We woke up Saturday morning, and when I opened the front door, this spider had made its web from one porch post to the other. I thought it was very Halloweeny. (After I took this picture, Mr. Spider had to go. I'm sorry but anything that makes me scream when it moves is not welcome on my front porch.)
The three pictures I've posted with Jonah smiling (the two in the previous post and this one) are about the only smiles he had for picture time. He cried at The Pumpkin Patch the previous weekend, the night before Halloween the whole time we were carving pumpkins, and was pretty stoic throughout this photo session. He was not feeling Halloween. I have higher hopes for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Please excuse the green mildew on our porch railings. Power-washing is on my ever-growing list of things to do, but it's just not happening. I probably could have clone stamped that junk out, but I'm just too tired. Oh well.
Matt and I worked together on the pumpkins. (Jonah fussed and cried in his high chair.) I did the "We love Jonah" one, and we both worked on the other one. Matt did the majority of it, and I just kind of cleaned it up a little. Matt said, "Wow. Pumpkin smell. Every year it surprises me." And then the next morning, we thought Jonah's morning poop definitely smelled like pumpkin. (No, he hadn't eaten any.) I have no idea why, but we both thought it before either of us said anything about it.
Jonah didn't dress up this year, just the little "My First" onsie. I wasn't really motivated to find a costume (although I did look a couple places), just because I knew it would frustrate me. All the ones I found either had hoods, zippers, hard plastic or other things I thought would cause face / chin / ear blisters. Or they just looked super-hot. I just didn't think it was worth it for him to not know the difference. Plus, I loved that little onsie, so I'm happy with how all the pictures turned out. Next year, though, we'll definitely find something (or I'll have Katie make him something - she made Rory a Toodee costume from scratch, and she doesn't even really sew. Crazy girl.).
We had 72 trick-or-treaters and that's down a little from last year - partly because of the rain and partly because we had to close up a little earlier this year to put Jonah to bed.
Jonah's eating a little better the last couple days (not more but easier). Yesterday he took seven and a half ounces completely awake and calm. It was amazing. Today he's kind of fallen back into crying until you get him to sleep and then taking the bottle, but I did get him to take about three ounces at his noon feeding before he fell asleep. I'm praying and praying that he'll continue to realize that eating is not so bad and start taking his bottles when he's awake. It's definitely a psychological aversion to eating and not a physical pain thing (or at least most of the time it's not).
He has not taken a nap (except the twenty minutes of sleeping when we feed him a bottle) for the last few days. And it's killing me. I'm so exhausted, and I don't ever get a break. Or if I do, it's shoving Jonah in front of the TV (which I hate to do too much) while I switch laundry, make phone calls, or check email. I'm determined to get him into a nap schedule again if it kills me. Every time I try to lay him down, his eyes pop open. But I'm going to sit in his room (to make sure he doesn't rub his face) and just let him lay there every day until he finally gets the hint. He has to eventually get the hint, right? He is so fussy at night between about 6 and 8 because he's so tired. But if we put him to bed earlier than about eight, he won't settle down until about that time anyway, and he wakes up super early in the morning (like pre-6:30). And he's so overly-tired by the time he goes to bed, he'll barely eat anything.
And I don't know if it's teething or the time change, but he's not sleeping nearly as well at night either. He was just waking up the one time when we were getting him up to eat, but last night he woke up and had to get a butt pat four times between 9 and midnight, and then screamed for most of the hour it took to feed him in the middle of the night. I was so on the verge of not posting tonight because I'm just so tired, but wanted to share those pics. Please don't worry if there's a night here and there over the next couple weeks where I don't post. Until he's sleeping better, I'm really going to try to get in bed earlier. I can feel the exhaustion setting in. And just ask Matt. I do NOT handle lack of sleep well. It isn't pretty.
Hope you guys had a Happy Halloween. I LOVE FALL.