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    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!!!

    Things that make you go “Aw!”

    February 18th, 2010

    I had to go on a business trip this week. I left Tue afternoon and got home today. I dropped off my little guy at daycare in the morning, and S was in charge while I was away.

    I called on Tue evening after G had gone to bed, and S told me this story:

    Tue evening when he brought G home, as part of our routine said that it was time to wash hands. Well, since normally I’m home when S & G get home, G just skipped the bathroom trip and headed for the kitchen, hoping I was there, yelling “Mama? Mama?”

    How does this not break your heart?

    Cute story, but the sort of thing that mommies want to hear when they get home after missing their boys, not while they’re away.

    Party, party!

    September 4th, 2009

    G’s birthday party was a lot of fun! I’m thankful that so many of our friends and family joined us to wish him a Happy 1st.

    Someone must have snuck behind my back and told G about being “fashionably late”. The day of his birthday, G took one of the longest naps he’s ever done. His went down at 8:30 and woke up at 11. His party? Yeah, that started at 10:30. I agonized over when to start it. His morning naps typically started no later than 8 and at best went 2 hours long, so I figured he might be a “little” late to his own party. Not an hour late ;p Still, I am grateful that everyone was so patient!

    In honor of G’s first Big Boy food being Greek, we had lunch catered by a very tasty Mediterranean restaurant. I made tasty sugar-free muffins for the wee-ones whose parents didn’t want a sugar-high, and they turned out very well. (I used this First Birthday Cake recipe, btw). The sugar fiends of us, meanwhile enjoyed monstrous cupcakes from Costco (have you seen these things? Each is the size of a child’s smash cake!)

    G was a very big boy and didn’t cry while we all sang him Happy Birthday. I on the other hand, did! Can’t explain it. Maybe it’s because my little dude is growing up? Who knows, but I’ll just say I was glad I wore sun-glasses that day.

    I didn’t get to take many photos. Actually I didn’t get to take ANY photos. It’s ironic, because leading up to the day I had nightmares about my camera not working, being stolen, so on and so forth. And yet that day, I took no pictures. Thankfully S did. I’m also shamelessly stealing some from other friends and family that also did.


    See more birthday party fun:

    Psst! Guess who’s 1

    August 29th, 2009

    Our cutie patootie today is 1!

    First taste of frosting

    Loving the mess

    Too much frosting apparently is NOT a good thing