Buh-bye!

Mommy Says:

We're probably going to use this video as a supplement to Tyson's Mensa application.

PS: Unfortunately Tyson wasn't wearing a denim diaper for this video. I apologize. Hopefully Mensa will be able to overlook it.

Interview with a Daddy

In honor of Father's Day, an interview with one of the greatest Dads I know....Tyson's daddy!

Daddy Says:

1-What is your favorite part of being a Daddy?

My favorite part of being a Daddy is knowing that Tyson is a creation of our love and knowing that we will shower him with unconditional love forever.

2-How has your life changed since becoming a Daddy?

No longer do I measure success in how well I'm doing in my own life-I now measure success by how good of a job I can do in raising Tyson to be a quality person.

3-What surprises you about being a Daddy?

That I totally forgot what I did with my time before I became a Daddy. And that becoming a parent with my wife has allowed us to get even closer to each other in ways that are beyond what we had before Tyson.

4-What would you teach other new Daddies?

I would teach them that you and your wife had better have a solid relationship before having a child. No longer do you simply make concessions based on the two of you, you now have to put the child before any decision you and your wife will make. I would also tell them that although it is hard at times, you will find rewards in things that you've never thought of before, like the first time you child rolls over, smiles, laughs, babbles, puts pressure on their feet, or sits up on their own. It's all worth more than words can describe.

Tyson you have the most amazing, loving, and playful Daddy. I hope one day you look up to him as much as I look up to my Daddy.

Happy Father's Day to Tyson's Daddy, my Daddy, and all of the other Daddies out there!

Ah Ball!

Mommy Says:

Warning: Cute baby video below. Proceed with caution.

PS: Yes Tyson, you really did say ball before you said Momma. Or Mommy. Or Ma. Or any form of the word Mom. Please see previous post regarding paybacks.

PPS: I'd like to think my voice isn't nearly as annoying in person as it is on video.

Tyson is Old and Mommy is Sad

Mommy Says:

You were totally screwed out of a post last week, so I plan on making it up with two this week. Ambitious? Maybe, but I like to set lofty goals.

Remember on Tyson's seven month birthday (and nearly every other birthday post before that) I talked about how I didn't want him to get any older. Well, he is. And he's doing so many big boy things now.

Like riding in his big boy car seat. I may have shed a tear when we put him in it-don't judge. I remember buying it before he was born and thinking,"We won't need that for a LONG time-like until he's big." Apparently he's now big.

He's also sitting. On his own. For however long he feels like it. I did not cry for this one as I was super happy to now take pictures with backgrounds other than the carpet and/or his playmat.

And walking-with help of course. BUT-he's walking!

And....(this is big folks) he's talking!!! Yep, last Thursday night as we waited for Daddy to get home I swore I heard him say Dada, Ahda, and Daddy several times. Unfortunately, he didn't show off his new found skills to Daddy when he got home and so Daddy thought Mommy was crazy and making stuff up.

And Friday he didn't talk at all. So I looked super stupid and crazy.

But on Saturday....Tyson talked all. day. long. Dada, Ahda, Daddy, Ba, and Hi. It's like he figured it out and didn't want to quit. Hopefully I'll catch the babble soon on video for everyone to hear the cuteness.

In conclusion, Tyson is no longer little. Tyson is big. Mommy is sad. Mommy is not crazy.

PS-Tyson-I'm still wallowing in the fact that your first word was not Momma. Paybacks are a bi@%$. I'm just sayin.

Literally Too Stinkin Cute

Mommy Says:

I bet you think this picture is cute.

I mean, what's not to love about it-a smiling baby playing happily in his excersaucer. Too stinkin cute-even with the bucket of drool rolling down his shirt.

Would you still think it's a cute picture if I were to tell you he's pooping?

Yep, pooping. How do I know? Because every time we put him in his excersaucer, he poops.

Every. Single. Time. And then he smiles all proud like, "Hey, come see what I did."

It's weird that our kid poops in his excersaucer like it's a toilet, right?

PS: I swear this now makes like post #107 about Tyson pooping. I'm sorry. It was just too strange to pass up.

Seven Months

Mommy Says:

Dear Tyson,

Today you are seven months old. Daddy reminded me that you are now officially closer to one year old than you are to being a newborn baby. He always has the best news. He's right too-I hate it when he's right. I admit it, you're getting older. I love watching you learn each new thing, but sometimes find a part of me cringing with each accomplishment. You're no longer the little bundle we brought home from the hospital who relied on his Mommy for everything. There were days that I prayed for this moment and now that it's here I just want to turn back the clock and hold you for one more nap.

These days you don't like to be held for longer than five minutes. You like to kick and bounce and stand up and roll and shake your booty (seriously, I've got to post a video of this soon-it will totally embarrass you). You love to move! I'm trying to save my energy now because when you figure out how to crawl I'm certain I'll never sit down again.

You're curious, precocious, and flirtatious. Every new person we see is your instant best friend. Shy isn't in your vocabulary-you obviously get this from your Daddy.

You're teething. Bad. I feel like I could scream out and cry with you in pain. You poor, poor thing. And Mommy and Daddy have been getting up with you every day at 4 AM-us poor, poor things too.

You've moved up to level 2 foods and now get to enjoy the culinary likes of blended mac and cheese (which, seriously, eww-the smell alone is enough to make me never eat mac and cheese again). You're also dabbling in Biter Biscuits, Puffs, and Wagon Wheels which are helping you learn to feed yourself. We're pretty sure it's also a good diet plan as only half of what we give you ever ends up in your mouth. The other half is in your toes, your hair, your diaper, the floor-everywhere.

You give high fives and you wave. Seriously, you do. Remember when you were totally smart at three months because you grabbed onto your toys? You just continue to prove your high IQ level time and time again.

You're just starting to make some real baby talk-like the googoo gaga kind-not like the ahhh I can scream kind. You babble a lot and sometimes we think we can hear some actual words mixed in there.

Move it or lose it Mommy-I've got places to go, people to meet and I'm not getting any younger here.

Happy seventh month birthday little guy! You've made the last seven months the most happiest of my life. We love you lots.



Love,



Mommy

All I Want For Memorial Day is His Two Bottom Teeth

Mommy Says:

Better late than never, right?

It's been a stretch to find time to post pictures and updates of our Memorial Day weekend since the majority of it (and the rest of this week) was spent utilizing my hand as a human teething ring and my hip as an improvised baby seat. Typing is surprisingly difficult with one hand in your child's mouth for 90% of the day.

Good news is-I see the pearly whites finally peaking out-that should mean the fussiness stops soon, right? (RIGHT? Someone please save my sanity and tell me I'm right.)

We did manage to have a wonderful weekend with friends and family despite the general teething crankiness.

We took Tyson on his first boat ride. He would have preferred to drive the boat himself, but the whole seeing over the wheel thing managed to get in the way. He loved the speed, the bumps, and the waves, but hated the life jacket.

I could totally use that life jacket as a booster seat and take you for a spin.

We went swimming in the pool. Tyson discovered how to splash which is totally awesome. I'm not sure why we worked so hard to teach him that. Note to self for next baby-blowing bubbles would be a better first pool skill.

If I kick hard enough, I bet I could splash water in Daddy's eyes.

We played with friends. By the way, are arranged marriages in the US legal? Cause I'd be totally fine with a cute daughter-in-law like that. PLUS she's way smart, already has her two bottom teeth, and says, "Dadda." Impressive, huh?

I probably should learn to sit up on my own before I go on my first date.

And we managed to sneak in a little family time together too.

It just doesn't get any better than this.

We had a wonderful weekend. Hope yours was great too!