Our little guy turned 1 on August 7, 2014. Mr. T, Mr. Man, Professor Goobenstein, Baboo Monkey. Tyler celebrated in style with a house full of family and friends and a visit from the Sweet Cow MooMobile.
Ten Months! We love this kid. He’s a lithe fellow weighing in at 17 lbs 8 oz. He has slept through the night for 3 consecutive nights now (and by sleep I mean when he screams we ignore him until he goes back to sleep except for that one time he fell asleep sitting up in his crib and I made Eric go lay him down). We’re working on napping. Right now I consider 20 minutes a win.
He creeps and kind of crawls and occasionally pulls himself up. Daddy can get him to laugh until all of our bellies hurt. He loves his stacking rings and shape sorter and musical school bus although empty water bottles and lids of any kind are also prized toys.
He is coming around to eating. There’s nothing he refuses but he’s generally done after a few bites. I mean who wouldn’t give up lunch to get down on the floor to inspect dog hair?
Thanks, Nana, for the outfit and yes he still fits in the basket!
Grandma & Grandpa Holle came to visit from Tuscon over Grandma’s birthday. They were so excited to spend time with Tyler–they hadn’t seen him since his baptism when he was 10 days old! The weekend was even more exciting with the surprise visit of the Stumpfs from Lincoln, Nebraska…when we returned from the airport picking up Grandma & Grandpa, Aunt Laura & Uncle Andy and cousins Ethan and Emma were hiding in the living room. What a fun surprise!
Thanks for visiting, everyone! Hope you had a wonderful birthday, Shirley!
Growing by leaps and bounds: personality. Not growing by leaps and bounds: gross motor skills. Tyler is happy (ecstatic!) about life from the living room floor. This kid makes virtually no attempts to crawl although he loves to stand with Daddy. In his crib we find him exactly as we left him. No evidence of rolling around or attempted escapes, although he does love to flop around wearing his sleep sack like a fish out of water.
Mother’s Day is a holiday that I haven’t spent in person with my mom since, oh, probably 1998. In the middle of May, I would have been in college, at OU, and then I moved to Colorado. It’s possible I might have been home in Cleveland during mud season, but I can’t recall for sure. So Mom, I’m sorry I haven’t been there with you for sixteen years on Mother’s Day. (And I won’t be there this year, either.) I just hope that next year we’ll be together–you, me, and Chandler, for Mother’s Day. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!