This little dragon says "roooaaarrrr!"HaPPy HaLLoween!
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
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10 months! Happy 10th birthday, baby! I do have to say, it's late and I almost didn't post anything, but how could I not? It's tradition. Tradition! One big deal that I failed to mention is this year we celebrated 10/10/10. Get this: on this day, 10/10/10, you were 10 days away from your 10 month birthday. How crazy is that? I should have taken a picture.
Anyway, this month has been eventful. For one, you had a class picture taken. In my stuck-in-1980 mind, I thought this would be a classic blue backdrop school picture. Instead, it was full-on professional with fancy props and stuff. Of course I ordered a packet and when I got it back, I couldn't help but laugh. Can you see why? What is with the white socks with blue stripes? You, on the other hand, are stinkin' cute. {I will insert a picture here after I fix my scanner since I just threw it out the window because it sucks}
You are a rascal. I'll have you know that The Dad and I find ourselves under a table rocking back and forth every time we have to change your diaper or get you dressed. You can not sit still for 30 seconds while we change you. We have to literally pin you down which just makes all of us insane. Hopefully this is just a phase otherwise your parents will need to be institutionalized.
You are cruising around like a mad man these days. You have discovered so many joys in life that seem to be centered around the toilet. First it was the toilet brush. Next the toilet paper and now the toilet bowl. No matter how many times I pulled you away, you bee-line for the toilet brush. Son, this is really gross, especially when I find you playing in the crusty goo at the bottom of the brush holder. Now that I have removed the toilet brush from your reach you have moved on to the TP which is hung on the wall at just the right height for you to get a hold of. You can't just unroll the TP, you also have to eat it too. This can not be good for your colon and you practically bite my finger off when I fish TP out of your mouth. Finally, you have discovered the toilet bowl. You find it entertaining to crawl over to the toilet and stand there while The Dad goes to the bathroom. How endearing, my two boys being boys...until you stick your hand in the toilet bowl!! That's just too gross for words...sigh...
But despite it all, you are a very good baby. I really believe this goodness is just in your DNA and has very little to do with mine or The Dad's awesome parenting. Last weekend we left you for the first time for a weekend at Gramma Nay's house while The Dad and I went to Las Vegas for some adult time. While it was nice to get away, I missed you dearly. I called Gramma a few times to check on you. I tried to be strong, but deep down I was struggling to keep my composure. I know, it's silly. Gramma said you were a perfect boy. She and Grandpa Bear said they enjoyed your company and I believe them.
Anyway, this month has been eventful. For one, you had a class picture taken. In my stuck-in-1980 mind, I thought this would be a classic blue backdrop school picture. Instead, it was full-on professional with fancy props and stuff. Of course I ordered a packet and when I got it back, I couldn't help but laugh. Can you see why? What is with the white socks with blue stripes? You, on the other hand, are stinkin' cute. {I will insert a picture here after I fix my scanner since I just threw it out the window because it sucks}
You are a rascal. I'll have you know that The Dad and I find ourselves under a table rocking back and forth every time we have to change your diaper or get you dressed. You can not sit still for 30 seconds while we change you. We have to literally pin you down which just makes all of us insane. Hopefully this is just a phase otherwise your parents will need to be institutionalized.
You are cruising around like a mad man these days. You have discovered so many joys in life that seem to be centered around the toilet. First it was the toilet brush. Next the toilet paper and now the toilet bowl. No matter how many times I pulled you away, you bee-line for the toilet brush. Son, this is really gross, especially when I find you playing in the crusty goo at the bottom of the brush holder. Now that I have removed the toilet brush from your reach you have moved on to the TP which is hung on the wall at just the right height for you to get a hold of. You can't just unroll the TP, you also have to eat it too. This can not be good for your colon and you practically bite my finger off when I fish TP out of your mouth. Finally, you have discovered the toilet bowl. You find it entertaining to crawl over to the toilet and stand there while The Dad goes to the bathroom. How endearing, my two boys being boys...until you stick your hand in the toilet bowl!! That's just too gross for words...sigh...But despite it all, you are a very good baby. I really believe this goodness is just in your DNA and has very little to do with mine or The Dad's awesome parenting. Last weekend we left you for the first time for a weekend at Gramma Nay's house while The Dad and I went to Las Vegas for some adult time. While it was nice to get away, I missed you dearly. I called Gramma a few times to check on you. I tried to be strong, but deep down I was struggling to keep my composure. I know, it's silly. Gramma said you were a perfect boy. She and Grandpa Bear said they enjoyed your company and I believe them.
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