Scarlett Pannebaker

Nine months with Porter-boy. Holy moly, this child is getting more fun by the day.

And time is just zooming past my face with a gust of wind in it's trail...

Nicknames: Porter-P, Portie, Ports, Port-Sport, Porterhouse Steak, Portly Porter, P-man, and Boo Boo. I'll take full credit on the last one.

Special Talents (as seen on video):
-waves 'hi'
-claps
-open mouth kisses
-so ticklish
-shaking head no
-wiggling
-splashing--note that he has graduated from the bumbo in the tub.

Also, OOPS, but I have to show the baby buns again.



No Bumbo!


Frightening!


Loves:
-Porter loves watching TV with his brother


-He loves making his mama smile and is hereby deemed the most handsomest, most beautiful baby boy in all of the land. Those blue eyes, dumbo ears, and new patch of hair? I know I'm biased but, come on:


-Porter loves to sleep. Bedtime is between 7:00-7:30 each night and he sleeps until 7:00-7:30 the next morning. I know, it's freaking phenomenal and I don't take a single second of sleep for granted! Two naps each day, usually around 9:00 for an hour or so, then again around 1:00 for at least two hours. He's still putting himself to sleep after I lay him down awake with his lovey blankets, in a sleep sack, with white noise, and a pitch dark room. Most of the time he snoozes on his tummy but he's all over the crib before he finally settles into his beauty sleep. So glad he has learned that sleep is a glorious, glorious thing.

Perplexed as to why I thought sleep was such a huge deal when he wasn't doing it.


Happy that he is well-rested and so is the rest of the family. Way to go, buddy!


-Porter loves to eat nearly everything in sight. He still chugs his 6oz formula bottles around 7:00, 10:00, 1:00, 4:00 and 7:00 but the big news is that he wants to hold his own bottle most of the time. We had to switch formulas this month because Target's Up&Up blue label (based off Similac Advance) was inexplicably absent from every shelf in Milwaukee for a solid month.  He didn't seem to notice the change to the yellow label (based off Enfamil Premium), which was basically the same ingredients anyway. But this was a surprisingly stressful ordeal for me as we were comparing labels and feeling very trapped, wishing the darn baby would have just nursed longer or that Target didn't fail me! But alas, we found that he is pretty laid back about a change in his formula just as long as we don't mess around and postpone a bottle of his prized drink.



He is also obsessed with pizza, quinoa casserole, enchiladas, snap peas, pretzels, string cheese, bread crusts, bananas, waffles, turkey breast, and blueberries just to name a few. Sometimes he will eat purees but usually he thinks he is way too old for the mushy stuff and wants to feed himself. Therefore, MESSY.




Mmmm, pizza.


Meh, another banana, mom?


Firsts:

-first pink eye, needed antibiotic drops but I'm not entirely sold on the diagnosis in the first place. At least he seems completely better and although CC did get his eye business, the rest of us seem in the clear so far.


-first swings (video included). OMG he loves them so much. I think he will take after his sister here and be fearless on playgrounds.


-first Easter. He was unimpressed with the candy he couldn't eat, the eggs he couldn't dye, and he missed church and the big egg hunt at school. So a lack luster first holiday for our boy, but he still looks cute in bunny ears.


-first time riding like a big kid in a shopping cart. At least I *think* this month brought this milestone, not sure. But he is super proud of himself up there and the triple seater at Target? Game changer. A mammoth, difficult to steer game changer.


-Motor stuff:
This content baby is totally uninterested in getting up on all fours, he doesn't care to scoot anywhere, and he certainly isn't pulling to stand. He'll play on his tummy or happily sit in one place but he's really kind of a lump and less than mobile. He doesn't even barrel roll because once he turns onto his stomach he stays there, not really into being on his back. This really doesn't worry me too much as he kind of reminds me of Truman with his slow-to-move attitude, and I don't think Porter is actually 'delayed' but he's just kind of lazy/content. And since he is our last baby I'm more than happy to keep him stationary for as long as possible!

Introducing him to his brother's train collection. Right now they are mostly just delicious pieces of plastic but maybe we'll have another train guy soon.


Happy to sit and pose for my camera, most of the time. I'll take it while this lasts!


Everything in the mouth. AT ALL TIMES. Also, 'What is that bright orb in the sky, and what is this fresh air business? I like it!'


-Superficial:
We haven't had his nine month appointment yet, but when I took him in a few weeks ago for his eye he weighed 20 lbs 10 oz with clothes on. He's in 12 month clothes and some 12-18s fit, but sometimes I'll still squeeze him into a 9 month outfit so he can show off his belly. Size 4 diapers, size large ears;) He's growing more hair, still has stunning baby blues, and still rocks the two bottom teeth. I swear the four uppers are bugging him and maybe even two more on bottom but who knows.

-Comparing children:

Truman's nine month post--was just starting to sleep through the night, still nursed but wasn't totally obsessed anymore, good eater, thinning out a bit, rolling but not up on all fours or pulling to stand or crawling.

Cecelia's nine month post--worst sleeper by far, great nurser, super mobile compared to her brothers, and thinning out.

All three in overalls. Be still, my heart.

This guy! He is his own person lately and looks less like baby Truman, we think.


He's just perfection and I think my heart could burst multiple times per day.


And speaking of his siblings, they are still nuts over their baby brother. NUTS. Truman regularly tells me he misses Porter when P is at Lori's. Cecelia still considers Porter her own baby doll most days. She built them this 'porch' one morning, then asked me to 'bundle us all up and give Porter his bottle.' I mean...


The three of these kids bring us so much joy and Porter is truly the best book end to our family of five. Another post is in the works regarding my feelings of being done with the baby years, but let it be known that no other baby could possibly compare to Porter's temperament. I'd like five more Porters but I suppose one of him will be enough;)


Because seriously, could we BE any more lucky as parents? These are our children and holy cow, they are awesome (and maddening, but mostly awesome).






Very cool kids.


Back to Porter: at nine months he has definitely entered a supremely FUN stage of babyhood. I can't quite believe he is 75% finished with his first year of life.


He's just the best, guys.


I love you so much, Porter-P. Keep on growing and laughing and know that you are one cherished babe.







Love, mama.

Oh, Truman.

Where do I even begin with this monthly update? So much going on in our lives right now and every single day you change before our very eyes. Back when you were a newborn I wanted to freeze time and never leave the comfort of my itty-bitty bundle of joy, even though you were basically just a little newbie blob oblivious to the world. But they are right when they say things just keep getting better, because I am in love with this stage of your life right now. So. Much. Fun.



You are in awe of the world around you and have made it your life's mission to soak in every single detail to the best of your ability. Did you know that the trees have leaves and they are moving in the wind?! Do you hear that car go by? Woah, the dog is walking around this place and it's absolutely fascinating, apparently. I thought you were 'alert' before this month but boy oh boy, you are totally tuned into every little stimulus that we take for granted as adults. Four month wakeful period, indeed.



You've just recently found your feet and prefer to air out your fat bootie during all diaper changes by lifting those chunky legs up in the air, and grabbing your yummy little toes with your hands. Seriously, it's difficult to get your diaper fastened correctly because you are so obsessed with holding your feet and airing your butt. Can't say that I blame you on that one...who would want to wear a wet diaper full of pee and poo ?

(it's getting harder and harder to take these pictures....so distracted that the seahorse had to come out to play)






This month you acquired your voice, mister man, and boy is it entertaining to hear your famous renditions such as 'The High-Pitched Shriek' and 'Half-way Yodel' and 'Cackling Like a Duck'. I love when you sort of scare yourself by your own voice. Tis my fave.



When you are tired you definitely prefer to be in mommy or daddy's arms instead of someone else's. I mean it's flattering and all but I don't want you to start getting actual separation anxiety or anything. You are such a little social butterfly who smiles at anyone who makes eye contact with you, and allows just about anyone to hold and cuddle you without a whimper, that I don't want you to start getting stranger danger. But then again, when you are tired the whole world crumbles beneath us all until you fall asleep. And boy oh boy that's been a fun one...



You see, back when you were about 2 or 3 months you were really getting the hang of that sleeping thing. You even slept through the night on occasion, or at the very least you would make it from 8:30 until about 3 or 4 in the morning. Well then mommy went back to work, that old hag, and I'm not sure your sleeping habits have ever recovered from that adjustment. You went from making it until 3 am, to 2 am, to 1 am, and then this past month you could only sleep until about midnight. And of course, no matter what time you get up for the first time you will always wake about every 2 hours there after until the day starts.



I tried a few things when I realized that your sleep stretches were getting shorter and shorter. For a few nights you allowed me to come into your room when you started to squawk and just give you the pacifier (your arch enemy during the day!) and turn on your seahorse. You would fall back asleep without nursing or being held for a few more hours and it was fabulous. But then that went out the window. So then I tried to nurse you in the actual nursery, instead of taking you straight to our room for the rest of the night to co-sleep. That went over like a ton of bricks because although you would eat and fall asleep in my arms, your eyes would snap open the minute I moved to lay you back in the crib. Not to mention that mommy gets very little sleep anyway on a work night and so sitting up and remaining awake in a chair while nursing is totally awful for me. I'd still like for you to stay in your crib the whole night without coming to our bed but I'm crossing my fingers that you'll just start sleeping through the night instead of me having to place you back into your crib after a nursing session. What? Stop laughing. It's possible, Truman, I swear!



You had a pretty nasty cold this month and it messed with everyone's sleep more than I care to remember. You are now sleeping on your crib mattress that is propped up with a pillow underneath it. It's pretty hilarious to see you on an incline, snoozing away like it's no big deal.


I hope and pray that you don't get any more colds for a really long time (or ever, that would be fab) because mommy almost went insane from no-sleep and a sick baby. Not cool. And I still say teething is partially to blame even if you don't have red/swollen gums yet. It is just my intuition I guess and I hope you pop a tooth soon so this teething stuff doesn't drag on forever (lost cause, huh?)



Your Grandpa Tony had his last Tuesday and Thursday watching you and I know it just killed him to hand you back to me at the end of your last day together. He was obviously pretty sad about having to go back to work but it really is for the best. Your Grandma Lois has stepped up to watch you for three Tuesdays and so it's daycare on Thursdays and Fridays for awhile. But then daddy gets you for three whole weeks and I know you will just have a blast with him. He loves you so much, Truman. Watching your daddy with you is one of the best gifts a mommy could imagine.



Since you are lucky enough to have not one, not two, but THREE Physical Therapists in your life (mommy, daddy, and grandpa!) we are all over your developmental milestones. Grandpa has you sitting and rolling on an exercise ball almost daily. Daddy digs tummy time and prop sitting. And mommy prefers to help you stand up and bear weight through your legs. Still, you aren't a fan of rolling just yet and are perfectly content to move side to side instead. Fine by me. I'm in no hurry to have a mobile baby just yet.

(his 'side roll' specialty)


But one thing you have totally mastered is reaching for objects and putting them in your mouth. Dude, you own that skill. Sophie gets worked by your chubby hands and gummy jaws often. Your seahorse is often put into a headlock by you and then you promptly try to suck his face off. Not to mention that in the mornings, when you are in bed with us, you will reach over and grab our noses or daddy's chest hair just to give us a little wake up call. I love when you reach up for me while we nurse and I give you my hand so you can hold on for dear life---it's the best. You can grab all sorts of toys and promptly taste them for assessment, but really your hands are your ultimate chew toy. Watching TV with daddy or surfing the net on the computer are both mesmerizing in Truman-land. And when in doubt, we can always take you outside to check out the scenery if we want to calm you down. A ride in the stroller (sometimes without a carseat now!) or the car always spell N-A-P for you and we would be lost without those tools for parenting.



The biggest thing in your little world is that we decided to try rice cereal with you, right on your five month birthday. I've noticed that you started to grab for our food and you can't take your eyes off anything that mommy and daddy eat, so combine that with your worsening sleep habits and I figure it's worth a shot, right? Well, the first time was pretty funny and a complete mess. I think you got about four bites down your throat and the rest down your bib. The faces you made when you got to taste something other than just breast milk were classic. Each night since then we've tried feeding you some more while you sit up like a big boy at the dinner table. And each night you get a little better, opening your mouth as the spoon comes your way and even getting in actual swallows, too. We won't push it on you and if you aren't ready, we'll just try again in a few more weeks. But I have to admit that for all of the resistance I gave about rice cereal, it's really fun to watch your eyes take in this new experience.

(note how he likes to hold mommy's hand in these:) )








So at five months you are still the happiest little bugger around and you are smiling more often than not these days. Still giggling and looking and soaking up the world, while reaching and holding and gnawing on anything you can find. You'll sit up for a few seconds before toppling over, can stand with help, but you don't like to roll over much just yet. And Truman, you still have our hearts wrapped around your little fingers in case you didn't notice. Daddy and I just love to watch you sleep and there's been more than one time when your dad comes out of your room at night and just says, 'He's so freaking cute. I could just watch him sleep all night long.' Melt my heart right now.



I've had a few of those special moments recently, just like when I had them on maternity leave, when the whole world fades away around us and I am intensely aware that these are the days I will miss as I age. One night after we put you down and then you woke right back up I was pretty tired and cranky and your dad said he'd go soothe you back to sleep. A little bit later I walked in your nursery to find your dad rocking you in the chair, listening to 'Gotta Have You' by The Weepies, and singing the words to his son. You were just staring up at your dad in awe and you looked so happy, so content with life, and your daddy looked like the most caring husband I could have ever been so blessed to find. We had a little moment together as family while he rocked you there, and even brother Henry came in and sat at our feet while we enjoyed that special moment in time. Sheer happiness and contentment washes over me regularly but in that very second of my life, I realized that all is right with the world and we have been incredibly blessed to have you as our baby. Thank you, Truman, for opening our eyes to the special moments in life.



We love you, buddy. Keep on being your awesome little self and we'll do our best to meet your needs along the way.