From Bam-Bam to Brainiac

Ok so he’s only 2 1/2 years old, so brainiac may be a stretch, but these past few months have been really cool to see Logan develop. If you know Logey you know he’s a boy of few words. But I think he’s a big Teddy Roosevelt fan, because when he does speak he means it and he’s not giving up easily. We thought Hannah is stubborn, she’s not even close to this boy.

Let me back up a bit. I dubbed Logan “Bam-Bam” months ago, because while his little neighbor buddy, Mason, was talking and pointing out colors etc. we look over and Logan is whacking a rock with a bat. He was only saying a handful of words at that time and just didn’t seem interested in learning many more.

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Of course, that’s not fair to our lovable little guy, obviously kids develop at different ages. And, while talking has been a struggle, he shows signs of really interesting intelligence. He counts to 30 and he recognizes double-digit numbers on a page or on TV; plus, he knows the alphabet by memory, knows his colors, he can point letters out randomly and he finishes sentences in his favorite books. I only list these things because Hannah didn’t do them until she was older than he is, so he’s doing well in a lot of ways.

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There’s no doubt his frustration and temper come from not being able to verbally express what he’s thinking, what he knows and what he feels. When we started getting some help and he started going to preschool regularly with a larger group of kids his age, it was like something clicked and all the sudden he was retaining and repeating things in a much faster pace, as well as starting to express himself clearer. He often says “I don’t like that” and is doing less grunting and pointing and more asking.

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Logan switched from a crib to a bed this summer. It started out fabulously, he went right to sleep and didn’t yet recognize his freedom. Then it kicked in. He decided getting out of bed after we left the room was a fun little game. Let’s just say there were some very frustrating nights, though looking back, I know we need to enjoy all these moments, because they’re going by fast.

I was able to introduce Logan to one of my favorite things in the world this summer – baseball. I decided he didn’t need to be watching My Little Pony with Hannah, so every night before bed we sit on the couch in the “new room” and watch baseball while he drinks his milk and relaxes. Inevitably, 15 minutes later he’s asking me to chase him (“mo tickles”) or he’s bouncing off the wall (literally). After that it’s several books and he’s off to sleep.

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We have our hands full with this guy, no doubt, but kids are worth every minute of the heartburn. Nothing beats his smile and endearing personality. I’m excited to see what he really gets into. There’s no doubt sports are his blood. But I have a feeling music and other things will be a big part of his life as well. Something that just really stands out with Logan is the way he focuses on and obsesses with specific songs, books, etc. Hannah also had her favorite things that she wanted to do over and over, that’s pretty usual for that age, but Logan takes it to another level.

Having a second kid is such an adventure. You think you know some stuff after the first one. Sure, you’re clueless, you are learning as you go, and you don’t know what you don’t know, but at least you know you don’t know anything. So the second one comes along and you think you have a clue and can anticipate stuff, “We’ve been through this before,” you think, but then the second one does the opposite of what the first one did at that age. And that happens over and over. You finally realize that you once again know nothing and then a light bulb, no, an alarm, goes off in your head and realty sets in – shit just got real. We’re responsible for two little humans and they’re nothing alike, but little combinations of our best and worst traits. Hopefully more of the best!

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Still up to no good

It’s taken less than two years for us to realize we are serious trouble with this little guy. I say that in jest, but we may not always be laughing. With Hannah we’ve noticed that she’s a rule follower almost to a T. Whenever she does something she knows is wrong, or is even borderline, she does it meekly. When she says something she knoimg_5114ws is wrong or just might be something she shouldn’t say, she whispers it. She gets hysterical and loses her mind when she’s in timeout because she (a) hates isolation, but (b) hates even more than we might be mad at her. And she’s literally never not had a “green” day at her daycare/preschool. I’m not bragging, I’m fairly certain that’s not my doing – her mom was and is a pretty strict rule follower herself.

Me? I often treat rules, instructions, directions, etc. as suggestions, another person’s opinion, really. Not always, of course, and definitely not maliciously. While I typically can’t stand arrogance in others, I’m self-aware enough to know that I can sometimes walk the thin line between rebelliousness and arrogance myself, and hopefully the humility instilled in me by my parents and other mentors kicks in most of the time and I check myself. Not always, though, I’m sure. Which leads me to young Logan.

img_5008-1Logey will be 2 in March. And it’s easy to see he’s going to be a limit-pusher. When Hannah was upright and mobile we baby-proofed. Safety-locked cabinets, removed wobbly decorations, child-proofed door handles/knobs, etc. But for the most part, she rarely disturbed anything she wasn’t supposed to, and true to her revealing nature, most of the time she listened when we told her no. Not Logan.

Anyone with a second child can probably admit it’s easy to get lackadaisical. The initial nervousness  of trying to bubble wrap your kid is gone. Of course we’re still pretty protective and responsible, I like to think, but we didn’t go to the extremes that we did with Hannah. Why would we? Most of what we did ended up being unnecessary. Well…it’s all now necessary.

I mentioned in my last post that no elevated object is safe. No cabinet or door is ignored. He still spent the majority the past few months opening and slamming every door he could – whether it was a kitchen cupboard or a bedroom or closet or front or back or bathroom door. Constantly. Not just at our house, at others, too. And anytime he finds something somewhat interesting or new inside a cabinet he’s getting it out. img_4994

I think the obsession with doors/cabinets has slowed down, but what’s picked up is his temper. Especially when you tell him no (he just keeps doing it), then physically prevent him from doing what he wants to do. Whether that’s stopping him from climbing, pulling things off the shelves or out of drawers, confiscating a phone or remote, changing his diaper when he doesn’t want you to, or not reading a book or singing a song “correctly” – if it’s not going his way he throws a nice little shit-fit. It can be entertaining and we have some good stories to tell when he gets older, but it certainly causes some frustrations.

Logan has been a little slower to talk than his big sis was. We’re told that’s pretty normal and we’re I’m not too concerned. He has a couple dozen words down by now I think, and he loves making animal noises (his elephant imitation is cutest thing in the history of almost 2 year olds, I swear). But his jibberish vocabulary is quite extensive, and has been for awhile. He likes pointing things out and having you name them, but he’s not big on naming them himself. He does like imitating noises and faces, which can be pretty funny. And his smile and laugh are pretty damn infectious. I said this with Hannah and I’ll say it again, not too many things in the world make me happier than the laughter of my children and wife.

Which leads me to a funny observation Sam made tonight. We watched like 10 minutes of a Full House rerun and it was pretty funny. It was an episode where Uncles Joey and Jessie were telling stories about how they learned how to help take care of baby Michelle. I can’t remember who all was in the scene, but she said “they” (I believe she meant Danny/Jesse/Joey) reminded her of me.

And the more I watched the more I made the connection that I’m a combination of the three of them – corny like Joey, slightly rebellious like Jesse, and deeply loving like Danny. Go watch some episodes if I’ve lost you. It kind of makes sense, because I remember watching a lot of Full House as a youngster and while I was and still am super cimg_4590-1lose to my dad, who is an incredibly loving and smart man, we didn’t live with him, so I probably was pretty impressionable when it came to father-figures on TV and in movies. I say that not to get too deep into my family dynamic, but just because it’s kind of funny to think about and I recognized immediately what Sam observed. I also watched a lot of Who’s the Boss, Growing Pains, and Family Matters (TGIF!) growing up, so that could also explain my (often unrealistic, occasionally just absurd) optimistic outlook.

Sorry, back to Logan, it’s his blog right!

Here’s something awesome. He’s never really paid much attention to the TV unless there’s lively music (we have Pandora or Music Choice on the TV often) or, more recently, sports. Especially basketball and football, and hopefully baseball this spring. This is fantastic. Hannah has never really been too into watching sports, she’d rather watch movies or shows or draw or color or read or just play. But Logan, while he does enjoy playing with his toys or just getting into stuff he shouldn’t, and really loves books, will stop in his tracks and completely focus in on a game on the TV. Which, again I say, is awesome – if you know my brother, dad, and me then you know we’re sports nuts and love going to games together.img_4715

Needless to say, if he does develop an interest in sports I’m beyond excited to go to games with this little guy, coach his teams, watch him play, and practice in the backyard. Same goes with Hannah, of course. This parenting thing is quite a ride, I just have to remind myself occasionally to put down my phone, let Jesus take the wheel, and enjoy it in real-time!

 

The happy, hungry hellian

I don’t care what your stance is on gender roles, who should use what restroom, doing your business sitting vs. standing, etc. – that’s all for people who have a lot more time on their hands and fancy degrees. I can just tell you this confidentlyIMG_2966, and this isn’t earth-shattering by any means, but boys and girls are so innately different it’s amazing. You hear other people talk about it – baby girl is sensitive and nurturing, baby boy is a pin ball with hands. But until you have one of each it’s tough to see how real that is.

Logan is “all boy” as they say. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to cuddle and hug and be loved on. He does, and it’s pretty dang sweet. But from the time he started getting mobile he’s discovered crashing, crushing, breaking, flinging, throwing, and the aforementioned chomping. I don’t mean just when he throws tantrums. It’s really non-stop, flat-out curiosity and love of cause and effect. Hannah enjoyed the game of “I drop it and you pick it up” as much as the next baby/toddler. But Logan takes it to another level.

When Hannah was on her way we started the whole baby-proofing thing – moved stuff out of reach of a little bitty person, locked the cabinets, put gates up, the whole deal. And for the most part it was necessary, but we let some stuff stay put that we figured she wouldn’t mess with. Like a potted plant on a not-so-stable stand, for instance. I warned Sam it wasn’t wise to have it out, but we kept it in place, and Hannah never messed with it.

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Logan is just starting to love to horseplay, too. He’s super-ticklish and loves physical contact, so the best is when I come in the door after work and he comes at me in a full baby sprint, squeal-laughing, and crashes into me. If I don’t drop my stuff fast enough to pick him up or roll around with him he gets pissed. Which is just as cute actually.

We know he loves his momma like a baby boy should, she’s the best IMG_3038at soothing him with a song and some swaying, but he seems to be a daddy’s boy right now. There’s something about my left arm that he’s like a bird in a nest when I hold him. And his little left hand always wraps around my left thumb whenever I’m holding him, it reminds me of how Hannah can always find the tag on her blanket and ducky to pinch and rub with her finger and thumb, even when she’s dead asleep.

Just like with Hannah, who has been so amazing to watch become a beautiful, spirited, active, dramatic, princess “threenager” – I look so forward to seeing what kind of little human Logan turns out to be. Hopefully he finds a way to channel his destructiveness into hitting a ball!

 

Careful, he’s a biter

Never thought I’d have to warn people about that when referring to one of my children, but the little guy has chompers and he knows how to use them. Well, at least on people. Don’t let that big ol’ grin fool you, the kid is already ornery. You’d think he’d also want to use them on puffs, chIMG_2208 (1)eerios, smashed up fruit, etc., but nope, not really, just on people and the occasional random object. And it hurts, let me tell you.

Logan aka Logi, aka Yogi (which Sam hates and I love) actually popped a couple of teeth through around 4 months, which I mentioned in my last post, and that seemed really early. And we had no idea he was cutting them because he’s so laid back. One day I had my hand near his face and was paying attention to something else when he grabbed my hand and put it in his mouth. I didn’t realize it until he chomped down and I let out a yelp…what the?!?! Pulled down his lower lip and yep, there’s a tooth poking through. He just smile
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I’ve been slacking, so an amazing amount of changes have taken place over the past few months. What hasn’t changed is he’s still super-smiley, giggly, and mild-mannered. He’s starting to fight going to bed or down for a nap more, and doesn’t always want to fall asleep on mom or dad, which is fine when he’s willing to go sleep on his own in his crib. However, some nights he’d rather just explore the living room, attempt to scale stairs, or play with Hannah’s toys until 9 or 10 o’clock.IMG_2291

Between November-December he went from rolling around to army crawling to his current status of full-blown crawling and pulling himself up on pretty much everything. If you help him he can walk like a champ and he gets excited to do so, but as soon as you let go he’ll take a step, do a little bunny hop, and come crashing down. He’s going to be walking in no time.

The boy definitely knows how to butter up his daddy. Often when he sees me and is being held by someone else he’ll practically leap out of their arms lunging toward me and will throw a little fit if I don’t take him. And not too many things make me smile bigger than when he greets me with a DaDa and a big smile, which he started doing recently. And he definitely knows when the camera is on him – no need to request he say “cheese.”

Logan just enjoyed his first Christmas, and by “enjoyed” I think he got a kick out of all the new peopIMG_2278le, getting held a ton, and the crazy schedule. But now that we’re into the new year I think he’s relieved things to be back to normal. He received a ton of awesome gifts, which we’re extremely thankful for, but as with most babies, he was more into crinkling and/or eating wrapping paper or climbing on the boxes than he was playing with new toys.

With all his teeth (he has 4 up top and 4 on bottom) he’s capable of eating mushy semi-solid foods, but for awhile wanted nothing to do with them. Just gagged and spit them out. However, the past couple of weeks he’s started to figure out what those sharp things in his mouth are really for. I keep telling Sam he’ll figure it out or he can just live on milkshakes and smoothies, which isn’t so bad really. I think that’s pretty normal on the West Coast isn’t it? I don’t know, maybe we should just make the foodIMG_2248 look like a random object or human body part (that’s creepy) – he has no problem taking bites of those things!

Logan’s favorite things in this world right now are his momma, his daddy, his sister, bathtime, his taggy blanket, smiling, stairs, my phone, the various TV remotes, Hannah’s Elsa doll, and his bottle. Quite possibly in that order.

In all he’s an absolute blessing and treasure. He couldn’t possibly be more loved and I can’t imagine life without him, his sister, or his mom.

Here’s to an awesome 2016 everyone!

 

 

 

2nd Time’s a Charmer

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Make fun of me all you want, but back when MTV played music videos I used to love the Paula Abdul video “Opposites Attract.” If you’re over the age of 30 then odds are you did too. If you think about it, that video was tailor-made for 8-12 year old boys. A super-cool dancing/rapping/singing cartoon cat and a hot pop star in her prime? Well played Virgin Records, well played. What does that have to do with Logan Jacob? Well, nothing really. I just happened to think of that video when I came up with the theme of this post, which is how opposite Logan is from Hannah.

They actually look a lot alike. Here they are both a few months old.

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But that’s pretty much where the similarities stop. I know we’re very early in his life and things could change at any point, so don’t think I take this for granted whatsoever, but so far this little boy, compared to Hannah, is so easy-going and happy-go-lucky, it’s amazing. Sure, he has his moments where he’s fussy, once or twice a day probably, but it’s usually because he’s either tired, hungry, or needs to poop. Or he’s just not getting enough attention. But rarely does that turn into tears.

Hannah on the other hand, and bless her sensitive heart, from day one would cry and cry for a couple minutes to half an hour or more, and no matter what we tried, she was inconsolable. We were really lucky with her, though, because she never had colic or anything, but there were still times when there was just nothing we could do – hold her, sway, sing, bounce, rock, hum, walk, drive, and/or just lay her down in a bed or swing – nothing would work. So far, with Logan, we can count how many times we’ve had that issue on one hand.

We’re so extremely blessed, I don’t say this to brag or act like we’re doing something right, it’s just fascinating to me how different they are – and when I talk to others about it I’d say 75% of people say the same thing. Sometimes it’s their first-born that’s the easy one, sometimes it’s the second or third, but I know we’re not alone or unique.

Logan is 4 months this week and he’s cut a couple of bottom teeth already. Even that didn’t really cause many tears. He just chews on his hands and drools like crazy, grunts, groans, and whimpers a little. You can tell he’s uncomfortable, but he just deals with it. Tough kid. He’s a chunky boy, in a high percentile for his weight and length, is ticklish in his ribs/armpits, and smiles more than any baby I’ve ever met. He’s quick to greet anyone – men, women, kids – with a big smile, before he sheepishly turns his face and it in whomever is holding him. It’s pretty dang cute.

The boy is a night owl like his daddy, though, so Sam and I are both still sleep deprived. Much of that is due to the fact that we’re both working full time and my hours are longer than they used to be, plus Sam is a trooper, selflessly pumping every few hours so Logan can still get some of momma’s milk with each bottle, all the extra bottles and accessories, etc. etc. When he does go down by 9 or 10 he’s down for the count, usually sleeping uninterrupted until 6-6:30am. We’re really pretty lucky…but like we learned with Hannah, that could change anytime.

Hannah is adjusting really well. She has her moments, but she’d have them whethIMG_0882er she had a little brother or not. You can tell she really loves him and I think she’s going to be an awesome big sister. I’m really proud of her, she’s a beautiful little girl inside and out, and I am going to love watching her and her brother continue to grow.

I think one of the biggest challenges we’ve discovered now that we have two little ones is feeling like you’re giving them both the amount of love they deserve. The only way we know to do that that is to just shower them with hugs, kisses, and “I love you”‘s – which is exactly what Sam and I try to do every single day.IMG_0507

Double the trouble

We’re off to a slow start. Logan is almost 6 weeks old and this is the first post. My first post about Hannah went up when she was 2 weeks old. To be fair to myself, I did write a post already for this blog, but for some reason it didn’t save. I don’t know how long it was or how far I got, probably because I was writing it in the middle of the night, sleep deprived, but determined.IMG_3579 This may be a foolish endeavor, starting a second blog just for Logan, but dammit younger siblings get the shaft when it comes to recording memories and I’m not going to do that to the boy. They say you take less photos of the second one and you don’t save as many mementos; hell we didn’t even have a shower for this one so all the cute decorations that Sam saved for Hannah – none of that crap for Logan. I am a younger brother, and while I don’t remember not getting my picture taken as much or whether my macaroni necklaces meant as much to Mom as Josh’s (I’m sure they did), I still think it’s worth the effort to have something like this for Logan to call his own. So we have a second kid now. The title of this post is deceiving. Saying it’s “double” the work because we have double the kids is misleading – it feels like 10 times more effort, but with 10 times less stress. What I mean is, not only do we have a baby that needs constant attention, we have a toddler that also needs quite a bit of attention competing with the baby. It used to be if Hannah woke up in the middle of the night one of us could go sit or lie with her and it would be fine. Now we have to be strategic. I have to hear her before she makes it to the bedroom or she’ll wake up Logan and Sam, and since Sam is up every 2-3 hours feeding Logan, her getting actual unbroken sleep is essential. Luckily, if our door is open I can hear the creak of Hannah’s door before she gets too far out of her room and I can cut her off at the pass. Well, except for this one time. Funny story: It was a rare moment, about 3 weeks into Logan’s life, when everyone in the house was sound asleep at the same time. And I mean we were out. But my dumb ass left the garage door open. A thoughtful FWPD officer happened to drive by and notice, so he stopped to let us know to close the door. Only none of us heard the doorbell, or him knocking on all the doors, or our phones ringing. Finally, I woke up to my phone (happened to be on vibrate), saw some missed calls and voicemails, and realized what was going on. I went downstairs and opened the door to the garage to shut the garage door and I hear “WHAT’S YOUR NAME!?!?” from a commanding voice. It was the cop, he was in the garage at that point, I assume to close the door himself. After I identified myself and he lectured me on leaving my door open and unlocked at night, he left and I went inside and cleaned up the pee running down my leg. This is going to be quite an adventure. We’re beyond thrilled to have a baby boy, but nothing prepares you for having a second rugrat in the house. I’ll never understand what my brother and Jill went thr2CD0C612-8711-432E-A77D-B66CC64A412D_zpsodt9rs2iough having two at once, that had to be just craziness, but this is challenging and exhausting as well. Hannah has come a long way since the first couple of weeks when she couldn’t stand the idea of sharing the spotlight and attention. She still acts out a bit and is as dramatic as ever, but she’s not using Logan as a step-stool or trying to tear him out of our arms anymore, so that’s a win! Logan was born on March 6, 2015 at 7 lbs 14 oz. This birth was waaay different than Hannah’s. I think a lot of that had to do with our actual doctor was there this time, and he’s a pro’s pro. Plus, Sam had been through it once and she’s a pro, too. Both of them did amazing. I watched much more of the actual birth this time, which is pretty much tug-o-war between the doctor and Sam’s nether-regions. I won’t get too graphic, but let’s just say there are images you cannot erase from your memory. And I wouldn’t want to, it’s an amazing thing, birth, but wow. Just wow. Logan is already up to 10+ lbs – he has a great appetite, wanting to eat constantly, so he’s growing fast. One frustrating thing is he doesn’t care for a pacifier, so he’s a little more difficult to comfort than Hannah was. However, I remember her crying for long stretches at a time for no reason, and he doesn’t seem to do that as much as he grunts, whimpers, hurumphs, and screeches – and we can pretty much tell if it’s because he’s tired, hungry, needs a new diaper, or is gassy. That’s probably because we have some expe0D131221-7DD0-4184-83EE-9C82450BAD13_zpsorcrtowurience – everything with Hannah was so brand new and confusing and we probably over-analyzed everything. With Logan I think we just have a lot more confidence knowing what he needs (or so we think). So here we are. Almost 6 weeks in. It’s going to be quite a ride, but it will be well worth it. I’m so proud of my family, I couldn’t be more loved and it’s an amazing feeling. But damn am I tired.