Happy March!

Happy March! We had a beautiful weather weekend with temperatures in the 60's and 70's. We grilled on Saturday and discovered an unexpected visitor. Sunday we worked in the yard, cleaned up the deck, and went for a long walk as a family. It was very nice!

Friday night, I noticed William making faces at me. This is what he looked like:

It was so funny, I started laughing. So he did it again:

And again:

And again:

Until my stomach hurt from laughing and we took some silly face pictures together:

I really don't have any idea where this funny face came from, but it still cracks me up every time he does it. We suspect it may be him mimicking one of the faces John sometimes makes...tough to be sure. This will go down in the baby book as William's first on purpose funny face. Other funny faces:

Cheesy smile

Silly grin

Happy face!

Mr. Helper with the crossword puzzle before going to bed.

Filling in the boxes - what a good helper!

The adventures of a Thirteen Month old Boy

So, it was my birthday on Tuesday. John baked my very favorite cake:

We went out to dinner and everyone was well behaved. It was a good night. We came back from dinner and had cake after William went to bed. All in all it was a nice day with lots of well wishes arriving over the phone and in the mail.


Here is a picture of us last year and a comparison from this year. Last year: tired and sore. This year: still tired after chasing a little boy all day and sore from a 3 mile run this afternoon. But happy. Very happy.

One month old baby Thirteen month old baby

Although this looks like a cute picture, he is trying pretty hard to get away. There is work to be done.

Smile!

Babbling away. I'm working hard this week to get recordings of him saying some of his words. Maybe John will have time to help me post them this weekend. And maybe the birthday party video? We'll see what we can do.

Our climbing adventures continue. William figured out how to get on his push toy to ride it and how to push it forwards/backwards with his feet yesterday. However, he is not so good at figured out how to lift his leg over the body of the toy to end up facing the steering wheel. Wouldn't be such a big deal except he is MAD about not being able to reach the buttons that make noise when he is facing backwards. See above: Happy! I figured out how to climb on this thing! A short moment later he lost it because he couldn't reach the buttons that play music. I am absolutely certain I took several pictures of him riding the toy the correct direction, but can't seem to find them in the 56768765416576876854653 pictures we have of our kid on this computer. Seriously.


I am pleased to report that we have also conquered the scaling of the Coffee Table in the living room. I'm taking the next few days to see if we can't get this out of his system before I go ahead and remove this piece of furniture from the living room.

Here we go climbing again wearing one of my favorite shirts. More pictures of that will be below. Every time he manages to pull himself up onto either the couch or the coffee table, he spends a full ten seconds just like this. Resting from the extreme effort of pulling his entire weight up and over his cute round tummy to the top of whatever mountain he is climbing.


And...the new shirt. Mr. Mischief indeed. Do you remember those books from when you were little? I do...and this shirt totally fits us. John (who is a freak) claims he doesn't remember these books at all from his childhood. Someone better call, email or comment to let me know I'm not the only one who remembers these characters.

Mr. Mischief doing what he does best...

Looking for more trouble

More Mischief to be had over here...


This looks like something interesting (PS this is the assigned "camera" booger sucker, not "kid" assigned. I guess if you want to know more about why our camera has boogers you should ask John.)

Even Mischief makers need to take a break to rest...and plan.


If you asked me this week what William's favorite toy is, I would have to tell you the 5 pound bag of potatoes in our pantry. Even though he is not at all interested in eating them in any form (fried, baked, mashed, etc), he still loves his potatoes. He loves to tote them around one by one (shown above) or by the whole bag full. Earlier this week we had to hurry up and eat some potatoes because the bag was too heavy for him and he was quite upset about not being able to lift it by himself. He hides them in various places and rolls them around on the ground. Luckily, they are a pretty sturdy type food (as opposed to an egg) so I try to let him explore and play. However, it is a fear of mine that one will roll under the couch/steps/desk/furniture and we will not realize it until it starts to smell. Ewww.


Here, he has taken them all out of their bag and put them on a different shelf in the pantry. After this activity, he selected two of them to run around the house with.


Moving the potatoes around. And it appears that he is singing to them as well.


Running with Potatoes...harder than it looks


Smiling, happy, potato boy.

Happy Birthday to Me

A Weekend of Firsts

Here is a picture of what we learned yesterday:

Can you figure out what it is?

Give up? William learned to climb up on the couch by himself! I'm not sure how excited the adults in the house are about this development, but he sure thinks he is hot stuff.

This one is a tough one! Here is what we learned today:

I found him like this when I got him up from his (no sleeping occurred as he was so busy) nap.

Did you figure it out? He can take his own pants off! Again, I'm not sure how excited I am about this new skill, but he sure thinks he is hot stuff. Another new skill is demonstrated in the above picture: lifting his foot off the ground while sitting. He thinks it is very funny to plunk it back down on the ground loudly and say "Boom!"

William and Daddy

We've noticed a lot more mimicking recently and whatever reverse mimicking is called. In this picture, he is hoping to make John open his mouth so he can poke around in there. So, William opens his mouth nice and wide so John will get the hint. You can see John loves this special game.

Right before I took this picture, they were playing the "Stick out your tongue" game with each other. Very cute.

William's version of the victory dance on the successful summit of Mt Couch. Enough to make your heart stop. Please note: I was standing just outside of the frame of the picture and grabbed him as soon as the picture was taken. I'm going to have my hands full this week I think.

Such a ham! Tada! I did it!

What has been going on?

Yesterday there was a lunar eclipse. I wasn't feeling super great (thanks William) so I missed the details. Something about last eclipse...northern hemisphere....2010. Ask John if you're still interested.

Turns out it is actually more exciting to watch lunar eclipses on TV because of the speeding up time capabilities. I went out for a few minutes last night (clutching my gut) to admire the view. John was the photographer while I lay on the couch trying to summon up the energy to move to the bedroom.

Tonight I was feeling better, so I resumed my photographer role. The cabinet doors are complete (as is the crown molding)! The installation of the doors required the mallet hammer held here by Daddy's favorite assistant.

Hey! I want to HIT something with this besides my foot! I was impressed that he didn't have any trouble holding it. In this picture he had just finished swinging it and was reaching down to pick it back up again.

"Here! Let me help you with that one!" William and I finally had to go to another room and shut the door for John to get any work done. This boy is adamant about being in the middle of EVERYTHING.

The finished result! I think the doors look great! Great job John!

Cutting of the Curls

The curls have been cut. My heart has been broken. We took William to the Hairy Elephant today for his first haircut. He got to sit in a chair shaped like a Jeep while the stylist cut his hair. John came with to document the event so I could carefully study the haircutting process. It is possible I will attempt to cut his hair myself at some point in time. It is also possible I will never cut his hair again. Don't be fooled by the pictures of my outer calmness. I was holding it together for the baby.

A before picture

The cutting of the hairs

After the haircut: where is my baby? Who is this big boy?

More after pictures

Our first haircut certificate with the lock of hair and picture included.


I'm so sad. Off to cry...