Saturday, January 16, 2010

And that was...random.


Alright, back to blogging. Yep, back to blogging...and now what to say? Well, I think we can officially say we have a true walker in the house...and I am sure next week we will have a runner in the house. He walks leaning forward...you know, always trying to get to the next destination because it is so important for him to arrive. He'll power walk his way to pillows and just fall on them and roll all over...so boy. Makes me smile. Love that boy. He has two more teeth...the top two molars are making an entrance. He hasn't been too bad with them...and honestly, I think it probably hurts to get your molars in...that is a lot of tooth (and no, I don't remember getting mine in...I really don't remember anything from being a child...I barely remember last week). He has this new thing where he dumps all of his kitchen toys out (so love this) and sits in the basket...it is funny. He loves to read and will always bring you a book to read and if you say to him, "Want to get in my lap?", he climbs right into your lap...I love it...I mean, I REALLY love it, which means I end up sitting reading (the same book over and over and over again (because there isn't like a hundred other books to choose from)) for much longer than I planned. Hey, I know I won't get this time forever...I'll take it now. I realized this past week that we have an aggressive child - pushes other kids, pulls them, etc...it is really great, just another badge to add to my Mother of the Year vest. Not really sure how to handle, so I have just been acting really aggressive to him (you know, showing him what it feels like)...pushing him, tripping him...you know the normal things moms do to their toddlers. Kidding. We are still trying to figure it out. Any suggestions? Also, we enrolled him in the new children's program at BSF and he cries in there...so shocking (that just isn't him...he is all about peacing me out every chance he gets...Hugh is a TOTAL Daddy's boy...BIG time). I think he must be having some separation anxiety and it breaks my heart. I hate knowing that he is crying in there...I need to be praying about it (clearly).


He showed us this week that he isn't always a snob...gave him Safeway milk and he has been really struggling with his milk all week...figured out he is a Fry's guy. And you know what, that is okay. He is getting much better with his signs and actually started signing "please" this week, which looks more like a monkey scratching his sides, but we know what he means and we'll take it. And he actually made the fire engine sound when I pointed at one this week...it only happened once, but still VERY impressive. Oh, well we (Hugh and I) voted...and we (Hugh) decided that one nap worked better with his schedule...so, we are on one nap a day. Honestly, it hasn't been too bad. Also, we make him stay later in his bed in the morning now since he is only taking one nap...I am sure some of you don't see the logic in that, but I do and that is all that really counts. He loves to point to the sky whenever he sees an airplane. He got his first pair of sunglasses (pictures were unsuccessful). He has his fifteen month appointment this Friday with a new doctor...had to change doctors...darned insurance...honestly, we won't miss the old place...love the doctors, but can't stand all the other people in the office. We will be going to PCH now and have a friend who raves about the service since it is a teaching hospital...also, it is fifteen minutes closer...not complaining about that...not at all. So, he'll get some more shots and new stats. We are still working on training...he cannot pull out every book on his shelf or every toy out (I know, I know...we are SO mean...you'll thank me if he ever comes over to your house)...we know God is faithful in parenting this baby. We know that without the love of God, we would be so lost in this world...not just in parenting. We praise God for His patience and pray we would parent with patience and love. Hugh still loves to be outside (would live outside if he could), gives kisses randomly, be silly, and be all around boy...we love this baby!


I burned my first meal this week...steaks on the grill. Like the whole grill caught on fire and our neighbor called Jake to let him know our yard was "smoky". Jake called me and told me to check the grill, which I did...ran outside and noticed the grill on fire. So, what did I do? Did what any self-respecting female would do...starting bawling like a baby and blaming my husband (thru tears)..."I told you I didn't want to grill." Oh, Lord...please do a number on my heart...I have A LOT to learn and thank you (thank you, thank you) Lord for my amazing and patient husband...I truly am blessed. And yes, Jake still ate some of it...I do have that husband. And yep,...that was random.

5 comments:

AprilJ said...

Dude, Jake should have loved those burned (well done) steaks. It's his once a year shot at having well done red meat!! And now you just need to teach Bay Hugh that Uncle Fokker is piloting every plane he sees.. my kids bought that until just recently. What a cool dude he is. And BTW, if you have a Mother-of-the-year vest, what the heck do I have?? A MOTY trench coat???? HA!

Dos said...

Dos is Amy - too lazy to log out and back in and then type this again.

You are doing a great job with that little boy and you have all the tools you need. Keep up the good work! :) Being a mommy is hard, period.

Ann @TheAssetEdge said...

I caught the grill on fire a year ago - it scared me to death!

The Martins said...

I see him in that picture- he's not pointing at an airplane, he's voting for one nap. 2-0, majority rules.

And the pushing pulling thing? That badge came with the "giving birth to a depraved soul" badge. :)

Mindy said...

Crying over burned meat is totally acceptable! Hugh looks great. Let me know what you think of PCH. Our experience in the ER last week was not that great. Loved the doctors, did not care for the rest of the staff.

Have a great week!