Christmas Eve:

Nolan on the Piano from Colleen Rummel on Vimeo.

Christmas Day:

Christmas Morning 2010 from Colleen Rummel on Vimeo.

A few weeks ago…Nolan in all his chubby cuteness:

Nolan Laughs from Colleen Rummel on Vimeo.

Gavin sledding last Thursday:

Gavin sledding from Colleen Rummel on Vimeo.

More sledding:

Gavin and Cooper race on sleds from Colleen Rummel on Vimeo.

and even more sledding (and where I make the baby cry):

Nolan’s first sled ride from Colleen Rummel on Vimeo.

But I digress.

My little monkey pumpkin is now five months old and I can’t believe that it’s been that long.  His little personality is really starting blossom.  He has the most delightful smile an exhausted mother could ever want, and besides starting to sit, he has begun growling at me when he’s hungry, which I find hysterical.  It just never gets old, though I’m sure it’s his way of telling me to sit down and feed him.

He flirts with women, ignores little girls, but loves other babies of either gender.  He makes noises to get his daddy’s attention, is fascinated with all of the animals in the house, and has an extra special smile for his brothers, who are completely smitten with him as well.

Despite my struggles with the older boys when Justin leaves town, Nolan remains quite constant:  happy, curious, and surprisingly patient for a baby.  Either that, or he is too busy watching the circus going on around him to get overly worked up when his needs aren’t being met immediately.

They say parents don’t have favorites, but I’m not afraid to admit that Nolan is probably my favorite infant.  Don’t get me wrong, I adore all my kids, but Gavin, while also easygoing, was our first and we fretted so much about every little thing.  Cooper was our colicky Dr. Jeckyl/Mr. Hyde, who tested our limits.  So maybe a lot of the infant bliss is our level of parenting experience, or maybe it’s just our ultrasweet baby.

As most parents say, hard to believe three months has already flown by, and I’m no exception.  However, I think I have missed being home with Nolan this past month even more than I did when I went back to work after Gavin and Cooper were born, and I think it is because Nolan will most likely be our last child.  Seems I’m trying to savor every little bit of baby goodness while it lasts.  The fact that we are more experienced as parents and he is such a mellow baby, only makes this journey more bittersweet.

Cooper, age three, not wanting to be outdone by younger brother, Nolan,  and his exploding butt, decided to up the ante.  Instead of just super-charging an existing bodily function, Cooper got incredibly creative and introduced a new bodily function that amazed not only his long-tenured daycare teachers, but also his ENT.

So without any further adieu, I give you Cooper and his Incredibly Amazing Exploding Ear!!!!!!!!

This new bodily function eliminates that pesky runny nose when suffering from a cold. No joke: his nose stopped running once his ear drum ruptured…because it’s all coming out the side of his head instead of the front. This is from an ear that lost its tube back in late February.

At this rate, I’m a little worried what exploding function Gavin will come up with…

I’ll wait till you’re done cussing to continue.

My theory is that he’s a good sleeper because he’s got a daddy that can sleep through nearly anything. And because he’s lucky enough to not have GERD or other sleep-robbing health concerns. And because Karma owes us a good sleeper after surviving Cooper’s infancy stage (that child got up twice nightly just to eat until he was about 9 mos old…besides being a light sleeper and having colic). Even Gavin wasn’t as good a sleeper as Nolan, though I have no complaints about Gavin sleeping five hours at night by age 8 weeks.

Nolan, however, has broken the mold, and was attempting to sleep four and five hours at a time from the first night home. In fact, he would fight us to sleep even when we had to wake him to feed him round-the-clock due to his drop in weight and his bilirubin levels. Yes, I know high bilirubin numbers can create a drowsy, less-responsive baby, but he would actually tighten up his mouth and close his eyes tighter if I was bugging him to wake him, even after an hour of pestering him. But if I started bugging him about the time he was going to get up, he’d wake up just enough to nurse and poop (always the poop with this kid!). Oh sure, he’d fuss a bit that first week and didn’t want to sleep by himself in his cradle, but after a few nights of snuggling with us and wrapping him up in his swaddle blanket, he began to have sort of a Pavlovian response to our very minor bedtime ritual.

One thing this kid hated for the first three weeks of life was to have his diaper changed. And I really and truly mean he hated it because the second we undid the diaper, he would start shrieking like someone stabbed him and would go into the most distressful panic mode I’ve ever seen in a child. I can honestly say he had a worse reaction to diaper changes than he did to his shots or the daily heel pricks he endured when his bilirubin was so high, which made those 10 diaper changes a day a bit frazzling on the nerves for everyone involved. Every diaper change took twice as long as it might normally need since he was screaming hysterically and flinging his limbs all over (you’d be surprised how strong a 7-lb baby is!), nothing we did would calm him during it (talking or singing, playing soothing music), and he would usually take up to ten minutes to calm down after a diaper change.

That changed once he realized it was bedtime. At only a week in age, he would still thrash and scream during his last diaper change of the night, still fighting me and howling as I wrapped him in his swaddle blanket. But the moment I fastened that last velcro fastener and popped a little hat on his head, he would go instantly calm and was usually asleep in mere moments. And then he would sleep and sleep and sleep. I never saw anything like it!

I tried the same tactic during the day and that little stinker knew it was daytime, and would still howl. I tried changing his diaper while still wrapped in the swaddle blanket, but he would shriek and wriggle the rest of the way out. It was only at bedtime that he would just suddenly shut down, almost like someone turning off the power.

I started to think that maybe I was making the blanket too tight and he was passing out, but even when I kept it a bit loose, it still had the same affect on him. And only at bedtime. I thought maybe it was the little hat, but even when I omitted it, he still slept. I thought maybe he was getting too warm (he was often a bit sweaty on his back in the morning), but even with lighter jammies and adjusting the thermostat to stop the sweating, he still slept.

As time progressed (and his weight and bilirubin numbers improved, so I didn’t need to wake him up), he stopped freaking out during diaper changes and he slept longer and longer. And today, at two-and-a-half months of age, he will typically eat around 10pm or 11pm and will sleep until at least 7am. And for that I am eternally grateful since his brothers usually get up BEFORE then.

I swear he did that nasty scratch in the five minutes it took to call and make an appointment to get his portraits done. Stinker.
He also has been on a bit of a nursing strike the past day and a half, and pooped in the tub during his bath today. Due to the velocity at which he poops, I think I’ll be finding remnants for the next few weeks despite my efforts at containing and cleaning.
Wonder what we’re in for when he’s a teenager.

And it was at me instead of the scrollwork on our headboard or the curtains in our living room. And I caught it on film. Or whatever it is on a camera phone.
I’ve been trying for about a week to catch one of these elusive smiles that aren’t performed for inanimate objects or the dogs, and have managed to amass some seventy-hundred blury shots (he’s constantly moving when he’s awake) or where the camera snaps the shot after the smile is over.

In my six-plus years of diapering, I have never seen projectile pooping. And I don’t mean he poops and it lands a few inches away from his nekkid behind. This kid, besides surprising even the pediatrician with his volume of poopie diapers (9 or 10 a day), and having some incredible thunder when pooping (heard it through a closed door and over the sound of my electric toothbrush), can shoot poop approximately three feet away. At least that’s his current record, set while laying on my bed. Before I could get a diaper on him (I was fighting with the near-empty tube of diaper cream), I heard a grunt, and then the pooplosion noise emanating from his itty-bitty behind. In one shot, he got the edge of the towel he was laying on, the edge of my bed, my leg and pajama bottoms, the floor, his cradle next to the bed, in-between the slats on the cradle AND over the top edge to get the bumper-pad and the bedding in the cradle.

And I guess if he doesn’t end up pooping competitively, I could always catch poop competitively, since my new poop catching skills are far superior to my puke or pee catching skills.

Kind of dark (took it with my phone), but here you can see the full distance of where Nolan set his projectile poop distance record. Don’t worry, I did this pic AFTER I cleaned everything up.

Up-close shot of the measurement of approximately 37 inches. I’m starting to wonder if I need to get a concealed carry permit for this child’s butt.

As you can see, we’re starting to fill in that empty second chin Nolan was born with.