No Words...Just a Torn ACL

and to keep it Hayden related....Hayden now knows what it feels like to be a Baylor fan. Welcome to the real world, Son.

Daycare Faux Pas and Other Shenanigans at the Meador House

Well, I made an ass out of myself at daycare this week. I find that in this whole motherhood thing, I make an ass out of myself on a fairly regular basis. Now, on to the daycare issue...

At daycare we're supposed to bring the bottles ready made in a ziploc freezer bag and put them in the infant fridge. At the end of the day, all the empty bottles are in the fridge in the ziploc bag. Of course, every bottle is labeled with Hayden's name as well as the ziploc bag itself. Simple, right? Well, not for me apparently. Hayden even has really cute stickers on his bottles with his name on them. One set of stickers has a monkey on them, the others have a lion and an elephant with a monkey riding on his back. Adorable. Also, distinguishable, which is the whole point. But I digress.

So, I pick Hayden up from daycare on Thursday and I'm a little tired out from the day and kind of spacey (not unusual). When I get there, Hayden is in his crib crying and one of the teachers is trying to soothe him. His teacher, Ms. J, tells me he was a little fussy today. Of course, that sends me into a tail spin of worry and I start babbling about how he acted a little weird last night and blah blah blah (which I'm sure is what Ms. J heard). An aside, maybe, one day I'll quit panicking like a total freakshow every time Hayden gets fussy or acts "weird" or runs an, ahem, "temp" of 100.2. Whatever. Back to me acting stupid. So, I'm all freaked out, Ms. J is looking at me like I've grown a second head and tells me I worry too much (no, really?! do you even know me?). I grab blindly into the fridge and pull out a ziploc freezer bag of Doctor Brown's bottles and get the hell out of there before I look like a bigger jackass than I already am. For those who are wondering, here's a Doctor Brown's bottle, unique, no?

I get home, still frazzled, waiting to tell Clark that Hayden was FUSSY at daycare, and wasn't I right about him acting weird? Well, I pull out the bag, and lo and behold, I had NATALIE'S bottles, not Hayden's. Did she have identical monkey stickers? Does Natalie's name look anything like Hayden's? No. Her Doctor Brown bottles had purple stickers that said Natalie all over her bottles. Purple. Not like they were hidden or anything. I felt so stupid. I called the daycare and asked if I could run them back. Of course, Natalie's dad had come and gone so it was too late. Hayden's bottles were still at daycare. I know I'm being dramatic about this, but I felt so terrible. Mainly, because if the situation were reversed, I would be so annoyed (which means I would have talked a lot of smack about the parent who took my bottles). I wouldn't go so far as to say mad, but extremely irritated. I'm a schedule person, so I wouldn't be able to wash Hayden's bottles or get everything ready in my usual order. Totally threw me off. Needless to say, I felt ridiculous. So, I wrote Natalie's mom a note and am praying I never see her because I'm an idiot.

What other shenanigans are going on with us? Not a lot, really. I've been asked a lot lately if Hayden can hold his own bottle. The answer is a resounding, no. I'm thinking he could if he wanted, but like his mother, if someone is willing to do it for him, why should he do it himself? Can't say I blame him. We went to the park yesterday and today. Hayden experienced the swing for the first time. Yesterday, he was uncertain. Today, the swings got a big thumbs up!

And to answer your question, yes, I almost had a panic attack when Clark sat Hayden on the edge of the bridge. Good Lord!

See, much happier today! Thanks to Auntie Ally and Hayden's girl Maggie for going to the park with us today. Here's the only pic I got of the two of them.

I think Hayden is checking her out. He's such a player.

7 Months!!

Happy 7 Month Birthday, Hayden! You look like such a BIG boy in that picutre! I can barely take it!

You may have noticed that there were no blog updates or pictures of this past weekend after Hayden's first trip to Waco. That would be because it was a DISASTER. Not only did the Bears choke big time, but Hayden was not exactly down with sitting still for 4 quarters of football. It is well documented that Hayden has been to many sporting events in his short life, so I really didn't think this would be an issue. Boy, was I wrong. By the end of the first half I was ready to pull my hair out and not quite up for taking a bunch of pictures. So, we'll just pretend that Homecoming is Hayden's first game and take some pictures there. Why would I take him to Homecoming, you ask? Well, we'll be staying the weekend and if things get bad we can always go back to the hotel room. Plus, there will be more helping hands around that weekend...so the burden won't fall on me to handle.

What is Hayden doing at 7 months? Well, it has also been well documented that Hayden is excellent at sitting up by himself. I feel pretty comfortable letting him sit by himself. Don't worry, I don't leave Hayden sitting on the floor while I run errands, but I'm comfortable leaving him playing on the floor while I cook or wash dishes (ha ha ha). Of course, we still have some accidents, and we've hit our cute face on the carpet at least once. Hayden will look at you when you say his name. Hayden passes toys from one hand to another and can lean over while sitting to reach his toys. We've tried an assortment of jarred baby meat combos...but the runaway favorite is apples and chicken. He loves to blow raspberries. He is still laughing at toot noises. He's in love with Sam and Sophie and tries to grab them all the time. He can stand up while holding onto the ottoman (he can't pull up, but if you leave him there standing, he can continue to stand).

I think that about covers it for achievements. Hopefully, I'll be better about taking pictures this week!

Enfamil Coma

This is your baby w/o Enfamil in their tummies:

Someone help! That poor baby is so starved he's trying to eat his mommy's face!

Solution . . .

Bath + 8 oz of Enfamil =

Enfamil Coma!!!!!

My Guys

Don't mind that Hayden is looking a little gangster with sagging pants. He heard that all the cool kids wear their pants low enough to show their underwear (diaper). He must have picked that up at daycare.

It was a long, rainy weekend so I don't have much to update. The NFL season officially kicked off this week...and Hayden watched his first Cowboys game. I'm going to go ahead and say it, I hate the Cowboys. There. I was raised better than to like that team. Unfortunately, Clark was raised differently than I was and he's a Cowboys' fan. So, Hayden sat in his exersaucer and watched the Cowboys beat Tampa Bay. He even lifted his hands up above his head and squealed when the Cowboys got a first down. I almost threw up, Clark almost wept with joy. We're not telling Grandpa, because we don't want Grandpa to disinherit Mommy OR Hayden.

We're also working on "practicing" crawling:

He looks like he's enjoying himself here...but he's not. He hates it. This kid hates all things associated with being on his tummy. He doesn't really know how to get up on his knees, but Clark thinks we can "condition" him. I say, let's just let that happen naturally.

As I mentioned before, Hayden also eats Saltine crackers and biter biscuits. Well, he gums them and I try not to have a panic attack while he does it. I don't know why, but I almost break out in hives whenever he has a cracker in his mouth. I just know he's going to choke on it. I hear you, the obvious answer is to NOT GIVE HIM THE CRACKER. I get it. However, how will he ever learn to eat if I don't let him practice?! Most of the time, he'll gag once or twice, and then be fine. Clark says it's because he's not used to having anything that far back on his tongue and that he'll get used to it. I don't know, it's very nerve racking. The only reason I even introduced the crackers/biscuits is because the pedi suggested it. Let's hope it gets better as time goes on. I imagine it will be kind of embarrassing for him if he goes to elementary school still gagging on Saltines and still eating stage 2 baby foods.

Today we got a special treat. Through some friends of Jason and Kassidy we were invited to watch a Rangers game from a suite! Very cool! Hayden got all geared up for the game:

That face says, "We get to sit where? Not the triple deck? Whoa!"

Daddy also donned his best Rangers gear...

We had a lot of fun and Hayden did great. One would think this would wear him out...but it's 9:35 and he's cooing away in his crib. Time to go night, night Hayden!!!

Thanks Dawn!

We love our sweet pumpkin hat -- it goes so well with the drool on my Harley Davidson onesie!

Hayden Delivers!

With a little help from his friend, Robert Griffin III! As promised, Hayden gave his Daddy a Baylor victory over Wake Forest for his birthday -- 24 - 21!

It's the start of college football season and Daddy and Hayden couldn't be more excited. Hayden loved putting on all his Baylor gear for the game...

He looks thrilled, right? We went to Jason and Kassidy's for a housewarming/BU kick-off party. We had a lot of fun -- their house is so cute and we even made some new friends! Hayden was Mr. Personality all day and was, of course, the life of the party.

Hayden and Jason, pre-game:

I wish we had more pics from the party, but I was too busy cheering and worrying over the Baylor Bears to be much of photographer. Hayden can say this now: In his lifetime, the Baylor Bear football team is undefeated! That's not something a lot of Baylor Bears can say!

Nan also came to visit this weekend and babysat while Clark and I had a chance to eat lunch by ourselves! I think this is only our 3rd meal alone since becoming parents. We enjoyed the "baby-free" time and we know Hayden enjoyed the time with his Nan!

In other news, Hayden is still teething. I can't decide if it's the 2 bottom teeth he already has that are just coming in further or if we're working on top teeth. Regardless, the verdict is teething sucks. It turns my adorable, angelic, sweet baby into a mean, angry, miserable, Exorcist-like, demon baby. Thanks to my friend Chris, we found biter biscuits at Wal-Mart (being the snob that I am, I didn't actually GO there...I made Clark go instead. I've waged a war with Wal-Mart dating back some 4 years ago. I won't give in). The biter biscuits help, but only if they're glued to his hand 24/7. That is not possible, so instead he sticks everything else he can possibly fit into his mouth...even some things that don't fit...

Hayden doesn't see the problem:

What? He doesn't look possessed here? Oh, because the teething demon only possesses him when no one else is around. That's part of the demon's evil magic: Make Mommy and Daddy look crazy.

Next weekend we're meeting up with Emily Mulkey to take Hayden's 6 month pictures. We're so excited. She did such a great job with his newborn pics, I know the 6 month pics will be great too! Baylor is off next weekend, but on the 19th, Hayden is making his first trip to Waco to experience college football at Floyd Casey Stadium (thrilling, I know). Baylor takes on UConn. Sic Em!