The moment we’ve all been waiting for. (Ooookay…some of us will still be waiting for Oscar to be sitting on Jackson, but for now…and for a 22-month old…we’ll count this as pretty awesome!)
In the interest of posting in a timely fashion, I’ll try to keep it brief with yet another list.
- Still not walking…only running. Ever.
- Daddy still funny. Mommy hardly ever.
- LOTS of words. Lots of words together. Lots of fun.
- Learning to communicate both with words…and faces…and loud noises…and pouts.
- FINALLY likes to rock at night and snuggle a bit. Mommy is A-OK with this arrangement.
- Loves: racer cars, slides, books, food, brownies (specifically), jumping, running, hats, mittens, bulldozers, trash day, doggies, David and Goliath storytime Bible, Let It Go, the word POOPY (poopie?), and his family (by name).
- Dislikes: seeing mommy first thing in the morning (me too, kid. Daddy’s hair looks way better first thing…funny how that works), sometimes the carseat, sometimes food, wiping face after food, changing diapers, and having to choose between two awesome things (because that’s life).
- We’ve decided to keep him.
And because I couldn’t help it…a bonus pic:
Aaaand less than a week later…we have a 21 month old! (Who, I might add, has been merrily chatting away since being put down for a nap ohhhh…about an hour ago.)
This year’s “themed” photo shoot was a bit more challenging than last year’s endeavor, for a myriad of reasons:
- He’s mobile. Incredibly so. So while he seemed genuinely excited by the words “photo shoot” and rushed to put his hat on after willingly laying down for the “naked”…after that he rapidly lost interest.
- He’s bigger. Incredibly so. So the narrow but loooong strip of green fabric I have just isn’t cutting it.
- He’s fast. Incredibly so. So please accept my apologies for the lack of color tone matching in the comparison collage. The entire “shoot” from wardrobe to “I’M DONE” took approximately 90 seconds. Thus there was intentional or additional lighting strategy in place. Just an effort put forth so we could see what the two year’s difference was.
Jury’s out on whether we’ll give it one more go next year…anyone want to stitch the backdrop into a wider piece for me sometime in the next 11 months?!
Favorite phrases from December:
- Change the diaper (manipulation tactic, seen most often during naptimes or road trips)
- NO change the diaper (strong objection)
- Oh, Mugsy! (from a book)
- M-I-Z (Z-O-U from 2nd party) GOOO TIGERS!
- No more monkeys jumpin’ on da bed!
- Geen Zac! (getting Zach…?)
- No throw the food/cup/plate (often said before or immediately after throwing the object)
- More cookie
- …14, 15, 16, 11-teen… (methinks this is more indicative of the times we’ve spent in “timeout” on mommy’s lap counting to 20, than actually counting…)
and my personal favorite…
- Daddy funny! (yes, but we don’t need to tell him that so much…and also, why never ever ever “Mommy funny!”)
Would you believe me if I told you that this post has been in draft form with the pic loaded since December 1st?! I suppose it doesn’t really matter, but I like to be a bit more timely with my once-monthly commitment to blogging. (Do I hear a resolution coming on…?!)
Anyway, below you’ll see a photo of the newest family member to take up golfing as a hobby. Granny Sue and Grandpa Stan hosted our post-Thanksgiving visit, complete with beautiful November weather, golf clubs and – of course! – a golf cart! More pics to come, but it’s not Christmas yet, so I can’t bring myself to be a spoiler
And since I’m short on time and am bound and determined to post 20 months BEFORE 21 months happens in 3 days, the month in hashtags:
#grandparentvisits #stumpgrinder #forkinbib #firstfevernofun #homehaircuts #racercars #pacobird #hillrollsfordays
The last “teen” month is upon us. (Is that even a thing?) We’re about to enter a phase where–in my humble opinion–we sound a bit ridiculous counting in months…but my loveable sister-in-law, ‘Chelle, thinks we’ve been there for about 6 months now.
Anyway…our 19-month old. Sigh.
We’ve had a fun month that I will proceed to recap in events/trips, more than actual milestones:
- Jackson got to spend a weekend with Granny Sue and Grandpa Stan at their house while Chris and I had a fun weekend in St. Louis [alone!]
- We ended the weekend with his first trip to the St. Louis Zoo…yucky weather, but fun animals and a mostly non-too-cranky toddler in a flat-tire BOB stroller. #goodtimes
- Capped it off with a [too-brief-due-to-mostly-fully-cranky toddler-mode] visit with Grandpa Charley and Grandma Peggy at their house. Good thing they love him (and us) no matter what our mood(Also, another month getting to see all grandparents! YAY!)
- Jackson took his second trip by airplane!! We got to visit family in Dallas and had such a wonderful (and hilarious!) time! I will say though…flying with a toddler is a waaaaaaaaay different experience than with an infant. Neither is without its own particular stresses, but when you can tell the “baby” to “stop kicking the seat” and they just smile and keep kicking…whew. It’s exciting. Other than that “new trick” and the reeeeallllly late and eeeeeeven earlier flight times [I chose], it was pretty uneventful travel!
- Time with Chris’s sibs and meeting our nephew/cousin Walter was seriously so. much. fun. I’m convinced you could stick us in one [relatively large, with soft furniture, puppy chow, a margarita fountain, and some cardboard books...oh, and some bibs for Walter] room and we’d be set for at least a week. With all the quick inside jokes, good-natured teasing, funny stories and baby snuggles, we had the best time and wish it were easier to do more frequently! Jackson still says “Come on, Day-bid” on almost a daily basis, and while Uncle David is convinced this has solidified his spot as Jackson’s favorite, the rest of us know better
- This month Jackson also learned that on Wednesdays when he goes to bible study at the Crossing with me, he gets pizza. Thus, he might be the youngest child to yell “PIZZA” when we get to the parking lot. Part of me thinks I should be ashamed, but I mostly find it hilarious. Here’s to hoping he’ll grow into more intrinsic (vs stomach-driven) desires to join me as he ages!
- Coming in just under the wire on the 25th, he attended his second Mizzou Homecoming game, and his first Homecoming Parade! He enjoyed the: drums, flags, dogs, fire trucks and sounds. In that order. We arrived at the game [post-post-nap meltdown] during the second quarter and managed to stay through the rest of the game! That IS a milestone and we were proud of our little Tiger. Uncle Zach and Aunt Jenn were in town and seemed to enjoy the time with their favorite nephew…I think they like him!
My silly boys.
If you liked the shot of me and Jackson on Facebook, I thought it only fair to share what the next several seconds entailed. Simply put, playground equipment is not geared for those of us past a certain age/height/weight. #awkwardslidedismount
(P.S. Family, if you’ve made it this far…know that there are more photos from this shoot, and I have plans to share them with you in due time )
[Note from the Editor: I have every intent of blogging about things other than my son's monthly updates/catch-ups, but I'm also content to have them as placeholders to keep the blog "active" until such a time as I can make good on my intentions...just so you know!]
Now, back to the expected business at hand, (Grandmas)!
I present, our precious, hilarious, intelligent, and all-other-things-moms-think-about-their-babies, 18-month-old toddler:
Oh, this kid. And he IS a kid. A full-fledged, running-not-walking, constantly bruised, always getting dirty, and growing in sassy-ness, KID! My pride and determination to get this posted before the turn of the month (only 4 days late!) will prevent me from waxing much more nostalgic this month, but we truly are having so much fun with our boy.
He continues to amaze us with his ability to catch onto things, and rather than be braggy about it (because what’s the point in that, anyway…they’re all different and change week to week), let’s just call it what it is: a cry for help, for soon we will be in over our heads with a not-even-2-year-old who can outsmart his parents. He definitely surpassed Oscar well over 6 months ago. It’s only a matter of time.
Ok, so lists are helpful to me and posterity, and they’re quick. And I don’t want this month’s “documentation” to be squandered:
- I think he’s had 5 or 6 haircuts by now. Ridiculous. (And his stylist, Staci, is a rock star. Moving targets + accurate scissors / endless patience = true professional.)
- An ever-increasing vocabulary…which Toodie seems to think comes from all the talking his mom does. I can’t argue, I suppose. And man, is he every bit as fun to listen to as I knew he would be!! My favorite development so far
- Much more steady on his feet, resulting in at least a couple of days between bruises across his forehead. Which bodes well for our parental reputation in the community.
- Still can only make it through about half of a Mizzou Football game…can definitely put away one whole hot dog, though. #priorities
- Got to visit family in Springfield this month while Chris took a CrossFit training course – lots of good time with aunts, uncles and great-grandma! Springfield is forever different since July, but we are so thankful for our wonderful family and their love for us and our boy. It is a special time…even if we were all exhausted after chasing a toddler in not-quite-completely-child-proofed situations for a couple of days! (Oh, and “hooray!!” for Chris, who passed his class!)
- Granny Sue and Grandpa Stan made a quick trip to visit yesterday – Granny Sue got to come to Jackson’s 18 month doctor’s appointment and then took over the “daycare duties” for the day. Grandpa Stan came up in the afternoon to deliver furniture for our basement (in other, bittersweet, Zoo news of the month: Kitties Calvin and Theo found a wonderful new home with a family in Booneville this month…and yes, I did cry when they left, but I know that it’s what’s best for them and am so happy they are getting the attention and love they deserve from a family who can give it to them. The Zoo was over-capacity and now we’re still overwhelmed some days (have you met Oscar?!), but have a bit more breathing room.) Annnnnyway…with our newly cat-free space, we needed new furniture and are excited to make it a place that Jackson can hang out. (See, now it’s about him again!)
- He still eats everything. Except mashed potatoes and stringy hashbrowns. He hasn’t quite developed his mother’s undiscerning, widely accepting palate for potatoes. I still love him.
These two coming up…if that’s not a preview of my 6-, 11-, or 15-year-old son…
Doesn’t meet my typical standards for a “keeper” pic, but Mr. GQ here couldn’t be tossed.
And those toes!!
I digress. Until 19.
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