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MOMMY, GRAYSON, & SANTA 2008
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(I wasn't planning on having my picture taken too, but it was the only way he would stop crying!)
Friday, November 21, 2008
FLASHBACK FRIDAY
SANTA & GRAYSON 2007
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MOMMY, GRAYSON, & SANTA 2008
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(I wasn't planning on having my picture taken too, but it was the only way he would stop crying!)
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MOMMY, GRAYSON, & SANTA 2008
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(I wasn't planning on having my picture taken too, but it was the only way he would stop crying!)
Friday, November 14, 2008
FLASHBACK FRIDAY & FUN IN THE TUB
We all remember the troll doll hair, right? :)
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And now for his latest trick.........
tub toots!!!!
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And now for his latest trick.........
tub toots!!!!
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
Leaps and Bounds = Cuts and Bruises
At 15 months, Grayson has kicked his development into high gear. He's shifted into a toddler at warp speed. It seems that every day, he's got a new skill to show off, a new adorable trick to make us smile, a new way to get into things he couldn't get into before. Late last week, he somehow managed to climb up onto the ice chest that we have sitting on the patio.
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You would've thought he had climbed Mt. Everest by the proud look he gave to all his onlookers (me & Bentley). You can see how he strategically placed his "walkie talkie" and juice cup. He has also mastered the art of standing in his new Fisher Price chair and then jumping onto his bean bag
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(thank you Daddy for teaching him such skills). And then there was the other night where he climbed up onto the glider ottoman, unsupported, bobbling back and forth like a drunk surfer, where he then leapt into thin air and landed on the edge of his wheeled truck. Of course, he will never again repeat this Spidey-Man-leap because Mommy screamed a horrific "Nooooooooo!" as loud as humanly possible, thus scaring the pee right out of him!
I can't remember when he started the cute habit of suddenly, in the midst of active block thrashing, lying down on the floor and batting his eyelashes - everything seems like it's new, but also like he's been doing it forever. I'm chasing after him, mostly trying to keep him from throwing himself headfirst off of the porch onto the cement sidewalk, and, unless he's sleeping, I don't have a chance to pause. I'm tired, I can't collect my thoughts enough to make a coherent sentence or finish a conversation, and there's never enough caffeine. I don't get to finish hot drinks or take-out while he's awake and with me, but even after the countless lukewarm lattes, lemon pepper chicken, and cups of tea, I still keep ordering and making more.
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There are drawers he can yank open that he couldn't open before - drawers that sometimes pinch his fingers, but he still opens and shuts them. He's discovered the wonders of opening and closing the toilet lid and the flushing mechanism is the greatest thing man's invented to this date. He wiggles behind the desk to grab the computer cords and gets stuck. He bounces off the bean bag with such force that he throws himself up to a half stand. He climbs up stairs and then tries to roll down them. He's stained the carpet and the wall with his blueberry-mushing-than-flinging-skills, and shaken the baby latches on the "no-no cabinets" so hard, he's broken 4 out of 8. Baby proof my arse!
At a grandparent's house, he hoisted himself up on to a low shelf and proceeded to army crawl across it, a foot and a half off the floor. I hovered next to him to keep him from tumbling off the edge, as I do when he climbs stairs or tries to wiggle around on rail-less playground equipment.
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My life is now a whirlwind of hovering, and holding my breath as I watch him take yet another fall. He toddles across the soft grass to get to the pavement, where he then scrapes his bare knees against the rough sidewalk because he forgets to step up and then I just scoop him up and take him inside. He puts out his arms and throws himself toward me - or almost anyone - trusting that he'll grab on to us and he won't fall. Even when he bounces off - as he did off of our dog, Bentley, twisting to the ground and banging his head on the carpet, he just looks around trying to figure out a new way to master his next jump. He simply looks shocked, shakes his head, and then gets back up and throws himself at something else. He is such a trusting daredevil.
Just yesterday, he climbed up his "Mt Everest" again,
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and in the blink of an eye, was face down. On the ground. His arms were out in front of him and his little legs spread apart like he was being frisked. He had fallen......or jumped...who knows? What our neighbors do know is that this little, angelic boy who is always smiling and pointing at the birds, was now in the most horrific pain and his mommy hadn't been watching him.
I ran out on the porch and stopped in horror as I saw my little baby laying there, unable to move. I gently scooped him up and carried him inside to access the damage.
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His poor little forehead had been scraped as well as his nose and chin.
I felt lower than the dirt underneath his fingernails. No, lower.
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I took him inside and bandaged him up. He thought he looked funny when he saw his reflection in the mirror. There was that sweet little laugh that I long for each day. He was going to be fine. Just fine.
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I dragged the ice chest into the garage for safe keeping and when I returned, I was in utter disbelief! I saw through the open patio door, Grayson sitting Indian-style in the old, rickety rocking chair on the patio. Backwards.
At this point, I can't think of anything funny to describe the way my heart sunk into my flip flops. I walked slowly and quietly trying so hard not to startle him, thus making him fall back and crack his scull.
I gently placed my arms around him, picked him up, gave him the biggest hug and a million kisses, fastened him securely into his highchair, and drug the old, rickety rocking chair to the garage.
I know Grayson will get even more bumps and bruises as the years go on, but it's my job to keep him safe or at the very least, try.
I quickly snapped this picture after nap time today. He apparently hasn't learned that he's not the spidey-man/daredevil he thinks he is.
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I'll keep watching him and keep holding my breath.
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You would've thought he had climbed Mt. Everest by the proud look he gave to all his onlookers (me & Bentley). You can see how he strategically placed his "walkie talkie" and juice cup. He has also mastered the art of standing in his new Fisher Price chair and then jumping onto his bean bag
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(thank you Daddy for teaching him such skills). And then there was the other night where he climbed up onto the glider ottoman, unsupported, bobbling back and forth like a drunk surfer, where he then leapt into thin air and landed on the edge of his wheeled truck. Of course, he will never again repeat this Spidey-Man-leap because Mommy screamed a horrific "Nooooooooo!" as loud as humanly possible, thus scaring the pee right out of him!
I can't remember when he started the cute habit of suddenly, in the midst of active block thrashing, lying down on the floor and batting his eyelashes - everything seems like it's new, but also like he's been doing it forever. I'm chasing after him, mostly trying to keep him from throwing himself headfirst off of the porch onto the cement sidewalk, and, unless he's sleeping, I don't have a chance to pause. I'm tired, I can't collect my thoughts enough to make a coherent sentence or finish a conversation, and there's never enough caffeine. I don't get to finish hot drinks or take-out while he's awake and with me, but even after the countless lukewarm lattes, lemon pepper chicken, and cups of tea, I still keep ordering and making more.
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There are drawers he can yank open that he couldn't open before - drawers that sometimes pinch his fingers, but he still opens and shuts them. He's discovered the wonders of opening and closing the toilet lid and the flushing mechanism is the greatest thing man's invented to this date. He wiggles behind the desk to grab the computer cords and gets stuck. He bounces off the bean bag with such force that he throws himself up to a half stand. He climbs up stairs and then tries to roll down them. He's stained the carpet and the wall with his blueberry-mushing-than-flinging-skills, and shaken the baby latches on the "no-no cabinets" so hard, he's broken 4 out of 8. Baby proof my arse!
At a grandparent's house, he hoisted himself up on to a low shelf and proceeded to army crawl across it, a foot and a half off the floor. I hovered next to him to keep him from tumbling off the edge, as I do when he climbs stairs or tries to wiggle around on rail-less playground equipment.
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My life is now a whirlwind of hovering, and holding my breath as I watch him take yet another fall. He toddles across the soft grass to get to the pavement, where he then scrapes his bare knees against the rough sidewalk because he forgets to step up and then I just scoop him up and take him inside. He puts out his arms and throws himself toward me - or almost anyone - trusting that he'll grab on to us and he won't fall. Even when he bounces off - as he did off of our dog, Bentley, twisting to the ground and banging his head on the carpet, he just looks around trying to figure out a new way to master his next jump. He simply looks shocked, shakes his head, and then gets back up and throws himself at something else. He is such a trusting daredevil.
Just yesterday, he climbed up his "Mt Everest" again,
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and in the blink of an eye, was face down. On the ground. His arms were out in front of him and his little legs spread apart like he was being frisked. He had fallen......or jumped...who knows? What our neighbors do know is that this little, angelic boy who is always smiling and pointing at the birds, was now in the most horrific pain and his mommy hadn't been watching him.
I ran out on the porch and stopped in horror as I saw my little baby laying there, unable to move. I gently scooped him up and carried him inside to access the damage.
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His poor little forehead had been scraped as well as his nose and chin.
I felt lower than the dirt underneath his fingernails. No, lower.
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I took him inside and bandaged him up. He thought he looked funny when he saw his reflection in the mirror. There was that sweet little laugh that I long for each day. He was going to be fine. Just fine.
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I dragged the ice chest into the garage for safe keeping and when I returned, I was in utter disbelief! I saw through the open patio door, Grayson sitting Indian-style in the old, rickety rocking chair on the patio. Backwards.
At this point, I can't think of anything funny to describe the way my heart sunk into my flip flops. I walked slowly and quietly trying so hard not to startle him, thus making him fall back and crack his scull.
I gently placed my arms around him, picked him up, gave him the biggest hug and a million kisses, fastened him securely into his highchair, and drug the old, rickety rocking chair to the garage.
I know Grayson will get even more bumps and bruises as the years go on, but it's my job to keep him safe or at the very least, try.
I quickly snapped this picture after nap time today. He apparently hasn't learned that he's not the spidey-man/daredevil he thinks he is.
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I'll keep watching him and keep holding my breath.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
15 Months!!!!!
Dear Grayson,
Today you are 15 months old! How did this happen? I know I say it all the time and will probably continue for the rest of your life, but it seems like just yesterday I was looking down at you in my arms, all swaddled like a burrito.
My little burrito.
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You have accomplished so much in these 15 months. It seems as though everyday you soak up more and more, like a little sponge.
My little sponge.
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In this last month alone, you have learned to twirl around in circles until you get so dizzy you fall down and laugh with that sweet little giggle of yours. You have learned to walk backwards, and run at full force speed. You can do the itsy bitsy spider with your sweet little hands and are just SO proud of yourself for doing so.
You can climb up onto the couch all by yourself. You are such a monkey.
My little monkey.
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Some of your favorite things are riding around in your little car, especially outside. You like going on walks with Bentley and going to the mailbox. You went to your first story time at the library last week. I think you really enjoyed it.....I've never seen you sit so still for so long and you were quiet as a mouse.
My little mouse.
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I've seen you turn into a toddler before my very eyes this past month and I must say I have enjoyed every second! You are so fun to play and cuddle with. We dance all the time together and you love shaking your little booty! You point at everything and I name it for you. I know it won't be long before you are naming everything for me. You know where your eyes, ears, nose, mouth, toes, hair, and belly are. You also know what a cow, bird, and snake say. So smart!!! You can build a tower of 5 blocks without them falling and you can walk up and down steps all by yourself.
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We said "bye bye" to your bottle a couple of weeks ago and haven't looked back! That was bittersweet for Mommy because it feels like we said "bye bye" to you being a baby as well. I love the little boy that you are becoming! Everything is so interesting to you and I love watching you figure things out for yourself.
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You are sleeping about 13 hours at night with a 1.5 - 3 hour nap in the afternoon. At night after dinner we take a bath and put on your pj's, give you a sippy cup of milk, watch an episode of Yo Gabba Gabba, brush your teeth and go to bed. Just. Like. That. You love your sleep (just like your Mommy) and when I say, "Are you ready to go night night?", you take off down the hall to your bedroom and stand beside your crib. No fussing or fighting. Ha! I remember your Daddy and I wondering if we would ever get any sleep again when you were itty bitty.
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Grayson, you are such a joy to be around! So bright and cheery and full of life! You make Mommy and Daddy so incredibly happy. You just have this little light inside of you that makes me smile.
My little boy. I love you!!!
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Today you are 15 months old! How did this happen? I know I say it all the time and will probably continue for the rest of your life, but it seems like just yesterday I was looking down at you in my arms, all swaddled like a burrito.
My little burrito.
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You have accomplished so much in these 15 months. It seems as though everyday you soak up more and more, like a little sponge.
My little sponge.
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In this last month alone, you have learned to twirl around in circles until you get so dizzy you fall down and laugh with that sweet little giggle of yours. You have learned to walk backwards, and run at full force speed. You can do the itsy bitsy spider with your sweet little hands and are just SO proud of yourself for doing so.
You can climb up onto the couch all by yourself. You are such a monkey.
My little monkey.
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Some of your favorite things are riding around in your little car, especially outside. You like going on walks with Bentley and going to the mailbox. You went to your first story time at the library last week. I think you really enjoyed it.....I've never seen you sit so still for so long and you were quiet as a mouse.
My little mouse.
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I've seen you turn into a toddler before my very eyes this past month and I must say I have enjoyed every second! You are so fun to play and cuddle with. We dance all the time together and you love shaking your little booty! You point at everything and I name it for you. I know it won't be long before you are naming everything for me. You know where your eyes, ears, nose, mouth, toes, hair, and belly are. You also know what a cow, bird, and snake say. So smart!!! You can build a tower of 5 blocks without them falling and you can walk up and down steps all by yourself.
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We said "bye bye" to your bottle a couple of weeks ago and haven't looked back! That was bittersweet for Mommy because it feels like we said "bye bye" to you being a baby as well. I love the little boy that you are becoming! Everything is so interesting to you and I love watching you figure things out for yourself.
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You are sleeping about 13 hours at night with a 1.5 - 3 hour nap in the afternoon. At night after dinner we take a bath and put on your pj's, give you a sippy cup of milk, watch an episode of Yo Gabba Gabba, brush your teeth and go to bed. Just. Like. That. You love your sleep (just like your Mommy) and when I say, "Are you ready to go night night?", you take off down the hall to your bedroom and stand beside your crib. No fussing or fighting. Ha! I remember your Daddy and I wondering if we would ever get any sleep again when you were itty bitty.
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Grayson, you are such a joy to be around! So bright and cheery and full of life! You make Mommy and Daddy so incredibly happy. You just have this little light inside of you that makes me smile.
My little boy. I love you!!!
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Friday, November 7, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
1, 2, 3, GO!!!!
One of my favorite things about watching Grayson grow up is seeing him make friends. Real friends. The kind of friends he will have always, even if time and place and circumstances separate them. The kind of friends he will grow nostalgic for when he thinks of his childhood...
Meet Grace
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Miss Grace truly "graced" us with her presence last night. It was such a treat having our best little friend over for dinner and playtime.
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Grayson has known Grace his whole little life. In fact, he probably spends more time with her than he spends with anyone else other than his Mommy and Daddy and doggie.
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Here lately, I have really seen Grayson shine around her. I'm not sure if it's because she talks non-stop (she's very articulate with her words)and he's trying so very hard to understand what she has to say, or if it's his age and he's just learning how to play with others, but he has truly become a different little boy in a matter of moments.
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The little boy who used to just watch, is now playing make believe, dancing, and running relay races with his sweet little friend.
They made up a game where Grace would say, "1, 2, 3, Go!" and he would run and jump onto the bean bag....then when he rolled out of the way, she would run and jump, too. They seriously did this for half an hour!!
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He was just in awe of her!
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He danced right by her side and even let her love on his doggie.
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He now shares his sippy cups, his toys, his favorite boppy pillow, and his hugs.
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(See how at first she was laying on it and then he scooted down beside her?)
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He puts her on some sort of imaginary pedistool and treats her like the true angel that she is.
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It's amazing to watch. Him with her. And her with him.
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I love watching Grayson make memories -- his little legs running so fast, trying to impress his sweet Grace -- laughing and giggling -- the shadows and silhouettes of best friends, his very first. Cherished always. Racing into the bean bag and beyond.
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Meet Grace
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Miss Grace truly "graced" us with her presence last night. It was such a treat having our best little friend over for dinner and playtime.
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Grayson has known Grace his whole little life. In fact, he probably spends more time with her than he spends with anyone else other than his Mommy and Daddy and doggie.
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Here lately, I have really seen Grayson shine around her. I'm not sure if it's because she talks non-stop (she's very articulate with her words)and he's trying so very hard to understand what she has to say, or if it's his age and he's just learning how to play with others, but he has truly become a different little boy in a matter of moments.
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The little boy who used to just watch, is now playing make believe, dancing, and running relay races with his sweet little friend.
They made up a game where Grace would say, "1, 2, 3, Go!" and he would run and jump onto the bean bag....then when he rolled out of the way, she would run and jump, too. They seriously did this for half an hour!!
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He was just in awe of her!
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He danced right by her side and even let her love on his doggie.
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He now shares his sippy cups, his toys, his favorite boppy pillow, and his hugs.
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(See how at first she was laying on it and then he scooted down beside her?)
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He puts her on some sort of imaginary pedistool and treats her like the true angel that she is.
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It's amazing to watch. Him with her. And her with him.
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I love watching Grayson make memories -- his little legs running so fast, trying to impress his sweet Grace -- laughing and giggling -- the shadows and silhouettes of best friends, his very first. Cherished always. Racing into the bean bag and beyond.
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