Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Visiting with Cousin Louie

We have had the opportunity to see Cousin Louie quite a bit this summer -- and we are loving it!  My sister has the summer off from teaching and lives about 25 minutes away, making for some spur-of-the-moment visits.  Louie is such a good baby and seems to just rest whenever we see him.  Even amongst the chaos of my three kids running around, he doesn't seem to be the least bit disturbed.

My heart melts when I watch the girls holding their little cousin (especially when they use the boppy pillow that I used exclusively with them when they were little).




"Fish lip" kisses for Louie:



Samantha is so proud of him and can't stop staring at his little features:



And Jack?  Well he is just plain intrigued by him.  On this particular visit, he crawled over as soon as Aunt Minnie unbuckled him out of the car seat.



On another visit, he couldn't resist touching him the second that we laid Louie down on the floor.  Jack needs to learn the word, "gentle" now.  While he isn't aggressive by any means, he needs to be able to control his stronger arms (and pointed fingers) a little bit better!

 

Saturday, June 21, 2014

The Beach

Last weekend, we made an impromptu trip down to the beach.  We can do that since we live just down the street from the park and beach area.  And ... it helps to have the kids slowly getting to the age where I don't have to pack "everything but the kitchen sink."  Yes, throw the kids in their suits, lather them up with sunscreen, gather a few towels and beach toys, grab a sippee with milk ... and we're off. 

Sometimes we walk and take the stroller.  Sometimes we take the wagon.  This time, we piled loosely into the car and made the 45 second drive to the park entrance.

 
Jack started out in the sand entertaining himself with the shovel and buckets for a while.
 




It still amazes me how little ones just "know" what to do with certain things.  He used the shovel like he has been using one his whole life.



Sophia spent some time cooling off in the water as soon as we made it to the beach.



Before long, Jack wanted to be near the water too.  My little man began the trek to the shore.



And then Sophia did her absolute, most favorite activity at the beach -- making "soup." 



Honestly, she makes trip after trip with buckets and shovels to make her "creations."



Her focus is incredible.



Now, Samantha prefers to spend almost all of her time in the water.  She is getting more daring as she ventures out farther and farther every time. 



She is definitely in her "happy place."



Jack made it to the shoreline and found a toy that captured his attention; it's always nice to have some sort of "reward" for all of your hard work (in this case, crawling across the beach).



Showing Momma his "reward:"



Something for each hand:



I just love his profile.



Deep in concentration:


 
Daddy caught a blue gill in a net and brought it up to show the kids.  Jack wasn't scared of it at all.
 




Before long, Sophia had taught Jack how to make soup:



Inspecting his concoction while the waves crashed in on the shore:



Finally making the long trip back up for his sippee of milk:


Thursday, June 19, 2014

Father's Day 2014

The girls and I were busy the whole week leading up to Father's Day.  We did some craft projects, made/signed a lot of cards, wrapped some gifts and did some baking.  All to celebrate some of the special fathers in our lives -- Steve's dad, my dad and Steve.

We arranged to meet up with Steve's dad on Friday for dinner and to give him some of the goodies that we had baked -- brownies, chocolate chip cookies and peanut butter cookies.  After dinner, Steve stayed with his dad for a bit -- chatting and catching up -- while I took the kids to a nearby park and then home for baths and bedtime.

At the park:


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On Saturday, the kids and I headed out to the orchard to meet up with my dad.  Sam had made a card for him (along with a drawing) and we also brought him a big platter of our desserts.  After lunch, the kids played until they were all tuckered out and then I headed back home with them for naps.  While we were gone, Steve managed to tear part of our back deck apart (he is planning to build a newer, bigger one in a few weeks!).

After naps, we made a trip down to the beach while dinner cooked in the oven.  It was a beautiful day to do this and it was made even better to come home to a nice meal after baths.  (Pictures to follow in another post).


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On Sunday morning, we began our day with homemade pancakes and eggs.  After that, the girls were SO excited to present Steve with their gifts.  They were involved in every stage leading up to that point -- decorating, signing cards, wrapping the presents, etc.



(Samantha did her own card; I wrote exactly what Sophia told me to on the front of her card)

Inside each of the cards was a Father's Day questionnaire. 



(Samantha's answers to the questions about her dad)

(Sophia's answers to the questions about her dad)

The loves of my life, sporting their Detroit Tigers shirts:



The excitement on the girls' faces made me smile.  And then there's Jack -- poor guy -- the intensity of the celebration was a bit much for him ...



The girls each made their own homemade painted mugs for Steve.  Sam chose to decorate hers with hearts and Sophia did hers with her handprints.  Ironically, that morning, Steve was using a mug that I had made for him on his first Father's Day five years ago.



Steve also received some new cologne from me.  Jack did show a little interest in that!



Another special gift that we made for him was a framed picture of a tree with the kids' handprints as the leaves/branches on the tree.  Each child did their handprint in a different shade of green.  Whew!  Jack's was NOT easy to do.  The picture is now hanging in our living room.



Later in the afternoon, Steve set to work tearing down the remaining half of the old deck.  Guess who was absolutely glued to the window watching his daddy?  Jack must have sat there for a full 30 minutes just watching him!



 
 
Finally, we ended our day with grilling some chicken on the back patio (because the deck was nonexistent at that point).  And again, Jack wasn't far from his daddy ...
 
Learning how to baste chicken with barbeque sauce:
 
 
 
 
It's hard to imagine that at this same time last year, Jack was just a little baby (less than a month old).  Now he is on a verge of being a toddler and scooting from one location to another!


Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Jack is 13 Months Old



There have been a lot of changes this last month for my growing boy!  It seems as though his 1-year birthday not only marked the end of his baby stage, but it truly began his transition into toddlerhood.

At his 9-month check-up the doctor expressed some concern about his weight gain.  While he had not lost any weight during the previous three months, he had dropped to a lower weight percentile (he had dipped "below his growth curve").  We were pretty sure that this could be attributed to the fact that he had become more mobile and was using more calories.  Regardless, I was instructed to add yogurt and cheese into his diet, in addition to all of the fruits/veggies/grains/meats that he was already consuming on a daily basis.

Needless to say, I was anxious to see how much weight he had gained over the last three months.  Between the added dairy and the conversion to organic whole cow's milk, Jack moved from the 5th percentile to the 42nd!  And the best part: his weight (21 lbs) and height (29") made him eligible to move up to a big boy car seat!

Not really sure about this change yet:



My happy boys:



Checking out the view from all angles:

 

"Yeah, I'm cool with this, Mom:"

 

Another big change that took place was that we lowered the crib mattress down in his bed just shortly after his birthday.  I was certain that he would start sitting up in his bed and I didn't want any acrobatics taking place when I wasn't around.  Whew!  I am glad that we did that because within a few short days of lowering the mattress, Jack mastered the concept of laying on his belly and backing up into a seated position.  Now, whenever I go to get him from his crib (in the morning or after a nap), he is sitting up waiting for me!

Backing up into a seated position:




 Crawling ... Jack has just about mastered that concept too.  It started out a lot like this:



Quite a few belly-flops:



Just about in position:


(He actually prefers this little stance.  Then he drags his leg underneath him; much like both of the girls did at this stage.  Also, a lot of his movement is backwards -- babies seem to master going backwards before they learn how to propel themselves in the forward direction). 

And there it is, even if it is short-lived for now:


 
He can move great distances in a short amount of time.  I'll set him down in one room and he immediately follows me out of the room.  His crawling has taken the form of dragging one leg underneath him (Steve is concerned that he looks weird doing it), but I am sure that he will be crawling on both knees in no time!).  But with some scooting on his belly and spinning on his bottom, he can get where he wants to go.  I am working on teaching him which areas are "off limits" (some of my cupboards and the entertainment center) without having to totally childproof the whole house. 
 
This is "his cupboard."  I removed any of the glass/ceramic bowls from the immediate front, leaving just plastic bowls and lids.  He can play in there whenever he wants (and he does).  This prevents him from trying to get in any of the other cupboards quite as frequently.
 
 
 
Playtime is a big part of our days.  Jack loves to throws balls and laughs until he is breathless as he watches us retrieve them for him.  He will attempt to climb into anything ... like a true boy.
 
For example, a box can make an inexpensive toy:
 


Jack discovered the girls' bean bags and while the color is not really his favorite, he loves the feel of sitting in them:



And what is it about little kids always wanting to play UNDER chairs?  I must have several pictures of each of the kids under chairs at some point in their toddlerhood ...

 
 
Another source of fun for him is the basement door.  When we remodeled the basement, Steve decided to take the door off leading from the kitchen down into the basement.  In doing so, we were free to just cruise down the stairs anytime that we wanted without the hassle of opening and closing the door.  It was convenient.
 
Now, with Jack on the move, we needed to put the door back up and make a conscious effort to keep it closed at all times.  But ... we also needed the cats to be able to go down the basement at any time because their food/water/litter boxes are down there.  So, Steve cut a hole in the door for the cats so that they are able to access the basement at any time.
 
Guess who loves to play peek-a-boo with that hole in the door?!
 


And that same little boy loves to throw his sippee cup of milk right through the opening down the stairs.  Yes, no less than 12 times a day.  I am working with him on that one.

Jack doesn't have an interest in climbing stairs ... yet.  I am thankful for that.  I am not quite ready to put up gates at the bottom of the stairs at the moment.  For now, I am content with just seeing his little, round face looking up at me.

 
 
Jack babbles all the time.  And he has been for quite some time.  It's like he's carrying on his own conversation with you, complete with nodding his head and changing the inflection in his voice.  It's adorable.  When that little man officially starts talking, he will have A LOT to say. 
 
His first word was "cheese!"  As in, "cheese, smile for the camera!"  Every time I get out my camera, he instinctively smiles and says "cheese."  What can I say, I DO take a lot of pictures!
 
His second word was "cracker."  Again, probably an over-used word in this household ...
 
Jack loves music and will start bopping to the music when he hears it.  It melts my heart just how expressive he is -- at such a young age. 
 
We also taught him a new trick just recently.  He "gives five."  If you hold out your palm and ask him to "give you five," he slaps your hand and attempts to say "five" each and every time.  He giggles and giggles.  That sound is just music to my ears.
 
Overall, this has been such a busy and fun month for us.  I just can't wait to see what the next month has in store for my growing and developing little boy!
 

 
 

Samantha is 15!

After breakfast with her friends, I set out Samantha's gifts from us on the same table that her party favors were on.   Since I love a n...