His feet are officially bigger. He wears bigger diapers. And he's weighed more for quite a while.
He's also super super close to figuring out that he can shove back.
It's going to be trouble.
Sunday, October 02, 2011
Twins
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Special Day
Me: It's your first day of school honey. It's a big day. Can I interview you and ask you some questions about your favorite things and how you're feeling?
AJA: Sure
Me: What's your favorite TV show?
AJA: DIEGO!
Me: What's your favorite song?
AJA: (Grinning) Twinkle Twinkle!
Me: What's your favorite Toy?
AJA: Friendly Bear
Me: What do you like to do? What do you like to play with?
AJA: Piano
Me: What's your favorite food?
AJA: Pepperoni!
Me: Really?
AJA: No! Celery!
Me: OK. Not sure about that. How about your favorite treat?
AJA: Oh! COOKIES!
Me: That's my girl. What about your favorite book?
AJA: Ok. Courduroy. And Leonardo the Terrible Monster. And Three Wolves and the Big Bad Pig. And Three Little Cajun Pigs. And what else...
Me: I think that's enough. What was your favorite part about school today?
AJA: All the shapes
Me: Nice. Is there anything else you want me to write down?
AJA: I don't like snow peas. And can you write down that I love Henry?
Me: (Heart melts)
Sunday, September 18, 2011
My baby. My boy. My mad love.
15 months
Loves: Eating (apples are his fav), his sister, big kids, running, and being held (and at nearly 30 lbs, this is becoming an issue!), baths, and dancing.
Hates: Sleeping in.
Teeth: 12. He's constantly teething. And drooling.
Words we're hearing regularly: Mama, Daddy, Aud-de, Up, Bath, Mine, Milk, Ball, Birdie, Plane, Side (for "outside"), No, Yes, Kitty, Bye Bye.
Favorite Animal Sounds: Sssssss! (for snake), Roaaaar! (for Lion), Quaag Quaag (for duck)
New Tricks: Climbing furniture. "Reading" books. (He loves them!)
Mr. Giggles is a cuddly ball of joy and smiles. I'm so deeply in love with him it's impossible to describe. 
Sunday, July 24, 2011
My dear, wonderful , adorable birthday boy
I'm worried you'll someday read this blog and wonder about the drop in posts in the last few months. You may feel disappointed in the lack of equal coverage for you and your first year. You'd be right. Your mom hasn't been keeping things fair online. I've been pretty overwhelmed with all the changes in our life since we've moved and I've struggled to keep up with things like this blog. And personal correspondence, and personal grooming... Sigh... I ramble...
Anyway.
Know this - my neglect of you has only been limited to this blog. At home, I'm deeply devoted -- in la la love, really -- with you.
You're so wonderfully happy, Henry. An amazingly perfect baby. You're incredibly kissable. I come home from work and can't keep my lips off your cheeks - so perfectly soft and round. You'll lift your arms and grunt UP UP UP and I dive into to full kiss mode. Or I'll cover you with raspberries instead, which instantly sends you up into the best fit of giggles.
You're developing personality traits that make your dad and I smile a mile wide. You eat like a 20 year-old, you're incredibly physically strong, ridiculously independent (At the park last week you wandered away from me and out of curiosity I let you go a while. I wanted to see how far you'd go without looking back. You ended up hightailing it 70 yards to the parking lot!) and you love love love puppies.
You have a few words: up, dada, Aud-de, wa wa, hi, bye, plane, birdie, all done, and mama (although sadly for me you throw it around at everything.) You love to dance (bouncing up and down with one arm in the air is your signature move) and you're a fearless flirt with new people - you cast your chin down and smile up at them and they're yours.
You get called handsome a lot. It's an interesting compliment for a baby, but people consistently say it. You're a big boy, which I suspect is part of it (you've never for one minute been a squishy little tiny "cute" baby) but with your pale skin, your sort of a blue/brown hazel eyes, and your hair being so dark, you just come across so grown up and so... handsome. The best part of this? Your big sister will occasionally refer to you as her "handsome man" which just makes my heart burst.
This brings me to my next point. When I feel guilty about the time I don't get to spend with you, or I doubt the balance of time I give to both you and your sister, I comfort myself with this:
Oh man, do you love your big sis. Whatever I'm worried about depriving you, I'm seeing it more than made up for in sibling wrestling, tea parties, ball kicking, and just general giggling. It's so gratifying.
You're barely a baby anymore, my sweet boy. You walk, run, and just a few weeks ago you passed your sister in weight, which I think qualifies you for official toddler status. I'm holding on to your last days of babyhood as long as I can but honestly I can't wait to see who you're going to become, too. I can tell there are going to be great stories in that big boy future of yours.
All my love,
Mama
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
This morning
Last night at 2 am we woke up to H shrieking bloody murder. Like, "oh my god, I'm being stabbed" shrieks and howls. I ran down the hall and burst into the room to find A reaching into to H's crib grabbing at his face. She was crying too, and saying, "I need that paci! I need that paci!" Seems that she lost hers in the middle of the night and decided to grab one out of H's mouth. Poor baby was just lying there sleeping when his sister's predatory little arm comes through the crib and grabs at him trying to get his paci. Meanwhile I jumped out of bed so quickly, and my heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to pass out.
In more funny news: this morning A was screaming "No!" about something with such force that she farted. This cracked her up so she experimented for the next few minutes by screaming "No!" over and over and trying to push a fart out. So imagine my sweet little girl yelling a big "No!" while half squatting, making a poop face and then falling into a fit of giggles. Over and over and over again. Awesome, right?
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Future Vet
Audball's babysitter happens to be one of our neighbors, and she often takes Aud to visit her chickens and dogs. (Yep. She's got chickens. It's a bit of a hipster trend these days to have backyard chickens, actually.) She loves loves loves the visits and will talk about the chickens endlessly afterward.
Last weekend a friend had a birthday party for her daughter and lo and behold Aud found chickens in her backyard too. Along with goats and bunnies. It was a petting zoo our friend had arranged for the party, but now Aud is pretty convinced that everyone has chickens their backyard. Everyone except mama and daddy.
This is one disappointment she's going to have to get used to.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Bam Bam @ 8 months
Two teeth and fantastic giggle.
He's already pulling himself up, babbling, and cruising.
Our feelings? A mix of pride and, "hey, slow down, mister!"
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