Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Poor Little Man

Who has ideas for soothing teething? My poor little guy is in a lot of pain with his recent teething and I feel helpless. I cry when he cries, so there is just a lot of crying and not too much pain relief. (Actually, he hasn't even been crying too much, but he isn't his normal sunny self, so I can tell that he is hurting.) I have been doing Tylenol, but I guess I don't really know if it helps too much, and it is definitely not localized, so ideas are appreciated.

In other news, who else is SUPER EXCITED to do their taxes?!?!?!?!

I love taxes. (No sarcasm included. I seriously do love doing taxes.)

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Grant me patience...

Charlie isn't holding still for one minute lately. He recently discovered that the place he wants to be is in the fireplace. And we don't ever use it or anything, but it is so dirty, and then he puts his hands in his mouth (makes him look like he has a goatee) so I went with the ol' chair in front of the fireplace tactic to deter him. It took him approximately six seconds to figure out how to move that chair. A month or so ago we got a gate for our kitchen door because we keep the cat food and litter in there and I didn't want him to get into it. It has since become a favorite spot to practice standing. It makes noise when you rattle it, so it is also an ideal place to whine at whoever is in the kitchen while shaking the door. Makes quite the ruckus. Today, I found this:
Which is Charlie at the gate, but IN the kitchen. Going through the pantry, actually. Don't know how that happened.
A final little funny note: We got him this fun walking toy, but he is pretty happy with the whole crawling thing, and not interested in learning new tricks.
He still likes his toy though, so he crawls around while pushing it. I know all the other mothers are saying "WAIT you DON'T want him to walk!!" but I think I really do. I am sure once I join you as the seasoned mothers of walking children, I will look back on the crawling days with nostalgia, but in the meantime, the child is super heavy and I can't carry him around much longer. It feels like. I thought the same thing when he was like 23 pounds, and I have managed to the 28 mark, so I guess I will manage until he is ready to walk. (By the way, along with his new found desire to GO, GO, GO, he won't look at mommy when I tell him to anymore, so that is why the photographs are suffering lately.)
Thursday, we went to visit Uncle Spencer at Jamba Juice. I was talking to Spencer and I looked down, and Charlie had managed to crawl out of his stroller (via the foot holes) and was on the floor crawling away. It was pretty funny, and it was hard not to laugh as I was sternly telling him that it was naughty. Immediately upon being returned to the stroller, he did it again. He was therefore strapped in for the rest of the ride, which angered him, but whatever. I let him get out that way when we got home, since it was so funny. He is too young to send a mixed message to, right?
In other news, he is cutting tooth number 5. Teething is enough to make you wonder why you became a parent. No, just kidding. He is still (basically) as sweet as ever.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Eleven Things

As an eleven month old, Charlie can....

1) Say "Mama" and "Dada" when prompted. Look for Mama or Dada while saying it.
2) DANCE. Whether it is music on the radio, hymns at church, or the ring tone on mommy's phone, Charlie is feeling the beat. If I don't answer any calls anymore, it is because I am watching my adorable boy dance to the ring tone, sorry.
3) Wear 18 and 24 month clothes. Wear size five diapers. We are going to have to start using Depends before he is old enough to potty train.
4) Play, play, play! He loves the bulldozer game (mommy or daddy get on all fours and he crawls over and puts his forehead to ours and tries to knock us over. Precious.) and fetch, which includes throwing the ball and Mommy going to get it 50% of the time, Tobi (cat) going and getting it 25% of the time, and going and getting it himself 25% of the time. He also gets the concept of Peek-A-Boo now, so he hides himself behind the door, blanket, stuffed animal and then pops out and laughs. Also pulls on whatever is hiding his playmate to reveal their face. Pulls Mommy's hair (not very softly, but whatever) if she lays face down on the floor. Thinks it is a game of Peek-A-Boo, instead of what it usually is (an impromtu nap).
5) Whimper like a puppy dog if he sees us eating something he wants. Know intuitively whether what we are eating contains sugar or is otherwise bad for him/extremely tasty.
6) Climbing up stairs.
7) Have four teeth.
8) Show absolutely no interest in walking.
9) Babble non stop, particularly when mommy is on the phone, and singing along when there is music or we are singing. Still humming himself to sleep.
10) Hold his own bottle. (FINALLY).
11) Play "pick a hand" where we put a Cheerio or small toy in one of our hands and hold them out to him to pick where it is. When he plays with Spencer, Spen puts it in his hand behind his back, so he only gets it right about half the time, but he knows to find it in the other hand if his first pick is empty. I put it in my hand right in front of him, so he always gets it right with me. I might be boring, but I like to see him succeed. Haha.

And, for good measure,
12) Make mommy cry when she thinks of how grown up he is getting!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Monday, January 19, 2009

Did I mention...


Sunday, January 18, 2009

Bad news

These things:

are the best candies in the ENTIRE WORLD. If these were out all year round (they are Easter candy), I would weigh approximately thirty seven thousand pounds. Luckily enough for my waistline (and Greg's) they are only Easter candy.

It is JANUARY. I FOUND SOME IN RALPHS YESTERDAY. And now the feeding frenzy will begin, because once I get a bite of one, I am nuts until I get more. The extent that I want to break the Sabbath and go to Ralphs RIGHT NOW to get some more. I might pull the ol' midnight trick (just kidding; that totally bugs me.)

It's an illness.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009


Well, I need to get on here and discuss the updates going on in our family, but it is sort of making me cranky to think about, so I am just going to give the short version:
The economy sucks and so they laid off more people in the HR Office and I therefore have to work four full days in the office instead of 2 1/2 days in and 2 1/2 days at home. (I still work Thursdays from home).
Anyway, I am extremely blessed to still have my job and we are very blessed that Greg has his (and a lot of job security, working for his mother and in bankruptcy law, perhaps the only booming industry right now) so I won't complain too much. But I miss being with my little man 2 1/2 days a week. I haven't been home with him at all yet this week! Looking forward to tomorrow.

So, now a list of things for which I am grateful:


Marshmallows (he can't find his...can you?)

the piano



Thursday, January 8, 2009


Charlie added some moves to his dance repertoire.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Park Day - A Photo Essay

The rest of the game pictures

Before the game. Spencer freezing next to us. We got him to use a blanket before the game, but once it started, he was shirtless almost the whole time. He said the energy kept him warm, but I saw him chattering in secret.
So cold.
This was what Charlie looked like the ENTIRE GAME. He sat and watched and didn't even make a PEEP. I was so impressed by his good behavior. If we could get some screaming fans to watch at church, maybe he would sit quietly like that.
We're number one...

AND THEN WE GOT A TOUCHDOWN!!!!We had to shield Charlie from the beer rain that came down on us. But we WON so it was a refreshing rain! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! It was the greatest game to be at EVER!

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Need I say more?

Spencer at the Charger game.