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The last day of our trip. Let it be known that the army crawl is not lost. He alternates — as it pleases him. After a leisurely morning of banging on pot tops, rolling cups, dismantling magazine stacks, chasing dogs, etc., we piled into the car and headed for the Bosque wildlife refuge in hopes . . . → Read More: for the birds, buttons, words Today we laid low, after having traveled 2-1/2 hours (each way) by car yesterday to visit Great Aunt Dorothy. I hadn’t been hugely enthusiastic about the idea of plunking the boy in the carseat for such long stretches but he actually did remarkably well. With MIL Judy and I keeping him near constantly entertained with . . . → Read More: high anxiety It happened so fast. One minute, we were having our upteenth millionth conversation about how Jonah’s belly crawl is in fact a legitimate crawl and there’s no need to get up on hands and knees but maybe if he’d been on more carpet than hardwood? but no, he’s fine, he likes to scooch around on . . . → Read More: the army crawl is gone The first birthday playdate party… The first present — a wooden forklift/truck (a.k.a. “Cuck!”) Story time with Nana Judi Parallel play with Flann — the first guest The youngest guest Party in full swing And everybody came, and everybody sang, “Happy Birthday Little Gorilla!” Make a wish! . . . → Read More: birthdaypartypalooza Saturday morning, in the living room, sitting on the big overstuffed chair, he’s on my lap. He taps my chest and says “Mama.” I got pretty excited. He patted my leg and said it again, “Mama.” Woo hooooo! I have a name! The kid’s language seems to be exploding this weekend. Okay, exploding might be . . . → Read More: he said “mama” I’ve never baked a cake before. My husband doesn’t eat desserts or sugary things. The kid barely knows what cake is. But for some reason, I decided I wanted to bake, rather than buy, a cake for his birthday. Or rather two cakes, since he’s having two birthday parties. Birthday party the first is for . . . → Read More: if i knew you were turning one, i’d’ve baked two cakes He woke up this morning, did a little nursing, looked me in the eye and said, “Cow.” Not accusing me of being one, just letting me know he knows the word. He said it several more times. Announcements, “Cow… cow.” Scott ran a little test, showing the boy pictures of cows and then pictures of . . . → Read More: he said “cow” Today, while I was feeding the boy his dinner in the high chair in the kitchen, I called Scott on speakerphone, to check and see how close he was to home. That’s pretty much a nightly ritual. One or the other of us calls — Are you on the bus? I’m still on the bridge. . . . → Read More: he said “da” |
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