Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
The skills!
Judah has now perfected the art of taking 3 steps unassisted....(btw, how many steps IS considered walking? I think we might be getting close). Oh, and after VERY close inspection, I MIGHT have seen a little microscopic tooth particle poking through on top.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Ball Hat
Here we are in Santa Barbara two weeks ago...
Jude has a bad cold. So, yesterday, Tommy took the day off work to cuddle our dude. All I know is that I left my babe snuggling it up with his daddy and when I came home this is what I found.
My baby wearing a "ball hat" (yes, it is actually an deflated ball) with so much pride in his new gear that he refuses to take it off (actually, sometimes he does so briefly to inspect his hat thoughtfully, but it QUICKLY returns to it's rightful place). I'm not sure how long my Jude plans to wear his most loved accessory, but I'm not going to be the one to remove it. I've never seen someone so proud of anything.
Happy Birthday Grandma! Hopefully, we'll see you tonight. Even though Nicole can't make it we know that one of us will still be accessorized in a hip, festive and celebratory way...
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Teeth for Fall
Update for Auntie Heather:We now officially have two small, cute and very important bottom teeth which are almost completely in! I chose this picture specifically because it highlights his chompers (and because in the pic he's teasing me and is insanely happy about it. He knows that I want him to keep on his hat- so he touches his hat, looks at me, and we both laugh hysterically...good times).
Just some Fall cuteness.
I'm now officially a GODMOTHER (and yes, I do now respond to that name- so you too can refer to me as Godmother if you'd like). Here is a picture of me with my godson, the adorable sweetie-pie, Cooper!
A very typical Jude expression and I have to note that the hair just keeps getting better and better. I LOVE him in his fabulous Ethiopian outfits. It just doesn't get better.
Judah is quite supportive of UCLA (or it could have been the cute 9-year-old girl sitting behind us that he just couldn't keep his eyes off of- he's got game).
Thursday, September 11, 2008
7 months together...
My life before Jude is all blurry. What did I think about? Nothing important I'm sure. We are SO in love with our little dude...there are no words. He is such good stuff (mostly magic, sunshine, cellulite and poop). I'm so grateful.
I'm a bit sleepy now, but I'll add some cutie pie pics and a good story or two tomorrow.
I'm a bit sleepy now, but I'll add some cutie pie pics and a good story or two tomorrow.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
My little ANGEL?
Good News: I started a new job and L-O-V-E it!
Better News: Jude started daycare and giggles on his way in...
ok, now for the bad:
Judah is kicking butt and taking names at daycare.
Silver lining:
He can now SAY the word "gentle"...
Better News: Jude started daycare and giggles on his way in...
ok, now for the bad:
Judah is kicking butt and taking names at daycare.
Silver lining:
He can now SAY the word "gentle"...
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Mammoth and Arnold, CA
I wrote this while we were in Mammoth earlier this month:
It’s been 6 months now that Judah has been in our arms and longer that he’s been in our hearts. Every day people make comments about how spectacular he is…and my thought is always the same, “you have no idea just how spectacular.” I hope all mothers feel this way. I’m sure they do.
Today we were on a shuttle bus through beautiful Mammoth Lakes. A French boy, of about 15, said something and people laughed. His sister interpreted for us. “Your son will be a lover.” The comment was obviously in reference to his flirty ways. My son had single handily captivated ½ the bus with his artful moves.
When I’m holding him he often leans and reaches for other people- so that he can flirt and socialize more properly. This may sound alarming to some, but it has never bothered me (although I like to joke that it does). When we are alone, he repeatedly whispers “mama” while gently patting my face, outlines my lips with his fingers, and grabs me and kisses me. I don’t see him treat anyone else with such sensitive romance; he lets me know I’m special.
I think about who he is…what I know about him so far. He just turned 12 months, so it’s impossible to say that I know who he will be (but I do think I know all of the important stuff already). I’m proud of that person. More than proud, enamored by.
He returns every smile with his heart. He laughs at all jokes and even has a polite smirk for “good tries.” He loves to be the showman, but is very sensitive and sweet. He pats people gently to let them know he loves them. He pretends to be shy sometimes, but he’s not. He stands up for himself and does not like to be laughed at. His social needs are rarely fulfilled and he tries very hard to be everyone’s friend. He’s smart, not super emotionally complex, and confidant. You never have to guess how he’s feeling; it’s ALL out there. He dances to music in a way that’s obvious that he feels each beat, hums peacefully when going to sleep, chats to himself- sometimes in a whisper when sorting things out, sings from his belly, squeals with ear piercing happiness, and grunts (LOUDLY) with determination when poopin’. My son holds nothing back, laughs more often than not, and lives with so much exuberance I can’t help but look at him with admiration. He is unique and I’m so glad that I get to spend the rest of my life celebrating his.
Sunday:
Bryan: “Judah, you are such a cute baby.”
Judah: “Thank you.”
Bryan: “Did he just say ‘thank you?’”
Us: “Yes, he did.”
Monday:
Tommy (joking with Judah at a coffee shop): “You don’t get to have a drink here.”
Judah: “Yes, I do.”
Server: “Did he just say “Yes, I do”?”
Us (laughing): “Yes, I think so.”
Server (with a confused look): “Wow, I really thought I heard him say that.”
*Judah did end up drinking a smoothie. So, he was right.
It’s been 6 months now that Judah has been in our arms and longer that he’s been in our hearts. Every day people make comments about how spectacular he is…and my thought is always the same, “you have no idea just how spectacular.” I hope all mothers feel this way. I’m sure they do.
Today we were on a shuttle bus through beautiful Mammoth Lakes. A French boy, of about 15, said something and people laughed. His sister interpreted for us. “Your son will be a lover.” The comment was obviously in reference to his flirty ways. My son had single handily captivated ½ the bus with his artful moves.
When I’m holding him he often leans and reaches for other people- so that he can flirt and socialize more properly. This may sound alarming to some, but it has never bothered me (although I like to joke that it does). When we are alone, he repeatedly whispers “mama” while gently patting my face, outlines my lips with his fingers, and grabs me and kisses me. I don’t see him treat anyone else with such sensitive romance; he lets me know I’m special.
I think about who he is…what I know about him so far. He just turned 12 months, so it’s impossible to say that I know who he will be (but I do think I know all of the important stuff already). I’m proud of that person. More than proud, enamored by.
He returns every smile with his heart. He laughs at all jokes and even has a polite smirk for “good tries.” He loves to be the showman, but is very sensitive and sweet. He pats people gently to let them know he loves them. He pretends to be shy sometimes, but he’s not. He stands up for himself and does not like to be laughed at. His social needs are rarely fulfilled and he tries very hard to be everyone’s friend. He’s smart, not super emotionally complex, and confidant. You never have to guess how he’s feeling; it’s ALL out there. He dances to music in a way that’s obvious that he feels each beat, hums peacefully when going to sleep, chats to himself- sometimes in a whisper when sorting things out, sings from his belly, squeals with ear piercing happiness, and grunts (LOUDLY) with determination when poopin’. My son holds nothing back, laughs more often than not, and lives with so much exuberance I can’t help but look at him with admiration. He is unique and I’m so glad that I get to spend the rest of my life celebrating his.
Sunday:
Bryan: “Judah, you are such a cute baby.”
Judah: “Thank you.”
Bryan: “Did he just say ‘thank you?’”
Us: “Yes, he did.”
Monday:
Tommy (joking with Judah at a coffee shop): “You don’t get to have a drink here.”
Judah: “Yes, I do.”
Server: “Did he just say “Yes, I do”?”
Us (laughing): “Yes, I think so.”
Server (with a confused look): “Wow, I really thought I heard him say that.”
*Judah did end up drinking a smoothie. So, he was right.
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008
If Judah...
is having a bad day (there was a life vest incident prior to this video- Jude had to explain to us very slowly and clearly that if you don't have a neck, life vests DO NOT FIT! No not that one! OR THE OTHER ONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GREW A NECK SINCE YOU TRIED ON THE LAST ONE? This is humiliating...) you just have to turn on music. Here's proof:
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