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9 months old!

So our little one is nine months old already. I really simply cannot understand how time can be moving so fast.

At nine months, our little one...

• is really a handful.
• army crawls like crazy, and can move incredibly fast when after something we don't want him to have.
• can pull himself to an upright sit from an inclined position, but doesn't get to a sit on his own from lying down.
  
• rolls over easily in any direction, but usually just does this when playing in bed with us
• does NOT sleep through the night. not even close.
• eats well. likes his solids, though isn't always convinced by green foods.
• has two teeth.
• loves to run around in his walker
• thinks it's fun when I bop around the house with him on my hip like I'm a horse (hard to describe, I know)
• is always covered by dog fur from crawling around the floor, no matter how often I sweep
• stays up too late with mom and dad
• thinks touching my tongue is one of the most hilarious things ever
• laughs a lot when playing with my belly
• has dark blonde hair and blue eyes
• also thinks it's funny when i flop him down on super soft surfaces like the down comforter
• loves to play with balls
• thinks the dogs are really cool
• is really into remote controls and cell phones, and computers and keyboards and cameras. not sure if it's because of their materials or because he doesn't get to play with them very much
• makes a variety of terrific noises...soft squeals, different laughs, bah bah bah, wah wah wah, mah mah mah, dah dah dah.
  
• often wags his finger while making above noises as though he is giving us an important lecture
  
• is the most amazing thing and best thing to ever happen to me

Augh Pt 3

Sam had his first big spill yesterday! He crawled off the bed! I am the WORST mom EVER. I totally knew this was a possibility yet did not prevent it from occurring. Augh. let's say that once more AUGH. I'm so shamed I almost didn't blog about this.

Luckily, our guy is super tough. He has a little bruise on his left forearm and a red spot on his noggin. He cried for like 30 seconds and then went right back to being normal. Mom has had a harder time getting over it! You can see the bump on his head in the above pic from today -- it's the red spot near his hairline.

Augh.

Well, in uplifting financial news: We qualified for 100% financial assistance for at least one of our medical bills (the bill for the use of the hospital during Sam's surgery). I am still waiting to hear if they will relieve some of our expenses for the doctor's fees. That, I guess, is a more complicated process so we'll see. We are also getting lots of money from our taxes, thanks to Sam. Children are good for taxes!

I am trying hard to make it a productive weekend, but I always seem to lose my gusto by noon on Saturday. Ha. Well, I guess I will stop blogging and try to get back to my projects since Sam is still napping...

Augh Pt 2

Ok, so after last post:
I got food poisoning.
I received over $2000 in medical bills.
The pilot light to our water heater exploded outward, melting the spigot and causing a leak. Luckily nothing caught on fire.

So when it rains it pours. But the last bit made me realize -- my house did NOT catch on fire. I am feeling plenty sorry for myself, but maybe things are actually as good as they can be right now. We are achieving the best that can be achieved in our situation. Well, that sort of makes me feel better and sort of makes me feel worse.

The medical bills are for Sam -- we've maxed out our health insurance, so that means insurance no longer covers his vaccinations and well-baby check ups. I never finished filing for medicaid because I thought our health insurance was good enough. Hah. Guess I have to hit the government assistance hardcore. But I think I need to make it through this semester first. Sigh. We still haven't received all of the bills from Sam's surgery last December.

On top of that, Aaron and I are just really busy with end of semester stuff. I have a group art show coming up in a couple of weeks that I need to complete some pieces for, too. I'm really tired.

So, this is why I haven't been posting.

Here are some recent pics of the beautiful boy. Maybe I need to get him modeling and then we can pay his doctor bills...

AUGH!

So it looks like I won't have the summer job after all. These appointments are always unsure until you have a signed contract, but I had an informal offer last November for this job. Now a TA has asked if there were any summer positions and I guess it's better for the department to hire faculty or TAs for summer work (I don't know why) so they will probably go that route instead.

I cannot escape feeling complete lack of value in the job market.

At this point both Aaron and I are unemployed for the summer. We'll see how things shape up.

He Moves!

So I knew this day was not far off -- our little Sam can really get around! He does an army crawl with some serious determination. I will try to post some videos. This of course means he is completely not happy just sitting still, and must be either on the move or in direct play with mom or dad (or aunt meg or juan or whoever). What an exciting time to witness! But I can already see all the trouble that will ensue.

I have never been that tidy, neat, and clean. I clean and, in fact, I love to scrub out sinks and tubs and that sort of thing, but I really am no where near "neat freak". I guess I think I'm somewhere comfortably in between slob and neat freak, heh heh. We have two VERY furry dogs that shed like crazy. We live in an old house with years of sediment built in and old windows and doors where all sorts of goodies can blow in and out. We have a long gravel driveway so we bring in dirt with every human and dog foot step. I sew in the house and during these times little bits of fabric and thread are known to get caught underneath furniture, hiding here or there for who knows how long. This, in my opinion, is liveable. A little dirt is actually good sometimes. Until you have a baby army crawling all across the hardwoods. No matter what I do, I think he will find every tiny little piece of fallen leaf that escaped the broom, or newly fallen bits of dog fur, or tiny tiny scrap of fabric or whatever, and he will study it with his tiny fingers only to surely place it in his mouth. Is this where I have to start believing "God made dirt so the dirt won't hurt?" or do I need to get into this cleaning stuff hardcore? Surely I won't be able to catch it all, and I do really think a little dirt is good for kids. I dunno about the polar fleece, polyester thread, and dog fur though...