Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Snow Day

The day after Christmas, the punk asked us to go outside and play. He said, "Mother dearest, I am dying to wear my supercool new coat from Santa, and the fuzzy boots Uncle Michael gave me for my birthday. Can I pleeeeeze? My childhood happiness depends upon it!" So the man and I acquiesced and we all donned our snow boots and walked out into the snow.

Happy wintering to you!

Monday, December 28, 2009

12 Months + 15 Days = My Punk

The punk is officially one year old, and has been for 15 days. And let me tell you, he just gets better and better. Here are some belated birthday photos.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Birthday Balloons

The punk had his first birthday last weekend. I never thought I'd be the type of mom to be emotional at the big life stages, but it was a bittersweet time for me. Having his birthday balloons by the Christmas tree brought me back to last year when he was 12 days old on Christmas, and we new parents were exhausted. I was still sore in several places (don't worry, I won't elaborate), and he and I were still working on getting the breastfeeding down to a science; I wasn't very good at feeding him in public so there was a lot of retreating to the back rooms while our family celebrated without us.

This year, his birthday was a very snowy day, just like on the day he was born. I remember that my parents had to turn around the first time they tried to make the 1-hour trek to the hospital to meet the little guy because the roads were too icy.

I think this Christmas will be a little less exhausting and a lot more fun. Maybe even as fun as playing with leftover birthday balloons with Uncle David...

Friday, December 11, 2009

Monday, December 7, 2009


We attend church from 10:00-1:00. The punk usually takes his morning nap from 10:00-12:00. This is potentially problematic. But we have just had to figure out a way to make it work. This means that my man and I take turns sitting out of sacrament meeting every week. We arrive at church, and one of us takes a seat in the chapel while the other heads straight to the "mother's lounge" to give the little guy his bottle and let him sleep. There have been days when I resented this process because I wanted to enjoy the spiritual lesson along with everyone else.

But yesterday...

Yesterday I realized there was no where else I'd rather be than holding my baby, who will turn one year old in 6 days and quit being a baby, and smell his head and watch his eyelids flutter and feel him breathe. When else can I just sit for an hour with the punk in my arms, snuggled in his blanket? So for now, I am thanking my lucky stars that naptime coincides with church, and that I get to spend an hour holding my little guy while he sleeps. There's nothing better.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Christmas Greed

In order to kill an hour this afternoon, the punk and I ran some errands. We returned some shoes to Old Navy because he informed me he wouldn't be caught dead in them. And then we went to Target to search for an oval picture frame (which they didn't have; I bought a boring rectangle frame instead), and to peruse the toy aisle. He quickly found the toys that light up and make noise, and entertained the Friday crowds by dancing and bouncing in the aisle. He dances like Elaine from Seinfeld, except instead of sticking out his thumbs, he displays his pointer fingers and shakes his booty.

He chose the most expensive toy as his favorite, and we spent several minutes hanging out and shaking our stuff. Then, when it was time to go, this is how he felt about it.

Thank you, Target, for entertaining us this afternoon. And for housing a Starbucks.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Little Boys

Boogers and bruises and underwear heads...

That's what little boys are made of.
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