We're pinning the costume so Mama knows where to take the material in. After, Logan decided he'd keep the mask on, while watching TV (in only his underwear) on the couch. :)
Thursday, September 29, 2011
May The Force Be With You
An awesome coworker of mine lent me his son's Darth Vader costume. It's a bit big but otherwise perfect!
Proud Mama
Stepped out of the office for a bit to watch Logan at soccer practice. This coach is SO. MUCH. BETTER. than our previous one; the kids are laughing and having tons of fun. Imagine that! :)
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
17 months old
WHAT. THE. HELL.
I didn't even realize Callum had passed another month last week, until I looked up at the calendar this evening.
Where does the time go?
I honestly don't know where to start or how to sum up Callum's last month. He's 17 months old going on 3, is what he is. Forget toddler-dom, sometimes I think he skipped that stage and instead blossomed into a little kid overnight. Certainly, having a big brother willing to show you the ropes of kid-dom, helps. ;-)
While Logan has always been a bit cautious at anything he learns or approaches for the first time, Callum pushes all of thatbullshit aside and throws his entire being - head, body and soul - into it. My parents and I were just discussing this the other night.
Whereas Logan would climb up and down stairs no problem - reaching the top, turning around and then sitting on his butt to scoot down, Callum thinks he can do just as his brother can.
He climbs up the stairs. Ok fine, no problem.
Then he reaches the top, turns around and steps, sticking one foot out - NO FEAR - to descend. However, the coordination isn't quite there yet, so his knees and hips fail to BEND with the necessary downward action, and instead his head just pulls his entire body forward as he tumbles straight down a flight of stairs.
And then picks himself up, looks around, and climbs back up the stairs again.
You'd think that after a few falls (down the stairs is just one example. It could also be off the bed or the couch or a chair) that he'd learn. Oh no. My precious little baby has got a thick skull and an extremely short memory. So, those lessons ain't stickin' just yet.
He has fully transitioned over to his bigger classroom (toddler class) and with that, has passed a few bigger kid milestones. He now eats lunch in a toddler chair at a table with the other kids, continues practicing with his own utensils and has now started drinking out of a dixie cup (instead of a sippy cup). He has (for the most part) moved to one nap a day, although most of the time he'll still take two when he's home with us.
He's also MUCH more physical - he's mastered jumping and breaks out into full-on runs down the hallway or, unfortunately, straight for the street. We have to be on our toes much more with this little guy and constantly remind him why running into the street is very dangerous and not allowed. :/
Along with the coordination of running and jumping has come the coordination of pushing - namely, pushing his big brother whenever he wants to play or rough house back. It's been a delicate balance that we are still trying to learn, on when to yell at the boys to cut it out (Callum, you can't hit your brother. Logan, you're squeezing your brother too tight.) versus when to just let them work it out on their own.
Callum has become quite a bit more vocal this last month - still mostly babbling, but forming (and actively practicing) many more words by the day. He's finally at the point where I can understand when he's asking for "help", or when he wants "more" of something, like his "juice". He's also learning "please" (yay!) and "mine" (ugh). With Logan, I couldn't WAIT until he was able to hold a conversation. And, I do look forward to that with Callum. But, knowing what I have in store for me, these next few years, I'm simply enjoying the innocent nonsensical babbles that come out of his mouth today. ;-)
I didn't even realize Callum had passed another month last week, until I looked up at the calendar this evening.
Where does the time go?
I honestly don't know where to start or how to sum up Callum's last month. He's 17 months old going on 3, is what he is. Forget toddler-dom, sometimes I think he skipped that stage and instead blossomed into a little kid overnight. Certainly, having a big brother willing to show you the ropes of kid-dom, helps. ;-)
While Logan has always been a bit cautious at anything he learns or approaches for the first time, Callum pushes all of that
Whereas Logan would climb up and down stairs no problem - reaching the top, turning around and then sitting on his butt to scoot down, Callum thinks he can do just as his brother can.
He climbs up the stairs. Ok fine, no problem.
Then he reaches the top, turns around and steps, sticking one foot out - NO FEAR - to descend. However, the coordination isn't quite there yet, so his knees and hips fail to BEND with the necessary downward action, and instead his head just pulls his entire body forward as he tumbles straight down a flight of stairs.
And then picks himself up, looks around, and climbs back up the stairs again.
You'd think that after a few falls (down the stairs is just one example. It could also be off the bed or the couch or a chair) that he'd learn. Oh no. My precious little baby has got a thick skull and an extremely short memory. So, those lessons ain't stickin' just yet.
He has fully transitioned over to his bigger classroom (toddler class) and with that, has passed a few bigger kid milestones. He now eats lunch in a toddler chair at a table with the other kids, continues practicing with his own utensils and has now started drinking out of a dixie cup (instead of a sippy cup). He has (for the most part) moved to one nap a day, although most of the time he'll still take two when he's home with us.
He's also MUCH more physical - he's mastered jumping and breaks out into full-on runs down the hallway or, unfortunately, straight for the street. We have to be on our toes much more with this little guy and constantly remind him why running into the street is very dangerous and not allowed. :/
Along with the coordination of running and jumping has come the coordination of pushing - namely, pushing his big brother whenever he wants to play or rough house back. It's been a delicate balance that we are still trying to learn, on when to yell at the boys to cut it out (Callum, you can't hit your brother. Logan, you're squeezing your brother too tight.) versus when to just let them work it out on their own.
Callum has become quite a bit more vocal this last month - still mostly babbling, but forming (and actively practicing) many more words by the day. He's finally at the point where I can understand when he's asking for "help", or when he wants "more" of something, like his "juice". He's also learning "please" (yay!) and "mine" (ugh). With Logan, I couldn't WAIT until he was able to hold a conversation. And, I do look forward to that with Callum. But, knowing what I have in store for me, these next few years, I'm simply enjoying the innocent nonsensical babbles that come out of his mouth today. ;-)
Monday, September 26, 2011
A new tradition
Whoopsie! I meant to post these IMMEDIATELY but oh hey, look at me, I didn't. What's new!?
Four-ish weeks ago, I traveled to Redmond to get my work on and while flying home, waved hello and good-bye to Jon, as he took off for Amsterdam. My poor little Callum had come down with a pretty bad fever that day, which meant I stayed home the next day caring for him and trying to manage that fever. It got much worse, before it ever got better, and I found out several days later that he had probably caught and was fighting a case of roseola (because he doesn't catch enough weird diseases as it is!).
All while Jon was sipping on Dutch white beers.
*ahem*
But anyhoo, I wasn't as worried about the fact that Callum had just conquered roseola as I was concerned about how long he'd be contagious. Since, our good friends Eric and Jill were coming to visit a few days later with Amelia and their little baby boy Trent. A few rushed calls to the doctor that day and I was relieved to find out all was well, Callum (and the Cables) were out of the woods and in the clear.
The Cables arrived Thursday afternoon and stayed through the weekend. I took Friday off from work so that we could visit, catch up and let the four kids turn the house upside down and inside out. We wore them out at Happy Hollow Park where the kids had an absolute blast.
Jon finally got home Saturday afternoon, which happened to also be his birthday, so we had a sitter come by and watch the three older kids while the four adults (plus Trent) went out to a lovely Ethiopian dinner (Eric and Jill had never had Ethiopian food before!) and then came home to enjoy some yummy dessert. :)
As always, our visit was MUCH too short, and because I was juggling two kiddos on my own for most of the visit, I didn't capture as many fun pics as I would have liked. However, I did manage to snag a handful of the four kids all together in our front yard, minutes before Eric and Jill loaded the kids up to hit the road for their long drive back home.
We talked about how we'll have to start taking pictures of the kids each year in this very same spot when they visit and, looking back over the pics now, I have to agree. I'd very much like us to develop that type of tradition.
Because who doesn't want a series of pictures with your older son pretending his hand is a gun, shooting out at you, rather than smiling sweetly at the camera like he's supposed to?
Eric, Jill, loved having you guys as always! Can't wait to see you again soon. :)
Four-ish weeks ago, I traveled to Redmond to get my work on and while flying home, waved hello and good-bye to Jon, as he took off for Amsterdam. My poor little Callum had come down with a pretty bad fever that day, which meant I stayed home the next day caring for him and trying to manage that fever. It got much worse, before it ever got better, and I found out several days later that he had probably caught and was fighting a case of roseola (because he doesn't catch enough weird diseases as it is!).
All while Jon was sipping on Dutch white beers.
*ahem*
But anyhoo, I wasn't as worried about the fact that Callum had just conquered roseola as I was concerned about how long he'd be contagious. Since, our good friends Eric and Jill were coming to visit a few days later with Amelia and their little baby boy Trent. A few rushed calls to the doctor that day and I was relieved to find out all was well, Callum (and the Cables) were out of the woods and in the clear.
The Cables arrived Thursday afternoon and stayed through the weekend. I took Friday off from work so that we could visit, catch up and let the four kids turn the house upside down and inside out. We wore them out at Happy Hollow Park where the kids had an absolute blast.
Jon finally got home Saturday afternoon, which happened to also be his birthday, so we had a sitter come by and watch the three older kids while the four adults (plus Trent) went out to a lovely Ethiopian dinner (Eric and Jill had never had Ethiopian food before!) and then came home to enjoy some yummy dessert. :)
As always, our visit was MUCH too short, and because I was juggling two kiddos on my own for most of the visit, I didn't capture as many fun pics as I would have liked. However, I did manage to snag a handful of the four kids all together in our front yard, minutes before Eric and Jill loaded the kids up to hit the road for their long drive back home.
We talked about how we'll have to start taking pictures of the kids each year in this very same spot when they visit and, looking back over the pics now, I have to agree. I'd very much like us to develop that type of tradition.
Because who doesn't want a series of pictures with your older son pretending his hand is a gun, shooting out at you, rather than smiling sweetly at the camera like he's supposed to?
Eric, Jill, loved having you guys as always! Can't wait to see you again soon. :)
Sunday, September 25, 2011
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