I'm a little bit late, but here are some pictures from Theo's first birthday party, which was attended by me, Ted, Jack, Elliot, Mattie and my friend and photographer Carrie Fletcher.
Theo was 22 lbs 14 oz and 32.5" long at his 12 month check up. He is a big, happy, playful one year old. He took two steps by himself today, but otherwise gets around happily by crawling. He has not shown much interest in walking yet, but instead prefers to explore the vertical plane. He is an adept and adventurous climber. I have found him atop the dining room table and his brothers' bedroom nightstands more than once. He climbed to the top of a workman's ladder unassisted, and frequently goes up three flights of stairs on his own (with me right behind him, of course.) His favorite places to play include on top of Mattie's bed and the Stokke chairs. As recently as one month ago, he still had very little interest in adult food. He has come a long way over the past few weeks, and has really increased his appetite and the list of foods he likes. His favorites are pears, bananas, apples, blackberries, blueberries, cheerios, chocolate chips, grilled cheese and peanut butter (he eats it right out of the jar, like his mom!) He hasn't fallen in love with veggies or meat yet. He still breastfeeds about 5 times per day. Theo is a great communicator as well. He knows a few signs (milk, more, all done,) and says a handful of words. His favorite is "hi" which he says to people (and phones) all day long. He also says mama and dada, wow, and last night wowed us by standing up and saying "up", then plopping down and saying "dow". He has also discovered how to point, and spends much of the day being carried around pointing at things, saying "uh, uh, uh" until he gets what he wants. Much to my dismay, he still will not let me read to him. He either tries to grab the book and throw it on the floor, or just fusses and squirms out of my lap. His favorite song is the Eensy Weensy Spider. It gets us through every diaper change (he hates lying down on the changing table.) I sing, while he does the hand motions. We do the eensy weensy, the big gigantic and the wriggly giggly spiders, which gives me just enough time to change the diaper. I always end by changing the last line of the song (climbed up the spout again,) to "tickled Theo again," which is our family tradition, and always a big hit. He loves the park, and watching his brothers. His favorite person is Ted, which is so cute to see! He cries every day when Ted goes to work.
Theo's first year went by so quickly. I'm sad to see it end. I try to take a moment each day to make a memory of these remarkable times. If I don't remember to pause once in a while, it feels like I might blink, and it will all be gone!
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Friday, April 30
Tuesday, April 27
Vacation
Phew! We made it home from our vacation. It was wonderful at first, then started to go downhill, and finally ended up feeling like we would never make it home. But, I'll save the details for later. I just wanted to post a few pictures, and try this new slide show format.
Sunday, April 18
Quote of the Day
A trio of quotes:
I have a wonderful neighbor named Marleen, who makes delicious homemade spaghetti sauce. She generously brings us a jar or two whenever she makes a batch. To thank her recently, I made some bread for her and her husband, Walter. Ted walked it over to her house with the boys. The following conversation took place at her door.
Ted: Hi, Walter. Anne baked this bread for you.
Walter: Thank you very much. It looks delicious!
Elliot: It's for Marleen.
Walter: I will make sure to give it to her as soon as she gets home.
Elliot: Don't eat any!
Walter: Ok. I promise not to eat any unless I ask her first.
* * * * *
From our car ride down to Berwyn:
Jack: I like Grammy's house better that my house.
Me: I'm sure Grammy would really like to hear that.
Jack: It's because I get more things I like there.
I have a wonderful neighbor named Marleen, who makes delicious homemade spaghetti sauce. She generously brings us a jar or two whenever she makes a batch. To thank her recently, I made some bread for her and her husband, Walter. Ted walked it over to her house with the boys. The following conversation took place at her door.
Ted: Hi, Walter. Anne baked this bread for you.
Walter: Thank you very much. It looks delicious!
Elliot: It's for Marleen.
Walter: I will make sure to give it to her as soon as she gets home.
Elliot: Don't eat any!
Walter: Ok. I promise not to eat any unless I ask her first.
* * * * *
From our car ride down to Berwyn:
Jack: I like Grammy's house better that my house.
Me: I'm sure Grammy would really like to hear that.
Jack: It's because I get more things I like there.
Pop Pop's post Phillies' game joke today:
The traffic was so bad driving down to the Phillies game today. We were stuck for so long that we started to get very hungry. What do you think we found to eat in the car?
Traffic Jam!
Friday, April 16
Thursday, April 15
Favorite Foods
We all have our favorite foods. I shared one of mine with Theo for the first time this week, while Mattie indulged in one of his. Mmmmmm...
Tuesday, April 6
Not Me Monday
Sometimes I feel like other moms look at me (on my good days, of course,) with the four kids and think that somehow, I must have it all figured out. (Which, I utterly and completely don't.) Like every mom, I often find myself throwing the rules out the window, and ignoring even my own best advice. There are days when my loftiest goal is simply to make it through another day. One of the other blogs I read features a weekly post called "Not Me! Monday", where the author recounts some of those moments we all have, but might not always want to share. The post this week caught my attention because I too am guilty of the exact same irony. I was also reminded of these posts last week, while Ted was out of town, and I had my own Not Me! moment.
While Ted was away for three days, I tucked our stash of cloth diapers away, and got out a big package of disposable diapers. I used them joyfully the entire time he was gone. It wasn't saving that extra load of laundry that I was celebrating, but being able to go up to 6 hours between diaper changes. With that one switch, I was able to knock two or three diaper changes off my list of things to do each day. It felt good, and easy too.
Sometimes I feel like I go to so much trouble, and do so much extra work to do what I think is right. I'll make an extra trip down to the basement (that's down 5 flights of stairs,) when I know the lights were left on. I drive to another town to pick up local, unpasteurized milk each week. I use cloth diapers (95% of the time at least :-) ) and even hang them up on the line in nice weather, to avoid filling up our landfills. I make our beds every day, keep journals for the kids, try to make most of our food from scratch, volunteer at the kids' school and in the neighborhood. But, by the end of the day, I'm exhausted. My head spins. Ted just stares at me with utter incomprehension. I know he's thinking, as he relaxes in front of the TV, "do you think it's all worthwhile?" I guess the answer is that, most of the time, I do. But, it is fun to just let it all go sometimes. After all, that feels worthwhile too.
It was not me.
I would never wait until my husband had walked out the door for yet another business trip to tuck away our stash of cloth diapers and pull out a giant pack of disposables. It was not me putting on those disposables so joyfully, knowing that I could go 6 whole hours before having to change them again, then tossing them blissfully into the trash! And I certainly would not have ordered them online, so they had to be flown, driven and delivered, at the expense of gallons of fossil fuel, right to my front door.
There you have it. It was definitely not me.
While Ted was away for three days, I tucked our stash of cloth diapers away, and got out a big package of disposable diapers. I used them joyfully the entire time he was gone. It wasn't saving that extra load of laundry that I was celebrating, but being able to go up to 6 hours between diaper changes. With that one switch, I was able to knock two or three diaper changes off my list of things to do each day. It felt good, and easy too.
Sometimes I feel like I go to so much trouble, and do so much extra work to do what I think is right. I'll make an extra trip down to the basement (that's down 5 flights of stairs,) when I know the lights were left on. I drive to another town to pick up local, unpasteurized milk each week. I use cloth diapers (95% of the time at least :-) ) and even hang them up on the line in nice weather, to avoid filling up our landfills. I make our beds every day, keep journals for the kids, try to make most of our food from scratch, volunteer at the kids' school and in the neighborhood. But, by the end of the day, I'm exhausted. My head spins. Ted just stares at me with utter incomprehension. I know he's thinking, as he relaxes in front of the TV, "do you think it's all worthwhile?" I guess the answer is that, most of the time, I do. But, it is fun to just let it all go sometimes. After all, that feels worthwhile too.
It was not me.
I would never wait until my husband had walked out the door for yet another business trip to tuck away our stash of cloth diapers and pull out a giant pack of disposables. It was not me putting on those disposables so joyfully, knowing that I could go 6 whole hours before having to change them again, then tossing them blissfully into the trash! And I certainly would not have ordered them online, so they had to be flown, driven and delivered, at the expense of gallons of fossil fuel, right to my front door.
There you have it. It was definitely not me.
Monday, April 5
Daddy Love
Theo and Ted have a special bond. I came upstairs Saturday morning to find them cooking bacon together in the kitchen. I thought this image perfectly captured that bond...
Thursday, April 1
Quote of the Day
From Mattie, who likes to remind us that nobody likes other people's birthdays; they only like their own.
"I want to have an October birthday, with October things.
I want an October flag, with stars on it.
...
And a circle cake, with blue frosting.
Dark blue frosting, like I always like.
And that's all.
Ok, Mama?
...
And an airplane on the front.
On top of the circle.
Over it.
Ok, Mama?"
"I want to have an October birthday, with October things.
I want an October flag, with stars on it.
...
And a circle cake, with blue frosting.
Dark blue frosting, like I always like.
And that's all.
Ok, Mama?
...
And an airplane on the front.
On top of the circle.
Over it.
Ok, Mama?"
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