And I guess as OUR Christmas present, we get our sweet little helmet-free boy back. He has been in it since he was 5 months old. Do you think in 100 years people will look back and laugh at the fact that we used these helmets? That it was totally ridiculous?
So let's see, what's new:
- Lots of talking, primarily da-da-da and gug-gug-gug but nothing even close to ma-ma-ma
- Standing up in the crib to turn on his mobile for amusement
- TWO bottom teeth
- Eating purees proficiently, and eating solids at school (e.g., pancakes and sausage, hamburger, turkey and cheese, pita, yogurt, banana, cereal, blueberries)
- Couch surfing rather proficiently
- Noticing when we aren't in the room at home, but he couldn't care less at school
- Mommy preference when ill; found that out this week with his first real fever (104.1 peak) and ear infection
- Leaning out some, but still has chins. I really thought he was going to be wearing 4's, but he is still in 3's. Now I have a stack of diapers in the den that won't be used for a while.
- Transitioning to 18 month clothes. The tops fit well. The bottoms are way too long, so he is still in 12 month pants. Chuck showed up one day with a HUGE bag of clothes; at least eleven outfits he bought for Boo! Uncle Chuck is very kind.
Also, it was Grant's birthday last weekend so I invited good friends of his who just moved back here from NYC and Aunt Corey and we went to Top Golf and stayed and played and ate and drank for five hours. FIVE. It was awesome and I think Grant really enjoyed his birthday this year.
I did too. You know what I did NOT enjoy? The Corelle dishes I got him for his birthday. He has been wanting them for a long time and I've been saying no-no-no because it marks the end of any stylized dinnerware that is clearly NOT Corelle. I don't know; I guess it's because I grew up with Corelle and it just seems...old?
Who am I kidding. We have a minivan. We are in our mid-thirties. I have three gray hairs. We were the oldest couple at the winery and possibly the oldest couple in our Facebook group.
You know what's not cool? I found out a friend of mine had some eggs frozen at 35, then several rounds of IVF for baby #1 and baby #2 two years later, because you know, tick-tock and all. Why the heck didn't I freeze my eggs when I was young and eggy in my early 20s? Oh, because I thought I would be married and settled and so forth much younger.
And, Boo is up from his nap and crying. Gotta go.
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