Wednesday, November 30, 2011
You know me, I just can't get enough of Christmas time. Each year, my decorating and tree-getting festivities get moved up; if I keep this up, I'll be one of those folks who start decorating in July. This year we went on Thanksgiving day to find the perfect tree.
Bless my poor husband, who I would never describe as Scrooge, but always a little less inspired than myself. Here we are traveling far and wide in search of the perfect tree.
Wil was not as excited as me either. About 20 steps in, he was asking, "bup?"
We found it! Wil, you cut it down.
Yes. My husband gave our 1 year old the saw.
Luckily for me, he had no idea what to do with it.
Huffin' it back to the truck.
I was carrying the kid.
He's not small.
Whatcha doin' Daddy?
Wil's always right up his dad's rear. HaHaHa!
Please let me take your picture Wil!
The final product. Loooove!
One month to go!
P.S. I'm enjoying your little arms behind your back, Mister.
at 3:26 PM
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Ch-Ch-Changes! I've decided now is as good a time as any to make the switch from baby room (crib) to big boy room (toddler bed) for my boy. I debated for weeks about when to make the switch, knowing that BEFORE his brother comes and simultaneously takes over his life would probably be the best idea.
So... my dad came. We painted ~ blue (and I mean BLUE). We moved furniture in and out, hung adorable 'boy' artwork, and made sure everything was perfect. I'm insane, just ask my husband, but I really wanted to make sure this new space was special for Wil... did I mention he's sharing it with his brother?!?
Here's the final product - ADORABLE, I think!
Of course, I was terrified to place my child in that big boy bed. I felt sick to my stomach and wanted to cry. He's just too small, right?!? Adam thought he'd be fine. After we took apart the crib to move it, Adam actually prepared it for the baby... you know, with the matress up nice and high. I asked Adam what we were going to do if Wil was miserable and wanted his bed back, to which Adam responded, "he'll have to deal. I'm not taking this crib apart again, unless it's to sell it".
So, there you go. My baby was moving to this big boy bed whether WE liked it or not.
The first night I snuggled him all in. We read 5 stories. I turned out the light and turned ON his new blue car nightlight. I shut the door and brought the baby monitor to the living room with me (I haven't used that thing for a good year). I listened, certain I would hear crying or the dreaded "Mommyyyyyy".
Instead we heard singing, stories being read, talking, some banging (I later learned to remove EVERYTHING that is so adorably placed on his dresser out of arms length). And then... nothing. "Do you think he's sleeping", I asked Adam. "Yep. Sounds like it", he replied.
So I creeped up the stairs and sure enough, there he was... sleeping with a book and a sippy cup in his little hand. He slept the entire night. His normal 11 hours (yes, my son rocks). He never tried to get out (I have him convinced that he'll get an owie if he tries). He never made a sound.
The next morning, I was woke by the baby monitor by more singing, talking and banging.
I found this:
Just my baby. Sitting in his bed. Reading books. "Hi", he said as I came in.
"Wil. I love you", I thought!
at 5:47 PM
Thursday, November 10, 2011
I've decided to start caring for a couple of little boys in the neighborhood part-time. Mostly because I love each of them, but also because I know it's important for Wil to be around other kiddos. He's learning to share his time with his Mommy, which will be a requirement soon enough.
One of Wil's new favorite things to do is PAINT, which I will admit, NEVER happened before I had other peoples' children in my home.
1.) It's messy & I cannot seem to keep up with my little man.
2.) My son eats everything. Everything.
Do you see those streaks of yellow on the table? I think Wil assumed it was "dippy" because he just kept sticking his little finger in it and licking it up! Yuck!
at 1:37 PM
Friday, November 4, 2011
I've been having so much fun going through all of Wil's baby clothes; his little bother has 12 boxes of clothing to get him through his first year of life, which is definitely a perk with having two of the same! These boxes have gotten me so excited. I cannot wait to snuggle my new little man in all of these adorable, teeny clothes!
However, I am reminded (again) how quickly time flies. After washing one load of baby gear, I threw a load of Wil's laundry in too. Check this out:
He barely fit into that little green number when we was born.
Now he wears those GIANT jammies!
at 12:54 PM