And Then There Were Four

We're creating this blog because it's the cool thing to do when people are having a baby. Just kidding, really we already have a hard enough time keeping up with everyone we want to, and our lives are about to get even more wonderfully busy. We can't wait - and we want you guys to be able to share in it too, so we both plan on reporting on it. Read at your own risk, and hopefully you'll enjoy it!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Leave it to Darth Vader

Two recent developmental changes in Benjo lately....both led to interesting crib experiences.

First- Ben is teething so he feels the need to chew on, the carpet, my arm and now...his crib. He also has learned to pull himself to a standing position (doesn't always get all the way up but can definitely get on his knees). He's learned that the crib slats are perfect for doing pull ups and pulls himself up to the rail of the crib. A combination of those two things has led to Ben doing what Brian calls "Beavering." Our little beaver/termite/teething 8 month old happily chews on his crib if we don't come to him quickly after he wakes up or if he's awake when we put him in. We bought one of those convertible cribs that turns into a daybed then eventually into a double bed. Too bad it'll be gnawed away and we won't ever want guests to sleep in it because they'll wonder why our furniture looks like driftwood.

Second- Unlike the tiny mewing thing we brought home the hospital, we now have Benjamin the intrepid chunker. He is fascinated by EVERYTHING and wants to explore using his new-found mobility (he still can't crawl forwards...only scooting around backwards). He still manages to get around and is into everything he isn't supposed to get. We have all manner of toys spread around our house yet the only things he truly wants to play with are the things he shouldn't be getting into....remotes, cell phones, power cords and most recently.....the monitor. Ben was down for a nap the other day and I was downstairs working when I heard a new noise coming from the monitor upstairs. I've gotten used to his cooing and shrieking. I've gotten used to hearing the WHAP when he brings his legs up (probably to suck on his toes) then forcefully slams them into the mattress. I've gotten used to the ripping of velcro as Ben pulls the breathable bumpers off his crib. This sound was new. It sounded like Darth Vader....loud, hollow breathing- like a hospital respirator or an oxygen tank that scuba divers might use. Alarmed, I ran upstairs just in time to see Ben breathing into/chewing the monitor base. Brian taped it to the crib so it wouldn't fall when we moved Ben into his own room many months ago. Ben had found a way up to the monitor and ripped it down and was happily "Darth Vadering."

Never a dull moment in our house....


Anonymous said...

That is hilarious. You have quite the comedian for a son.

Lyle said...

Watch out when Ben acquires forward mobility!