I can feed myself with a spoon!
(On bath night.)
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Happy Easter
Thank you, Carters, for organizing a wonderful Easter party yesterday. It was so good to see everyone who was able to come. It was nice to meet the soon-to-be additions to the family as well - Sam and Jacob and see how much all the children have grown. It's never enough time with each individual but it's always fun. It was Austin's first Easter and his first egg hunt. His cousin, William, was so helpful in gathering the eggs and putting them in his basket. Austin enjoyed pulling them out and tasting them as Will went. After seeing Will put them in he even dropped a couple back into the basket himself. Unfortunately, I'm not a great photographer. I pretty much just randomly shoot and hope the subject makes it into the photo. I spent most of my time carrying Austin but I did get a few cute pictures. More importantly we had a great time. So, here they are...
(Case in point: It would have been nice if I had moved the camera a little to the left but that cute little nose and forehead over there belong to Will. Thanks for your help, little guy.)
(Case in point: It would have been nice if I had moved the camera a little to the left but that cute little nose and forehead over there belong to Will. Thanks for your help, little guy.)
Ode to Scoobi
S - so soft and squishy
C - cute and cudleful
O - obedient ... mostly
O - obese (in a good way)
B - best dog in the world
I - incomparable
C - cute and cudleful
O - obedient ... mostly
O - obese (in a good way)
B - best dog in the world
I - incomparable
We decided to give Scoobi to Janet. Only because I couldn't keep up with the shedding anymore and it was driving me insane. She moved to TX on Friday. We miss her terribly and hope she will be very happy and well loved living with Janet and having my mom nearby to spoil her. She is the best dog in the world and we have many happy memories of the 7 1/2 years we had her. So it is with a tear in our eye and a tug on our heart that we wish her a fond farewell. We love ya Scoobs.
Step It Up
A couple of weeks ago Austin and I were in the foyer at church and he stood up and took 2 steps!!! Then he didn't do it again for the rest of the week. The next week (last week) he would randomly take 1-3 steps here and there. At the end of the week he took 5 or 6 one time. Then this morning he was playing in the middle of the living room floor when he stood up and walked over to the couch! I was so excited I clapped and hooted and scared him. So we walked over to me and then walked away. So, I count today as the day he officially started walking. AND it was at MY house - not the babysitters. Yeah!
Also, a funny little story about my quirky little kid. A while ago - it's been a long time since I posted - I put him down for a nap. Everything was very normal. He smiled at me when I walked out. A few minutes later I hear furniture moving in his room. Odd. I crack the door to look in and see that he put his feet between the slats and was pushing the crib away from the wall. So I shut the door and go about my business. A little while later he starts crying. So I go in to see what is the matter. He had taken one sock off, his pants off and was sitting there desperately trying to get his diaper off. He was so frustrated that he couldn't do it that he was crying. Glad I went in when I did. Memories of duct tape are coming to mind.
Fortunately, it was only a little wet.
Also, a funny little story about my quirky little kid. A while ago - it's been a long time since I posted - I put him down for a nap. Everything was very normal. He smiled at me when I walked out. A few minutes later I hear furniture moving in his room. Odd. I crack the door to look in and see that he put his feet between the slats and was pushing the crib away from the wall. So I shut the door and go about my business. A little while later he starts crying. So I go in to see what is the matter. He had taken one sock off, his pants off and was sitting there desperately trying to get his diaper off. He was so frustrated that he couldn't do it that he was crying. Glad I went in when I did. Memories of duct tape are coming to mind.
Fortunately, it was only a little wet.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Stories to Remember
I have several cute little stories about Austin recently that I want to post so that I can remember them. Since I have only written in my journal once since Austin was born this is my best bet. The pictures don't necessarily have anything to do with the stories I had in mind - I'm just random like that.
Austin thinks articles of clothing flying through the air is one of the funniest things he's ever seen. (Are images of purple bats coming to mind, anyone?) So, once I was loading the clothes from the washer to the dryer. He came over and stood front and center facing the dryer. I tossed clothes in and he just cracked up! Laughed so hard he snorted! Don't know where he got that from??!?
Mike came home from work one day and popped a couple of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in his mouth. I was holding Austin and he comes up and wraps his arms around us. I said, "Woah, that's some serious peanut butter breath you have." To which he responded with a sarcastic blowing in our faces. At this, Austin let out a short burst of a cough. Like his breath was really bad. Seriously, the kid isn't fazed by the overwhelming fragrance of his diapers but, Mike's peanut butter breath, now that's something to make your toes curl!
Austin was following me around the house. It takes quite a bit of effort as I walk much faster than he crawls. I was going back and forth from one end to the other. After a few trips he followed me into the kitchen. When he finally made it I walked back out headed towards the other side of the house. He stopped and let out an exasperated sigh. Aaaugh! and then turned around and crawled back to follow me. To no avail. As soon as he got there I was leaving again. This time he just cried. There's only so much those little dough knees can take of those hard floors.
Mike came home from work, got the box of Cheeze-its, sat down on the other end of the couch from where Austin and I were sitting and took a handful. Austin immediately crawled over, stuck his hand in the box, took out a cracker and ate it like he'd been doing it all his life (of 9 months). Chew, swallow, repeat. The addiction starts early in the Duncan family. (This picture actually does apply to the story.)
So does this one. What is it about bathrooms that is so fascinating anyway? Probably we spend way too much time there. Austin opened this cupboard and crawled right in. It has a leftover child safety latch on it. Obviously doesn't work. Austin didn't make any special effort to open it. He's into crawling into things. Dropping things into containers and bags. And pulling toys out from under furniture. Fun times. I love this little boy.
Austin thinks articles of clothing flying through the air is one of the funniest things he's ever seen. (Are images of purple bats coming to mind, anyone?) So, once I was loading the clothes from the washer to the dryer. He came over and stood front and center facing the dryer. I tossed clothes in and he just cracked up! Laughed so hard he snorted! Don't know where he got that from??!?
Mike came home from work one day and popped a couple of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in his mouth. I was holding Austin and he comes up and wraps his arms around us. I said, "Woah, that's some serious peanut butter breath you have." To which he responded with a sarcastic blowing in our faces. At this, Austin let out a short burst of a cough. Like his breath was really bad. Seriously, the kid isn't fazed by the overwhelming fragrance of his diapers but, Mike's peanut butter breath, now that's something to make your toes curl!
Austin was following me around the house. It takes quite a bit of effort as I walk much faster than he crawls. I was going back and forth from one end to the other. After a few trips he followed me into the kitchen. When he finally made it I walked back out headed towards the other side of the house. He stopped and let out an exasperated sigh. Aaaugh! and then turned around and crawled back to follow me. To no avail. As soon as he got there I was leaving again. This time he just cried. There's only so much those little dough knees can take of those hard floors.
Mike came home from work, got the box of Cheeze-its, sat down on the other end of the couch from where Austin and I were sitting and took a handful. Austin immediately crawled over, stuck his hand in the box, took out a cracker and ate it like he'd been doing it all his life (of 9 months). Chew, swallow, repeat. The addiction starts early in the Duncan family. (This picture actually does apply to the story.)
So does this one. What is it about bathrooms that is so fascinating anyway? Probably we spend way too much time there. Austin opened this cupboard and crawled right in. It has a leftover child safety latch on it. Obviously doesn't work. Austin didn't make any special effort to open it. He's into crawling into things. Dropping things into containers and bags. And pulling toys out from under furniture. Fun times. I love this little boy.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
My Apologies
Mike brought it to my attention that I make him out to be the bad guy in my little story of Austin and the big, bad mucus. That was not my intent. He was concerned, like a good dad, when I called him. And hurried to meet me, like a good husband. So, I am sorry. We all know it was really the mucus that was the bad guy.
At least with blogging, when everything comes out wrong - like it so often does - I can print a retraction. :)
At least with blogging, when everything comes out wrong - like it so often does - I can print a retraction. :)
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
A Step in the Right Direction
A couple of weeks ago Austin started doing the walk while holding on to the furniture thing. Any wagers on when he'll start walking independently?
He had his nine month check up last week. He's a healthy, happy boy. Long and thin. 18.5" tall and 18 lbs 3 oz.
And then 2 days later he woke up with a cold. Then after his first nap he was super duper congested. He was sitting up playing on the floor and all of a sudden he starts choking. No noise. Not breathing. Face turning colors. So I run over and tip him on his side, head lower than his feet like they tell you to do when he chokes on his milk as a newborn. Eventually he coughs and cries a little but settles down and goes back to playing. Scary, right? 5 minutes later he does it again. Same thing except this time some mucus came up. So I suck out his nose as best I can. 5 minutes later he does it again. So, I'm kinda freaked out and I call the pediatrician's office. His doctor is not in so I talk to whoever the nurse was there. I said, "My 9 month old son keeps choking on his mucus to where he actually stops breathing for a minute." She replies with a gasp, "Oh, no. Do you want to bring him in?" Uh, panic. "okay." I hang up the phone and he does it again. So now I'm worried that on the way there he is going to choke and I won't be able to hear him because, as choking goes, he doesn't make any sound. I can't see him because his car seat is facing backwards and he's just gonna die. So, I called Mike and said, "I kinda want you to come home." I told him what was going on and he was worried and we went to the doctor with me in the back seat watching Austin. Well, he never did it again. Then the doctor (not ours) comes in and says that it's a common thing. Looks scary but it's no big deal. He just isn't used to the thickness of mucus and when it lands on his vocal cords he panics instead of swallowing. But the brain kicks in and he figures it out on his own. Well, I'm sorry but the nurse could have just said that on the phone. So then Mike is not happy with me and says, "We need to work on what is an emergency and what isn't and how to react." So here I am the overprotective first time mom - again. I still think if it were him he would have been freaked out too. Oh well. Whadjagonnadue?
Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure:
He had his nine month check up last week. He's a healthy, happy boy. Long and thin. 18.5" tall and 18 lbs 3 oz.
And then 2 days later he woke up with a cold. Then after his first nap he was super duper congested. He was sitting up playing on the floor and all of a sudden he starts choking. No noise. Not breathing. Face turning colors. So I run over and tip him on his side, head lower than his feet like they tell you to do when he chokes on his milk as a newborn. Eventually he coughs and cries a little but settles down and goes back to playing. Scary, right? 5 minutes later he does it again. Same thing except this time some mucus came up. So I suck out his nose as best I can. 5 minutes later he does it again. So, I'm kinda freaked out and I call the pediatrician's office. His doctor is not in so I talk to whoever the nurse was there. I said, "My 9 month old son keeps choking on his mucus to where he actually stops breathing for a minute." She replies with a gasp, "Oh, no. Do you want to bring him in?" Uh, panic. "okay." I hang up the phone and he does it again. So now I'm worried that on the way there he is going to choke and I won't be able to hear him because, as choking goes, he doesn't make any sound. I can't see him because his car seat is facing backwards and he's just gonna die. So, I called Mike and said, "I kinda want you to come home." I told him what was going on and he was worried and we went to the doctor with me in the back seat watching Austin. Well, he never did it again. Then the doctor (not ours) comes in and says that it's a common thing. Looks scary but it's no big deal. He just isn't used to the thickness of mucus and when it lands on his vocal cords he panics instead of swallowing. But the brain kicks in and he figures it out on his own. Well, I'm sorry but the nurse could have just said that on the phone. So then Mike is not happy with me and says, "We need to work on what is an emergency and what isn't and how to react." So here I am the overprotective first time mom - again. I still think if it were him he would have been freaked out too. Oh well. Whadjagonnadue?
Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure:
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