Milestones to date

While not blogging, I did track most of Austin's milestones throughout the year.

Here are a few:

April 9 first official social smile
Week 6 eating/sucking hands
Week 5/6 interacting with the activity gym
Week 9 laughs
Week 10 noticed attempts to try and turn over??
Week 12 grasping things: my hair, mothra, etc
Week 13 watches tv
Week 14 great head holding
Week 14-15 recognizes name
Week 18 grabs toes
Week 19 rolls from stomach to back
Week 20-21 rolls back to stomach
Week 22 mimics arms reaching, etc
6 mos starting to creep, attempting to crawl
6 mos shrieking happily and talking
6 mos eating sweet potato squash and apples; sucking on fruit (plums, peaches, orange)
6m bad reaction to eggs
6.5 months sitting up
9 months army crawl
9m clapping hands
10 months rocking in all fours
10 months pull to a stand
10 months waving (-ish)
10 months "dada" is it for Hayden?
11 months walking with assistance
11 months says "ball" "dada" and "jeter"
11 months waving for sure
11 months standing unassisted
12 months creeping everywhere
12 months says "bad boy" "poo poo" sigh.
2/25/15 Austin took 3 steps
12 months - mimics behaviors
12 months - runs in the opposite direction when called - in defiance!
13 months - confirmed sighting: 2 bottom teeth
13 months - climbs stairs (ugh)

Lots of boogying

A jumpstart on a New Year's Resolution:

Let me not lament too long on this year's failed blogging. Suffice it for me to blame the parenting blizzard and especially the lack of sleep. I missed blogging a lot of firsts, but I have tracked them and will likely list a few milestones at the end of this tardy blog.

But I do have a first to blog today for my dearest son Austin - he has his first cold. It's really not so bad. He has only a slight fever and only a slight cough. He does have copious amounts of snot. It is plentiful. Bountiful. Flowing like the river Nile after a Tsunami. Perhaps that is a slight exaggeration. And I know you can't have a tsunami in a river. But it's running a lot and trying to wipe the nose of a 10 month old is impossible. I think it may be one of God's oversights on a fairly perfect design of a child. I just read somewhere that a child can't really wipe his nose until he is around 4. 4! WTF! That is a lot of ninja wipes and tackling wipes from moms who can never escape the shrieking protests of the snot nose target.

Aside from the cold, Austin had a lovely visit to his grandparents in Asheville. He very nearly perfected his crawl. He can now rock on all fours and just when he's about to take off on all fours, he plummets down to an army crawl, which is no longer as labored. In fact, he squeals with delight as he places distance between us and him. Of course, we have returned home and his increased crawling has shown here that we basically live in our own filth. Correction: we live in Jeter's dog hair. Ugh.

Let me leave it there for now. He awakes.