It happened just like that. (Picture me snapping my fingers.)

On Friday night, as Nora was engaging in her new bedtime exercise of playing in her crib, she tossed her pacifier overboard, onto the floor. And Michael and I made the sudden decision NOT TO GO GET IT.
Well, let me back up a little bit. It wasn’t THAT sudden. In fact, at Nora’s doctor’s appointment in June, we briefly discussed getting rid of the binky. Upon asking her about it, our pediatrician warned us that if we didn’t make the move now, we would have to be OK with potentially having the binky in our lives until Nora is 2-3 years old. She explained that around 10-12 months of age, children develop attachment to objects, and that attachment can be difficult to break. While our pedi actually thinks that attachment objects are GOOD things, she said it was up to us whether we wanted to encourage Nora to form an attachment to a binky, or a blanket, a stuffed animal, etc.
Now, I want to take a minute here to say that I in no way judge parents who use pacifiers past the age of 1 year. This is one of those things that I think is totally dependent on the type of baby you have. But Michael and I discussed long ago that, if we could avoid it, we really didn’t want Nora to be dependent on a pacifier once she was walking and talking. Hence our discussion with the doctor.
We kept putting it off, though. After Nora’s well-baby visit, we told ourselves, “We’ll let her have it through our trip to Mexico. After that, we’ll get rid of it.” And our Mexico trip came and went. We were back home, and still using that binky.
Nora was one of those newborns that just HAD to suck for comfort. Due to some mixed signals I was receiving from nurses and the lactation consultants at the hospital, I gave her one when she was less than 24 hours old, but took it away again when I was scared into believing it would make her have a difficult time breastfeeding. As a result, I spent our first two nights at home with my arm hanging over the side of our bed, with one of my fingers in Nora’s mouth so we could actually get some sleep. NOT comfortable, by the way.
When we went in for Nora’s first pediatrician’s appointment two days later, I mentioned this, and because it appeared we had officially worked out any nursing issues, she gave me the green light to give her a pacifier. THANK GOODNESS. And in those early days, I think we used it quite a bit. It was a lifesaver. We have tons of pictures of teeny, newborn Nora with a binky.
As she grew older, though, we came to limit the use of the binky to naps and bedtime, and sometimes rides in the car. We would occasionally cave and give it to her during an especially fussy period, but luckily for us, those are few and far between for Nora.
But I’ll tell you: This kid seemed really dependent on it for sleep. And I was giving the pacifier credit for keeping her happy/quiet in the mornings, too. Nora is usually content to hang out in her crib until we’re ready to go get her (within reason, of course–we don’t make her lie in there for hours!).
We were scared to give it up.
So when Nora tossed it over the side of the crib on Friday night, it was just one of those “a-ha” moments–and after a little “should we stay or should we go” debate, Michael and I both shrugged our shoulders and said, “Let’s see if she can fall asleep without it.” I guess you can say that in that moment, we decided to rip off the Band-Aid.
Sure enough, after a while longer of playing and babbling in the crib, Nora passed out. And we didn’t hear much from her throughout the night, either. Saturday morning was a different story. We woke up at 6:15 to Nora crying. Very unusual way for us to wake up in our household, and about an hour earlier than normal, too. I will confess that in a moment of weakness, I went into her nursery and gave her the pacifier to try to get an extra 20-30 minutes of sleep.
The thing was–it didn’t work. We got up bright and early and vowed to be stronger about getting that pacifier out of our lives. We were all over the place on Saturday–at friends’ houses, at parties, in the car for long drives. We had the binky with us, but we did not give it to Nora–not once. Saturday night, she seemed to have a harder time going to sleep without it, which was sad, but we stuck it out and Sunday night was a breeze.
Now I am proud to say that it is Monday night, Nora’s sleeping again, and she has not had a binky in her mouth since that early morning moment of weakness on Saturday. To step the celebration up a notch, I’m happy to report that Nora woke up fussing very briefly early Sunday morning, then put herself back to sleep and slept in! Slept in so late, in fact, that Michael and I actually got up before she did. And this morning? Totally normal Monday morning.
There’s no turning back now. The binky is gone.
And I’ll admit that there is a big part of me that is sad about it. To me, the pacifier was one of the tell-tale signs that she is still a baby. Watching her suckle it while she was sleeping. Seeing that smile behind the binky when we’d go in to get her up from a nap. Watching her pick it up and turn it into her own mouth, like an expert.
Knowing that it’s gone for good makes my heart hurt a little.
 

I recognize that this sounds weird. You’re just going to have to trust me on this one.

My cousin started making this baked potato pizza for family gatherings a few years back–now, pretty much every time we have a potluck-style party, she brings it, because everyone always gobbles it up.

A pre-made pizza crust, topped with homemade creamy mashed potatoes, cheddar cheese, bacon pieces and green onions? Yes, please.

When we were having a potluck lunch at work, I perused a ton of recipes before I finally decided to go with something tried and true–even though *I* had never made it myself! A quick text to my cousin for help on the amount of potatoes, and it was a done deal.

This is as easy to make as the mashed potatoes, because once they’re done, this comes together really quickly. I bought a pre-made crust from the pizza department at our grocery store. If you don’t have something similar, you could use a Boboli or the like. Or, if you don’t mind a little extra work, you can use any pizza dough–store-bought or homemade. Just make sure to pre-bake the crust for a bit before putting on the toppings!

Although many of my coworkers were all, “Whaaat?” when I told them what this was, the finished product won them over. It’ll win you over, too.

Baked Potato Pizza
(Source: Unknown. Shared by my cousin, Lindsay!)

Ingredients:
– Pre-made pizza crust, or your favorite dough, pre-baked (16″ is a good size)
– 4-5 russet potatoes
– milk, butter, salt, pepper, garlic, sour cream, etc. (for mashed potatoes)
– 8 oz. shredded cheddar cheese
– 5 strips bacon (I use turkey bacon)
– sliced green onions, for topping

Directions:
1. Peel potatoes and cut into similar-sized cubes. Place into a pot, then fill pot with water until potatoes are submerged (water line should be about 1″ above the potatoes). Heat over medium-high heat until potatoes are fork tender, about 15-20 minutes.

2. While potatoes are cooking, make the bacon according to package instructions (microwave or frying pan). Set aside to cool.

3. Drain potatoes. Mash with a potato masher or electric mixer. Add milk, butter, salt pepper, garlic, sour cream, etc. to taste. (Just make your favorite mashed potatoes!)

4. Spread mashed potatoes evenly over crust. Top with shredded cheddar cheese. Crumble bacon and spread it over the pizza. Top with sliced green onions.

5. Bake according to the directions for your pizza crust.

6. Cut into party squares and enjoy!

 

Nora is developing and hitting milestones faster than I can keep up with.

Last week, she learned how to go from a lying down to a sitting up position. Last night, she pulled up to stand in her crib.

Of course, these sitting up from lying down and pulling up to stand milestones have something in common–they both take place in the crib. In other words, instead of sleeping, Nora is spending her time in her crib practicing her new skills.

Every night this week, when I’ve put her in her crib for bed, she’s sat right up and played. After a 10-15 minute chunk of time, I’ll usually go in there to do a “sleep reminder” and lay her back down, telling her “It’s time for night-night” and I’ll walk right back out.

Rinse, lather, repeat. For one to two hours. Then she finally passes out.

Last night, she only figured out how to stand up that one time. Tonight? Well, let’s just say it’s a good thing we dropped her crib mattress down a notch before she went to bed, because Miss Nora was having a ball standing up in there. A couple of times, she cried because once she was up, she wasn’t quite sure how to get back down.

I know this nighttime routine is probably a phase, but maybe it’s not. Maybe this is how toddlers “ready” themselves for sleep in their cribs. But how are we supposed to handle? Are we doing the right thing by going in there and doing the “sleep reminders”?

If she is playing in there for one to two hours, does that mean she suddenly doesn’t need as much sleep anymore, and we should be putting her to bed later? Or is she just too distracted to sleep now that she is so excited about her new talent?

If it is a phase, how long can we expect this to last before the novelty wears off?

I have to say–right now, we think peeking in and seeing her standing up is the cutest.thing.ever. Especially because she’s always so smiley and so stinkin’ proud of herself. We just want to make sure she continues to get the sleep she needs, and that we don’t create any bad habits.

 

Dear Nora,

You may not be walking yet, but you are sure looking more and more like a toddler these days. I watch you play on the floor, or as you stretch out across my lap to nurse, and I find myself wondering when you got this big. We go through photos of you from just three months ago and we can’t believe how different you look. Going through photos from six, seven, eight months ago? Those moments with you seem like years ago now.

You’ve hit a lot of developmental milestones this month. Let’s start with the most recent—your first word. In your nine-month letter, I described how you had started to babble. Ba-ba-ba and Da-da-da have been everyday sounds around here. You “sing” the vowel sounds, too. I love driving down the street only to hear your little sing-songy voice going, “Aaaahhh! Da-daaaah!” in the back seat.

But a couple of weeks back, we started to hear another sound: Teh-ta. Teh-ta, over and over again. From the beginning, we thought it sounded distinctly like “Tessa,” and we started to notice that you were almost ALWAYS looking at Tessa when you said it. We suspected that you might actually be connecting the word “Teh-ta” with Tessa, and in our minds, that made it your “official” first word. But we kept waiting for it to be a little more obvious, just in case we were wrong, and you were still just babbling.

Then, when we were on vacation, Daddy was showing you a video of yourself on his phone, and suddenly you said “Teh-ta!” We were both AMAZED when we realized you had said it right after Tessa had walked across the screen in the video! And sure enough, the entire time we were away from home, you did not make the “Teh-ta” sound a single time. As soon as we got home and you saw your beloved doggie? “Teh-ta” reappeared. Not only did you start saying it again, but you suddenly began to add the “S” sound in the middle of it. So although the “Teh-ta” sound was still around, you began to mix it in with what we swore was “Tessa”—plain and simple. Sure enough, we caught it on video last weekend, and it is most certainly official now.

How fitting that your first word is not Mama or Dada, but Tessa. And now, you seem to be connecting the “Da-da” sound with your daddy, so that’s likely to become your second official word. In the meantime, you have not even started the “Mmmm” sound yet, so I have little hope that you will be saying “Mama” any time soon. Don’t you know that I’m the one who carried you in my belly for nine months and pushed you into the world without pain meds? (Well, by the time you read this letter, I’m sure you’ll know that story, because it is my right to hold that over your head for the rest of your life, you know.) C’mon already! :)

In case you can’t tell by the four paragraphs about it, the first word was a big deal around here. Another big one is crawling—sort of. You’re not up on all fours yet, but you do move both your arms and legs to scoot yourself around. You are getting FAST, and the distances you travel are getting farther. You’re making your way across rooms, down hallways, and throughout the house these days. We are trying to avoid going through the effort of baby-proofing until we move—fingers crossed you don’t try to get into too much trouble before then!

Other milestones this month: Learning how to sit up from a lying down position; learning how to play pat-a-cake, a.k.a. give high fives; figuring out how to “officially” clap your hands; splashing in the bath tub. Things we are still working on: Your first tooth. The sippy cup. “Chewing” bigger pieces of food.

You are learning so much every day, and you remember them the next day. When you figured out how to sit up in your crib, we were SHOCKED to find you that way, because it happened so suddenly; now, you sit up from lying down over and over and over again. Daddy showed you how to put a ball through one of the hole in the one of the stackable rings; now, we watch as you put the ball through the ring on the floor as you play by yourself.

In the standing/walking department, you are starting to try to pull yourself up on things. At this point, you’re just pulling yourself up to your knees, but you’re getting close to being able to do it to your feet. You hold yourself up at the edge of the couch, or in your crib, but you can’t get into that standing position yourself.

We’re getting close to the homestretch with the breastfeeding. You seem a little less interested these days—well, except in the mornings. In the mornings, you’re STARVING and impatient. Otherwise, there is so much to look at in the world, you do not want to be stuck feeding at the breast. You’re eating a lot more purees and “real food” now, so it’s possible that you just don’t need as much milk as you used to. Still, you’re drinking the same amount (three 5 oz. bottles) at daycare, so I’m struggling to continue to keep up with the pumping. At this point, I’m still taking it day by day, but hoping to be able to get to that 12-month mark! Aside from just wanting to hit that goal for us, I hate the idea of actually having to go out and buy formula when we are SO CLOSE! Fingers crossed, little one.

With solids, we’ve expanded your diet to include things like cheese shreds, small pieces of veggies, broken up pasta, and whole beans. We’re giving you pieces of the things we’re eating so you can try them. Some things go over really well; other things cause you to gag or spit them out. I believe it to be a texture issue and not taste—you’re still working on the “chewing” skill, especially since you still don’t have any TEETH! Speaking of which—I know I’ve said this before, but I’m VERY confident you will be sprouting two little teeth on the bottom before I write your next letter. The lower gums are so swollen and I can feel those teeth under there. They just need to pop through already!

You earned your first stamp in your passport this month, when we flew to Mexico to attend my cousin Kelly’s wedding. You were your usual laidback self—with a few cranky exceptions—but we ran you ragged, so we couldn’t complain. This was the trip on which you pooped all over Daddy. By the time you read this letter some day, I’m sure that story will have already been embarrassing you for years, so I don’t think I need to retell it now!

At your nine-month well-baby doctor’s appointment on June 20 (so it was a week or so late this month), you were 16 lbs. 4 oz. and 25.75 inches long. You’re still firmly in the 5th to 7th percentile for weight, so you’re a petite little thing.

You’ve got personality for days. Sometimes, we just giggle at each other endlessly. You are becoming a little bit of a mimick—you have this laugh that you’ll bust out every once in a while that is almost a “mock” adult laugh. You’ll look at me all serious, I’ll smile at you, then you smile. I give you a toy; you give it back.

You are busy, busy, busy. You like to be doing things. You’ll usually happily entertain yourself as long as you’re free to do what you want. One of your favorite pastimes is to play with the dog crate. I’m convinced you could open and close that door for hours.

So, ten months. We’re at ten months. I can’t believe it. We are getting so close to a year. Lately, I’ve been reminiscing about my pregnancy with you, thinking back to this time last summer, and what we were doing.

It seems like yesterday. It seems like years ago.

I love you so much it hurts.

XOXO
Mommy

P.S. During your monthly photo shoot, you thought it was HILARIOUS to launch the yellow duck over the edge of the chair. You also were NOT having the lying-down-in-the-crib, purple-background pics this time around. You were FURIOUS. Just goes to show that you’re not ALWAYS happy! :)

 

Ladies and gentleman…

We have a first word.

Nora has been babbling for a while now. “Ba-ba-ba-ba.” “Da-da-da-da.” But she has never made the connection between one particular object or person and a word… until now.

Her first word is…

TESSA.
(That’s right. The dog.)

In hindsight, it kind of makes sense, because Tessa is kinda… mischievous. Which means that she kinda-sorta gets, um, “corrected” a lot. Which involves a lot of hissing, “TESSA!” around here. So if there is one word that Nora hears a lot, it is “Tessa.”

In some ways, this has been a wake up call for me. Because, well, this means Nora is listening to us. Like, really listening.

So.

Do they have a 12-step program to help someone give up cursing like a sailor?