Say what?!

"Come here, Mommy.  I'll hold you."

I told Beau he hurt my feelings for not listening to me after bathtime.  He was genuinely concerned and wanted to comfort me.  My God, this kid is too much. 

Say what?!

"Please, Mommy.  Please, Mommy, don't leave me.  Love you." 

Beau, doing his best to make me feel absolutely TERRIBLE about dropping him off at school this morning.  Ugh. 

Nine Months!

Our main man Charlie is nine months.  And unfortunately his mommy is terribly busy with work and such other frivilous matters.  As such, my blogging time has been drastically cut.  So I leave you not with a narrative of his most recent exploits, but instead a nice bulleted list. 

*  At his nine month check up the doctor calmed my fears about his recent distaste for formula.  Yes, he's in the 75th percentile for weight.  Apparently there's no problem there. 

*  Charlie is Crawling.  Crawling. Crawling.  He's mobile now and can't be held back.  So don't even try.

*  At nine months, he still has ZERO teeth.  God, I love that toothless smile, but shouldn't he have at least one tooth by now?  Again, the pediatrician said he's AOK.  OK, she's the professional. 

*  He LOVES feeding himself.  He's taken a liking to finger foods and the baby food that comes in a pouch.  What's that you say?  But how can he eat with no teeth?  I have no idea.  But he can.  How can he rip holes in his bottle nipples without teeth?  I have no idea.  But I've had to purchase eight new nipples since Christmas to replace the ones he's torn up. 

*  While he does not want to crawl up the stairs (whew), he does try to crawl on the fireplace, out of the tub, off of our bed, out of the highchair...get the picture? 

*  He still loves Beau.  They're still best buds.  God, I hope this lasts forever. 

Charlie's Best Friend

Bone gave Charlie this special little puppy dog for Christmas.  It's cute, but I guarantee he had no idea how much his grandson would love it.  He screams for joy when the puppy walks to him, or better yet, barks at him.  And man, does that kid love to bounce to the rhythm of that barking.  This is a typical reaction.  It cracks me up everytime. 

Say what?!

"Mommy/Daddy, poo poo, potty, chocolate milk." 

When Beau pee pees or poo poos on the potty he gets a treat; his favorite treat is chocolate milk.  And I bet your mind was thinking something yucky...

"Charlie, this is elephant.  Elephant says, "Pfffff..."

Beau has taken it upon himself to teach Charlie animals and the sounds they make.  Next up, A, B, C's...

"Ma ma, ba ba." 

Not to be left out, Charlie can now ask for a bottle. 

"No, Mommy!  I want Daddy's truck." 

Apparently Billy's truck is a lot cooler than Mommy's.  At least that's what Beau told me when I picked him up from school earlier this week as he threw a temper tantrum in the driveway.  Awesome.  I had to throw him over my shoulder and literally toss him in the Suburban. 

It's Game Day!

By the Numbers - The 2011 Edition

It's that time of year again.  It's time to reflect over the past year and to sum it up with a few choice digits!
 

Beau has actually only had to be woken up 6 times in the morning. 

However, this has occurred 0 times on a weekend. 

During those colicky months I walked approximately 240 miles trying to "walk" Charlie back to sleep - remember he refused to rock...  (Calculation - 60 days, on average 4 times a night, for 20 minutes each time, walking a slow 20 minute mile...)  Oh and this is JUST what I walked at night!!!

Charlie broke 2 pieces off of his exersaucer within the first week he was in it.

It took Charlie 8 months to go from zero to crawling.

It took Charlie 6 days to go from crawling to cruising on the furniture!

I started 2011 with 4 gray hairs.

I now have 8. 

Beau has gotten in trouble 1 time for kissing a girl at school.  And I think that is 1 time too many!!  (Good Lord, I am NOT ready for this.) 

To date Charlie still has 0 teeth, but that doesn't stop him from eating finger foods already!

Just to make sure we're all clear, 240 miles is almost 10 marathons.  Why am I not in better shape?

Oh well!  Here's to 2012 - may it bring more restful nights and fewer gray hairs! 



Merry and Bright!

Christmas 2011 has come and gone, and I swear we are still all recooperating from it.  This was the first Christmas where Beau really "got it."  And it was so much fun!  I can't wait until next year when, hopefully, Charlie is a little more aware too! 

Hooray Christmas!

What?!  Santa's coming?  Shut your mouth!



"Mommy, the cookies are gone."  **  "Wait, who wrote this?"  **  "Oh my goodness, Santa was here!!" 



Santa is very polite and leaves thank you notes for good boys and girls. 

Beau thought daddy's feet could use some sticker decor. 

Apparently so could Paw Paw's face. 

Snacking on "reindeer food."