Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Oh no, you didn't!
Yes, yes I did. I melted some cheese on a plate and fed it to him with his lunch. He loved it. He didn't even share with Buster. I guess it's a guy thing...
Friday, October 23, 2009
Which is good, because Charles seems to alternate between personification of one of the other. He bites, and it hurts. But we've mostly broken him of that. He walks like the undead, arms out, with a wobbly gait that doesn't look all that stable (though the girls at daycare keep saying he is one of the most stable early-walkers they've seen). He also moves quickly, much like vampires supposedly do. Why, in a flash! he is down the hall and hanging on the gate trying to get down the stairs (thank goodness for the gates). He comes at you with mouth open, trying his level best to get some body part of yours in his mouth. So, is he one of the undead? Only time will tell. Personally, I am hoping he settles on zombie, as modern vampires are a bit too effeminate for my tastes. How did Vampires go from Vlad the Impaler to Twilight?
Charles tried peanut butter for the first time this week... I think he likes it:
---He spends much of his time walking and crawling between various items of interest on the floor, including two music tables, a wooden spoon, a tambourine, a metal bowl, and the dog. Buster tolerates Charles crawling all over him. Probably because Charles lets Buster eat out of his hand at the dinner table. When we're not looking. They both know better, but Charles thinks is the best game ever.
My mom is one clever lady. Evidence: she sent up a pie with my dad, but included a note that reads: "Love is not enough. Add sugar."
I heard uproarious laughter coming from the bathtub last night, so I snuck over with the camera and captured it... Charles was laughing like this, harder even, for a solid three minutes. I think Tony's arms got tired of flapping the towel.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
On another front (and I hope I'm not horribly jinxing the family here), Charlie is almost sleeping completely through the night. Tuesday night, he actually slept from 8pm to 6am. I woke up at 5:55, double checked the clock was correct, went in to check on him, saw he was fine, went back to bed and pleasingly closed my eyes to hear him signal he was up...figures.
With this development, we have decided we can start to rebuild some semblance of social lives. On Friday, Amelia organized an outing to a local hockey game for her Rotary Club. We took a chartered bus down and back and had a great time. Last night, we went to the Opera/Symphony. There were a few excellent guest vocal soloists who performed with the Skagit Chorale and Symphony. They performed excerpts from several different operas and symphonies. Amelia wore her cape, which made her look very much like a debutante and I did my best to keep up.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Yeah, so now he's a walker. No more than a few steps at a time, but he's making progress every time he does it.
Also, we went to the pumpkin patch for the Festival of Family Farms and had fun. Well, Tony and I had fun. Charles was tired and couldn't figure out what the hubbub was all about. I've helpfully narrated the following photos for your edification."Yay! Where are we?"
"Ooof. You guys made me walk a loooong way from the car. I'm tired."
Saturday, October 3, 2009
What, don't you vacuum your children?
Anyhow, the sleep thing is the normal nonsense. He goes down without a fight every night at about 8 pm. Then, sometime later, say midnight or one am, he wakes up screaming. Tony goes in after 5 or 10 or even 15 minutes of wailing to let him know he is not alone, gets him laying down again, and Charles returns to sleep. Then, he wakes at 4 or 5, sopping wet and ready for food, goes immediately back to sleep after changing and nursing, and is up by 6 am, ready to take on the world. I don't usually get to bed before 11. This timeline sucks.
Also, eleven months. He's eleven months old. Yeesh.
That's all for now, stayed tuned for something more interesting next time, I swear.