Birthdays, Brides and Baseball

September is a busy month for the Gamblins. We have celebrated my birthday, Matt’s birthday, and there are still a couple more to come! My mom came down  and took me to lunch at my favorite Mediterranean spot, Casablanca’s Cafe. They have really yummy falafel sandwiches. Matt and I made our first attempt dining at a real restaurant and went to the Cheesecake Factory. The baby was fussy the whole time and I felt so overwhelmed. But hey, cheesecake makes everything better!

My sister was in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, so we went down to Oakdale to see it. She did a wonderful job and I was so proud of her. The curtains opened, I saw her on the stage, and I immediately started to cry. I guess I am a little hormonal…

Lolly watched Cole, and we had our first real date since the baby was born. It was so nice to be able to focus on some “us” time and not have any interruptions. I have really missed my husband. We celebrated our birthdays with my parents on our visit as well. My mom made a great dinner, and a decadent chocolate cake!

Last weekend we celebrated Matt’s birthday with his parents and went to the A’s game. We had a great time cheering, visiting, and eating (a lot!). Cole was such a good boy. He only cried (seriously, the only time he really cried) when he heard the loud “BOOOOO” as the Red Sox were introduced, and pretty much any other time that shout was made. No negative energy for that boy!

 

On Sunday I made blueberry pancakes for Matt’s birthday dinner (his request), and we had a couple people come over for dessert, blackberry cheesecake. We were on a real sugar high that night!

September has been a great month, and we are only halfway through. We have a few more fun things in store, it’s gonna be great!

The tale of the cricket

Over the past few nights I have been hearing some chirping outside our front door. Nothing terribly annoying, just your average crickets singing the sun to sleep. Sunday morning comes and everything changes. It’s 6am and the chirping is piercing. Its ridiculously loud and annoying and its six in the freaking morning. In case you can’t tell, I am so not a morning person.

My husband jumps out of bed to find the stupid thing. I am commanding “Kill it! Did you find it? When you do, KILL IT!” Really, I hate the mornings.

And then, it stops. We climb back into bed, only for it to start again. This goes on until we finally get up to ready ourselves for church.

Sunday evening, chirp, chirp, chirp. We pull apart our room searching for the darn thing. Silence. Clearly the cricket is afraid of his death.

Monday morning my husband says, “I found the cricket. I didn’t kill it, I just chucked it really far outside so it wouldn’t come back in.”

The moral of the story, there really isn’t one. Just a discovery that my husband is slightly more merciful than me. He won’t kill it, just hurt it real bad.

Two Months

Last week Cole went in for his two month check up. Surprise, surprise! We have a healthy, chubby kid. He weighed in at 13 lbs. 15 oz. That’s the ninetieth percentile for weight, in case you weren’t familiar with baby stats. Oh, and he was 23 7/8 inches long (eightieth percentile). His head circumference, luckily, was only in the fiftieth percentile (I am forgetting the measurement at the moment). Otherwise, he might not be able to lift it up…

Oh, but he can. Today he was demonstrating his great head lifting skills during tummy time. I was so amazed and enamored that I forgot to take any photos. Oops. Next time.

Cole loves to sit on my lap and look out at the world. He is so interested in everything around him, and I am starting to get the impression he thinks he is older than he actually is. And then there is Mommy, wishing he wouldn’t grow so fast!

This is his Papa Mark face, aka his concentration face, and sometimes even the poop face…

(Note the chubs…oh yeah!)

I just love my happy little man!

Nap time has been a rarity around here lately, especially since the EVIL vaccinations. It was so traumatic, I was crying, Cole was crying. Bad news. Anyway, he still sleeps through the night, and that makes up for his lack of sleep during the day. If naps do happen, lately they have been in the blessed swing. I seriously LOVE that thing! Thank you swing for gentle rock and rhythmic clicking that makes my son pass out.

I love mornings with him. When he wakes up, I bring him into bed with me to feed him, and then we fall back to sleep all snuggled up. It may not be the best practice, but I love it. Who wouldn’t want to snuggle with this little man?

I think those are all the updates for now. We have some fun adventures coming up in the next couple of months, so things may get a bit more interesting around here. Of course, I could talk about my kid all day, and I do!