Growing Up

Mommy Says:

We've been super busy at watching our baby boy become a big boy. And while I have many, many things to update about (including stairs, climbing, new toys, whole milk and pooping in the bathtub) I just can't find the time to do it right now. Soon, I promise. In the meantime, I did find this song on another Mommy's blog and I cried. Big fat ugly tears. And then I had to post it IMMEDIATELY here. It's Brad Paisley's "Anything Like Me" and speaking of watching Tyson becoming a big boy...


I remember saying I don't care either way
Just as long as he or she is healthy I'm ok
Then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen
And said "You see that thing right there well you know what that means"

And I started wondering who he was going to be
And I thought heaven help us if he's anything like me
He'll probably climb a tree too tall and ride his bike to fast
End up every summer wearing something in a cast

He's gonna throw a ball and break some glass in a window down the street
He's gonna get in trouble oh he's gonna get in fights
I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep
It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback if he's anything like me

I can see him right now knees all skinned up
With a magnifying glass trying to melt a Tonka truck
Won't he be a sight with his football helmet on
That'll be his first love til his first love comes along
He'll get his heart broke by the time he's in his teens
And heaven help him if he's anything like me

He'll probably stay out too late and drive his car too fast
Get a speeding ticket he'll pay for mowing grass
He's gonna get caught skipping class and be grounded for a week
He's gonna get in trouble we're gonna get in fights
I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep

It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback if he's anything like me

He's gonna love me and hate me along the way
Years are gonna fly by I already dread the day
He's gonna hug his momma, he's gonna shake my hand
He's gonna act like he cant wait to leave

But as he drives out he'll cry his eyes out
If he's anything like me there's worse folks to be like
Aw he'll be alright if he's anything like me

Touchdown!

Mommy Says:

Remember how Daddy wanted the doctor to yell, "Touchdown!" when Tyson (ahem) came out? And then the Doctor obliged. And I died.

In some sort of strange karma's a bitch moment, Tyson has learned how to throw his arms up to signal a touchdown when Daddy yells "Touchdown!"

I die. Again. This time of cuteness, not of embarrassment.

Rico Suave

Mommy Says:




We had one handsome devil on our hands last weekend at Auntie Katie's wedding. Check this dude out.

Complete with a faux hawk and Nike socks. This kid knows style.

Who Said it Was Easy to Be This Cute?

Mommy Says:

Dear Tyson,

I'm sorry I let your hair look like a mullet before I took you to get your first haircut. I promise that in the future I won't let it get that out of hand again. I also promise that the pictures of you with a mullet may be more traumatizing than the actual haircut was. It's the mullet that will cause you years of tears. The haircut only caused you a few minutes of them.

The haircut actually started out fairly well. I remember thinking what a calm little boy you were. I was that proud parent talking about how nothing phases you.

Then all hell broke loose.

And it wasn't pretty.

But, honey, it's hard work to look that good. Lesson learned?

Love,

Mommy

Summer Bucket List

Mommy Says:

Apparently Summer decided to call it quits early this year. I'd curse it, but we're trying to lay off the curse words these days. At least until we buy Tyson a pair of ear muffs.

Tyson had a few things we needed to check off his first summer bucket list still. It's a good thing we got them in over Labor Day weekend.

First, a Twins game. He'd always wanted to go see the new stadium. He'd heard great things about it from Mommy and Daddy. Last Saturday we packed up a 50 pound diaper bag (no joke) and hauled him off for his first Twins game.

Please ignore the obnoxious Mommy face. Tyson is just as embarrassed for me as you are.

He loved it and proceeded to take studious notes while we were there. I'm fairly certain we'll be coming back in a few years to watch him play for the Twins.

Next on the agenda, his first bonfire. Again-he's heard Mommy and Daddy talk about bonfires quite a bit, but never been able to stay up late enough to see one. With it getting dark earlier (sad) we had the perfect opportunity.

I know, totally framable, huh?

He liked the fire, but quickly became more interested in having Lola chase him around the yard. At least we know we're currently not raising a pyromaniac. I can cross fear #3987 off my list.

No wonder Lola loves him so much.

Alright summer-you lazy b word-bring on fall. We're ready for it.

10 Months

Mommy Says:

Dear Tyson,

Today you are 10 months old. I've decided it's my favorite age so far. I know I'll probably have a hundred favorite ages, but seriously-right now you are just plain awesome. I wish I could bottle this age and save it for when your 16 and most likely not awesome.

You've had a busy month learning lots of fun things like how to open drawers and pull things out of cabinets. You love remotes, cell phones, and Lola's bones. You dance a lot. You move all the time. You're fast. You run away from me when I say I'm going to get you. You laugh when we put you in your swing. You throw balls. You can stand on your own for 5-10 seconds. You pull off our glasses if we attempt to wear them around you. You hit Lola away if she's bothering you too much. You do the same thing to Mommy and Daddy. You say, "yeah" all the time. You climb up stairs. You now drink your snack bottles in a sippy cup. You love to drink from a straw. You stand up in your crib when you don't want to go to sleep. You burrow your head when you're tired. You lift your arms up when you want to be picked up. You cuddle-but only when you're sick.

I love you with every fiber of my being buddy. I am constantly amazed by you and your awesomeness and still not sure how Daddy and I made something as great as you (I know, gross-huh?). Thank you for making my life better every day. Happy 10 month birthday little guy.

Love,

Mommy

Snot and Drool and Puke, Oh my!

Mommy Says:

Last night I laid with a 20 pound ten month old draped across my body for most of the night. Notice I said laid-not slept. He snored louder than Daddy. If he wasn't snoring he was crying. When he woke up the pile of drool and snot on my shoulder was monumental.

This morning I've cleaned two poopy diapers. They were impressive. It's only 9 AM. Then I got puked on. Projectile style.

Being a Mommy is hard.

Being a sick baby is even harder.

Being a Mommy watching her sick baby is perhaps the hardest of all.

Here's to hoping this winter cold & flu season takes it easy on all of us.