on one side of it and that does not make for a happy baby. I stripped him of his pants because he gets hot so easily, he is just like his father in that aspect. It was only a matter of seconds before he went into a full out scream. He goes 0 to 60 faster than any car out there.
I tried everything. He had been changed, I had taken off his pants in the event they were making him hot, my mom tried walking and bouncing with him, I tried the Wubbanub. I tried toys, I tried nursing him in the disgusting floor of the bathroom. Nursing usually does the trick but he was too far gone into madville. Then I tried the bottle of my milk that I had brought with me because I figured if he could just taste the milk then maybe that would calm him down. No such luck. I had exhausted every trick in the book that I had available at my disposal.
Finally, I had my mom go and get his car seat. I put him in, and he was still screaming mad, and gave him his Wubbanub and had everyone pack up my food (Matt had gotten to eat his food by this time, which shows you how long I was in the bathroom) and we left. He fought sleep the whole ride home, and I let him have my hand which finally comforted him enough for him to fall asleep.
He woke up about ten minutes after we got home, and was happy as can be. He was smiling, playing and talking. I got to eat my cheeseburger and sweet potato fries at home but I did miss that half a glass of pinot noir that was still sitting at the restaurant. The irony is that I could have used that half a glass after that fiasco.
That was his first official public meltdown. I am sure it was only the first of many.
All was good for a little bit. He was very good, patient and taking in all the sights and sounds. It just took forever for us to order and get our food, and I noticed he was starting to get fidgety before our food had even arrived. I tried to head it off, because I knew what was coming. I got him out of his seat and passed him around the table because everyone wanted to hold him. He started getting fussy, so I took him to the women's room to change him and that is where it all spirals downhill. First off, the changing table was all jacked up, so we had to change him on one side of it and that does not make for a happy baby. I stripped him of his pants because he gets hot so easily, he is just like his father in that aspect. It was only a matter of seconds before he went into a full out scream. He goes 0 to 60 faster than any car out there.
I tried everything. He had been changed, I had taken off his pants in the event they were making him hot, my mom tried walking and bouncing with him, I tried the Wubbanub. I tried toys, I tried nursing him in the disgusting floor of the bathroom. Nursing usually does the trick but he was too far gone into madville. Then I tried the bottle of my milk that I had brought with me because I figured if he could just taste the milk then maybe that would calm him down. No such luck. I had exhausted every trick in the book that I had available at my disposal.
Finally, I had my mom go and get his car seat. I put him in, and he was still screaming mad, and gave him his Wubbanub and had everyone pack up my food (Matt had gotten to eat his food by this time, which shows you how long I was in the bathroom) and we left. He fought sleep the whole ride home, and I let him have my hand which finally comforted him enough for him to fall asleep.
He woke up about ten minutes after we got home, and was happy as can be. He was smiling, playing and talking. I got to eat my cheeseburger and sweet potato fries at home but I did miss that half a glass of pinot noir that was still sitting at the restaurant. The irony is that I could have used that half a glass after that fiasco.
That was his first official public meltdown. I am sure it was only the first of many.
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