Sunday, December 22, 2013
:: Smacks his lips when giving kisses
:: Mimics what other people are doing
:: When listening to music, he kicks his feet, claps his hands and bobs his head wholeheartedly
:: Stands all on his own
:: Weighs 26 pounds
:: Officially all grown out of 18-month clothing
:: Plays peek-a-boo
:: On the go. Constantly.
:: Still excessively cuddly, unless he has something to do, places to go, or people to see.
:: Has an ever-growing vocabulary consisting of Mom, Dad, Joochy-jooch (Jimmy), N'ston (Winston),Tia, Ta (Tabby), Wh'zuuuuuuuup? Wh'saaaaaaaat? Ba (bye, accompanied with earnest waving)...
Saturday, November 30, 2013
I'm grateful for Christmas and traditions and Christmas trees and ornaments and festive festivities and the end of November and a gazillion gratitudes I can't possibly fit them into one month of lame mobile photos and stuff. I really am. But at the moment I'm mostly just grateful that my weird obsession and happy therapy is relatively safe and creative. Snowflake, anyone?
Friday, November 29, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Monday, November 25, 2013
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Finds a dead bug on the floor. "Oh no Mom! Fix him? The bug broke; he is not working!"
Jimmy and the neighbor's grandaughter make eye contact. For a long moment they stand there sizing each other up. Jimmy broke the awkward silence by raising his orange plastic pistol, pointed it at her and said, "Pcheeou!" and walked away. I found myself using one of those never-thought-I'd-say mom lines, Jimmy, don't shoot the neighbor kids!
Wet willies. Jimmy loves them. Loves giving them, loves receiving them. The only thing he can't stand is when you just give him one. It drives him nuts. The other ear has to have one too.
I love you, Jimmy!
I love you, Mom.
I love you toooo!
I love you more!
No, I love you so so so so so much!!!
Watching me put makeup on says approvingly, "Mommy coloring!"
Jimmy and his cousin Kailyn go to their grandparents and always, always want to watch their favorite youtube over and over. Goat kids bouncing around set to holiday tunes.
Me (looing at a book with Jimmy) -- What does the bear say?
Jimmy -- RAAAWR!
Me -- What does the baby goat say?
Jimmy -- (singing) Jimgle bells, jingle bells!
Jimmy loves to peel onions.
Supposed to be cleaning up the toys in his room, Jimmy meanders into the kitchen. Sighs and says, "Huh. Beskipable me."
I have to admit, you do start re-thinking your whole makeup job when the 2 year-old points at your eyebrows and affectionately compliments you on your "Nice 'ustache."
Watching Jimmy put a very apologetic Winston in timeout for barking is hilarious.
Ever clumsy and obsessed with the color of everything, face plants the door. Shaking himself off he keeps running, and calls over his shoulder, "Hey Mom! What color's the door?"
"Oh hi, Buzz!" I say to Jimmy, clad in a ToyStory shirt.
"No," he corrected. "THIS is Buzz," pointing at his shirt, then pointing at his nose, "this is JIMMY."
Jimmy do you want to be Colton's mom today?
NO! I want to be Colton's JIMMY!
At his auntie's wedding, Jimmy was sitting at the edge of the dance floor admiring the laser lights. I asked him if he wanted to dance. "No," he replied, "I want to sit in the stars."
While trying to help Jimmy not pee on his shirt while going potty, he got all frustrated with me. "No, Mom! Jimmy can do it! You just.... go look in the mirror!"
Jimmy, do you have to go potty?
No, I have to go fart.
We were talking about birthdays. "Jimmy, you are going to have one next month and you're going to be THREE!" I say, holding up 3 fingers. A short time later I overheard him muttering happily to himself. "And Jimmy is going to be 'W'."
I found Jimmy looking at his reflection in a window, using a black crayon to draw eyebrows, side burns, an 'ustache', and a tiny little triangle beard on his face. Not bad for 60 seconds of my back turned.
Brushing his teeth, he proudly informed me, "I'm gittin' all the bugs out of my teeth, Mom!"
Trying to calm an over-tired, over-dramatic, melting down Jimmy who wanted to go to bed but didn't want to go to bed, I told him "You are a big boy; you're not a baby, you don't need to cry."
"No!" He snapped, "Jimmy is a BIG. BABY."
Jumped into his baby brothers bed and bounced while he sang "Two little monkeys jumping on the bed...!"
Playing at his Grandma's house with all of her awesome toys for kids, Jimmy starts going up stairs. He paused and articulately explained to me, "I will be right back. Don't move. Play with your toys."
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Friday, November 22, 2013
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Grateful that I was successful in combining all my favorite ingredients of chocolate, pumpkin, oatmeal and whole wheat to create the moistest, delicious-est tried (3 times) and true cookie of the year. If you ask nicely I may reveal my secret recipe to you.
We sure like having this sweetheart of a kid that wraps everybody right around his pinky finger.
We love you, big guy!
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
Okay, I'm off to do another happy dance....
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Friday, November 15, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
:: Learned to drink from a straw
:: Pulls himself up to a standing position
:: Walks along furniture
:: Says "All done!" when finished eating, playing, sleeping, etc.
:: After a few minutes of a red face, loud grunting, and then full-diaper satisfaction he will yell, "I DID! I DID! I DID!" until someone changes him. No joke.
:: Two new teeth!
:: Into ev.er.y.thing.
:: Weighs 24 pounds
Monday, November 11, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Friday, November 8, 2013
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Happy that even though Fall has reached its peak in our corner of the world and moved on to drabber, colder things, the little maple tree in our yard is still exploding with color. Our yard, in fact, appears to be all about the Green and Gold... Go Packers.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
:: A new baby brother
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Monday, November 4, 2013
Grateful that once upon a lifetime ago I had the time and patience for tiny artistic details. Even more grateful for the tiny people that have discarded that lobe of my brain and overfilled the empty space with the joys of their very adorable selves.