Wednesday, August 28, 2013

making music

When we were little, one of the things that was part of our lives was music. My mom has played clarinet since middle or high school. We all took piano lessons (some by desire, others by force). We sang in church choirs and as part of the Remington Colt Singers. The radio was almost always on.

We want music to be part of Lincoln's life, too. We sing to him often, and play music some but not enough. So tonight we sat down at the piano together. He dove right in!



Thursday, August 22, 2013

Five months

Lincoln,

Five months! This month we have seen you start to assert your independence, especially when it comes to eating and taking bottles. It's clear that you already want to be sooo big. I think we're in for it!

We started you on solids right at four months. You've had rice cereal, oatmeal, sweet potatoes, applesauce, carrots, squash, and peaches. You hated carrots - threw them up the first night, then choked on them the second. You might have just overeaten on night one and then gagged at the memory on night two, but we're putting them on the back burner for a while anyway. Everything else has gone down well; sweet potatoes and peaches are definitely your favorite so far! You are convinced that you should be the one to hold the spoon, which makes mealtime very, very messy.

You can sit with very little support now. It won't be long before you're doing it on your own! When we put you on your tummy, you usually roll right over to your back but aren't really interested in rolling back to tummy. Sometimes you'll reach for a toy on your tummy and creep forward just a little.You also like to stand with us holding you or you leaning against the ottoman (with our hands out, ready to catch you when you tip of course).

Plip Plop Pond is your "toy" of choice these days - it's rip-drool-chew-proof, which is perfect for you. You're getting pretty good at reaching for and picking up things and moving them where you want them... right to your mouth! You really like straws as well, and have figured out that the end of the straw is what goes in your mouth. I have been poked a few times when I made the mistake of drinking from my cup and holding you at the same time.



You are such a happy baby. You fuss only when you're very hungry or very tired. At those times you're very fussy, but the rest of the day you are full of joy. You smile and laugh out loud a lot. The adjustment to daycare has been amazingly smooth. You're even more content there. I think you are thriving on the schedule and the interactions with other kids. There are a couple little girls (Jenae is 3 and Jordan is 1 1/2) who just love, love, love you. They give you kisses, tell you goodbye, give you your pacifier, and "help" me put you in your car seat at the end of the day (and probably more throughout the day that I don't see).

When I was getting ready to take your "five month" pictures, you were getting a bit tired. I pulled out the camera and - presto! - you were all smiles. We had a photo shoot for the Via Christi magazine we're going to be in, and the photographer thought you were a natural. Must be the fact that your mama almost always has a camera in your face.

You're about 26 1/2 inches long (by my measurement), and two weeks ago you weighed in at 14 lbs., 8 oz. We changed your diapers to the second rise, but your waist is still on the smallest snaps, either on both sides or one, depending on the day. Some of your 3-6 month onesies are getting a little short!

We are quickly approaching the "half a year" mark. As much as I enjoy seeing you reach all these milestones, I have to remind myself that you'll only be little for a little while. I love watching you grow, and I love soaking up every second of my baby!

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Sunday, August 4, 2013

a boy & his dog

Jazzy came along long before Lincoln. For two long years, she was the center of attention on the average after-work evening. We were understandably nervous about how she would do when Lincoln was born.

In the beginning, she was very curious.


From there, she went to protective.

Now she is mildly entertained.

Lincoln, on the other hand, is more than mildly entertained. He is absolutely delighted by his puppy. He loves when she licks him. He loves when she chews her bone. He reached for her with both hands before either of us. I'm pretty sure his first crawls and steps will be toward her, if this adoration continues. He looks for her when he hears her bark. He loves to just sit and watch her watching him... or watch her ignoring him. It really doesn't matter.




It is already so much fun to watch this little boy and "his" dog! We'll see how things go when he gets a little older and more mobile.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Lincoln Jesse

A long, long time ago, I promised to share the story behind Lincoln's name. It's not an super sentimental or fascinating one, but I think it's kind of fun.

I felt so much pressure naming a child. It seems like such an important task, choosing a name. (I happen to think there's a lot to a name, even though Juliet would argue otherwise.) It's so strange to think of the discussion and thought that we put into this decision now, when "Lincoln Jesse" seems so right for our little boy.



Lincoln comes from a baseball game. Yes, that's right. One night (after I had gone to bed, during my 8 p.m. pregnancy bedtime days - not to be confused with my 9 p.m. motherhood bedtime days), Brad was creating a player on MLB The Show. While scrolling down the list of names, he happened on "Lincoln." He decided to have the name "Lincoln Kohlman" announced, since the game will do that for you. It sounded good, so he threw the name out there for me to mull over. It wasn't love at first listen, but the name really grew on me.

Lincoln means "from the lake settlement." We chose this name despite its meaning, not because of it. However, I will say that the lake (Beaver) is a place that has been a big part of my life, a fun part of our life since we got married, and will most likely be a big, and hopefully fun, part of Lincoln's life. So that is probably more fitting than I think.

I've always liked the idea of a "family" name for a middle name. Once we decided on Lincoln, we began the task of choosing a middle name. Jesse is my grandpa's middle name, was his father's name, and was Brad's great-grandpa's name. Jesse means "gift," which I love. The meaning was the deciding factor on the middle name, since we obviously have a lot of family members whose names we could have chosen.

And there it is, how Lincoln got his name. 

Friday, August 2, 2013

*sigh*

I've been meaning to blog this week, just about life.

But life got in the way.

I started my new job on Monday. And it has been good (more on that later). But after work there is a baby to pick up and feed and play with, bottles and diapers to wash (the bottles take more effort than the diapers), a screaming baby to comfort at bedtime (though not tonight), a house to (not) clean, and a dear husband to sit on the couch and stare into space with. I mean, I haven't even taken a picture of the kid this week, which might be a "first" in his life... So the blog takes a back seat, and rightfully so.

I'm still around. I'll be back here soon, but it might be just with the big stuff.