Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
It's Possibly I May Have Turned My Child Into a Male Whore
Two months ago, Tyson responded to "Give Mommy a kiss!" by sticking (ok, slapping) his hand up to my mouth and letting me kiss it. I'm pretty sure his confusion stemmed from my desire to teach him to blow kisses at a young age. That said, people were a little taken a back when they asked for a kiss and received a hand slap to the mouth.
In a desire to curtail this social faux pas, we've worked really hard at learning how to give kisses the correct way.
Perhaps this was my first mistake. What mother works hard at teaching her son to give kisses? I can see his "16 and Pregnant" reality show now.
He was a fast learner. Within a month he had the gentle head tilt and kissing noise down pat. He would eagerly give us kisses bye-bye. I die of cuteness. He would give Grandmas and Grandpas their long awaited kisses with ease. They die of cuteness. And we would spend our entire night time routine saying "nigh-nigh" and giving more kisses. I die again.
A few weeks ago, he started asking for Lola during our night time routine. She would come running and he would bend down to gently give her a kiss through his crib rails. I die and go immediately to heaven
Last week, during our night time routine, between his kisses to Mommy and Daddy he bent down and gave his Ellie and Mickey kisses too ( Ellie and Mickey are his blankies that he sleeps with every.single.night. He carries them EVERYWHERE he can and he makes a mad dash to them each time we arrive home-they really should be a whole other post). Considering it's conceivable that he might love Ellie and Mickey more than Mommy and Daddy, kissing them was only appropriate and again, undeniably cute.
This week, during our night time routine, he has barely acknowledged that Mommy and Daddy were even in the room. Much of his time has been spent kissing Ellie, Mickey, his stuffed cow, his glow worm that plays his night time songs, the animals around his crib guard, the stuffed monkey on his rocking chair and even his blanket. Rinse and repeat. The kid spends more time making out with the items in his crib than I do with his Daddy.
In a desire to curtail this social faux pas, we've worked really hard at learning how to give kisses the correct way.
Perhaps this was my first mistake. What mother works hard at teaching her son to give kisses? I can see his "16 and Pregnant" reality show now.
He was a fast learner. Within a month he had the gentle head tilt and kissing noise down pat. He would eagerly give us kisses bye-bye. I die of cuteness. He would give Grandmas and Grandpas their long awaited kisses with ease. They die of cuteness. And we would spend our entire night time routine saying "nigh-nigh" and giving more kisses. I die again.
A few weeks ago, he started asking for Lola during our night time routine. She would come running and he would bend down to gently give her a kiss through his crib rails. I die and go immediately to heaven
Last week, during our night time routine, between his kisses to Mommy and Daddy he bent down and gave his Ellie and Mickey kisses too ( Ellie and Mickey are his blankies that he sleeps with every.single.night. He carries them EVERYWHERE he can and he makes a mad dash to them each time we arrive home-they really should be a whole other post). Considering it's conceivable that he might love Ellie and Mickey more than Mommy and Daddy, kissing them was only appropriate and again, undeniably cute.
This week, during our night time routine, he has barely acknowledged that Mommy and Daddy were even in the room. Much of his time has been spent kissing Ellie, Mickey, his stuffed cow, his glow worm that plays his night time songs, the animals around his crib guard, the stuffed monkey on his rocking chair and even his blanket. Rinse and repeat. The kid spends more time making out with the items in his crib than I do with his Daddy.
Next week I'll probably see him copping a feel on the stuffed cow.
It's possible I may have turned my child into a male whore, but at least he can now kiss properly.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Photo Friday-18 Month Tractor Shots & VIdeo!
Many of you know that we've been taking a picture of Tyson on his John Deere tractor every month since birth. We are not farmers nor do we wish we were. Neither of us has a strange affinity for John Deere. In fact, we despise the John Deere colors (hello, packer fans). That said, each month we have faithfully taken a picture of Tyson laying, then sitting, and then standing next to his John Deere tractor. It's become one of my favorite ways to measure his growth and remember what a little tiny baby he was just a few short months ago.
This month we FINALLY brought the tractor outside and realized that not only can he stand next to the John Deere, he can DRIVE the John Deere.
This month we FINALLY brought the tractor outside and realized that not only can he stand next to the John Deere, he can DRIVE the John Deere.
I guess that's what 18 months can do. Someone help prop me up before I realize what 18 years will do.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
18 Months
Dear Tyson,
Today you are 18 months old and I am back to crying in a corner over how quickly you've grown up. Is it really only 6 more months until you turn 2? I'll try and type through the tears.....
You've kept us quite entertained in the last month with all of your new tricks and antics. As you've seen, you're clearly a great hopper. You've also learned how to roll, spin in a circle, and do somersaults. I know Daddy will hate me for saying this, but if the Men's Gymnastic team has a spot open for the Winter Olympics in 2022, I'm certain you can fill it. You've already perfected your floor routine.
You're also very smart. You count to three when asked by holding up one finger and saying, "to tree!" You have a new found love of puzzles and can even complete one or two of them all on your own. You'll probably the first Olympic gold medalist who is also in Mensa.
Your vocabulary is growing daily. You can repeat most words we ask you to say. Which is scary. Some of my new favorite words you use consistently are:
-Uh-oh! (yes, I know that this is not really a word, but seriously? Cutest thing ever)
-Cartoon (possibly a nod to my poor parenting, but again CUTE)
-Bye (buh-bye!)
-Hi (hieeee)
-Park (pawk)
You're adorable. You ask for help by taking our hand and leading us to what you want. I'm pretty sure you do this because you realize that when you hold our hand you have us wrapped around your little finger -literally and figuratively.
You seem to be deloping more of Mommy's shy personality. You love to smile and wave to people, but if they happen to look at you or (God forbid!) talk to you, you're quick to latch on to Mommy and Daddy.
As you can see, you are easily the cutest, smartest, funniest, and most athletic 18 month old I've ever known. I pray that we are filling your life with the same love and joy that you fill ours with.
Happy year and a half little buddy!
Love,
Mommy
Today you are 18 months old and I am back to crying in a corner over how quickly you've grown up. Is it really only 6 more months until you turn 2? I'll try and type through the tears.....
You've kept us quite entertained in the last month with all of your new tricks and antics. As you've seen, you're clearly a great hopper. You've also learned how to roll, spin in a circle, and do somersaults. I know Daddy will hate me for saying this, but if the Men's Gymnastic team has a spot open for the Winter Olympics in 2022, I'm certain you can fill it. You've already perfected your floor routine.
You're also very smart. You count to three when asked by holding up one finger and saying, "to tree!" You have a new found love of puzzles and can even complete one or two of them all on your own. You'll probably the first Olympic gold medalist who is also in Mensa.
Your vocabulary is growing daily. You can repeat most words we ask you to say. Which is scary. Some of my new favorite words you use consistently are:
-Uh-oh! (yes, I know that this is not really a word, but seriously? Cutest thing ever)
-Cartoon (possibly a nod to my poor parenting, but again CUTE)
-Bye (buh-bye!)
-Hi (hieeee)
-Park (pawk)
You're adorable. You ask for help by taking our hand and leading us to what you want. I'm pretty sure you do this because you realize that when you hold our hand you have us wrapped around your little finger -literally and figuratively.
You seem to be deloping more of Mommy's shy personality. You love to smile and wave to people, but if they happen to look at you or (God forbid!) talk to you, you're quick to latch on to Mommy and Daddy.
As you can see, you are easily the cutest, smartest, funniest, and most athletic 18 month old I've ever known. I pray that we are filling your life with the same love and joy that you fill ours with.
Happy year and a half little buddy!
Love,
Mommy
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