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My Son is 10 Months Old!

Can't believe it, but Logan is 10 months old today. Crazy! Here's some pictures from today. Enjoy!

Sans Oatmeal

Logan no longer will eat oatmeal...a travesty. Instead, I made him a piece of toast and he easily ate half of it. I got hungry too so I ate the other half, although I think he would've eaten more if I gave it to him.

I've been carefully observing Logan this week and I'm ready to make a bold claim. I think Logan is left-handed. It may be a bit premature to definitely say his left is his dominant hand because he does use his right, but all in all, I'd say he's a lefty. He grabs for his food with his left hand first, and seems to use that hand more than the right. I don't think there are any lefties in my family, but I know Carly's Mom is a lefty so maybe he takes after her.

I'm filled with a sense of pride and chagrin if it turns out Logan's a lefty. I think it's cool to be a lefty, to be a bit unique, supposedly more creative and all that stuff; however, he'll have to deal with the right handed establishment and be forced to adapt to right-handed desks and all that crap. I guess it's tough being special.

Losing Power Struggles

So I lost a major power struggle with Logan today. He woke up from a nap prematurely and I didn't feel like getting him (I know...I'm a terrible person). I checked on him quickly to make sure he was ok, then I let him cry, thinking beyond hope, I know, that he might fall back to sleep. Instead, he cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried until I couldn't take it anymore (after about an hour). Logan wins. I know I shouldn't see the situation in this whole power struggle sort of way, but sometimes it feels like that with this baby. I fed him some blueberries and apple baby food right after this non-napping extravaganza and Logan totally spit the food out directly in my face, showing me what he does to fathers who ignore him. It was actually funny and we had a miniature food fight. Ok. Not really, but Logan did end up looking like the Joker in the most recent Batman movie, The Dark Knight. The blueberry apple was a deep purple color and it was all over his lips and face in a contorted, maniacal smile.

You would think that I would have learned I am not going to win with this kid. Around 4:00 this morning I got done giving Logan a bottle and he gently went to bed, not making a sound for 5 minutes. Then, at 4:05 he decided he didn't want to sleep. Carly and I let him cry until it was time for Carly to wake up to go to school. She soothed him, thereby rewarding him for his hour of crying, or finally putting an end to his crying? I don't know.

Toast and Wetsuits

Logan ate toast for this first time this morning and he loved it. He munched a half a slice of Turano Wheat Italian Bread (my new favorite brand). I slapped some Smart Balance buttery spread on the toast along with some Dickinson's purely fruit strawberry jelly, and Logan ate it all up. He wasn't at all interested in his oatmeal with bananas, just toast. I think we've discovered his new favorite food.

And now to address the second term in my title: wetsuits. I was a getting a bit stir crazy and decided to take Logan to the YMCA this morning to go swimming. We hadn't been swimming in quite a while and I thought it would be fun. Turns out the warmer kid-friendly pool had a pipe burst in it yesterday and it was closed. Go figure. But like the good boy scout I am, I was prepared. I brought Logan's baby wetsuit with me, so we ventured into the adult lap swimming pool, which is colder and which has a minimum depth of 7 feet (which I didn't know). The pool wasn't that cold, and Logan's wetsuit seemed to do the trick because once the initial shock was done, he seemed to be enjoying himself and wasn't chattering or turning blue or anything. We swam a few laps and splashed a bit and after 10-15 minutes we hit the hot showers. Nothing quite like a hot shower after a cool pool, and we didn't have any company either so no naked dudes to contend with. Anyway, it's been a good morning and we're ready for lunch. Toast, perhaps?

Flippy Basket

Logan flipped a laundry basket onto himself today and began to cry. It was comical and worth mentioning and so I have. Mom and I just ordered Thai Pavilion so I have to go and pick it up. Later.

So Super I Missed Sunday's Post

I knew I was taking on a challenge when I committed to blogging everyday for a year, but I didn't envision keeping up with the daily grind would be this difficult. I know..."boo hoo" for me. I get to stay home with my baby, don't have to work, and am forced to write silly entries for my blog each day. Seriously though, I am finding that I am becoming a bit dissatisfied with my output and the general quality of my posts. Maybe I just need to get over myself and re-ignite the passion that led me to this blog via the stop-complaining, just shut up and do it method. I think I'll try that.

Yesterday we took Logan over to Josh and Leah's place for a Super Bowl party. Logan had napped well that day so he was ready to have a good time. He was sweet and flirty and seemed to enjoy himself, although his sensitive side was revealed on a few occasions. I got excited at the game at a few points and sort of yelled and raised my voice at the t.v. I don't know if Logan thought this intense screaming was directed at him or something because he did his classic, frowny lip curl and began to cry. I felt really bad for getting him upset. He quickly became his happy self again after a bit of consoling, only to get upset two more times at emotional points in the game. Poor kid. Other than that, he was a perfect gentleman at the party. We left after the half time show since we didn't want to upset his schedule too much, and Logan slept well last night, waking up happy and chipper this morning. We had a super Sunday and I'm sorry that I missed posting.