Eleven Months

What a great way to ring in the new year… with this little meatball hitting the eleven month marker. He’s happy as can be and is already a hit with the ladies. Go get ’em little guy!

  • Weight: 22 pounds
  • Length: 29 inches
  • Crawling in hyper speed like a future track star
  • Eats everything in sight (ate three whole waffles and a full container of yogurt this morning for breakfast)
  • New foods: Loves- beef barley soup…Hates- nothing… literally will not turn anything away
  • Played in the snow for the first time
  • Waves hello
  • Gives kisses
  • Master of the zurbert
  • Loves, loves, LOVES his brother. Smiles and looks for him when ever he hears Jackson’s voice.
  • In love with his mommy. If mom is around and not holding him… tears begin flowing!

My Kids > OCD (Only on December 26th)

Every toy has been unwrapped, opened, put together, had batteries installed and played with. Now to shove them in a corner so the boys can play with the toys Jackson got for his first birthday three years ago. Matching outfits are packed away never to be seen again until the above picture comes out at some holiday get together 20 years from now.

Elfie has returned to the North Pole… (thank god)!!! Santa has come and gone and in his wake is enough cardboard and wrapping paper to pollute the Mississippi River (I still can’t spell without that little tune we learned in third grade). Only one wine glass was broken yet somehow 30 more boxes of decorations than we owned last year seem to have made their way into the attic.

I’ve written about this before, but I still contend that the day after Christmas (especially for someone with OCD) is the worst “day after holiday” of the year. Yea, I know what I’m saying… I was up all night and celebrated a Packers Super Bowl win just a few years ago and had to get up early the next day for work, but that was a joyous wake up… my team won the Super Bowl, so who cares about that day after… I get it… but for me the day after XMAS has always been a disaster.

However, this year… I tried to let it go as best as I could. I let stuff stay out, I didn’t pack up ornaments or the garland on the mantle. the leftovers weren’t nearly packed in separate Tupperware (yup… that’s right, I just covered them with tinfoil). I allows my children to play with their toys and didn’t even make them put one away before playing with another. I sat comfortably while a fire burned warmly in the fireplace, and enjoyed watching my two little boys play together with all the new toys Santa left them the day before.

This Christmas was about them… not me… not anyone… just them… and I enjoyed that much more than a day of OCD controlled cleaning and organizing like I usually do on December 26th… (at least for today).

Eight Months

Stop me if you’ve heard this before, but it feels like just yesterday that this little chunk was born. A lot can happen in eight months… when you take a step back and think about that amount of time in a vacuum it seems like forever, but in this case eight months have flown by. 

  • Weight: large watermelon 
  • Length: second notch on his walker-car
  • Eating pasta, pizza crust, apples and bread
  • Crawling 
  • First Haircut
  • Loves playing w his colored cup-stackers 
  • Enjoys watching the dogs run and around and play
  • Stops crying when Jackson sings “Rock-A-Bye Baby” to him
  • Watched his first regular season Green Bay Packers game (9.10.17- SEA 9 – GB 17)
  • Became a cousin for the first time (to baby Dominic)
  • Loves to laugh

First Day of PREK 3 – TAKE 2

What happens when you wake up the first day of school and you have a fever and are puking all day?  You don’t go to school and lay on the couch with your best friend all day that’s what.  
Poor little guy was sick all day and night.  The sadness on his face as the “boosebus” drove by and he couldn’t get on 😢.  

But, don’t worry we carry on. So today 9.1.17 was  the First Day of School: Take 2.

First Day of PREK 3

As I walk downstairs, still dark and quiet in the house, I see the little setup for Jackson’s big day. I can’t help But struggle between a smile and tears. To think that he is beginning his first full year of preschool is both scary and satisfying. It represents such an accomplishment for this little guy. The growth he has shown in his development is a mark of his determination and ability to overcome any obstacle in his way. 

I can’t help but think of some of the difficulties we have faced over the past three years and how hard he’s worked to continue to be better each day at whatever he does. As an educator I remind myself it’s not about being the best at everything, but more importantly about the growth and development that our children show every day.

Good luck on your first day of preschool… I know you’re going to do great things.  

Dad’s 1st day and Jax’ first day:

First day bookbags

Seven Months

Seven months already.  Oliver was born seven freaking months ago… it’s so hard to fathom that this little monster is already more than a half a year old. 

Seven months of puke, poop and crying… but more importantly seven months of unconditional love. 

  • Weight: 18.2lbs
  • Length: 
  • First Eats: Pasta, ice cream, Soft pretzel (did not like the salt)
  • Favorite Book: How Much I Love You
  • First tooth
  • Laughs 
  • Picks things up 
  • Loves mommy’s phone
  • Says, “bah”
  • Drinks from a sippy-cup
  • Enjoys laying in his crib with Jackson