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…
birthdaypartypalooza
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,…
he said “mama”
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…
if i knew you were turning one, i’d’ve baked two cakes
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…
he said “cow”
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.”…
he said “da”
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…