Ella maybe was a tad confused.
After the animals, we had an Easter egg hunt. Adam got to hide all of the eggs - 300+. He was pretty excited about that. John Dickson takes his egg hunting very seriously!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Get Ready! The 5th Installment
After the munchkins were done riding horses, they loaded the horses up with carrots. John Dickson fed the horses 3. When we first got to the farm, I thought John Dickson was going to explode. He was talking a mile a minute, ready to go see the horses and get his ride on. I thought we would appease him by letting him feed the animals in the petting zoo with some baby carrots, but the donkey tried to talk to him. And that was all over. Luckily after the other kids got there and showed him the donkey was in fact harmless, he joined right in.
Ella maybe was a tad confused.
After the animals, we had an Easter egg hunt. Adam got to hide all of the eggs - 300+. He was pretty excited about that. John Dickson takes his egg hunting very seriously!
Ella maybe was a tad confused.
After the animals, we had an Easter egg hunt. Adam got to hide all of the eggs - 300+. He was pretty excited about that. John Dickson takes his egg hunting very seriously!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Get Ready! The 3rd Installment
We had gorgeous weather for the party - nice sunshine, a slight breeze, and not too hot. We invited all of John Dickson's little buddies from school, along with some of his other little buddies from playdates with our friends, and I'd say we had the perfect turn out. We were really happy to have all of our family there, and it was the first time all 4 cousin kiddos were together at the same time.
Some family shots:
Uncle Jason and Ella
Aunt La La and Bean
Uncle Jason (Jared) and Bean in their coordinating outfits. Don't listen to him - they did it on purpose. Also, in case you are confused, JD loves to call Jared his Uncle Jason. He's found he can get a good rise out of him this way.
John Dickson with his Nana and his Granna
And Henahen with his Papa and his Grumps
Stay tuned.
Some family shots:
Uncle Jason and Ella
Aunt La La and Bean
Uncle Jason (Jared) and Bean in their coordinating outfits. Don't listen to him - they did it on purpose. Also, in case you are confused, JD loves to call Jared his Uncle Jason. He's found he can get a good rise out of him this way.
John Dickson with his Nana and his Granna
And Henahen with his Papa and his Grumps
Stay tuned.
Get Ready! The 2nd Installment
So I knew John Dickson was going to take right to the horses, but I had no idea that this little one would love them so much! Ella Boo had a great time and would actually cry when her turns were over. And you can't see it in this picture, but she had on some adorable pink cowgirl boots for the occassion.
Emma Bean also dressed for the occassion in her adorable cow dress, but her mom refused to let her ride a horse. I know. Total buzz kill.
And what about Henahen you ask? Well he didn't join us until the end of the party. He just snoozed away in the car. Sweetly, might I add.
It looked mightly tempting to Ms Emma!
Precious, right?
Stay tuned.
Emma Bean also dressed for the occassion in her adorable cow dress, but her mom refused to let her ride a horse. I know. Total buzz kill.
And what about Henahen you ask? Well he didn't join us until the end of the party. He just snoozed away in the car. Sweetly, might I add.
It looked mightly tempting to Ms Emma!
Precious, right?
Stay tuned.
Get Ready!
It's the 4th annual John Dickson birthday blogging extravaganza! That's right people - 5 pictures per post, 174 pictures (compliments of Aunt La La and Uncle Jason (that's code for Uncle Jared, by the way)), you do the math!!!! We won't post them all, but get ready. That's all I'm saying.
So my old college roommate Leslie came down to help me out and party it up. I'd like to say that I made this cake by myself, or at the very least that we contributed equally, but alas I can only take responsibility for the design (finding an example online is the same as designing, right?), the toys, the baking of the cake, and the coloring, rolling and cutting of all of the yellow fondant components. Oh, and I did suggest we make the pillow bigger. So I guess you could pretty much say I made the cake myself, right?
Well they say never to trust a skinny chef, and let me tell you, Leslie is a SKINNY chef, but I think this cake proves that theory wrong -
Lil man agrees.
Can I tell you that Leslie stayed up with me until 1 am, making cake?? Last year she stayed up all hours with me baking cookies and chopping pizza toppings. I love her.
We kicked off the party with some good old fashioned horseback riding. We had 2 horses - Haddie and Dusty. I was surprised at how quickly the kids latched on to the names and that they had a preference of which one to ride. In retrospect, I should have known that. I mean, I have one of those kids, afterall.
Lil man LOVES riding horses, and did not hesitate to jump up on one. He requested to gallop, but I think he was satisfied with a brisk walk.
Riding Dusty:
And Haddie:
Stay tuned.
So my old college roommate Leslie came down to help me out and party it up. I'd like to say that I made this cake by myself, or at the very least that we contributed equally, but alas I can only take responsibility for the design (finding an example online is the same as designing, right?), the toys, the baking of the cake, and the coloring, rolling and cutting of all of the yellow fondant components. Oh, and I did suggest we make the pillow bigger. So I guess you could pretty much say I made the cake myself, right?
Well they say never to trust a skinny chef, and let me tell you, Leslie is a SKINNY chef, but I think this cake proves that theory wrong -
Lil man agrees.
Can I tell you that Leslie stayed up with me until 1 am, making cake?? Last year she stayed up all hours with me baking cookies and chopping pizza toppings. I love her.
We kicked off the party with some good old fashioned horseback riding. We had 2 horses - Haddie and Dusty. I was surprised at how quickly the kids latched on to the names and that they had a preference of which one to ride. In retrospect, I should have known that. I mean, I have one of those kids, afterall.
Lil man LOVES riding horses, and did not hesitate to jump up on one. He requested to gallop, but I think he was satisfied with a brisk walk.
Riding Dusty:
And Haddie:
Stay tuned.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Our Newest Love
WHOA am I behind!!! WHOA I start every blog post this way. And WHOA Ellie broke the E key off of the keyboard. So to recap, we are very behind and from this point forward, I will not be going back to add in any missing Es. Dal with it. Haha, get it?
So we discussed John Dickson's birthday back on the 5th, but did I mention on the 6th we got our newest love? Meet Ms Emma Reagan Libet.
I know what you are thinking... gorgeous. Just like her mama. But with bigger bows. She's our newest niece and we love her to pieces. I saw her the day she was born, the following weekend, then again on Wednesday, again the next weekend and again the weekend after that. I am totally spoiled and fear I may go crazy if I do not see her again soon. Love. This. Baby.
Little Miss was born on the 6th at 3:48 (I think) in the afternoon, weighing in at 6 lbs 14 ounces and measuring 19 inches long. (John Dickson also came in at 19 inches, only he was 8 lbs even. Chunkalunk). This baby is a super snuggler and knows how to rock a bow. I love having nieces - its really quite perfect - sweet little girls to buy the cute stuff for and to eventually take to get their nails done on a favorite aunt outing, but little boys to take home at the end of the day. Could not have planned it any more perfectly if I had tried.
Did I mention my camera is still lost???? Im pretty bitter about that.
So after Ms Emma was born, we headed down to the beach with Granna, Papa, Erin, Jason and Ms Ella. Yes, we have a Ms Ella and a Ms Emma. Don't get me started. It's very difficult. At least thus far we have managed to keep Ms Ellie out of the mix. Anyway, we had a great time, spoiled rotten in a house on the water. John Dickson has enjoyed the beach in the past, but he LOVED it this time. He made a pretty awesome sand castle and moat with his Papa (but insisted that he was NOT a moat monster), and I dug a pretty awesome hole. It came up to my hip, which, as Adam pointed out, is not very deep, but we dug another one, connected the two, put the kiddos in, and BAM - play pen on the beach.
By kiddos, I should specify that it was Ella (I just typed that Emma... seriously, you have NO IDEA how hard this is) and John Dickson. Mr. Hennis does not like the beach so much! Let's discuss.
No blankie.
No musical seahorse.
Nothing to pull up on.
Wind.
Sand.
Sand in the mouth.
Tears.
Hat on.
Pull hat off.
Hat on again.
Pull hat off.
Hat on again.
Melt down.
HOWEVER, you get on the balcony with some Jimmy Buffet and Hennis is in hog heaven. He LOVES to dance. I was a little in hog heaven too watching John Dickson unexpectly bust out with the robot. Hilarious. And watching John Dickson and Ella shake their booties... too sweet. Aunt Erin brought some fun pinwheels and bubbles, and Papa flew some kites - I'm serious - I'm pretty jealous of my kids.
John Dickson and Ella continue to be a dynamic duo, and the fear of what they will be able to accomplish once Ella is a little bit older and they can truly plot is becoming both more real and more scary. They are a trip to watch together, and I think they get along pretty darn well! The two of them entertained each other for half an hour just running around the house pushing a rolling suitcase.
As soon as I manage to smuggle some pictures from Erin & Jason, I'll be sure to post some.
So that about catches you up to John Dickson's 3rd birthday party and Easter. We've just been enjoying playing outside in the pretty weather and cleaning up a lot of "choke up". Oh adenoidectomy, why didn't you work?!?!?!?!? John Dickson has also been wheezing and has been using an inhaler for the last week. He goes back on Wednesday for a recheck, so be thinking about him. It's been about 2.5 years that we have not been able to get rid of the runny nose, nasty cough and as of the last 6 months, excessive throwing up, which is almost without a doubt related to the gunk. Hopefully we are getting closer to the solution.
John Dickson and Henry just had their 3 year and 9 month well visits, respectively. John Dickson was 37.5 inches tall and 32 lbs, both hovering around the 50th percentile, and Henry Bear was 20 lbs 5 oz and 29 inches tall. It's funny to look at Henry's growth charts...
The last 5 percentiles for weight:
72nd
53rd
47th
47th
59th
Height:
99th
98th
76th
84th
72nd
You know, kind of jumps around.
Head:
99.65
99.7
99.45
99.89
99.6
That's my boy! That sweet baby has also started to skitter across the floor, sans knees, and he loves to play a good game of peek a boo - so cute. He actually played it with John Dickson the other day, all on their own, both cracking up. He's learning some sign language and I think he is starting to do some! He is saying Mama (not sure yet if its for me or not... sometimes I think so, sometimes not), Dada, buh buh (for bye bye), and some other random sounds. He will imitate you blowing raspberries and gives big open mouth kisses. And he's a big mama's boy. Darn.
Friday, April 8, 2011
We have a 3 year old!!!
Can you believe John Dickson turned THREE on Tuesday??? Can you believe he ate an entire 4 inch in diameter mini chocolate cake for breakfast???? We sang and he blew out his candles like a champ. He later told me maybe I could have his candles after his birthday was over... but I would have to wait for my birthday. (Might I add, he was a birthday diva). He opened his cards and was very excited about that, and then he opened some presents. I stayed home that day and John Dickson and Henry and I played all morning until it was time to go get some pannacakes.
Lil man got a Rooty Jr and killed it.
Then Henry went to school while John Dickson and I went to Greenville to go see Rango, but alas the theater's power was out from the mondo storm we had Monday night, so we opted instead for some putt putt and race cars. John Dickson LOVED the go carts, but was less than thrilled with putt putt. After a few holes, he quit altogether, but before he did, he had just finished a hole and I told him to watch out. Of course he asked why. I told him I didn't want to hit him with my ball. So he spread his legs out across this thing, and seeing as how I'm quite the golf pro, my ball went straight through.
I later got a hole in one, but he wasn't excited for me. He actually didn't know where the ball went. ::sigh::
You may notice in the first pictures, John Dickson is sporting a mullet. In the putt putt picture, he aged about a year, and he's officially 3. AKA, he got a haircut. After that, we went to Whole Foods to get some strawberries and milk for a snack, considering all he had eaten that day was cake, pannacakes, french toast and some sausage. We then went to the horse farm to drop off our deposit and pet some horses and a donkey that John Dickson will tell you "showed us his hiney." There was a peacock as well, but John Dickson did not like him... at all.
After that it was mission: Tangled. He's been dying to see this, and since our movie going experience did not pan out, we decided to rent instead. It was actually a pre meltdown intervention at the theater being closed, and while I don't typically operate this way, it was his birthday. So we went to one of those express rentals. No luck. Went to Blockbuster. No luck. Called Adam to go to express rental. No luck. Adam went to another Blockbuster, and thank goodness - Tangled.
The rest of the night was spent watching the movie and playing with Jessie and Woody's new pal Bullseye. I hope it was a good day for lil man.
And in unrelated news, how much of a little man (not lil man - thats his brother) is Hennis???
Oh, and he says bye bye (more of a buh buh) and waves. It's adorable. Just sayin.
Lil man got a Rooty Jr and killed it.
Then Henry went to school while John Dickson and I went to Greenville to go see Rango, but alas the theater's power was out from the mondo storm we had Monday night, so we opted instead for some putt putt and race cars. John Dickson LOVED the go carts, but was less than thrilled with putt putt. After a few holes, he quit altogether, but before he did, he had just finished a hole and I told him to watch out. Of course he asked why. I told him I didn't want to hit him with my ball. So he spread his legs out across this thing, and seeing as how I'm quite the golf pro, my ball went straight through.
I later got a hole in one, but he wasn't excited for me. He actually didn't know where the ball went. ::sigh::
You may notice in the first pictures, John Dickson is sporting a mullet. In the putt putt picture, he aged about a year, and he's officially 3. AKA, he got a haircut. After that, we went to Whole Foods to get some strawberries and milk for a snack, considering all he had eaten that day was cake, pannacakes, french toast and some sausage. We then went to the horse farm to drop off our deposit and pet some horses and a donkey that John Dickson will tell you "showed us his hiney." There was a peacock as well, but John Dickson did not like him... at all.
After that it was mission: Tangled. He's been dying to see this, and since our movie going experience did not pan out, we decided to rent instead. It was actually a pre meltdown intervention at the theater being closed, and while I don't typically operate this way, it was his birthday. So we went to one of those express rentals. No luck. Went to Blockbuster. No luck. Called Adam to go to express rental. No luck. Adam went to another Blockbuster, and thank goodness - Tangled.
The rest of the night was spent watching the movie and playing with Jessie and Woody's new pal Bullseye. I hope it was a good day for lil man.
And in unrelated news, how much of a little man (not lil man - thats his brother) is Hennis???
Oh, and he says bye bye (more of a buh buh) and waves. It's adorable. Just sayin.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Oh Blog...
Two - count them - TWO days left until work resumes to normal working hours. And that's good news for you, because that means the blog is going to come back to life. Well, its good news for you if you actually still bother to ever check this old dusty rusty blog.
I don't have pictures. I haven't taken any in WEEKS. But there's a few on facebook, courtesy of my blackberry, so feel free to mosey on over there if you need your fix.
We headed up to Maryland about 2 weeks ago for an uneventful-in-a-good-way check up for Adam. 20 hours in the car, 2 minutes with the doctor, and a lot of trail mix and Starbucks later, everything looks good. John Dickson and Henry stayed with their Granna and Papa, slumber partying with Ella, and the next morning the three of them teamed up for what I can only imagine was a very chaotic morning. Fortunately we found Granna and Papa is one piece.
Monday morning it was John Dickson's turn to see a cardiologist, and he was an angel the entire time. He didn't seem to care much one way or the other what they wanted to do to him, he just laid there and let them do it. I think he was a little weirded out by the EKG, but he kind of liked the echo - Finding Nemo was on the tv :-) The pediatric cardiologist we see is really great and is really great with kids. He told John Dickson he could hear dinosaurs running around in his heart and when it was time to leave, he actually got down on the floor with him to show him how to play with his new prize - one of those little cars that you pull back on and release and it speeds off. His heaven. Best of all, everything looked perfect.
On Friday John Dickson headed in for his adenoidectomy. He was pretty pumped about it because a) he wanted his throat fixed (we didn't know how else to explain it to him... but he knew he'd cough less, have a runny nose less, and "choke up" less, and he was excited about that) b) he knew he was getting ice cream for lunch, c) he knew there were presents involved, d) Toy Story 3 and "Dragon Movie" (aka, How to Train Your Dragon - turns out not so appropriate for 2 year olds - if you hear him talking about killing a dragon, just ignore). I was really most concerned about the no eating after midnight (more specifically, no breakfast or milk), but he didn't say a word about it. If you give that little man a heads up, he can handle just about anything. Anyway, they took him away in a little motorized car, which he LOVED. Shortly thereafter the doctor came out to tell us that John Dickson's adenoids were in fact big, something they can't tell without him undergoing anesthesia, so that was good news. Hopefully we'll see a difference very soon! Soon after that we went in to find a just-woken-up John Dickson, who was very upset and crying for mommy. Wait, no. Crying for Daddy. No... sorry, I get confused. He was crying for the car. Good to be needed.
In case you were wondering, they put little man to sleep using a mask and then they started an IV and did the breathing tube. When he woke up he had to prove he could drink before they would take the IV out. John Dickson downed an entire cup of apple juice without stopping to take a breath, so they took it out. I couldn't watch, so I held him in my lap and looked the other way. John Dickson stared at it and never made a sound. Easy breezy. Five minutes later he had a popcicle in his mouth and he was ready to go open presents. We were told to dress him in pjs so he could sleep in the car and just be moved to his bed.
Good one.
John Dickson did not even nap on Friday and we had a hard time slowing him down. On Saturday he complained a little that his head hurt, but he was still running and jumping on the bed and everything else, and almost all of a sudden he laid his head on one of our pillows and zonked out. It was a first. Ever. In his entire life. Including infancy.
That night he started running a 102.5 fever that continued until Monday morning. He was sleeping all over the place and on Sunday he started throwing up. On Monday we went back to the ENT where the on call doctor decided he had a virus. He barely even looked at him - I was not happy. We like our regular ENT.
So John Dickson stayed home Monday and Tuesday, but seemed to be pretty full steam on Tuesday. Adam took him to IHOP, because little man is obsessed with "pannycakes" and hadn't really eaten since Saturday morning. After that they picked up Henry from school and John Dickson used the potty there (its relevant, just stick with me). Then they went to get gas, where John Dickson started freaking out saying he needed to go potty. Adam ran him in but the water lines were off, so Adam just nixed the gas and went straight home. On the way John Dickson told him that he didn't have to go potty - he wanted "color drink." AKA Gatorade. And when they got home, John Dickson did not in fact need to go potty. Little stinker.
On Monday I let John Dickson cut up some foam with his saw, and as Henry got near him, he would say "watch out Henry. I gon't wanna cut you!" He also called me into the bedroom, holding my phone, saying "I have your phone for you Mommy! I gon't want you to lose it!" Pitiful as he was, he still had us laughing.
So that's about it lately. Henry has been eating us out of house and home, and has started to cry when we leave him at daycare. I don't think he minds being there, he just minds us leaving him. He's got that pouty lip DOWN. Breaks my heart. He's been babbling up a storm and makes some pretty sweet sounds. And he loves Ellie.
Today is Adam's birthday, so we've been trying to celebrate that. John Dickson has moved on as that was the last thing we had to get past to get to John Dickson's birthday. So like I said, he's moved on. I, however, will be spending tonight eating some homemade pizza and drinking red wine with the Ad-man, while hopefully watching a new Modern Fam. Henry will be snoozing :-)
I don't have pictures. I haven't taken any in WEEKS. But there's a few on facebook, courtesy of my blackberry, so feel free to mosey on over there if you need your fix.
We headed up to Maryland about 2 weeks ago for an uneventful-in-a-good-way check up for Adam. 20 hours in the car, 2 minutes with the doctor, and a lot of trail mix and Starbucks later, everything looks good. John Dickson and Henry stayed with their Granna and Papa, slumber partying with Ella, and the next morning the three of them teamed up for what I can only imagine was a very chaotic morning. Fortunately we found Granna and Papa is one piece.
Monday morning it was John Dickson's turn to see a cardiologist, and he was an angel the entire time. He didn't seem to care much one way or the other what they wanted to do to him, he just laid there and let them do it. I think he was a little weirded out by the EKG, but he kind of liked the echo - Finding Nemo was on the tv :-) The pediatric cardiologist we see is really great and is really great with kids. He told John Dickson he could hear dinosaurs running around in his heart and when it was time to leave, he actually got down on the floor with him to show him how to play with his new prize - one of those little cars that you pull back on and release and it speeds off. His heaven. Best of all, everything looked perfect.
On Friday John Dickson headed in for his adenoidectomy. He was pretty pumped about it because a) he wanted his throat fixed (we didn't know how else to explain it to him... but he knew he'd cough less, have a runny nose less, and "choke up" less, and he was excited about that) b) he knew he was getting ice cream for lunch, c) he knew there were presents involved, d) Toy Story 3 and "Dragon Movie" (aka, How to Train Your Dragon - turns out not so appropriate for 2 year olds - if you hear him talking about killing a dragon, just ignore). I was really most concerned about the no eating after midnight (more specifically, no breakfast or milk), but he didn't say a word about it. If you give that little man a heads up, he can handle just about anything. Anyway, they took him away in a little motorized car, which he LOVED. Shortly thereafter the doctor came out to tell us that John Dickson's adenoids were in fact big, something they can't tell without him undergoing anesthesia, so that was good news. Hopefully we'll see a difference very soon! Soon after that we went in to find a just-woken-up John Dickson, who was very upset and crying for mommy. Wait, no. Crying for Daddy. No... sorry, I get confused. He was crying for the car. Good to be needed.
In case you were wondering, they put little man to sleep using a mask and then they started an IV and did the breathing tube. When he woke up he had to prove he could drink before they would take the IV out. John Dickson downed an entire cup of apple juice without stopping to take a breath, so they took it out. I couldn't watch, so I held him in my lap and looked the other way. John Dickson stared at it and never made a sound. Easy breezy. Five minutes later he had a popcicle in his mouth and he was ready to go open presents. We were told to dress him in pjs so he could sleep in the car and just be moved to his bed.
Good one.
John Dickson did not even nap on Friday and we had a hard time slowing him down. On Saturday he complained a little that his head hurt, but he was still running and jumping on the bed and everything else, and almost all of a sudden he laid his head on one of our pillows and zonked out. It was a first. Ever. In his entire life. Including infancy.
That night he started running a 102.5 fever that continued until Monday morning. He was sleeping all over the place and on Sunday he started throwing up. On Monday we went back to the ENT where the on call doctor decided he had a virus. He barely even looked at him - I was not happy. We like our regular ENT.
So John Dickson stayed home Monday and Tuesday, but seemed to be pretty full steam on Tuesday. Adam took him to IHOP, because little man is obsessed with "pannycakes" and hadn't really eaten since Saturday morning. After that they picked up Henry from school and John Dickson used the potty there (its relevant, just stick with me). Then they went to get gas, where John Dickson started freaking out saying he needed to go potty. Adam ran him in but the water lines were off, so Adam just nixed the gas and went straight home. On the way John Dickson told him that he didn't have to go potty - he wanted "color drink." AKA Gatorade. And when they got home, John Dickson did not in fact need to go potty. Little stinker.
On Monday I let John Dickson cut up some foam with his saw, and as Henry got near him, he would say "watch out Henry. I gon't wanna cut you!" He also called me into the bedroom, holding my phone, saying "I have your phone for you Mommy! I gon't want you to lose it!" Pitiful as he was, he still had us laughing.
So that's about it lately. Henry has been eating us out of house and home, and has started to cry when we leave him at daycare. I don't think he minds being there, he just minds us leaving him. He's got that pouty lip DOWN. Breaks my heart. He's been babbling up a storm and makes some pretty sweet sounds. And he loves Ellie.
Today is Adam's birthday, so we've been trying to celebrate that. John Dickson has moved on as that was the last thing we had to get past to get to John Dickson's birthday. So like I said, he's moved on. I, however, will be spending tonight eating some homemade pizza and drinking red wine with the Ad-man, while hopefully watching a new Modern Fam. Henry will be snoozing :-)
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Randomness
Edit: I totally forgot to mention that Henry is clapping and is thrilled whenever he does it! It's precious. We say "yaaaaay" - he claps. Yay adoption!! (That's a Modern Family reference... Henry's the real deal) I also forgot to mention that John Dickson's favorite new thing is to pretend he is a puppy. He will do anything for a pretend puppy treat. It's awesome. "Puppy, you need to put your toys away so you can have a treat." Toys, put away. Life is beautiful. He will also sit, lie down, shake and speak (bark). I know, I know, he's multitalented.
Oh Henry... the child wants so badly to be a big boy. He still has his cuddle moments, especially in the mornings, but he is on the go. He wants to be down on his hands and knees crawling all over the house, or better yet, he wants to be on his feet. I wont be surprised if he is taking steps by 10 or 11 months - the child is fearless, and desperate to be always on the go. His teacher says that with all of the other babies, she encourages them to stand up and stuff like that, but with Henry, she just wants him to sit down. The child loves to let go and *try to stand there by himself, and he comes home with a new bruise everyday. It makes me sad that the baby days are numbered in our house... just not quite sad enough to have another one :-)
Henry has started to eat some finger foods and he LOVES it. Another way he is trying to leave behind babyhood. He had some chunks of banana the other night and had the best time eating it. I told his teacher about it, and today Henry had banana at school. His teacher said she had bananas at home and she wanted to bring one for ol Hen. We always say that one day we will show up and Henry and Ms Sandy will be gone. It's a good problem to have, assuming it doesn't actually happen.
Henry has 4 chompers now and he likes to grit his teeth. He's still not babbling, but he does growl a lot, for better or for worse. He is holding his own sippy cups and sucking them down like a champ. He continues to love his blankie, the spatula for the play grill, and of course, his big brother. He doesn't mind school, but he hates the nursery at church - probably because we kept him in the service with us up until 2 weeks ago.
So that brings us to John Dickson. John Dickson has been a crazy man lately, and he's said some pretty crazy things. So lets back up a little bit. When John Dickson was somewhere around 18 months or so, he decided he was desperate for a sip of Adam's Yuengling. I told Adam to just give the child a sip and then he'd leave him alone.
I give you a minute to judge.
So Adam gives him a sip and it turns out our little plan backfired, as John Dickson liked it. So fast forward to last summer (just over 2). We are at a hotel and Adam is drinking a Guinness. Same story. John Dickson wants it. I tell Adam to let him have a sip - its a dark beer and he definitely won't like it. Heck, I dont like it! I'm sure you know how it ends. The child likes him some Guinness.
Go ahead, judge some more.
All of this to say, we rarely have alcohol in our house, but the few times we have and the few sips John Dickson has gotten have really made quite the impression. John Dickson now says "I gonna be a grown up and eat beer."
Fine, judge some more, but this is the last time.
Then we took him to Trader Joes, and as we walk through the beer and wine section, John Dickson starts YELLING at the top of his lungs, over and over again... "YOU WANT SOME BEER, EVERYONE?? YOU WANT SOME BEER, EVERYONE??" And then he starts going on about super powers. Now I know in his little head, the two were completely unrelated, but I'm sure to other people they thought John Dickson thought beer gives you super powers. I feel confident in this, judging from the laughs.
Don't you wish you weren't out of judge time.
Anyhoo, Sunday afternoon John Dickson was in his room for quiet time. He's been 99.9999% perfectly potty trained for months now, and he's extremely good about going all on his own. He often goes 2 or 3 hours without using the potty. So on Sunday when he went potty right before quiet time and then got out of his room 15 minutes later to go potty again, I was pretty sure he was pulling my leg. Another 10 minutes later, he suddenly "needed to go potty" again. I was almost positive he didn't, but I do hate to take the chance. So I open the door, and John Dickson is grinning ear to ear.
"Sucka!!"
Oh yes. He said that. THREE TIMES. Adam heard it too. I feel like he almost had to have been saying something else, but that grin... I swear he suckered me into opening that door and then he called me out on it. Unbelievable.
We're working on staying dry at night. John Dickson makes it about 6 days out of the week, but he's going to have to have a near perfect record before we do away with the diapers. He even wakes up in the middle of the night to go potty, which is impressive, considering he is wearing a diaper. He's trying really hard! Tonight would have been a trial run had John Dickson not gotten up to use the potty and reminded me he wasn't wearing a diaper... whoops.
I made breakfast casserole yesterday morning for Adam and John Dickson to have for dinner last night, since I had to work late. This morning John Dickson had breakfast casserole for breakfast too. I said "did you know Mommy made that for you?" I was getting ready for work and when I came back in the living room, John Dickson said, all on his own "Thank you for making me this, Mommy." Consequently, I bought him a book from the book fair at school today.
We went to my friend Andrea's house on Sunday for my boys to play with her girls. She has a 4 month old, Bella, and almost 3 year olds - Olivia and Sofia. As you may have gathered, Olivia and Sofia are twins and while not identical, look very much alike. I think Bella, Olivia and Sofia were a little underwhelmed by John Dickson and Henry, as all 3 took a nap while we were there, but John Dickson and Henry had fun anyway. When we got home, Adam asked John Dickson what his new friends' names were, to which he responded "Livia and more Livia." Too funny!
The same day that we took John Dickson to Trader Joes, we were playing around in the living room and Adam was laying on his back, wearing an undershirt. John Dickson climbed on his stomach and kept sticking his head under Adam's shirt. He'd lift his head so the shirt is pulled across his face and he starts yelling "Amanda!!!!!!!!! Amanda!!!!!!!!" I almost died. I don't know where he gets this stuff from.
So, to recap: John Dickson calls us by our first names, likes beer and calls us "sucka!!!" Now don't go putting any money on it, but I believe we are up for parents of the year this year. Obviously I am kidding. John Dickson is very sweet, very well mannered most of the time, is very smart and is very funny. We're really proud of him, and that's why we can laugh about some of the inappropriate things he says.
On to more serious things, John Dickson knows his colors and numbers in spanish. He knows his whole name, and knows the first and last names of Adam, Henry and me. He knows his birthday ("April fist") and knows my birthday. He doesn't know Adam's because Adam hasn't taught him and I don't want him to get confused about mine. Priorities! He knows Papa's birthday is next, and then Daddy's, and then his (or possibly Emma's!) He knows his days of the week and he's learning his months. Actually, one of the first times we started quizzing him on his birthday, he responded "January 10th" very matter of factly. He recognizes his name, and while today is the first time the tables in his class have assigned seats with the children's names on the table, he was able to tell me exactly where he sits.
John Dickson loves to dress like his Daddy, and he has come to know plaid and flannel (or both, if you are lucky) as "work shirts." He came up with that all on his own. My husband loves plaid more than Al Borlen. John Dickson loves to wear his own plaid button down shirts to look like his Daddy, and he says he's going to go work at Clemson. (Did I mention he also knows where we work?) Oh, and he recognizes the word Clemson, even without a tiger paw.
So that's where we are. John Dickson's birthday is less than a month away and we've been busy planning his party! We're on the books for a party at a horse farm - petting zoo, pony rides and cake. We're pretty excited about that. Now we just have to see if I can make a cake that looks like Andy's bed. Time will tell. (Hint: Dont eat the cake)
And in unrelated news, John Dickson has an appointment with the cardiologist a week from Monday. It is just a routine check - EKG and echo. Both boys will be doing it every 2-3 years until adolescence when they will get checked every year. We're sure he's going to check out just fine, but we'll keep you posted. John Dickson also is getting his adenoids out a week from Friday. It's the same doctor who did his tubes, who we love, and while we hate that that little man has to have this minor surgery, we sure are looking forward to a nose that doesn't run, lungs that don't cough all the time and a stomach that doesn't throw up far too often. He's going to be a brand new baby. (Might I add, he does not like to be called "a baby" but he will tell you he's "Mommy's baby." Plays me like a fiddle.) He will also tell you that Mommy has two arms - 1 to hold him and 1 to hold Henry. I mean, I taught him that, but still... melt. my. heart.
Until next time.
Oh Henry... the child wants so badly to be a big boy. He still has his cuddle moments, especially in the mornings, but he is on the go. He wants to be down on his hands and knees crawling all over the house, or better yet, he wants to be on his feet. I wont be surprised if he is taking steps by 10 or 11 months - the child is fearless, and desperate to be always on the go. His teacher says that with all of the other babies, she encourages them to stand up and stuff like that, but with Henry, she just wants him to sit down. The child loves to let go and *try to stand there by himself, and he comes home with a new bruise everyday. It makes me sad that the baby days are numbered in our house... just not quite sad enough to have another one :-)
Henry has started to eat some finger foods and he LOVES it. Another way he is trying to leave behind babyhood. He had some chunks of banana the other night and had the best time eating it. I told his teacher about it, and today Henry had banana at school. His teacher said she had bananas at home and she wanted to bring one for ol Hen. We always say that one day we will show up and Henry and Ms Sandy will be gone. It's a good problem to have, assuming it doesn't actually happen.
Henry has 4 chompers now and he likes to grit his teeth. He's still not babbling, but he does growl a lot, for better or for worse. He is holding his own sippy cups and sucking them down like a champ. He continues to love his blankie, the spatula for the play grill, and of course, his big brother. He doesn't mind school, but he hates the nursery at church - probably because we kept him in the service with us up until 2 weeks ago.
So that brings us to John Dickson. John Dickson has been a crazy man lately, and he's said some pretty crazy things. So lets back up a little bit. When John Dickson was somewhere around 18 months or so, he decided he was desperate for a sip of Adam's Yuengling. I told Adam to just give the child a sip and then he'd leave him alone.
I give you a minute to judge.
So Adam gives him a sip and it turns out our little plan backfired, as John Dickson liked it. So fast forward to last summer (just over 2). We are at a hotel and Adam is drinking a Guinness. Same story. John Dickson wants it. I tell Adam to let him have a sip - its a dark beer and he definitely won't like it. Heck, I dont like it! I'm sure you know how it ends. The child likes him some Guinness.
Go ahead, judge some more.
All of this to say, we rarely have alcohol in our house, but the few times we have and the few sips John Dickson has gotten have really made quite the impression. John Dickson now says "I gonna be a grown up and eat beer."
Fine, judge some more, but this is the last time.
Then we took him to Trader Joes, and as we walk through the beer and wine section, John Dickson starts YELLING at the top of his lungs, over and over again... "YOU WANT SOME BEER, EVERYONE?? YOU WANT SOME BEER, EVERYONE??" And then he starts going on about super powers. Now I know in his little head, the two were completely unrelated, but I'm sure to other people they thought John Dickson thought beer gives you super powers. I feel confident in this, judging from the laughs.
Don't you wish you weren't out of judge time.
Anyhoo, Sunday afternoon John Dickson was in his room for quiet time. He's been 99.9999% perfectly potty trained for months now, and he's extremely good about going all on his own. He often goes 2 or 3 hours without using the potty. So on Sunday when he went potty right before quiet time and then got out of his room 15 minutes later to go potty again, I was pretty sure he was pulling my leg. Another 10 minutes later, he suddenly "needed to go potty" again. I was almost positive he didn't, but I do hate to take the chance. So I open the door, and John Dickson is grinning ear to ear.
"Sucka!!"
Oh yes. He said that. THREE TIMES. Adam heard it too. I feel like he almost had to have been saying something else, but that grin... I swear he suckered me into opening that door and then he called me out on it. Unbelievable.
We're working on staying dry at night. John Dickson makes it about 6 days out of the week, but he's going to have to have a near perfect record before we do away with the diapers. He even wakes up in the middle of the night to go potty, which is impressive, considering he is wearing a diaper. He's trying really hard! Tonight would have been a trial run had John Dickson not gotten up to use the potty and reminded me he wasn't wearing a diaper... whoops.
I made breakfast casserole yesterday morning for Adam and John Dickson to have for dinner last night, since I had to work late. This morning John Dickson had breakfast casserole for breakfast too. I said "did you know Mommy made that for you?" I was getting ready for work and when I came back in the living room, John Dickson said, all on his own "Thank you for making me this, Mommy." Consequently, I bought him a book from the book fair at school today.
We went to my friend Andrea's house on Sunday for my boys to play with her girls. She has a 4 month old, Bella, and almost 3 year olds - Olivia and Sofia. As you may have gathered, Olivia and Sofia are twins and while not identical, look very much alike. I think Bella, Olivia and Sofia were a little underwhelmed by John Dickson and Henry, as all 3 took a nap while we were there, but John Dickson and Henry had fun anyway. When we got home, Adam asked John Dickson what his new friends' names were, to which he responded "Livia and more Livia." Too funny!
The same day that we took John Dickson to Trader Joes, we were playing around in the living room and Adam was laying on his back, wearing an undershirt. John Dickson climbed on his stomach and kept sticking his head under Adam's shirt. He'd lift his head so the shirt is pulled across his face and he starts yelling "Amanda!!!!!!!!! Amanda!!!!!!!!" I almost died. I don't know where he gets this stuff from.
So, to recap: John Dickson calls us by our first names, likes beer and calls us "sucka!!!" Now don't go putting any money on it, but I believe we are up for parents of the year this year. Obviously I am kidding. John Dickson is very sweet, very well mannered most of the time, is very smart and is very funny. We're really proud of him, and that's why we can laugh about some of the inappropriate things he says.
On to more serious things, John Dickson knows his colors and numbers in spanish. He knows his whole name, and knows the first and last names of Adam, Henry and me. He knows his birthday ("April fist") and knows my birthday. He doesn't know Adam's because Adam hasn't taught him and I don't want him to get confused about mine. Priorities! He knows Papa's birthday is next, and then Daddy's, and then his (or possibly Emma's!) He knows his days of the week and he's learning his months. Actually, one of the first times we started quizzing him on his birthday, he responded "January 10th" very matter of factly. He recognizes his name, and while today is the first time the tables in his class have assigned seats with the children's names on the table, he was able to tell me exactly where he sits.
John Dickson loves to dress like his Daddy, and he has come to know plaid and flannel (or both, if you are lucky) as "work shirts." He came up with that all on his own. My husband loves plaid more than Al Borlen. John Dickson loves to wear his own plaid button down shirts to look like his Daddy, and he says he's going to go work at Clemson. (Did I mention he also knows where we work?) Oh, and he recognizes the word Clemson, even without a tiger paw.
So that's where we are. John Dickson's birthday is less than a month away and we've been busy planning his party! We're on the books for a party at a horse farm - petting zoo, pony rides and cake. We're pretty excited about that. Now we just have to see if I can make a cake that looks like Andy's bed. Time will tell. (Hint: Dont eat the cake)
And in unrelated news, John Dickson has an appointment with the cardiologist a week from Monday. It is just a routine check - EKG and echo. Both boys will be doing it every 2-3 years until adolescence when they will get checked every year. We're sure he's going to check out just fine, but we'll keep you posted. John Dickson also is getting his adenoids out a week from Friday. It's the same doctor who did his tubes, who we love, and while we hate that that little man has to have this minor surgery, we sure are looking forward to a nose that doesn't run, lungs that don't cough all the time and a stomach that doesn't throw up far too often. He's going to be a brand new baby. (Might I add, he does not like to be called "a baby" but he will tell you he's "Mommy's baby." Plays me like a fiddle.) He will also tell you that Mommy has two arms - 1 to hold him and 1 to hold Henry. I mean, I taught him that, but still... melt. my. heart.
Until next time.
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