To Blake:
So, how many 10 month olds get to say they've been to Disney World? Yes, you officially made your first trip to Disney this month, complete with a ride on the carousel, Winnie the Pooh's adventures, and river ride. Miraculously, you also handled a 27 odd hour trip in the van...both ways! Faith was a key to this, and crackers, lots and lots of crackers. Melba toast and Baby Mum Mums are Valium for babies.
Florida itself was a bit of a revelation for you. The best part was splashing around in the pool and generally demonstrating to Nana and Papa your ability to go through an entire day without sitting still. At nights you had the new adventure of sleeping with the whole family in one room. Generally this meant that you would wake up around 3:00 am and decide it was time to play. After a few nights of this, I finally clued in and just brought you to bed with Daddy and I. This worked like a charm and you slept the rest of the night...although often with your feet in my ribs, and you head under Daddy's chin.
The rest of the month was a bit of blur as Florida was the BIG event. Halloween was fun, although I'm fairly certain you could not appreciate how cute you looked in your tiger costume, complete with roaring sounds. Nor could you comprehend how rare it was to get a full-size chocolate bar!! from one of the neighbours when we went trick or treating. Faith thought your introduction to Halloween was great as she ended up with both her bag and your bag going from house to house with our neighbour long after you were home in bed.
And, I think it's safe to say that you are officially a self-feeder now. Not only do you eat paper and kleenexes, but you actually feed yourself most of your meals. Depending on the day, "most of the meal" ends up on your lap, but you do pretty well actually, and I usually only need to do a small amount of heavy duty cleaning after mealtimes.
Oh yeah...and you've pretty much weaned yourself. Except for when you get up in the morning, you've lost total interest in nursing, but get inordinately excited when you see a bottle coming your way. Apparently you're not a breast man.
Other favourite things to do now? Cruising the furniture, chasing me into the kitchen and throwing up your arms to be picked up so you can see what's going on, and climbing up in front of the TV (not allowed but enticing to you nonetheless). Anything, as long as you're NOT SITTING STILL. I'm not sure yet when you're going to climb out of your crib, but it's only a matter of time as your sister pointed out today.
As always, it's an adventure.
Love,
Mom
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Growing up way too fast
Faith is looking more and more grown up every day. I can't believe that she's only six and a half. Maybe it's her bangs, which she's been diligently growing since the summer. For some reason having no bangs makes her look older. Of course, being almost up to my shoulder in height helps to increase her age factor as well. Hopefully she stops looking older, however, before she hits the teen years. This will surely give her Dad a heart attack.
Disney with Nana and Papa
Just a small sample of our recent trip to Florida. Highlights included the Teacups and Cinderella's Carousel (Faith's two favourite rides). She did not, however, enjoy Splash Mountain with me. It was a little bit too much for her, especially the drops down the water chutes in the pitch black. Her comment was, "When I bring my kids to Disney, I'm going to tell them to go on that ride with their dad!"
What more can I say about Disney? It's magic. Enough said.
What more can I say about Disney? It's magic. Enough said.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
A witch and a tiger
It was an all day Halloween fest today. Faith wore her costume to school, and Blake got in the spirit by wearing his to drop her off. His costume is a little tiger, complete with a roar sound effect, that is a hand-me-down from Karen. Very cute. Faith was a "very scary" witch with a black and grey wig and huge hat that kept blowing off in the wind today. The best part, though, was the bright red lipstick that she got to wear with the witch costume.
Tonight we went out trick or treating in the neighbourhood. Blake lasted for about half an hour, and then Faith took off with our neighbours and tackled the rest of the street. A big difference from the 10 houses she did last year! She was very impressed with her haul when she came back home.
The sugar high continues....
Tonight we went out trick or treating in the neighbourhood. Blake lasted for about half an hour, and then Faith took off with our neighbours and tackled the rest of the street. A big difference from the 10 houses she did last year! She was very impressed with her haul when she came back home.
The sugar high continues....
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wrestling and cute bums
Every time I change Blake now, it turns into a wrestling match. But, today it turned into a game of tag.
As mentioned previously, he does not like to lay back and enjoy having his bum changed. This eats into the precious time he spends crawling around the house looking for new pieces of debris to eat or cupboard doorknobs to lick. George pins him to the ground when he changes the diaper, which strangely Blake doesn't seem to mind from him. It must be a guy thing. But for me, I haven't quite gotten to that point and Blake knows it. Once I have him laying on his back with the diaper off, he does a nice little flip and crawls away. So, I can get the diaper off and, one, two three, a naked bum is streaking away across the living room.
Today, Blake figured out that this is a fun trick to play on mommy. So, he crawled as fast as he could (which is actually darn fast) around the end of the couch laughing as I scrambled rather inelegantly across the floor to grab him, thinking the whole time, "Please don't pee on the new carpet." When I finally caught him, he squealed with delight and all I could think was, "Oh crap!" The game is afoot, as they say, and this time it's in the form of a semi-nude baby crawling madly around my house in an effort to escape a new diaper. I can only hope he'll tire of this soon, but this hope seems faint at best.
At least he hasn't figured out how to take the diapers off themselves yet. That will had a whole new level of difficulty.
As mentioned previously, he does not like to lay back and enjoy having his bum changed. This eats into the precious time he spends crawling around the house looking for new pieces of debris to eat or cupboard doorknobs to lick. George pins him to the ground when he changes the diaper, which strangely Blake doesn't seem to mind from him. It must be a guy thing. But for me, I haven't quite gotten to that point and Blake knows it. Once I have him laying on his back with the diaper off, he does a nice little flip and crawls away. So, I can get the diaper off and, one, two three, a naked bum is streaking away across the living room.
Today, Blake figured out that this is a fun trick to play on mommy. So, he crawled as fast as he could (which is actually darn fast) around the end of the couch laughing as I scrambled rather inelegantly across the floor to grab him, thinking the whole time, "Please don't pee on the new carpet." When I finally caught him, he squealed with delight and all I could think was, "Oh crap!" The game is afoot, as they say, and this time it's in the form of a semi-nude baby crawling madly around my house in an effort to escape a new diaper. I can only hope he'll tire of this soon, but this hope seems faint at best.
At least he hasn't figured out how to take the diapers off themselves yet. That will had a whole new level of difficulty.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
How we spent the weekend
We watched Cordelia and William this weekend so I can only say this photo sums up the weekend...fun but chaotic. :)
The big adventure for the weekend was a trip to a pumpkin patch with the four kids...yes, just me and four kids. I am slightly crazy. The kids were great though. And we even survived our adventure in the corn maze. No one got lost and that was my goal. I didn't want to call Karen and Rob to tell them that William was in a corn field somewhere in the township. How do you explain that to your friends?
The big adventure for the weekend was a trip to a pumpkin patch with the four kids...yes, just me and four kids. I am slightly crazy. The kids were great though. And we even survived our adventure in the corn maze. No one got lost and that was my goal. I didn't want to call Karen and Rob to tell them that William was in a corn field somewhere in the township. How do you explain that to your friends?
Blake's ninth month
To Blake:
Time seems to be speeding up now. Or maybe it's just you.
On September 20th you started crawling and you've just gotten faster and faster. If it's possible to say that you run while you crawl, then you do it. We have learned now that anything on the floor is fair game for you to gum, so I feel as though I'm constantly on a recon mission for little pieces of paper, old bits of vegetable and various odds and ends from craft projects that end up on the hardwoods in any given day. I've given up on getting all the cheerios. We just let you eat those off the floor. (Is this second child syndrome or just picking your battles?) I think we hit a new low when Daddy gave up one day and just put your highchair tray on the floor so you could finish dinner there.
The theme of the month has been movement. You are sitting up from crawling, climbing the furniture, and us, and bonking your head on a daily basis. This bothers your Dad particularly as he says your head sounds like a melon hitting the floor. (Ouch.) Sometimes you could care less and others you scream like crazy. Then, you get crawling so fast that you flip yourself over onto your back. I'm not sure how you accomplish this but it's hard not to laugh even when you're crying.
And, finally, you have teeth. The first tooth was almost a surprise. Just looked and there it was. The second tooth came a week later, the day after Thanksgiving, and was much more traumatic. Fever of 103 F and much crankiness....although strangely much better naps and sleep.
We're also not sure about the talking thing yet. It seems like you're saying words, but is this merely a parent's fantasy of a genius child or true language? Only you know, and you're not telling.
You're "activity" baby now too. We have a baby time thing on Monday and Tuesday, which means singing various songs that you mostly enjoy. Although you like crawling around and checking out the other kids and the toys better than hearing me sing The Wheels on the Bus. On Fridays we go to swimming lessons, which you really enjoy. The first lesson you even blew bubbles in the water. Mostly you like floating around and splashing. For me, swimming lessons is an acrobatic feat trying to get you ready, then me ready while not setting you on the yucky change room floor at any point. (Uncle Duncan took the picture when he came to lessons with us after Thanksgiving.)
And, you got to experience your very first Thanksgiving at our house. The biggest benefit for you, besides lots of extra attention, was leftovers. Turkey, sweet potatoes, potatoes...you ate it all! Eating food on your own now is a favourite activity. For awhile you even refused to let me feed you unless you had food you could feed yourself too, so now you get lots of little pieces on your tray to eat or drop in your lap. Whatever works.
And here is a picture of Thanksgiving Day...you're the one trying to escape in the first row.
Right now, you are a one man adventure.
Love,
Mom
p.s. Vitat stats: 18 lbs (8 kgs) and 27 inches longs.
Time seems to be speeding up now. Or maybe it's just you.
On September 20th you started crawling and you've just gotten faster and faster. If it's possible to say that you run while you crawl, then you do it. We have learned now that anything on the floor is fair game for you to gum, so I feel as though I'm constantly on a recon mission for little pieces of paper, old bits of vegetable and various odds and ends from craft projects that end up on the hardwoods in any given day. I've given up on getting all the cheerios. We just let you eat those off the floor. (Is this second child syndrome or just picking your battles?) I think we hit a new low when Daddy gave up one day and just put your highchair tray on the floor so you could finish dinner there.
The theme of the month has been movement. You are sitting up from crawling, climbing the furniture, and us, and bonking your head on a daily basis. This bothers your Dad particularly as he says your head sounds like a melon hitting the floor. (Ouch.) Sometimes you could care less and others you scream like crazy. Then, you get crawling so fast that you flip yourself over onto your back. I'm not sure how you accomplish this but it's hard not to laugh even when you're crying.
And, finally, you have teeth. The first tooth was almost a surprise. Just looked and there it was. The second tooth came a week later, the day after Thanksgiving, and was much more traumatic. Fever of 103 F and much crankiness....although strangely much better naps and sleep.
We're also not sure about the talking thing yet. It seems like you're saying words, but is this merely a parent's fantasy of a genius child or true language? Only you know, and you're not telling.
You're "activity" baby now too. We have a baby time thing on Monday and Tuesday, which means singing various songs that you mostly enjoy. Although you like crawling around and checking out the other kids and the toys better than hearing me sing The Wheels on the Bus. On Fridays we go to swimming lessons, which you really enjoy. The first lesson you even blew bubbles in the water. Mostly you like floating around and splashing. For me, swimming lessons is an acrobatic feat trying to get you ready, then me ready while not setting you on the yucky change room floor at any point. (Uncle Duncan took the picture when he came to lessons with us after Thanksgiving.)
And, you got to experience your very first Thanksgiving at our house. The biggest benefit for you, besides lots of extra attention, was leftovers. Turkey, sweet potatoes, potatoes...you ate it all! Eating food on your own now is a favourite activity. For awhile you even refused to let me feed you unless you had food you could feed yourself too, so now you get lots of little pieces on your tray to eat or drop in your lap. Whatever works.
And here is a picture of Thanksgiving Day...you're the one trying to escape in the first row.
Right now, you are a one man adventure.
Love,
Mom
p.s. Vitat stats: 18 lbs (8 kgs) and 27 inches longs.
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