Saturday, June 27, 2015

10 Months

My sweet H.E. learned to crawl this month!  Just a couple of weeks ago he took off and he can't stop.  Now he's already trying to pull up on the coffee table and walk and go to college by himself and all kinds of other things that I'm not ready for.  Poor mommy.

I'm really very excited that he's able to get around a little bit by himself because that boy is as heavy as he looks.  It's no surprise that beneath those sweet, chunky cheeks there lies a big eater!  Harrison is eating like a big boy--he's graduated to mostly table food and can out eat his brother and me most of the time.  I don't know how he does it.  The kid still has no teeth in his mouth but manages to gum down chicken nuggets like a champ.  Where there's a will, there's a way, I guess.

Little buddy is getting smarter every day and learning new tricks and bad habits from big bro.  Sign of things to come, right?  He's a precious little man and even though he's getting bigger he still likes to snuggle his mommy.  I hope that I get to keep squishing and squeezing that boy for a long time, but I sense that my days of him sitting with me are over now that he knows how to move it, move it.

Happy 27th, H.  I love you, baby.

Couldn't help it...had to include this picture.  When my boy smiles, he does it all the way!

Monday, June 1, 2015

Don't beat yourself up

Carter (and probably every other 2 year old in the world) loves to monkey around in my car, scampering to the back seat or front seat instead of getting into his car seat so I can buckle him in. It's a mildly annoying habit in the best of circumstances, but on a day when it's pouring down rain on me and I've already been soaked on the other side of the car while putting Harrison in, it's exceedingly frustrating.

To combat this little behavior, I did a bit of mommy magic and started letting Carter crawl in on Harrison's side of the car, then asking him if he could 'beat me' to the other side of the car. That way, while I buckled little brother in, Carter would rush to his seat, and then I would run around to the other side of the car and pretend to be dismayed when I realized he had beaten me into his chair. 'I beat you!' he giggles, every time.

Pretty smart parenting, right? Well, don't give me the Mom of the Year award just yet.

Imagine my horror when today, at the library, Carter told several people, "When I get in the car, Mommy will beat me!"

OMG. Just sitting at he now waiting on the call from CPS.