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12/19/10
Oh no!
Who taught him this? Cameron was lying on the couch with Brian and watching some football. The next thing I know he's sleeping on the couch holding himself. Awesome. He discovered his boy parts during bath time, and he grabs on as though we might wash it off. I guess this is a picture of ultimate relaxation and the beginning of man hood.
Recent pics
Cameron is definitely getting to a fun age. He's developing his own personality and is staying awake a lot more. He's eating every veggie I can find, and he's starting to hold his own bottle. He can drool through about 4 bibs in a day, and he will chew on anything - fingers, paper towels, spoons, toys, your chin. Cameron is sitting up and actually playing with his toys and by playing I mean tasting. Oprah is quickly becoming someone he can talk to. I'm serious. Everyday at 4pm when Oprah starts talking he starts babbling back to her. He won't sleep through the night, but I like to believe it's because he misses us. It's either that or he wants to upgrade to a queen size bed.
A new hairdo
When daddy is in charge of bathtime, you never know what to expect. I didn't think he had enough hair for a mohawk, but anything is possible.
12/6/10
Did someone call the bomb squad?
This is what happens when you start waking your husband up. Cameron started teething, and it seems like he has a growth spurt every night between the hours of 9pm and 4am. What this means is that he went from sleeping straight through the night to waking up once every hour. Yikes! I started waking up Brian around 3 to feed Cameron because why should I allow him to miss out on this prime bonding time. Well Brian was determined to solve this sleeping issue in no time. His solution????
It's called Baby Merlin's Magic Sleep Suit. It looks like my child is straight out of the movie, The Hurt Locker. If you haven't seen it, imagine grown ups in Baby Merlin's sleep suit diffusing bombs. Well Brian consulted fellow daddies who gave this suit two thumbs up. Babies have to give this suit two thumbs up because they aren't able to move much more than that. What's it like? Imagine wearing a down comforter that won't cause you to get hot. It actually seems quite cozy. We put Cameron in his sleeping suit, and I swear Brian and I both checked on him at least twice an hour to make sure he was still breathing. He lost his nuk a few times, which is not unusual but here's the weird thing. The second you put the nuk in, he was unconscious. Usually you have to rub his head, hold his hand, talk to him...not with the suit. It's like this incredible force field. I have no idea what to make of it. I have some sadness with putting him in the suit because he used to be a side sleeper, but movement is out of the question in his portable pillow top. He does seem to be quite cozy, and it's great for the cold weather.
It's called Baby Merlin's Magic Sleep Suit. It looks like my child is straight out of the movie, The Hurt Locker. If you haven't seen it, imagine grown ups in Baby Merlin's sleep suit diffusing bombs. Well Brian consulted fellow daddies who gave this suit two thumbs up. Babies have to give this suit two thumbs up because they aren't able to move much more than that. What's it like? Imagine wearing a down comforter that won't cause you to get hot. It actually seems quite cozy. We put Cameron in his sleeping suit, and I swear Brian and I both checked on him at least twice an hour to make sure he was still breathing. He lost his nuk a few times, which is not unusual but here's the weird thing. The second you put the nuk in, he was unconscious. Usually you have to rub his head, hold his hand, talk to him...not with the suit. It's like this incredible force field. I have no idea what to make of it. I have some sadness with putting him in the suit because he used to be a side sleeper, but movement is out of the question in his portable pillow top. He does seem to be quite cozy, and it's great for the cold weather.
Christmas time
We decorated the tree the Sunday before Thanksgiving, but I decided to hold the post until now. Cameron really wanted nothing to do with the ornaments, but I insisted he put at least one on. He's a little intimidated by Santa. My mom gave me this talking Santa that reads Twas the Night Before Christmas, and he just cried and cried. Why is it funny to laugh at kids in their moment of weakness? Too darn cute if you ask me. He's getting better with Santa, but we haven't seen the real one yet.
5 months old
Five months. Five! That old cliche of "they grow up so fast" is right on the money. Cameron is finally growing into his feet, which I don't think ever fit into newborn socks. Here's what he's been up to lately.
Cameron plays with his toys all the time. The workbench is one of his favorites, and I find myself at work humming the tunes that play from it. In addition to the toys, he still enjoys being stuffed into boxes for the sake of pictures. I'm pretty sure he likes it. :-)
Cameron sits up all by himself. I'm not kidding. There's no magic hand in the picture holding him up. His center of gravity is so low and his belly supports him in the front. Yes, my little love learned to sit before rolling over.
Does this kid look like he's missing many meals? He's starting eating vegetables, and he can gobble up some carrots. He often gets distracted and decides that having a mouth full of carrots is the perfect time to practice blowing bubbles.
I cannot get a picture of Cameron rolling over. He has gone from front to back and vice versa, but I am beginning to think that was all a dream. He definitely will not flip on command, especially when the cameras are out.
My little do is such a blessing and has been so much fun these past five months. He's giggling a lot now, especially when Brian is around.
Cameron plays with his toys all the time. The workbench is one of his favorites, and I find myself at work humming the tunes that play from it. In addition to the toys, he still enjoys being stuffed into boxes for the sake of pictures. I'm pretty sure he likes it. :-)
Cameron sits up all by himself. I'm not kidding. There's no magic hand in the picture holding him up. His center of gravity is so low and his belly supports him in the front. Yes, my little love learned to sit before rolling over. 
Does this kid look like he's missing many meals? He's starting eating vegetables, and he can gobble up some carrots. He often gets distracted and decides that having a mouth full of carrots is the perfect time to practice blowing bubbles.
I cannot get a picture of Cameron rolling over. He has gone from front to back and vice versa, but I am beginning to think that was all a dream. He definitely will not flip on command, especially when the cameras are out.
My little do is such a blessing and has been so much fun these past five months. He's giggling a lot now, especially when Brian is around.
12/2/10
Christmas pictures
I've been trying to capture the perfect picture for our Christmas cards. Cameron is four and a half months, and I'm not a photographer so "perfect" is a relative term. Let me take you through the different scenarios.
Picture 1 - Who doesn't love a chunky baby in a santa suit? It's amazing that the clothes fit him, but the hat is cutting off the circulation to his brain. I'm not kidding. He's not really smiling. The hat is pulling all the skin on his face back to give him that permanent botox-like smile. This photo op went fairly well until he discovered the ornaments. Glitter on ornaments + four month old teething baby = shiny gums and sparkling poop. Not very smart on my part but worth it.
Picture 2 - So calm and subdued. You would never believe how many times he rolled right off the pillow that is wedged under his head. I also won't give you a number because frankly I lost count. I didn't think it would be that tricky to balance Cam on his side, but he proved me wrong. This was also just minutes before the vomiting incident where my child decided to recreate Santa's beard for a more realistic portrait. (See earlier post)
Picture 3 - Where in the hell did I get the idea that polyfill looks like snow? Here's a better question...why in the hell didn't I learn from picture 1 that my son puts things in his mouth? Now I have a kid with shiny, fluffy poop. None of these made the cut so you'll have to check back for the final few pictures.
Picture 1 - Who doesn't love a chunky baby in a santa suit? It's amazing that the clothes fit him, but the hat is cutting off the circulation to his brain. I'm not kidding. He's not really smiling. The hat is pulling all the skin on his face back to give him that permanent botox-like smile. This photo op went fairly well until he discovered the ornaments. Glitter on ornaments + four month old teething baby = shiny gums and sparkling poop. Not very smart on my part but worth it.
Picture 2 - So calm and subdued. You would never believe how many times he rolled right off the pillow that is wedged under his head. I also won't give you a number because frankly I lost count. I didn't think it would be that tricky to balance Cam on his side, but he proved me wrong. This was also just minutes before the vomiting incident where my child decided to recreate Santa's beard for a more realistic portrait. (See earlier post)
Picture 3 - Where in the hell did I get the idea that polyfill looks like snow? Here's a better question...why in the hell didn't I learn from picture 1 that my son puts things in his mouth? Now I have a kid with shiny, fluffy poop. None of these made the cut so you'll have to check back for the final few pictures. 
11/25/10
Happy Thanksgiving
My mom watches Cameron during the day while I'm at work. She does a great job of playing dress up with Cameron, and here is some of latest work. She made all the costumes shown including the bib. She took Cameron's hand print and then cross stitched the turkey on the bib as a keepsake.
Cameron's first Thanksgiving was a huge success. Sure, he was a bit cranky because he's too curious to nap, but he kept the poop in the pants and the spit up was minimal. Whew! Brian and I have so much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving...a loving family, supportive friends and the cute little turkey pictured above.
11/21/10
Santa???
Nothing says I'm tired of pictures like a little bit of vomit. I was trying to take Christmas pictures of the little guy, and instead of making a scene with tears he just vomited all over "the scene." My first instinct was to clean up the mess and hose him off, but I snapped this shot before Brian took over as clean up.
11/20/10
Raspberries
Four months and my baby is growing up. He's awake for the better part of the day now, and sometimes he can sleep 8 hours straight at night. He's not rolling yet, but he's kicking those legs constantly. He's also quite the chatter box. Meme has been teaching him some new tricks during the day, and this is what he learned.
11/14/10
Feeding time
Cameron hit the 4 month mark so we started rice cereal. It's a bit of a mess when Cameron can't seem to keep his hands out of his mouth, but it hasn't stopped him from gobbling it up.
Chunky and happy!!!
This trip to the doctor was soooooo much better than the last time. Cameron is 16 pounds 9 ounces and 26 1/2 inches long. That's a 3 pound weight gain from four weeks ago for those of you keeping track. Three pounds and he doesn't even know what McDonald's is yet!!! The doctor mentioned we could start feeding him rice cereal. What the doctor didn't know was that Cameron's been getting 1-2 tablespoons of rice cereal in his bottle for a month now. Gasp! We're such the rule breakers. Well if your kid had reflux like ours did, you'd get desperate too. The funny thing was the feeding instructions sheet the doctor gave us. It states..."Do not mix rice cereal in your child's bottle. This tends to cause overeating and obesity in children." Ooops. I won't even apologize for my actions. Everyone said that kids will stop eating when they're full. Mine just never stopped eating. Look at the happiness in this kid though. He could be the poster kid for rice cereal. We just have to be sure to clean in between all his fat rolls. :-)
A naked baby is a happy baby.
Cameron doesn't seem to enjoy clothes. If you ask his Meme, I was the exact same way as a baby. Brian has this knack for making Cam squeal. I don't know what the secret is, but it cracks me, and Cam, up.
10/31/10
Back by popular demand...
Three little monkeys swinging from the tree.
Side note: I had a cute monkey bib for him to wear, but when the kid wants to sleep on his side I just have to go with it.
Happy Halloweenie!!!
Cameron had a great time in his halloween costume even though we didn't make it trick or treating. He started coughing during the day, and we didn't want to chance the cough turning into something more serious. Yes, our child is a hot dog. Yes, this costume made MSNbc's top 10 most ridiculous baby costumes. Yes, we did have hot dogs for supper. No, I don't think this will be the most ridiculous costume we ever put him in.
His Meme made him the onesie to commemorate his 1st halloween.
Brian carved Cameron's 1st pumpkin.
His Meme made him the onesie to commemorate his 1st halloween.
Brian carved Cameron's 1st pumpkin. 
10/18/10
Cuddle Buddy
I thought Cameron just liked to cuddle up with me during nap time. I was wrong. He loves cuddling with his monkey when napping.
Mommy and Me Day
When did poop become the most important conversion of my day? Cameron is finally converted to all formula no breast milk. Oh yeah, we also decided to go ahead and add rice cereal to his bottles even though the doctor said wait until 4 months. Such the rule breakers! Well I had not changed a poopy diaper since the switch, but my husband called me on the phone this weekend to tell me, "Oh Sarah, it's awful." Today I got to play stay at home mommy, and I was pretty excited. Will he roll over? Will we see cows? Will I get to see a new poopy diaper? At 8am, the smell diffused across the room. I put the kid on the changing pad and tried to brace myself. Nothing could have prepared me for...the diaper disaster! The first diaper is filled to the top (front and back). Okay, we're going to need extra reinforcement. Panic mode - the wipes are stuck and won't come out the box. Let the games begin...I put his little butt back down. Yes, back in the poop. He starts kicking which moves the diaper up his back and now his outfit is covered as well as the fresh diaper underneath. I pick up one leg, he puts the other foot in the poop. I'm still scrambling for wipes. More wipes!!! I pick up both legs, he then sends a stream of poop flying my way. It has so much air that the stream flies past the changing pad onto the carpet below. WIPES!!! WIPES!!! I just grab the diapers and as I'm wrapping them up, he puts his hand in it. So now I'm wiping Cameron's hand, his butt and foot are still covered in poop, there's no more back up diaper under him, and I'm counting as if there is a time limit as to when poop stains carpet.
I pick Cameron up to survey the damage and go get a rag and some stain remover. One pat to the back and there is an enormous burp followed by the sound of running water on the floor. Not running water. 3 of the 4 ounces he just consumed are now covering the back of my shirt, shorts and the floor. This is all before 9am.
Here's a picture of later on that day. He's still a little short for the bouncer so I put a box under his feet. It's probably a big no-no in the baby books, but it's not like I left him with the remote, a TV dinner and checked on him hours later. He only lasted about 10 minutes before we moved on.
I pick Cameron up to survey the damage and go get a rag and some stain remover. One pat to the back and there is an enormous burp followed by the sound of running water on the floor. Not running water. 3 of the 4 ounces he just consumed are now covering the back of my shirt, shorts and the floor. This is all before 9am.
Here's a picture of later on that day. He's still a little short for the bouncer so I put a box under his feet. It's probably a big no-no in the baby books, but it's not like I left him with the remote, a TV dinner and checked on him hours later. He only lasted about 10 minutes before we moved on.
10/11/10
What does a girl have to do to get a good steak?
My mouth was watering and the A 1 was ready. I got home from a long day of work to the sound of cows mooing. Yes, cows. Mooing. Looking into my back yard, there are EIGHT cows hanging out crapping up a storm. It's all fun and games until my bushes get eaten. If you've ever been to my house, my back yard bushes are the only things I've managed to keep alive, and I give myself zero credit for that. I'd like to take this time to pay respect to the Indian Hawthorns that battled with the Angus beasts and lost. These plants fought everyday since I first brought them home from Home Depot. They managed to find a way to water and weed themselves. They made it through snow, drought and Hurricane Gustav. I appreciate the pleasing aesthetic they provided for all those years. Now back to the beef. So I have cows in my yard, what to do? I called the police. Ma'am, what's your complaint? I have cows in my yard. Eight cows in my back yard. They're not mine. Sure enough, the cop rolls up fully armed and ready to protect and to serve. He and his buddy manage to startle the cows back into their pasture. They took one look at the dental floss they have for a fence and just assumed the cows wouldn't find their way back. Hahaha. One point for the cows.
Round two starts again with the mooing. The next thing I know I'm changing Cameron and through the window is a future Big Mac. They're back. I call the police again. Hi, it's me again. The one with the cows. They're back. The same cop rolls up, but he doesn't come see me this time. Why? The cows are in the FRONT YARD! The neighbors are out with their cameras because there were five future Whoppers standing in my front flower bed chowing down on those Indian Hawthorns. Of course, I'm on the phone with Brian. "We have cows!!! They are everywhere!!" Cameron is just giggling away. Then the city slicker rolls up. The police department called 1-800-rent-a-cowboy and four cowboys emerge to be the heroes of the day. One of them pulls out an Indiana Jones bull whip and goes to town. It was the coolest thing!!! The police officer is trying to tell him where the cows came in, and the cowboy puts a hand up and says, "Don't worry, they're going to find where to go." I couldn't make this last part up. The cowboy's license plate in the front said, "Beef, it's what's for dinner."
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