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    17 months

    March 31st, 2012

    S2 is a month shy of being a year and a half. I feel both torn in that with each passing day, the baby in our home is growing up, and yet also not being able to wait for him to be more expressive, and reasonable…. althought judging by older bro, I’d love to sedate him past the age of tantrums 🙂

    In this last month, S2 has re-discovered his toes. He looooves his bare feet at changing time. Specifically he loves to pick out the lint in between in his toes… and eat it (yuck!). Kid seriously digs for gold, and inspects each crevice with great care. While it’s kinda gross to watch, it keeps him occupied, and I’d rather have that over a dude who is trying to perform break-dancing moves while I’m trying to wipe a poopie bottom.

    He can’t seem to keep shoes on his feet. His new favorite thing is to remove his shoes while we’re in the car, and toss them in nooks and cranies I can’t get to. It’s fun stuff in the rain, let me tell you! I’m pretty sure his next set of shoes will either come with laces, or duct tape.

    He wants to walk out our front door all on his own. He’s not loving being carried out to the car, and wants to walk down the stairs like a big kid. It’s sweet. And then he makes a run for the street as soon as I try to get bags in the car. Not sweet!

    He loves to feed Neko. He comes home, and before he’d sit down for his own dinner, he’d point to Neki’s dry food and gesture he wants to give him food. I’m pretty sure these guys will be best buds in a few years. Neko in turn will come and check-out S2’s nursery in the morning, and there’ve been a few times I’ve seen him snuggled up in the rocking chair. Once S2 gets a big boy bed, I think I might find Neko cuddling up with him at night.

    His hair is coming in a bit thicker now. The sides are getting just a little shaggy, and the back is forming a nice little tail, but the top still has a ways to go to fill in. I think he’s getting ready to rock a mullet.

    Child is also still a climber, and testing limits daily. I wonder if Planet Granite will make an exception for him, and let him enroll in climbing classes ahead of 5.

    There was one thing he did at daycare this week that made me really impressed and proud: he did his morning poop delivery while I was still in the room, and when called out, he dropped what he was doing, walked over to the changing room, climbed onto the changing surface and sat down. And he did it two days in a row! I was both a little jealous our setup at home was not as convenient, and also grateful since the top of the changing are is NOT something I want him getting into. But hey, the dislike of a poopie diaper may spell out earlier potty training with this guy.

    Now… onto stats:

    Weight: 24lb, 11oz
    Height: 31.89″

    Favorite food: yogurt

    Favorite toy: not really showing interest in any ONE thing specifically. He’s been into G’s power tools, but also still very much the kitchen

    Favorite activity: climbing onto the couch over the couch arm

    New accomplishment: really wants to feed himself. He grabs spoons out of my hands so that he can do it on his own. And then he tosses them, with food still on them

    Number of teeth: 7! We’ve got our first molar, and it’s amusing to me that he’s growing things very a-symmetrically.

    Number of words: 7. There may be more, but he says “Dis!” implying “this”

    Naughtiest moment: uhmn, draw between running for the street, or starting fights with his brother

    Temper tantrum meter: low


    S2: a year old!

    November 1st, 2011

    Oh my sweet, little monkey!

    I am writing this as you are resting your head over my chest. We ended up here tonight after a battle of wills. As we’re visiting daddy’s family we are roomies, and I was happy to bed share with you. However, you refused to sleep w/o a boob in your mouth and no matter how many cuddles, pats, shushes and songs I gave you, none would suffice. So I put you in your Pack N’ Play, in which you cried even harder no matter how I tried to rest my hands on you or tried to comfort you. Finally I caved and brought you back into bed and you promptly conked out. I’m gonna say tonight’s battle was a draw. True, you are asleep by my side (without knowing on me) as I had initially hoped for, but you did your best to wear me down.

    I am filled with pride, amusement and aggravation all at the same time for your stubbornness and determination. You know what you want, you go after it, and most of my attempts to redirect you go nowhere. You are a master, already, at sneaking in between my legs, going around me, and even pushing me aside. My wish for you is that this determination serves you well in life, and that you don’t drive me too crazy until then 🙂

    Your cuddliness also makes my heart swell up. Since the day you were born you were happiest by my side. In the hospital you slept in my arm-pit as I cuddled around you. Just the simple proximity to another person calms you down. You showed me the sweet side of co-sleeping while my fear of it was constantly present. My wish for you is that you extend this desire for a human connection and embrace. That you continue teaching others the power of human touch despite their fears.

    You’ve been in a rush to get to something all along. You showed up positive on a pregnancy test days before you were due to. You came into this world 3 weeks ahead of schedule. You walked earlier than I thought you would. I don’t know what you’re running towards, but my wish for you is that you make it worth-while.

    I am sad already that you are no longer the teeny, sleepy, squeaky little baby of a year ago. I won’t experience those early baby days again. But I am so thankful that I am watching you grow in our presence.

    You admire your big brother so much. The way your eyes smile at him, and the way you laugh at him (being funny) makes me so happy. My wish for you is that the two of you become good friends for life, and you find a strong bond beyond just DNA. Sure there will be lots of hair pulling, yelling and fighting along the way, but I hope those experiences will only help you find a way to each other down the line.

    Here’s a video retrospective, showing just how far you’ve come

    [vimeo http://vimeo.com/30940395]

    Weight: 21lb

    Height: 29″

    Favorite activity: getting into trouble

    Favorite food: Mum Mum crackers, and bananas

    Number of teeth: 2, but by your attitude of late I hope more are on their way

    Naughtiest moment: partying out like a rockstar for an hour and a half at 3am in the morning. Mommy is too old to party this hard, my friend

    Important milestones: You walk!!!

    Happy birthday!!!


    In with the pink

    October 17th, 2011

    This is G’s new umbrella. That’s right: it’s pink, and comes complete with a pink dangling butterfly attached at the handle.

    G’s old monkey umbrella met an untimely end due to use more as a toy than an actual rain protection device. Now that rain is behind the corner, I took him to Cheeky Monkey so that this time he can pick out his own umbrella.

    As we were pointed to the bucket of options, G immediately pulled out the pink one. I’ll be honest, the sight of pink startled me at first. And i’m not ashamed to admit that it startled me because I thought “Pink is a ‘girl’ color. Would anyone make fun of him for choosing pink?” I pulled out several other ‘more manly’ options, but he was set on the pink. And you know what I realized at that moment? The discomfort that my son is choosing to sport around a pink umbrella is my problem, not his. And that I shouldn’t be passing that down. He should make the choices in his life without stupid prejudice and just be himself. And I should support him, his choices and goals based on the merit of his overall happiness. End of story.

    So our next step was choosing between the pink hippo or the pink butterfly option. He chose the butterfly.