This is my life.

The apple doesn't fall far from the "Nana" tree now does it...

Sydney: Mama, I'm going to go organize something.

Mama: Um.. ok.

And that she did.

The Jackson Scuttle...

Apparently, his father never crawled either. Either way, he is happier now. He can explore, follow his sisters (although he's still very slow.. by the time he gets where they are, they are off and doing other things, in other places), and get into trouble. He seems to gravitate towards power cords and electrical outlets. Baby proofing is eminent.

Anyhow, here is a (dark and somewhat fuzzy) video of the dude in action. This was taken a few nights ago, and he is already faster, and more efficient, but it is too funny not to share.

Pretending it hasn't been SO long since I last posted...

So last weekend, we decided to go outside and do something. Mostly because the temperature reading was this:

 

Outside. In January. So it was decided we would go sliding. There was alot of this:

 

And alot of this:

 

That would be sitting in the snow whining, and trudging through the snow whining. The temperature was more than perfect for this guy:

 

But less than perfect for sliding. The snow was very wet, and very heavy. So we decided to head home after everyone was extracted from the deep snow.

 

Where we enjoyed the rest of the day anyhow. 

 

The End.

Jackson

This is less of a 9 month update, which if I don't do soon I won't do at all yikes, and more of a need to jot down my thoughts for documentation purposes.

Jackson has always been a... fussy baby. At about 6 weeks I started asking myself (and others) what was wrong with him, and trying to find a way to "fix" him. We took him to a few different doctors, expressed our concern, and didn't get alot of sympathy or feedback in return. I even managed to weasel a visit to the Pediatrician for a consult, which is no easy task in this town, trust me.

His fussiness comes in several different forms, which I can breakdown pretty easily. Morning, noon and nighttime. No, I joke. But he definitely has periods throughout the day that I can relate to ordinary events, such as being overtired, ready for a nap, hungry etc. He does seem to have a "cranky period" during the supper hour as well. All of these episodes are what I consider normal fussiness, and is generally expected when you are 9 months old.

Doctors have said he has/had colic, acid reflux, he's teething, one even managed to convince me that he was so fussy because he was a boy. What? He was a very VERY pukey baby, which has since disappeared completely. He eats good, although picky about table food still. I did have to try a few different formulas before I found one that seemed to work best for his stomach, and he has been on Acidophulus and Oval drops since he was about 6 weeks old, on the advice of my pharmacist. That seemed to work better than nothing at all, so I have kept it up ever since.

But still, at nine months, you'd think we'd have worked out the colic/fussiness if it was that simple, no? Can I baby really teeth for nine months straight? He still does not sleep very well at night, although much better than say, 3 months ago, and he naps well enough now, although somewhat inconsistent in length.

About a month ago, I started watching the way he curved himself into a backwards C when laying in bed, so that his face was looking up at the top of his crib and his stomach was jutting out the side. Hmm. Doesn't look real comfortable but whatever turns your crank kid. After a few particularly bad days and nights, Chris was talking with someone who mentioned taking him to see a chiropractor.

Chris has been, I have never gone. He wrenches his back out every once and awhile, goes and comes home feeling better. I have a bit of a "thing" with hearing people crack their knuckles/toes/whatever else. Where a "thing" is me wanting to run away screaming with my hands over my ears. But at this point, I was willing to give it a try. Give anything a try.

3 weeks ago I took him in, met the doctor, he examined him, adjusted him, and we left. 15 minutes, in and out. He used his tool on both Chris and I to show us how strong it was, we talked about the risks, and I had done some research at home before we committed to an appointment. A few days later, we did it again, and made a 3rd appointment for today, almost 2 1/2 weeks later (the office shut down over Christmas).

Call it a coincidence, but I did notice an immediate difference in him the moment we came through the door. He could now sit, by himself on the floor for hours playing with his toys. He cut a tooth, an upper tooth in this time period and I didn't even know he was teething. His general overall demeanor was lighter, happier, calmer. We made it through Christmas, no problem. Then slowly, over the last week or so, I started  noticing the "old" Jackson come back. He refuses to sit by himself and play for longer than a few minutes, he whines in the Jumperoo, wants to be held all the time, has little to no patience when things get taken away, or don't go his way. He even started to curl himself into a C again, which made me realize I hadn't even noticed he had stopped.

So here we are, after our 3rd appointment. He did seem happier tonight, although it's hard to tell during the supper hour and beyond, as I mentioned above as his cranky time anyhow. The true test will be tomorrow morning, after his breakfast when it is time to play. On the one hand, I want him to be happy. I really REALLY want him to be happy. Going to see a chiropractor a few times a month is really no big deal. If that's what it takes, I am game. On the other hand, this is a bit worrisome. What does this say about his back? His spine? What will he be like in a few years, if this is affecting him so badly at 9 months old?

I did talk with the doctor about my concerns today. He told me to give it a few weeks before I really decide to try and go back to see a GP and get some X-rays. Some babies just need to be adjusted, taper off eventually, with no real need for any other intervention. I trust this man, he is very sincere and genuine, and I really can't say he is trying to swindle me out of my money as the appointments are suprisingly cheap. I will keep on going, as long as I think it is doing him some good. But I still have this nagging feeling that we are missing something.. that it can't be this simple, can it?? I guess time will tell.

Can you see it??

We laugh about this particular resemblance alot around here lately. Poor kid and his gigantic mushroom shaped head. We love him.

Exhibit A: My son.

 

Exhibit B: A mushroom from Super Mario Bros.

 

Change the mushroom to blue.. and we'd just about have it perfect...