21 (and a half) Months

I um, almost forgot to do this post, but figure better late than never. We'll just pretend, okay?

(i blame baby brain for all of my forgetfulness lately!)

21 Months

Talk talk talk talk talk talk talktalktalktakltaltkaltaktalktaltaktlaktkaktll......

Yes honey, we do know that the boat is gone.

It's like you are dying to have a conversation but just don't have enough words yet,

sometimes you just throw really random words out there:

"boat. hair. mommy. nanny. hat. gala(water). car-car. eye. hannah. button."

I guess this is considered a sentence.

Car car car car car car  car car TRUCK car car caracacracarcacarcarracrca......

Hours upon hours of playing with dinkies. 

Line them up, shove them under the couch cushions, run them across the window sill, drive drive drive.

Every now and then you actually even play with the hot wheels track daddy bought you.

Real cars are good too, and you talk about them a lot.

"daddy car-car gone!"

Yes honey, daddy's car is gone, and hey: the boat is gone too.

Play play play play play play play playplayplaypaypalyaplayaplayaplay......

With blocks, cars, trucks, sand, and especially water.

I used to think you went through a lot of clothes when you were new, now between the water and the mud box er, 

sandbox it's like three outfits a day, myself as well.

No honey, mommy is not a towel.

There are times when i feel bad because you are playing by yourself and will come to play with you,

only to have you take your toy to the other side of the room.

Independence suits you.  I will just read my book.

Sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep slepslepsleepsleppslepsplepsleep......

erm, wait a second, NOT!

I remember when you were really little and i thought i had it all in the bag and 

would blame the parents for their kid's crappy sleep habits.  Hopefully i didn't say it outloud.

You have never been a good sleeper.  Lord help me when there's two of you crying at 4 am.

"Mommy mommy mommymommymommymommy mommy!!!!  Milk!"

But you are sweet and happy and amaze me every day with your big smiles and giggly laughs.

If there is one trait your daddy and i passed on to you that means the most it is your ability to laugh.

(and i like to think you got my smile :)

Hold on to that my little.

xo, mom.

Photo of the Week & 20 Months

Bad, bad blogger.  

I am so behind in posting that in desperation i am (ahem) treating you to a 'combination post'.

Like a yummy combination plate at a good Chinese Restaurant, 

combination posts are tasty, full of variety and good value!

(and yeah, that's just what i'm telling you to appease my guilty, guilty conscience)

Week #22

20 Months

It suddenly seems like the big two isn't so very far away all of a sudden, 

which sounds far too big and way too old for my little baby boy.

Your words are coming fast and furious, and being strung together in twos.

There are real words and there are words that only you and i know,

and then there are some a bunch that i have absolutely no idea what you are going on about.

As you get older i doubt this will change.

Sometimes there is eating, more often there is not,

and i occasionally wonder if (and how) you are living on the air you breathe alone.

But you never. stop. moving.

I remember saying months ago how exhausting it was just to watch you.

Yeah well, that was just the warm ups.

You climb things and move things in order to climb things.

You are endlessly fascinated with your dinkies, driving them along walls, furniture, 

and even occasionally the awesome hot wheels tracks we have provided you with for just such purpose.

You like to crawl around with sticks in your mouth pretending to be the dog.

Ps - i don't think she appreciates it when you drink from her dish.

Today you flipped headfirst over the fence in the backyard.

Yesterday you locked yourself in the van, along with my keys, purse and cell phone.

You are covered in bruises, scrapes, and dirt on a regular basis,

and there's usually something sticky in your hair.

I am surprised that i am surprised by this.

You are, after all, a boy.

A much too big and far too old little baby boy.

Nineteen

19 Months

How big you are getting! 

All of that baby fat that was so chunky and squishy is gone,
and you are long and lean, tall and wiry.

You are obsessed with cars and trucks, and can play by yourself for seemingly hours.
This is totally amazing to me, as it gives me time for me,
and all of the seemingly endless things that need to be done.
(like reading books, napping, and ahem, occasionally doing housework ; )

Outside is the place to be, and there are almost always tears when we come inside.
Daddy was amazing enough to fence in the backyard,
so now you have a safe place to play and i don't have to chase you all over the neighbourhood.
You love your water table and sandbox, and helping mommy in the garden.

Somedays you eat and somedays you don't.
Some nights you sleep and some nights you won't.
But you are almost always happy and ready with a smile.
And i just know you will be an amazing big brother.

Seventeen

Seventeen Months!

I always remark upon how big you are getting, but it's simply true.

You are moving too fast, and growing up when i want you to stay little forever.

I feel like i put a baby to bed and woke up to a little boy.

You are strong and sweet, two traits i hope you will retain throughout you life.

Your vocabulary of animal sounds is becoming impressive, though you won't perform for anyone.

All you want is milk.  I think you are a milkatarian.  You stand at the fridge and cry until we pour you a cup.

This is okay, except that your belly is so full from it that you don't seem to eat much.

There are now ten teeth in your sweet little mouth, maybe more, but i am not allowed to see.

Somehow you figured out that mommy REALLY likes it when you hug her.

You curl your little head into my shoulder and wrap your arms around my neck and i melt. every. time.

Then you lean back and coyly look down. Like you know exactly what you are doing to me.
You like being outside and helping daddy with the wheelbarrow,
and helping mommy empty the dishwasher too.
Like I said, strong and sweet.

You are dirt and noise.  Light and joy.
And oh-so much fun!

Sixteen

Sixteen Months!

Boy oh boy!

You are the outdoorsy type splashing happily through the mud puddles and roaming the yard.

You are a reader and lover of books always trying to climb into a lap with a book in hand.

You are a dancing machine with a side step that will knock 'em dead and a foot stop that is right on cue.

You are a lie-on-the-floor-till-daddy-comes-because-mommy-is-a-horrible-person screamer.

You have many many things to learn and concepts like sharing to grasp, but you'll be alright.

You have nine little teeth in your sweet little mouth.

Your favorite things are milk and your whinney the pooh snuggie.

You love car-cars and are happiest standing behind the wheel of Grampy's truck.

You are an observer more often than a participant with the other kids, except the ones that you know.

And though this may jinx it, you are finally sleeping through the night. hallelujah! 

You are joy and noise and a flurry of constant motion and i'm so happy that you're mine all mine!

Now stop growing already!!!!

Fifteen

Fifteen Months!

There once was a time when you were so small and fragile.

I see tiny babies now and wonder at their perfect smallness, tiny toes and noses.

I am in awe of their stillness and silence; their little wiggles. their quietude. their serenity.

For you are no longer any of those things.

You are noise and motion. You are smash and bang, run and climb.
You are big and tall and all boy.  Rough and tumble.

You know baa for sheep and say rar-rar for doggies, and hhhhaaaaa when things are hot.
Other than that you are a man of few words, too busy finding things to get into!
Even "Hannah" has been dropped from the vocab, which is weird because you used to say her name 100 times a day.  Literally.  There is plenty of yelling talking without words though, now if i only knew what you were talking about...

You are into everything you should not be into, which isn't always so funny, but that's okay too.
I sometimes think we might lose it, like when you start hauling on our (massive and very expensive) tv,
or when you pull dirt out of the plant for the fifth time that day.
But it's hard to be mad when you look at me with that cute little scrunched up face you make,
or when that bottom lip starts to poke out and those baby blues start to well up.

 The expressions on your little face, the earthquaking sounds that emit from your tiny body, the swiftness that you get into things, the giggles and even the odd squeal that i've heard recently, it's all hilarious.
And I wouldn't change any of it for the world.

Fourteen

Fourteen Months!

Things are changing with you little one,

you're pickier with your food and aren't sleeping very well these days (much to my dismay)!

Whereas once you used to eat almost everything, now your diet seems to consist of grapes, goldfish and milk.  

But hey, at least those goldfish are whole wheat ; )

And while you might not want to go to sleep at bedtime,

you have taken to sleeping in random places, like in the middle of the living room floor, or in your little tent upstairs.  

Cute at the time, not so cute when i want you in your crib at night though.

But hey, i always wanted one of those kids who could just crash out anywhere!
Things change with you so quickly, and this too shall pass...

You are a world traveller now, with your own passport that actually has stamps!

And you've been on more planes than a lot of adults i know.

I love that i have been able to take you so many places, and hope i can show you how magical the world can be!

There is so much to see and do and so many places to be!

I like to just follow you around.  For the most part you don't get into anything too bad,

but you do like to play in the toilet and in the houseplants.

That's okay too, though kinda gross and dirty.
Explore away my little friend.

You have started hauling around your little snuggie everywhere you go.

I really didn't think you'd be one of those guys, but yet again you have surprised me!

You walk around in your diaper (because you are eleven thousand degrees all the time) sucking your thumb and 

snuggling with whinny the pooh. hard to believe, but you are still so cute!

We laugh and play so much!  

I have so much fun with you and am so happy i get to stay at home with you and watch you grow.  

Best choice ever : )

Now go to sleep!!!   heh heh ; 0  

Love, mom.

{ This or That Thursday & Look Who's Snapping }

Thirteen

Thirteen Months.

I feel like things have changed so much lately.

When i think of having a thirteen month old i feel funny inside,

and i'm all like, 'that's totally not my kid, he's just a baby, you must mean someone else...'

But then i look at you and you do something funny - on purpose - to make me laugh,

and i realize, 'whoa, i've got a little person here....'

whoa...

Your sense of humour is really starting to show,

and you like to laugh, even though it's sometimes a fake laugh 

just so you can hear us fake laugh back at you.

That's fun.

I am astounded at your energy.

You never stop moving, and the world is so interesting to you!

I get tired just watching you go, and i love trying to see things through your eyes.

What is so interesting about that tp tube?

Why do you like to eat dirt instead of this beautiful supper i made you?

Where the h%@#! are you going now?

There is so much music in your life,

you are surrounded by little drums you bang and horns you toot.

I catch you strumming my guitar in the bedroom, and you won't leave your dad alone when he plays.

Your aunty Sue and i watched you bust a move the other day, sadly it was to that 'i'm sexy and i know it' song, but whatevs,
you definitely have some rhythm.  

You snuggle sometimes, but are usually too busy.

You like to watch tv (way too much! and way too close!) and are starting to color, (sort of)

and i think you have inherited my sweet tooth.

You still like your books, hate getting dressed, and have started to drink your bath water.

But my favorite is when you are eating something good 

you clasp your hands and go 'mmmmmmm'. 

Keep growing my little buddy, and keep being amazing : )

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Six

Happy half birthday Jake

My heart has never been so full. 

It bubbles up and over and i don't care how cheesy it is.

It feels like i've known him forever,

and i can't wait to see what kind of a boy he will be tomarrow, and the next day, and the next...

It was indeed a big day : )

Three

Three months ago today my life was changed, 

and I learned what it really was to love : }

He.  Is.  Awesome.