Jacob at 19 months
I do have a younger son, though lately I have not blogged about him much. His name is Jacob, and he is also very cute and blonde.
Part of my lack of Jacob-blogging has been a need to escape from thoughts of his frequent screaming. The young one, he has had a hard month. At first, the reasons for this were obvious, as seen in these before-and-after shots of his right lower canine, his last of those. It took a really god-awful long time to erupt.
Before (August 22):
After (September 17):
This boy has a heck of a time with new teeth, much more so than Isaac ever did. We think it's because Jacob, unlike Isaac, inherited my gigantic horse teeth. Seriously. The boy's teeth are at least half-again as big as his older brother's. While I smiled once yesterday, Isaac asked me if I was a shark. I think this comparison is not lost in Jacob.
While not busy teething, Jacob's fussing continued due to the evolution of an alarming but minor medical issue. I must be intentionally vague due to the AHEM sensitive nature of the situation, pun intended; if you want more detail, the problem is specifically discussed in this link. We saw the pediatrician about it a month ago, where we were assured that he was fine, and that the situation would resolve itself. It did, yesterday, with an exceeding amount of discomfort and unwillingness to pee. We visited the doctor again today, and she told us that he'll heal up nicely in a day or two as he did before, and his problem is likely over, thank goodness.
Because our doctor is super-wonderful, she also took care of Jacob's 18-month visit while we were there today, since his appointment was scheduled for tomorrow morning. He is still a junior giant, which anyone could have predicted from watching him enjoy his food. He weighs 27 pounds now, which puts him in the 65th percentile. It also explains the continued hotness of my totally-cut arms as His Fatness now requests a ride in them, regularly demanding "Carry Me!" whenever he is upset.
Shaquille the Younger is 34-1/4 inches long (the 93rd percentile), likely because of these stilts:
Part of me wonders how much of the incessant fussing is growing pains. It has to hurt to grow legs that long in 19 months.
He is also doing everything. To post of his vocabulary would be dumb because he can say anything, one word at a time. Perhaps from memorizing all the Cars cars names, he enjoys learning people's names now, as I first noticed last Wednesday when he ran to "An-ty! Car-woes!" Physically? He can jump, and gives me heart attacks by trying to jump down steps. He can run, and is frustrated sometimes that he is not as fast as Isaac. He walks backwards and makes beeping noises, as though he is a dump truck. He loves to color, and showed me just how much this morning when he scribbled a beautiful red artwork with washable (yay!) marker on my kitchen wall.
He also has opinions about everything. He can do so much, but gets frustrated when he can't do things he wants to do, expressing his frustration by hitting, kicking, and throwing. He is excellent at sharing with brother, and also at chucking cars at brother's head. He understands the concept of time-outs, I think, and he gets them regularly now and they seem to work well for him. Afterward, he remembers to be good for about twenty minutes. He has awareness of when he has to poop but is afraid to sit on the potty, so we are not pushing it. Though he went through a spell two months ago where he slept through the night almost every night for two weeks, that heavenly angel has left the house and he now wakes up once a night.
In short, he is a total and complete handful. I love him for everything he does, but I am not going to be sad when one day, hopefully soon, the fussing leaves the house.
Part of my lack of Jacob-blogging has been a need to escape from thoughts of his frequent screaming. The young one, he has had a hard month. At first, the reasons for this were obvious, as seen in these before-and-after shots of his right lower canine, his last of those. It took a really god-awful long time to erupt.
Before (August 22):
After (September 17):
This boy has a heck of a time with new teeth, much more so than Isaac ever did. We think it's because Jacob, unlike Isaac, inherited my gigantic horse teeth. Seriously. The boy's teeth are at least half-again as big as his older brother's. While I smiled once yesterday, Isaac asked me if I was a shark. I think this comparison is not lost in Jacob.
While not busy teething, Jacob's fussing continued due to the evolution of an alarming but minor medical issue. I must be intentionally vague due to the AHEM sensitive nature of the situation, pun intended; if you want more detail, the problem is specifically discussed in this link. We saw the pediatrician about it a month ago, where we were assured that he was fine, and that the situation would resolve itself. It did, yesterday, with an exceeding amount of discomfort and unwillingness to pee. We visited the doctor again today, and she told us that he'll heal up nicely in a day or two as he did before, and his problem is likely over, thank goodness.
Because our doctor is super-wonderful, she also took care of Jacob's 18-month visit while we were there today, since his appointment was scheduled for tomorrow morning. He is still a junior giant, which anyone could have predicted from watching him enjoy his food. He weighs 27 pounds now, which puts him in the 65th percentile. It also explains the continued hotness of my totally-cut arms as His Fatness now requests a ride in them, regularly demanding "Carry Me!" whenever he is upset.
Shaquille the Younger is 34-1/4 inches long (the 93rd percentile), likely because of these stilts:
Part of me wonders how much of the incessant fussing is growing pains. It has to hurt to grow legs that long in 19 months.
He is also doing everything. To post of his vocabulary would be dumb because he can say anything, one word at a time. Perhaps from memorizing all the Cars cars names, he enjoys learning people's names now, as I first noticed last Wednesday when he ran to "An-ty! Car-woes!" Physically? He can jump, and gives me heart attacks by trying to jump down steps. He can run, and is frustrated sometimes that he is not as fast as Isaac. He walks backwards and makes beeping noises, as though he is a dump truck. He loves to color, and showed me just how much this morning when he scribbled a beautiful red artwork with washable (yay!) marker on my kitchen wall.
He also has opinions about everything. He can do so much, but gets frustrated when he can't do things he wants to do, expressing his frustration by hitting, kicking, and throwing. He is excellent at sharing with brother, and also at chucking cars at brother's head. He understands the concept of time-outs, I think, and he gets them regularly now and they seem to work well for him. Afterward, he remembers to be good for about twenty minutes. He has awareness of when he has to poop but is afraid to sit on the potty, so we are not pushing it. Though he went through a spell two months ago where he slept through the night almost every night for two weeks, that heavenly angel has left the house and he now wakes up once a night.
In short, he is a total and complete handful. I love him for everything he does, but I am not going to be sad when one day, hopefully soon, the fussing leaves the house.
posted by Claire at 10:53 PM
5 Comments:
What a hunk he is! He looks a lot like your dad in the before picture. :) I hope for you that the fussy days are dwindling...but I would agree it has got to hurt growing that much!
I swear, we could change the he(s) to she(s) and insert Emma instead of Jacob and I would have a journal entry for my own daughter! He is such a cute little guy though! What are you doing about the middle of the night wake up calls now? I gave in the past few nights (she had a cold so I felt badly) but I think I created MORE of a monster. Tonight she might just have to cry it out...but I am nervous all over again! Either way - good luck!
~Lynn
Oh Lynn, I am a total sucker. Both my boys have been horrible night sleepers, just like their Daddy. We fought and fought with Isaac's insomnia until he was two, with nothing working, until finally he just decided one day to sleep through the night on his own. And he has not looked back.
Given that experience, and the fact that Isaac's bedroom door is within 4 feet of Jacob's, I am unwilling to let Jacob cry. Our "solution", if you can call it that, is to either let him sleep with me in the big people bed, or to hold him on the couch and watch dumb TV together until he falls back asleep.
His not sleeping is quite painful, but truthfully, I know no other life right now, and I am a big big chicken when it comes to the crying. I am helped in knowing that Isaac's issue resolved itself by his second birthday, so I figure Jacob will be about the same. It sucks now, but I know from experience that won't last forever.
Thanks for your view on it...and I too am a sucker. Jake was also a terrible sleeper - not sleeping through the night until almost 16 mos and then we finally put him in a bed and BOOM. It was like magic. He slept through the entire night and has since! They are both early risers - between 5:30 and 6:30 is a daily occurance - but like you, I don't know anything but that - and they won't do it forever. Soon enough I will be worrying where they are at 6 am - well, hopefully not that extreme but you get the picture.
And Emma decided to sleep until 4:30 so I fed her and she barfed everywhere. Now if she screamed and then barfed, I would have felt guilty all day.
Anyway - thanks again!
And, I laughed soooooo hard when I read your journal about Isaac. I recently wrote a similar entry about Jake at preschool. Too funny!
~Lynn
Ok - can't find your email address but I must have had it at some point to get the password in the first place. Anyway, if you have any interest - email me at jakeemmamomma @ yahoo dot com and I will let you know the link to my site. It's not a blog but I think you may laugh at the similarities we have with the kids!
~Lynn
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