It sure is hard...

having such a BIG noggin'.

I put Wil's hat on before making the long commute home each night. By the time we get there, his hat looks like this! His Dad has the same problem. Big head. Small hat.

Friends...

Wil & I got to see our besties, Liz & Bronson on Thanksgiving. We had a great time. Our boys are growing up so fast!

All I want for Christmas...

is my two front teeth! At the same time too, please!

(That's the best shot I could get!)

A Day at the Park!

We decided to take advantage of this 60 degree November weather with a trip to the park. A nice park was just built down the street from our house in August; we're pretty lucky to have one so close. Wil's finally big enough to try a few things out too!

He loved the swings! He'd giggle every time he went backwards.

He also enjoyed the sand, but we had to leave this spot a little early... Wil enjoyed putting it in his mouth too. He actually screamed at me when I picked him up. Apparently he didn't mind sand in the mouth, but the MOM DID!

Here he is at the bottom of the slide.

Gravel had fun too. He went straight for the puddle (as usual).

Assume the Position!

My friend Lana taught me how to finagle Wil into the crawling position. "It's all about motor development, really", she told me. "Just keep working on it and he'll figure out how to do it all by himself soon enough"! So, Adam and I spend some time each night making Wil do this:

No. Not the drooling part... he does that completely on his own. Yuck!

Generally speaking, he's not much of a fan of this position. He grunts a lot and rocks back and forth; he does not know what we want from him (can't you tell by the facial expression). But, one of these days he's going to take off for sure. WHY we WANT him to CRAWL... wer're not quite sure of. I guess it just means he's learning and growing and changing. I'm sure we'll be kicking ourselves soon enough. You know, when we have to child-proof EVERYTHING. Yeah, I'll check back in with you then.

Happy Halloween!

Thanks for the memories...

Dear Mr. Bumbo Maker,

I am writing this letter with a tear in my eye, but the time has come for us to retire our beloved Bumbo seat. Yes. It's sad, but true. Wil is getting fatter and wilder by the minute, which results in us shoving his meaty thighs through the leg holes and watching him like a hawk to make sure he doesn't flip the seat and crash to the floor; we're sorry, but we DO put him on the counter while we're in the kitchen... even though you say it's not safe.

Our Bumbo has been a savior for all of us. Wil loved it from the minute we tried it (we could possibly win an award for youngest, smallest baby ever to try it... what can we say, we were excited!?!)

Here's Wil's first day - June 13, 2010 (2 1/2 months old):

He loved to sit in it while watching TV - he's probably watching Oprah!

We  loved taking it everywhere too: Grandma & Grandpa's house, parties, baby showers, outside on the deck. It's so light-weight and versitile! We even took it camping.

Wil was watching his Daddy cook on the grill during this picture! 

This was the perfect spot to feed Wil too! Mmmmm, bananas!

But, best of all, we just loved hangin' out in it!

We've had so many great memories of our son in his Bumbo, but now we're on to BIGGER (not necessarily better) things! Check it out:

The new HIGH CHAIR! It's actually a 2-in-1... it can be converted to a booster seat too! Perfect! Wil's super excited, as you can see!

We'll remember you always, Mr. Bumbo. And keep you in our basement, just in case!

Love,

The Geurts'

P.S. Gravel and Wil are quickly becoming best friends! How does my dog know to sit perfectly still by my son's high chair? Wil thinks it's great! He intentionally drops things for him! How does HE know to do this? Have they been talking? Gravel particularly loves to wait for Wil's banana-flavored Puffs to hit the floor, which Wil eagerly supplies him with. Can you see Wil's smile?!?! Too funny!

J/K... LOL! (Just for you Kayla)

Every night, Wil goes to sleep around 7:00. He's such a trooper. Bedtime is heaven, really. We eat dinner, play, have a fun bath & then hit the sack (yes, it's pretty much my bedtime too). Most nights, I lay Wil down & he instantly snuggles his blanket and sucks his Nonnie... most nights. Some nights, although few and far between, WIL SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER. For no apparent reason at all.

Now, on these nights my Mommy-mode kicks into high gear. "Let him cry", I tell myself. "He has to learn to settle himself down!" "LET HIM CRY!" "I will let him cry." Ooooh, it's just so hard.

Sometimes Adam buckles & heads up the flight of stairs to Wil's room. But, and here's the but... everytime I shamefully head for the stairs and reach the top, I find this:

Why does he do this to me? I think he's faking. I really do. I think he's faking and secretly laughing at me.

Leaf. Meet Wil.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Wil's been talkin' up a storm lately (maybe he's more like me than we thought). Usually his babble consists of "DaDaDaDa" over and over again. All I have to say is it sure is getting loud around here! Take a look at this!

P.S. It took me nearly 1 full year to figure out how to post video clips to my blog. I'm obsessed! It's soooo much fun. If you thought I was crazy when it comes to pictures of my child - look out! Now I can upload VIDEO... woohoooie!