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Samuel’s 10 month baby photo shoot wardrobe provided by Aunt Jo!


I didn’t realize how much Samuel had changed in the past month until I looked back at his 9 month update.


On January 8th, he finally pushed himself into a seated position from his knees! Once he made this leap he did a lot less screaming when he found himself on his tummy or hands and knees.


Apparently, finding he could free himself from the tyranny of facing down was quite the discovery. Within a few days he was doing his version of crawling all over the place. He doesn’t crawl on all fours. He gets up on one knee and propels himself forward with the other foot.


And he moves FAST. It made the photo shoot a little more difficult this month.


He’s also doing a lot of cruising around the couch, coffee table and all his big toys.

IMG_8428Lastly, take a good look at this sweet face. Next month I’m pretty sure there will be a little tooth in that grin! I don’t know if my heart can stand it.


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Influenster sent over a Braun forehead thermometer for us to try out and review, and we love it!

Forehead Thermometer Review


We already have a forehead thermometer that was a gift from a friend when Samuel was born and it works ok, but the Braun forehead thermometer works even better. It’s super easy to use and seems to get a more accurate/consistent reading. With the other one, it seemed like I could take a temp three times in a row and get three different readings.

The very best part about the Braun forehead thermometer was Samuel’s reaction to it. He thinks it’s hilarious to get his temperature taken! It’s pretty much the cutest thing on the planet.

You can purchase a Braun forehead thermometer of your very own for about $60 at Walmart or Toys R Us (Babies R Us). Depending on how squirmy your kid is, how often people get sick in your house, or how much you hate taking a temp the old fashioned way, I would say it’s generally a worthwhile investment. This is definitely the kind of thing MY cheap self would have on a baby registry or use gift cards from a shower to buy one.





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What an exciting month this has been!

9 Month Photo Collage

Our big boy has continued to prefer scooting on his bottom as his preferred method of travel. Of course, above all else, he prefers to scream until I move him where he wants to go. He did start getting on his hands and knees once in a while but definitely makes sure to let me know that he does not like that one little bit.

Standing Baby

He’s been pulling up with Mama and Daddy’s help for a while, but Samuel started pulling up all by himself onto his toys this month!

Samuel 9 Months 6

He’s gotten very vocal and sings “Bah Bah BAH!” to his musical toys. He also says Mama and Dada lots more often and clearly now.

Samuel 9 Month 3

He gives open-mouth kisses to Mama now, which is disgusting and adorable.

Samuel 9 Month 4

He is still a terrible sleeper and napper but we are (and by “we are” I mean I AM) getting much more sleep since we decided to co-sleep most of the time.

Samuel 9 Month 2

He is also being very ticklish and laughing like crazy.

Samuel 9 Month 1

He has tried several new foods. Even carrots diced really small! His Granny and Aunt Jo introduced him to puffs New Year’s Day and he’s hooked. It’s amazing to me to watch him try to pick them up to eat and think how eating can double as building fine motor skills. Every single thing he does all day long teaches him something about the world. I wish we could keep that wonder in mind as we grow up.

I simply can’t believe he will be a year old in 3 short months!

Baby Photo-shoot 3-6-9

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Last night we enjoyed Christmas Eve service at Vintage Fellowship as a family. This Advent season we have been simply telling the story of birth of Jesus. We’ve also been sharing our own Christmas stories. Some have been funny, some have brought me to tears. I had the opportunity to share one of my own stories last night.


When I was very small the rule for Christmas morning was that my brother my sister and I were allowed to get out of bed at 6am and open our stockings. We were not allowed to wake our parents until 6:30. I guess that extra half hour of sleep was more valuable to them than watching us ransack our stockings. As we got older and Christmas morning began to lose a bit of its luster, my mom started looking for ideas to keep up the magic.  Before the days of Pinterest, she relied on stories from other moms and probably some magazine articles to guide her on her journey. One year she mentioned that she had read that some families made the excitement last by letting everyone open a single present every hour.

That idea was quickly vetoed.

What happened when it was your turn to open up your yearly pack of new underwear while your big sister got to play with her new Diskman for an hour? Have an underwear fashion show? I think not. Determined to do SOMETHING to keep her remaining two children living at home safely pinned under her iron thumb of wonder and magic, she decided that we would hold off on opening anything until after we had eaten a huge hearty breakfast she would cook Christmas morning.

No stockings.

No candycanes.

Nothing until she saw a table full of happy plates, emptied of bacon, eggs and biscuits and gravy. Then, her beautiful Rockwellian family would retire around the Christmas tree to enjoy the rest of Christmas morning after a proper level of built up anticipation. One thing she did not count on. Me. Her youngest little angel. It seemed I did not NEED the extra encouragement to be excited for Christmas morning. I was dying to dive into the pile of glittering paper and bows. She disregarded my pleas to at least open stockings. She brushed off my claims of not feeling well enough to eat breakfast.

The anticipation was too much for me.

My nervous system couldn’t handle the strain.

And I barfed.


The next year we began a family tradition that has survived for over 20 years. We woke up and, to keep my mind occupied, I made cinnamon rolls. From a can. 14 minutes of bake time being about the maximum amount of cooking time my nerves could handle. Cinnamon rolls, followed by stockings and then presents around the tree. This year, I got ambitious and made cinnamon rolls from scratch. They were delicious and I didn’t even throw up.

Merry Christmas!