Thursday, March 31, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
I'm really trying hard to keep a better handle on my emotions this time around. I'm trying to not letting Daddy's loud chewing bother me. I've turned the music up at dinner to drown out the noise. Also, his snoring, tossing and turning at night-I grin and bare it. I would say the irrational yelling is down tenfold. (Daddy might say differently.)
I cannot say the same thing about the crying.
I cried when we found out (happy tears, of course), I cried when I realized Tyson wouldn't be our baby anymore, I cried when Tyson wouldn't hug me goodbye one morning, I cried when the doctor had to reschedule my first appointment, I cried when I realized chocolate was my food aversion this time around seriously), I cried watching the Biggest Loser, I cried watching the Tide commercials and just last week I cried at swimming lessons.
That was rock bottom. AT swimming lessons means IN PUBLIC. Like where people could see. And I don't even have a belly to justify it at this point. I'm just a strange lady crying at swimming lessons. To make matters worse, swimming lessons are the first "big kid" activity we've enrolled Tyson in. So I'm already that parent embarrassing the crap out of their kid. I probably just got him uninvited from at least 3 two year old birthday parties. Awesome.
I should note that Tyson loves the "ool" and we have since been to a second lesson where I managed to hold it together. I took Tyson in the second time and loved every minute of bubble blowing and splashing. Tyson seems to enjoy the activity time. He's the second youngest in the class, but all of our trips to the pool have paid off-he's definitely not afraid of the water. He's eager to put his ears in the water and loves to jump in again and again.
I couldn't seem to get the camera to work when I wanted to take this picture. Despite what this blog may lead you to believe, the shirt says, "Big Brother" not "Big Bother."
Tyson will be a big brother this October. We couldn't be happier.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Last week you turned 16 months old. This is the part in your monthly letter where I'm supposed to bitch and moan about how I can't believe you're not a baby anymore, but honestly? I'm kinda ok with it. As you inch closer and closer to the big 0-2, I'm beginning to fall more and more in love with this toddler stage. While I still miss rocking you to sleep, it's pretty awesome to ask for (and receive) a hug and kiss goodbye. I miss holding you, but love that you'll hold my hand when I ask you to. I miss hearing your soft baby grunts and coos, but love that we can have an actual conversation together (even if it consists mostly of "no-no" on your end).
I am constantly amazed by your vocabulary. It seems as if each day I discover a new word you know. Some of my recent favorites include:
- three (tree!)
- towel (owl)
You're pretty much a genius and I'm not just saying that because I'm your Mommy. You can point out nearly all of your body parts including your hair, head, nose, eyes, mouth, ears, tummy, hands, fingers, bottom and toes. You love to read your books (ooks) and enjoy pointing out all of the animals to Mommy and Daddy.
If you don't use the above skills to become a doctor or something equally as great, you could always retain a career as a stand up comic. You're becoming quite the ham. You mimic Mommy and Daddy, you dance in the carts when we're shopping so people look at you, if they don't look at you- you will wave at them until they do, you laugh (loudly) at yourself when we ask you if your funny, and you've taken to spinning in circles (like Lola does) when someone comes to the door.
I honestly don't know what our lives would be like right now without you in it, but I know that they would be less fulfilling and less content. Thank you for making us smile every day.
Happy 16 month birthday buddy!
Friday, March 4, 2011
This pretty much summarizes our family dinners now. Tyson and Daddy laughing hysterically. Mommy having no clue what's going on. It's as if they speak a secret boy language that I'll never understand.....
Maybe one day they'll clue me in. Until then, I'll just marvel at the amazing father/son relationship they are building.