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Sticky Fingers

There are few things my son will eat.  Can you guess which 1, of the 5 things he’ll eat, is his favorite?

Chocolate pudding (along with total cereal, corn puffs, popcorn and yogurt if we’re lucky).  This is not the diet I want him eat.  We are trying a few things to broaden his food horizons.  He gets 3 different foods at every meal- one always being something bland like cereal or crackers, the others being something we are eating.  We try to include him in all of our meals, and other than a few moments to tend to him, we try to not pay him too much attention while eating.  I’m finding that if I watch him eat and ask him to try things he’s less likely to try the food.  If we ignore him he at least takes a few bites without us “noticing.”  He’s a bit of an entertainer- bedtime is another whole story that I’m too frustrated to appreciate at this point.


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Little man’s art work

When you don’t see or hear your little man, always go check on him immediately.  Why? Because you may end up finding this….

Somehow he reached the Desitin container and was able to get the lid off.  When we discovered him he was so proud and excited to show us his hands….

He had traces of it everywhere… in his hair, on his elbow, a few dabs on his shirt, a glob on his lip, and interestingly  a huge smudge on his bare belly yet his clothes were nearly spotless.  Apparently, he liked the way it squished between his hands…

I captured his masterpiece as the husband tried to clean him off. I think his floor art turned out nicely.  I’m just glad he decided to do this on the hardwood instead of the carpet.  I might even to to print and frame his first masterpiece.

In the grand scheme of things, I couldn’t even be upset with him.  I was almost proud.   He was totally entertained and was merely exploring his creative juices.  It could have been worse, like permanent marker.  Always trying to keep things in perspective.

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opinions, body language, and desire for sweets.

13 months has embarked a brand new list of adventures in the life of my little man.  His personality doesn’t just shine…it’s a beaming ray of light.  Seldom does he display shyness.  He wears his expressions and you rarely have to guess how he feels about something. He’s quite the little actor.  He’s picked up a few gestures that make me laugh EVERY time.

Here we have “oh-no”

“So Big” (he’s been doing this for a while, but I’ve never captured the moment very well)

and just generally excited (imagine kicking of feet and high pitched squeal to accompany this face).

“cheese” (followed by a sprint to the camera).

While I don’t have pictures to document, the little man has a crazy temper too.  I’m sure it’s a combination of the husband and my worst.  He’ll begin with a full body tensing and near shaking for a split second, followed by arching of the back and either collapsing on the floor and banging his head or running into the bathroom to hide by the garbage can (not sure why he picked that spot?!).  We’re working on the “I need mom right now” clingy-ness, but all in all he’s an amazingly chill and goofy little man.

The other night I had an extremely late night at work, I came home to find this…

yep, that’d be a little man in a big bed.  When Caleb had strep throat we started letting him sleep with us.  It was a comforting tool for both of us.  We were attempting to sleep in 20 minute intervals, bringing him to bed just made more sense.  Everyone achieved some sleep, versus the shift work of sleep attempts between the husband and I.  When he sleeps the entire night in his crib he sleeps until about 6 AM, in our bed he sometimes sleeps as late as 7:15 AM.  Of course I always want to stay in bed with him, since starting your day with him resting his head on my chest and shooting me a charming smile is the highlight of my day and I hate giving up snuggle minutes for meaningless prep time.

The most challenging task has been his picky eating.  Getting him on a human diet (as opposed to baby food) has been a challenge.  Usually cereal, yogurt, and some fruit he’ll eat (if it’s the right texture).  Anything else is a crap shoot.  If you have suggestions on how to get a 13-month old to expand his food horizons I’m all ears.  He won’t even eat Cheese.  That’s a bit embarrassing for me, being from Wisconsin.  Cheese might be the only ingredient that I willingly digested as a child. He has however decided that he is old enough to manuever the spoon.

He does pretty good.  Another new favorite of his is digging into the cereal box to get the flakes himself.  I got hooked on Total when I was pregnant, and apparently so did he…

What shocks me is he’ll get a treat (from people who will remain un-named) and he remembers where they were on the counter, point and say “ttt” I’m assuming that means “I want that.”  He LOVES sweets, so much it almost makes me ill just thinking about it.  I had a bowl of Jelly Beans on the table from a small gathering.  He managed to sweet talk his way into getting one and hasn’t backed down since.  It was to the point that we’d come downstairs in the morning and he’d immediately point to the bowl of jelly beans.  Anything that even looks like sweets has been hidden in a concealed area.  It’s amazing what the little sponges are soaking up right now.

It has been so fun, it’s hard to believe how much changes everyday.

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Despite Diesel’s opinion, he really does love his little brother.  We might’ve had a few treats to convince Diesel to stay. 

What I find more humorous is that Little man has learned a few traits from his big brother, such as carrying around his toys…..in his mouth.

Yet both have a serious fascination with the dishwasher.  As soon as the dishwasher opens they both make a B-line to get there first!

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All in the details- 1st (GOLDEN) birthday party

Two weeks ago we celebrated little mans GOLDEN birthday.  Being that it was golden and I was needing some serious creativity in my life I opted to have a little fun.  I decided that we’d go with a little “digger” theme inspired by an adorable cake I had seen in Family Fun Magazine (I think last year).  It looks a lot harder than it really was. In fact Brent was so excited by it we ended up having to make two, a contest if you will. The jury is still out…let me know which one you think is better…for the kindred hearts I also made dirt cups too (Complete with worms 🙂

The tables were adorned with a few black and yellow streamers follow by toy tools, orange cones and construction hats.  (It helps to work for a place with lots of fun supplies such as hard hats and orange cones).

Being a March birthday can be kind of blah, because of weather (I might know something about a march birthday) so we opted to have the party at a local hotel with access to the pool, and all the needed logistical supplies in the party room.  Here are a few more details to help showcase the theme.

I’m a big fan of functional things, I didn’t quite realize that the dump truck was this functional when I bought it.  Nothing like a mom stealing her sons toys to decorate.

Nothing screams 1st birthday like a birthday banner across the front of his high chair (and the birthday boy playing peek-a-boo with the camera)

Lastly, beyond the swimming available I also had 1 game.  An ingenious idea, again out of Family Fun (same edition as the cake) of having a trap-door construction cone pinata.  I completely neglected to take any pictures of it.  It was a construction cone filled with treats.  The bottom was covered with a piece of cardboard.  The cardboard had a large half circle cut in the bottom (the size of the cone base) and many other small slits.  In each slit I stuck a streamer (plastic works best) with one taped to the trap door.  When the children pulled on a streamer if it was not attached to the trap door, they simply pulled the streamer out.  If it was attached to the trap-door, the treats fell and the children piled on.  I thought this route was a much safer route than a child swinging a stick blindfolded.  I’ve already had my share of pinata injuries (that’s a whole other story).

I’ll work on digging up the invitations that my mom and I made.  Otherwise, that concludes a golden “digger” first birthday party.  At least I have proof to share in 10 years when he complains about how big of a deal that his sister whose turning 10 on the 10th has a huge ordeal….of course this is all hypotheical

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My sweet little pea pod

Costume 2 of 3…need I say more?

His cousin Payton was Dorothy so for Trick or treating we all dressed up as cast members from the Wizard of Oz…Caleb was the lion(brother has those pics).  Costume 1 is more of a sleeper- but he is quite Charming as skeletor, don’t you think?

Gotta love this thinking face 😉

More updates to follow…

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tiny blessings

I sit here and type with my little man curled up on my chest sleeping away because I’m not willing to pass this opportunity by.  I could have a hands free moment and offer him to the bouncy seat, swing, or cradle…all wonderful in their own way…but I love to be with him every minute of every day. Right now he has a nasally little breathing pattern going, almost a miniature snore that I absolutely love.

But as I look back at this past week, I can already see his features changing ever so slightly.  I want to remember every little detail of him- his looks, his features, his sounds.  And so thanks to advice from others we have begun capturing everything via camera and video.  Please note: this is for me as much it is the rest of the world, so that I can remember what my first few weeks with my son were like.

Your ears– they were the first thing I remember focusing in on immediately after you were born.  When they set you on my chest I couldn’t help but notice how perfect they were.  I knew you could hear everything around you (which was affirmed by you hearing test) and so I began talking with you whenever we were together.  It has paid off….when you begin to scream I can get close to you and say “Caleb, it okay, mommy is here” you tend to settle down and really focus in with your eyes.  It seems to bring you some comfort even if temporary and that makes my well with tears of joy.

Your forehead and hair– your full head of hair is what has caught the attention of so many.  You are blessed my dear, and what most of your uncles and grandpa wouldn’t give for a head of hair like yours.  The top of your head and forehead are the carpet by which I like to run my lips over giving you sweet kisses while you sleep.  It’s the platform for my hands to make you feel secure.  Your dark hair is so long and soft and entertains daddy.  He loves to find different styles to give you just a hint more personality (as if you needed any help in that department).  This is one feature that we certainly can account to mom for….as she was born with a full head of dark black hair and needed a haircut at 3 weeks old.

Your eyebrows might not be the most defined at this stage in the game, but it is the one feature which you utilize most often to give your face expression.  You have tendency to raise them as you look at me, or to crinkle them up as you are just waking up.  Your eyebrows tell me a little more about you each time I look at you.  Your expressions are priceless, and your dreams must be vivid as you are constantly making the faces to suggest so.

Your Hands and Arms are constantly busy.  You have a way of always getting your hands up by your face.   You love to fall asleep with your cheeks resting on your hands.  Your long fingers were accompanied by long fingernails which we were advised to nibble off to prevent the risk of cutting or tearing them at this paper-thin stage.  You scare mom all the time by you tactile ways if grabbing your face.  You’ve had a few scratches to the face already so we’ve had to hide those beauty’s in mittens.  I admire your hands for all the wonderful works they will create, or the words they will write.  Your hands are constantly exploring the world around you.

Your 10 long toes and 2 skinny feet is one of my most favorite places to admire.  Dad immediately blamed mom for your scaly feet- which was actually due to you being over done- or 2 weeks overdue! Mom loves to rob your soft little heels while you feed or sleep.  Your little piggies seem as long as your beautiful fingers.  You often buckle your legs to your chest as if there just isn’t enough room in my arms. Your leg bones and feet still have slight curve to them thanks to 9 months of tight quarters.  Just today as you were being changed you did a full body stretch.  It was glorious (for me anyway)!

Your cheeks and mouth are character traits on most infants. I think you get your mouth from your daddy. Your top lip sticks out ever so slightly over the bottom lip.  Your lips harness the cooing and smacking when you are hungry to teh wailing cries when you are mad or uncomfortable.  Your cry is so uncomfortable for mom to hear, but very sweet at the same time.  Your lips help communicate your needs and your cheeks go along with the party.  Speaking of cheeks, they are so round, soft, an d flow right into your expanding neckline .  When you smile in your sleep or while eating (which makes a mess) a small dimple emerges.  You smile so big sometimes we see your gums and tongue.  You also yawn and each time you pucker your lip to the right side…a trait I still tease your daddy about!

Your eyes stole my heart from the moment I met you.  When they laid you on my chest you looked up to me within a few seconds.  Your greyish blue eyes tell me so much about you.  While you are still learning to focus, you spend most of your waking hours looking around.  You have been alert from the moment you were born.  And it’s not uncommon for your curiosity to pull the expressions right out of you.  Each morning ( around 4 AM) we spend a little cuddle time just looking at each other.  There is so much conviction and trust in your eyes.  Even when you sleep, your eyes tell me that you are exploring the world of your dreams.  When you look at me I melt into a little ball of wax, yearning to watch you glow.  I spend countless hours just looking at you, admiring every hair that is out-of-place, every crusty spit up that has nestled on your neck, and every crinkle in your face that bleeds with expression.

Little man, I am so in love with you.  You are one tiny little blessing that has stolen your momma’s heart.

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