Dear Cohen

Happy 7 month birthday, my love. The first 6 months seemed to run a bit slow for the most part but this last month has flown by. I think that's how it's going to be from here on out. And I don't think I like the time flying by so quickly.

You still don't have any teeth popping through but my goodness, how you love to chomp down hard on anything you can get in your mouth, especially the joints on my fingers. Your new favourite teething toy is the rubber spatula Mommy's friend, M-B, sent to you. She was right--you love it more than any of your "real" toys!

You're now sitting up all my yourself all the time. We still put you in Fort Cohey in case you topple over, but so far you've only landed on the pillows one time in the last week. You do not like to lie on your back anymore, and you make sure we are aware of that bit of info. And we can forget about tummy time all together. And rolling over was so 6 months. 7 month old boys named Cohen Gray have no time for rolling over anymore.

So far you have readily eaten everything we've given you, except for peas. You are not a fan of peas. But oh how you love pears, carrots and sweet potatoes. We have yet to give you prunes but that's because you don't need any help in "that department." I'm not ready for the consequences of prunes, but we'll work our way there.

In the sleep department you are still a great sleeper. Most nights we can plan on you sleeping 11 hours straight, which makes for a happy little and big c and VERY happy Mommy. I have several favourite moments each day, but I think my most favourite thing is listening to you chatter away to your crib bumper upon waking up and then seeing your huge smile when I poke my head over. Every morning without fail you lunge, with open mouth, toward my face as I get you ready to nurse. I laugh out loud every single time!

And we can always count on you having a great time when we're out for a walk. Watching you take the world in as we stroll around the neighbourhood causes me to stop and ponder what it's like to be you seeing things for the first time. I can only imagine what's going on inside that beautiful strawberry-blonde head of yours.

I cannot wait to see what you've got planned for us this month my darling.

Love,

Your biggest fan, Mommy xoxo

p.s. Here are some photos Mommy took yesterday inside Fort Cohey.

 
 
 

Why didn't I think of this?

If you're an observant person, you'll have noticed I've added a list (on the left side) of all the blogs I envy and look at almost every day. Please don't go reading theirs and not come back to mine. They are beautiful to look at, have millions of readers every single day, and make tonnes of money from the advertisers they've got but I've got the content. I mean, come on, they don't have Cohey Bear to talk about.

A couple of these blogs both mentioned this one blog that I really wish I could have created. But a) I'm not creative enough and b) little c doesn't nap well enough to stay asleep while he's repositioned. Just take a look-see and you'll see what I mean.

More Sun Valley photos

 

Showing off little c's cleavage.

 
 
 
  
  

Two road trips in one crazy weekend

Anyone who saw my post on Facebook the other day knows that I'm referring to taking little c on his first AND last road trip for a few years.

I think the boy just likes to stay home, like his Daddy. Not like his Mommy at all, although I do like my own bed and can't get a good night sleep anywhere apart from it. He didn't much like sleeping in the pack & play in the closet I guess.

He cried almost the entire weekend. The most challenging part was the car ride. He cried for 2.5 hours of the 5 hour trip...both ways! Confined in such a small space with him hollering was a little trying on the old nerves. At one point I was tempted to undo my seatbelt, open the car door, and hurl myself out just to escape it. Fortunately common sense kept me in my seat.

He just wasn't his normal self. But as soon as we got him home on Sunday evening, he was fine and slept for 11.5 hours straight. Thatta boy!

He did enjoy his first swim in the Sun Valley Resort pool though. He just wanted to show off his moobs and his new swimmin' trunks for the ladies.

Oh well, you live and learn. I think going forward we'll just leave him home while we go off galavanting or we'll save money and just won't go anywhere, much to my chagrin.

The one great thing about the weekend is little c got to meet his grandparents, aunts, great grandma, great aunt and a couple of his cousins for the first time. If they want to see him again before he's 5, they're going to have to come down here though!

Little c did not get the memo to look like you're crazy. He looks a little scared.

Before you go judging us for not putting a shirt on him to keep the sun off of him, we waited until 5:00 p.m. to take him for a dip and he was also slathered in sunscreen. 

 

More photos posted tomorrow.

 
 

  
 

Who's Barbara...

and why do you keep repeating her name?

This weekend little c discovered the "b" sound. And I swear it sounded like he kept saying Barbara over and over again. Sometimes it was in a loving way. Other times it was demanding, like "Barbara, if I have to tell you one more time, I'm going to freak out!"

Not sure who she is, but why can't he replace her name with "Mama?" I mean, it's the only thing I say to him now in hopes that he'll catch on.

Man boobs (a.k.a. Moobs)

Guess WHAT?!

You know how I told you about rubbing lavender oil on little c's feet before bed? I was telling a very smart friend of mine that tidbit and she advised me to do some research. Apparently there is a link between lavender and tea tree oil and boobs on pre-pubescent boys. (click on boobs for more info from WebMD). It's all over the web, so you know it's true! Even boys that used lotion or shampoo containing either or both oils were affected (google it). Who knew an oil like that could have such a big effect on hormones.

So we're halting the new nighttime ritual. Little c will have enough battles to fight (hairy feet, small hands that smell like cabbage, big head, an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope), he doesn't need moobs.

But Mommy does! Bring on the lavender oil!!

An exciting first is just around the corner

We've got the uber expensive baby sunscreen that we bought at the organic store. Several hats. Ultra cool sunglasses. Little Swimmers diapers. And a brand-spanking-new bathing suit ready to go for little c's first dip in a swimming pool at an undisclosed location.

You'll have to check back here on Monday to see if he liked it and where this alleged pool was.

Don't worry. I will not include a photo of me in a bikini. That might make you throw up in your mouth.