Great MN Get Together

Mommy Says:

Did you know that MN has the 2nd largest state fair in the Nation? Texas has us beat. Some say we could have the lead, but the Texas fair lasts longer which somehow makes it bigger. I'm not sure I get the logic, but whatever...

In true MN fashion we couldn't wait to get Tyson to the fair this year. The manure scented barns, the greasy people eating greasy food, the hot and dusty fairgrounds..it's a right of passage and something we hope he'll look forward to every year.

The little guy was a trooper. We thought we'd do a quick 4 hour early morning trip. 4 hours turned into 8, but we all went home a few pounds heavier- a guaranteed sign of a successful fair trip.

The day was busy.

We took in the view from Daddy's shoulders.

This is great and all, but let's get me some food on a stick!

We rode the giant slide.

That's me--way up at the top. I'm totally not crying because I'm scared to death.

We took pictures next to GIANT tractor.

Am I shrinking?

We met up with Grandmas and Grandpas and Aunts and Uncles and Cousins galore.

Again, totally not crying.

We even managed to sneak Tyson onto a local news broadcast where the weather guy interviewed him and Daddy. We're hoping to get a copy of the video to post here soon. Daddy really wants to expand his 15 seconds of fame into 15 minutes.

We've Got Movement Folks

Mommy Says:

For the past two (ok three) months I've watched patiently as Tyson struggled to explore the world around him. I used nearly every prop I could think of. I might have even bribed him with food. I cheered him on from across the room time after time. I became frustrated with him that he'd come so close to crawling, but just couldn't get there. I didn't put on my crabby pants and start pouting like he did, but man it was. darn. frustrating.

And then one day he just crawled. A little lop sided and only a few paces at a time, but he crawled. And then the next day he crawled some more. And then he discovered he could crawl to get to me. And to get to his toys. And to get to Lola's food and put it in his mouth. That part isn't so great.

To see your child explore the world independently is amazing. A whole new personality has developed. He's strong-he went right from crawling to pulling himself up on everything the very next day. He's brave-within days of figuring out how to pull himself up on the furniture he's discovered how to cruise around it all. He does some amazing one handed furniture swap moves that I'm pretty sure most other 10 month olds wouldn't dare attempt. He's inquisitive-if he sees something new it's the first thing he's drawn too. Come hell or high water he'll make it to that new toy. And he's tough-I've watched him fall down and get back up time and time again.

Soo many people told me I'd regret wishing for him to crawl, but I don't. Not even a teeny tiny bit. I'm loving our mover and shaker. And now I'm bribing him to walk.

PS-Tyson-because I'm your Mommy and I'm probably going to send you into years of therapy anyways, I figured sharing a picture of the face you make while you walk couldn't hurt that much. You should know you usually snort while making this face. We hope it's just a phase as this look and snorting while walking at 10 won't be nearly as cute as it is at 10 months.

Also-SKOL.

Mommy Says:

Go Vikes!

I've Realized I'm Going to Have My Hands Full

Mommy Says:

He's nine months old. He can barely crawl. He can't walk. But apparently pulling yourself up and then ON TOP of the ottoman is no big deal.

Next month I'm certain we will find him on top of the fridge with a Superman outfit on.

An Update on the Little Person Status

Mommy Says:

We've measured Tyson twice since his doctor's appointment last Thursday. Both times he came in at 27.5"-a full inch off of what the doctor measured three separate times at his appointment. This befuddles me, but I prefer to go with our measurements. They put Tyson back in the 30th
percentile for height and not in the 1st. I believe the 30th percentile would no longer qualify him as a little person.

In case you were curious, my attempts at scouring the Internet to see if one could become a little person on their 9 month birthday proved futile, but entertaining. I would say that there are a lot of stupid people on the Internet, but I was the one researching if Tyson could become a little person. Kettle, meet pot.

In the fury of my research and worry, I forgot to post a very important picture--Tyson's 9 month tractor photo! To make up for it, I've posted several 9 month tractor shots. Lucky you!

Little Person? Who you calling a little person?

I've sat on this stupid tractor for 9 whole months. Doesn't it do
anything else?

Let's take a looksie under the hood!

Nine Months!

Mommy Says:

Dear Tyson,

Today you are nine months old. You've spent almost as much time outside of me as you have inside of me. (I know, gross, huh?) For the record, the nine months where you were out of me have gone waaayy faster than the nine months you were in.

To celebrate your birthday we went to the doctor. Super fun, right? You officially weigh in at a whopping 18 pounds 8 ounces. You measure 26.5 inches tall. That puts you in the 18th percentile for weight and the 1st percentile for height. I'm fairly certain the doctor shared my fears that you are becoming a little person. Why else would she measure you three times and tell me you, "proportionate enough." I will now spend the rest of the day researching if a person can turn into a little person at 9 months old.

While, I'm googling away, you've got a lot on your plate at nine months. You're busy working on the following things:

Crawling-you are oh so close. You can go from your tummy to all fours. You can go from all fours to sitting. You can push up into some sort of yoga pose on your toes and finger tips. You can pretty much do anything you need to on all fours except crawl. Soon, right?

Standing/Walking-you love, love, love to stand. You know the meaning of stand up and promptly do so when asked. You pull yourself up on the ottoman, any toy, your crib, Mommy, Daddy, the pack and play and possibly Lola.

Eating-good God kid-do you love to eat. This has got to be a Pavel trait, because I have yet to understand where all that food goes. You eat dinner for what seems like an hour straight. You've really taken to eating independently and now feed yourself most of your meals.

Drinking-from a sippy cup! Wow, huh?

Teeth-they're still coming!! You've got 4 on top and 2 on the bottom with 2 more cutting now. You may be short, but you'll have a full set of teeth by the time you turn 10 months.

Talking-waay more babble this month than last. We think you're now saying Lola-only you say Lala. And you yell it. Perhaps we need to stop yelling at Lola in front of you.

Tyson-not only have you changed immensely in the past nine months, but you've also changed your Mommy and Daddy a ton too. I am a better person, friend, daughter, and wife because of you. I am content. I am so unbelievably happy. I couldn't ask for anything better than your smile. I love the way you look at me after nearly everything you do. I love your shy smile. I love your belly laugh. I love watching your back rise and fall while you sleep. I love the way you burrow your head into my shoulder when you're tired. I love your sweet cling on my arm when you are afraid. But most of all, I love you.

Happy 9 month birthday little guy! And I mean little guy literally.

I'm off to start planning your birthday party. Lord know the mental preparation it will take to accept that I have a one year old will take three months alone.

Love,

Mommy