Your Nana, that is your Momma's father's mother, was down here visiting her step-father, who is considered to be my great-grandfather and therefore, your great-great grandfather. We call him Grampa. I know, it's all very complicated. Grampa is succumbing to leukemia and he was taken off of blood transfusions and sent home to be on hospice. That is, they're going to work on managing his pain, but not keeping him alive. You great-great Aunty Doris, who is Nana's younger sister, is staying with Grampa at the moment.
We went to visit Grampa, Nana and Aunty the day before Nana left. It was a nice time and you were rather gentle with Grampa, which I didn't expect. I expected you to pull on his beard and try to rip his oxygen tubes out. Woohoo! Like I said though, you were good with him. You smiled, laughed, and gave hugs and kisses to Grampa. It was very sweet.
Nana and Aunty came to visit a few times too. When they first got into town they visited and had a lot of fun with you. Nana brought you a plastic baby book that sings songs, and you love it. It has a twinkle, twinkle little star page, which you of course adore. It's now one of your most favorite toys.
They came over later on in the week, at night when Dad was working. They wanted to commandeer our television so they could watch American Idol. I am not an American Idol fan. It is a "talent" competition of singers who... sing and crap. They get judged by crazy people who work in the entertainment industry. People can vote at some points in time. I'm not a fan, and all I know is that I'm happy I have DVR because it's on at the same damn time as LOST, and I'd would seriously even beat my own grandmother down to watch that show. So, look out, Nana!
They joined us for dinner one night as well. They were surprised at how well you eat. We had faux-BBQ chicken, 3-bean salad, baked potatoes and dinner rolls. It wasn't too bad.
You had a lot of fun with those two. It was pretty nice. Nana didn't even complain about how dirty she thought the house was, which I was very proud of her for.
Tomorrow, I get to be a person with a sign waiting for someone they don't know at the airport for the first time. Nice! We're going to get Grampa's brother Bruce who is flying down from Halifax, Nova Scotia (crazy canuck!) from the airport. I haven't ever met him before, so we get to hold a "Bruce" sign. I hope Dad remembered to make it at work. I have a feeling he'll come home and get all flustered and yell "shoot!" when I remind him about it. Oh well. (He ended up offering me a used bandage instead.) This will be your first time at an airport, and I'm bringing bulk hand sanitizer since I've been successfully freaked out by swine flue.
Saturday we're celebrating Beltane a day late! Beltane is the celebration of the first day of May, when everything is all alive again, not just coming to life like it is for the start of Spring. Anyways, we're going to pick strawberries in celebration, and I'm looking forward to that. You, naturally, love strawberries.
Also on Saturday Dad's going to celebrate his Mother, Grammy Linda's, birthday with Grampa Steve and Aunt Breanne. Her birthday would have been Monday.
I think that's all for now. Lots of Love, Momma.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
First Stand, then Step...
Jasper,
Today you stood up by yourself for a good five seconds. You're gonna bewalking running around the house in no time. *Sigh* time to re-babyproof the house. You spent most of the morning playing around with Momma, Daddy, Stockton and Oatmeal the bear. You were crawling around chasing Stockton when you got him cornered and he popped you in the face. You cried for a minute, but you're fine now, Stockton didn't have his claws out. You gotta learn that everyone needs their space sometimes, even kitties. Other than that you just talked with Oatmeal and used Momma and Daddy as jungle gyms.
Now you and Momma are taking a nap while I track the Red Sox-Orioles game on the web. It's Patriots Day in Massachusetts, so the Boston Marathon is being run and the Red Sox game started early. Justin Masterson is pitching today since Dice-K is on the disabled list. Right now they're up 3-1 in the bottom of the 3rd inning. If they win today they'll be over .500 for the first time other than the first game of the season. Momma's been worried about them already this year, but I keep telling her that it's still early. Hopefully when you're older we can go see the Red Sox play at Fenway Park, especially since you're a Red Sox baby and all.
Too soon I have to go to work, though I'm sure you'll be awake again before I leave. Maybe we can all have some lunch and play outside in the weed-free lawn together before I go. And tomorrow you and I get to hang out together for the morning while Momma and Colleen go walking. Who knows what fun and exciting stuff we'll do when it's just us boys!
Daddy
Today you stood up by yourself for a good five seconds. You're gonna be
Now you and Momma are taking a nap while I track the Red Sox-Orioles game on the web. It's Patriots Day in Massachusetts, so the Boston Marathon is being run and the Red Sox game started early. Justin Masterson is pitching today since Dice-K is on the disabled list. Right now they're up 3-1 in the bottom of the 3rd inning. If they win today they'll be over .500 for the first time other than the first game of the season. Momma's been worried about them already this year, but I keep telling her that it's still early. Hopefully when you're older we can go see the Red Sox play at Fenway Park, especially since you're a Red Sox baby and all.
Too soon I have to go to work, though I'm sure you'll be awake again before I leave. Maybe we can all have some lunch and play outside in the weed-free lawn together before I go. And tomorrow you and I get to hang out together for the morning while Momma and Colleen go walking. Who knows what fun and exciting stuff we'll do when it's just us boys!
Daddy
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Mango!
You had your first mango today! You seemed to think it was rather tasty. I was a little pissed because I got you an avocado too, but it was all brown inside when I cut it open. Dammit! I wasn't too happy about that, and you didn't know the difference. I'm waiting for Daddy to come home from work, he should be calling me really soon to tell me he's on the way. ...and there he is! You're crying in your bed, because I know you're tired but you don't want to believe me. Go to sleep, you baby!
I've been preparing for Nana to come and visit us. I have to clean and clean and clean or else I'll hear about what a slob I am and how the house smells like cat shit. Woo! So, I've been running around cleaning up after you and your father and our three cats. Also, trying to clean any general messiness around the house. It's certainly not the easiest thing. I can only think of 100 other things I'd rather be doing.
...Go to sleep child!
We took care of the massive weed problem in our yard yesterday. You were pretty in love with Daddy using the weedwacker. Our friend Colleen came over to watch you for a minute so we could pay attention to what we were doing and you were also in love with her toes. She had them painted red and you wanted to kiss them... or suck on them. You little weirdo!
Daddy is on him way home, and I'm going to make him get you out of your crib when he gets here, since I don't think you're going to go to sleep. You brat. I love you anyways.
I've been preparing for Nana to come and visit us. I have to clean and clean and clean or else I'll hear about what a slob I am and how the house smells like cat shit. Woo! So, I've been running around cleaning up after you and your father and our three cats. Also, trying to clean any general messiness around the house. It's certainly not the easiest thing. I can only think of 100 other things I'd rather be doing.
...Go to sleep child!
We took care of the massive weed problem in our yard yesterday. You were pretty in love with Daddy using the weedwacker. Our friend Colleen came over to watch you for a minute so we could pay attention to what we were doing and you were also in love with her toes. She had them painted red and you wanted to kiss them... or suck on them. You little weirdo!
Daddy is on him way home, and I'm going to make him get you out of your crib when he gets here, since I don't think you're going to go to sleep. You brat. I love you anyways.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Dear Jasper,
This morning you and I hung around for a while Momma slept in. She's a good Momma and deserves it. Then we had breakfast and played around a little before we all took a nap until Daddy had to go to work. Today was April 15th, the day taxes are due. I had a busy day at work helping people who waited til the last minute. Momma and Daddy filed their taxes a while ago. Thanks to you being born we got back quite a bit of money, which is nice, since we have to spend so much to take care of you. Momma said you laughed so hard you pooped on the floor today! She was letting you crawl around without a diaper before your bath. You saw Stockton (your kitty) playing in your playyard and you laughed and laughed until you just let go in the living room. Good thing Momma was planning on giving you a bath anyway. You woke up for a little while after I came home, and we watched Momma cook supper and then you went back to sleep.
Good night, little Jasper.
Daddy
This morning you and I hung around for a while Momma slept in. She's a good Momma and deserves it. Then we had breakfast and played around a little before we all took a nap until Daddy had to go to work. Today was April 15th, the day taxes are due. I had a busy day at work helping people who waited til the last minute. Momma and Daddy filed their taxes a while ago. Thanks to you being born we got back quite a bit of money, which is nice, since we have to spend so much to take care of you. Momma said you laughed so hard you pooped on the floor today! She was letting you crawl around without a diaper before your bath. You saw Stockton (your kitty) playing in your playyard and you laughed and laughed until you just let go in the living room. Good thing Momma was planning on giving you a bath anyway. You woke up for a little while after I came home, and we watched Momma cook supper and then you went back to sleep.
Good night, little Jasper.
Daddy
Monday, April 13, 2009
Who we are.
Dearest Jasper,
You may be wondering who your parents were before you were present. This is our tale....
When I first met your father, Ryan, I knew that I totally had a huge old crush on him. I thought I was such hot shit in the Boston nightlife scene. I was a super high maintenance, dancing queen of doom, club hopping mad woman. I was underage, and could generally get into clubs and drink under the legal age of 21 (THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN!! LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES hahaha). I was a pretty fabulous dancer if you ask me or anyone who knew me, so I was really convinced that I was seriously the shit.
(momma thinking she's the shit)
I met the man who would be your father at one of these clubs, at a regular Thursday night dance and music event called Circle. He was wearing some cute shirt and a leather mini skirt with long, long black hair and platform sandals. That was all I needed to see. I kept telling him he was "so cute" and he kept running away from me since he had a crush on another girl. A few weeks later she rejected him (thank god) and I was suddenly good enough for him to give the time of day, haha. He was a dj, and was dj-ing that night, a few of my friends and I played groupie for a few moments ("oh dj, oh dj" and giving him kisses... by the way, the last time I ever let any other woman put her lips on him!)
(a dj-ing daddy in a dress)
He decided at that point that he had a crush on me. We didn't see each other around for about two weeks and ran into each other at a party a mutual friend was throwing. We flirted and had a nice time and then your dad started stalking me down on the internet. We chatted via instant messenger for 70 + hours straight. After staying up all night long talking on i.m., we both called in "sick" to work and went out on a date. We were pretty inseparable after that, and fell in love very quickly.
I asked your father to marry me in early October of 2007. Yes, I proposed to him... He always told me he needed a strong woman to tell him what to do, and I told him, that's for sure. I had beaten uterine cancer in 2006, after a year and a half long battle. Radiation pellets were my treatment, since my stubborn as hell self refused to have a hysterectomy. I wasn't supposed to be able to have children, at least that's what a few fertility doctors had told me. We agreed that we wanted to try to have children at some point. About a week after this conversation, the Red Sox won the '07 World Series on October 28th. We "celebrated" and you were conceived that night. So, regardless of where you go or what you do, you, just like your mother, will always be a Red Sox fan. I found out I was pregnant three days after my 21st birthday. November 15th, 2007. We decided to get married very shortly after that, on January 19th 2008. It was a small ceremony in our Boston, MA apartment. We were married by a Justice of the Peace. I made most of the food myself, your Aunty Em made the cake, we had about 30 guests. Our friend Starr did my hair and a local dress shop was where I bought the dress, which was technically a bridesmaid's dress. (I am far too cheap to buy a "real" wedding dress.)
(daddy and momma at their wedding)
You were born on August 6th, 2008. I will put up another post about that.
(a brand new you)
I am going to do the "who I am" part... I'll let Daddy do his part...
I am a pagan. I have PTSD. (I hope I can see you big enough to explain to you the full extent of what this means) I listen to sad music and it makes me feel better. I swear like a sailor. I can drink anyone except for Granny Jayne and Aunty Em under the table with tequila shots. I am an environmentalist, especially now that you're here. I want to know our precious planet will survive humans, and that we won't destroy it. I don't want global warming to kill us all before your great-great-great grandkids get to live a full and healthy life. I hate plastic bags and anything that isn't recyclable. As a pagan, I believe that the Earth is our mother, that we should all love her dearly and protect her like we would our own mothers. I believe that the entity of "God" is the planet, and therefore exists around us in every living thing, therefore deserving our full respect. I believe religion a choice to be respected, regardless of how different your faith may be. I despise close-mindedness & am fully disgusted by racism, sexism, biogotry, homophobia, and all other forms of hate. I think everyone should have the opportunity to marry the person they love, whether they be gay or straight. I believe everything Charles Darwin wrote. I love to bake. I have a strong desire to scrapbook, but some little boy in my house really likes to eat paper. I wish that I could write music, but it's just not in my head. I can't play any instruments. I wish I knew how to paint, but just... can't. I love cats. I really love Arthur, he's been there for me through some hard time. As a result I have a soft spot for Blue Russian cats. Arthur really is the best cat ever. He has a lot of personality. He's almost 6 now, and when he dies I'm going to have to convince your dad to get us a dog or something. I don't know what I'll do. I love tattoos. I have two currently, and my next one is inspired by you. I love red wine and dark chocolate. I can cook really well. I am not a picky eater. Indian and Italian foods are my favorites. I am desperately trying to lose weight. I am a smoker and have been since I was 12, and I will slap you if you pick one up before you're 18. I value independence. I am a freak about money and hate not having any. I really like to go grocery shopping and buying things on sale. I love to talk to you like you're a "big person". I like to explain to you how things work even if you don't really understand what I'm talking about. ...Did I mention I swear too much? Because I do. I hope you don't pick up on it too soon. I like to take pictures and wish I had a nicer camera. I love my Blackberry. I refuse to leave the house in my pajamas. I hate looking like crap. I generally overdress for things. I love video games, particularly rpg's. I have bushy eyebrows and have to weedwack them to death with a pair of tweezers on a regular basis. I am a really sarcastic person with a dry, offensive sense of humor. I love to laugh, even if I am uber cynical. I love your father, and don't think that anyone else would ever put up with me if he died or left me. I love you more than any words could ever say, and I hope you are always aware of that regardless of anything else. You and your father mean so much to me. It's pretty sappy. You're a couple of great guys.
Hey Jasper, dad here now. I was born in South Korea and adopted at 13 months old by a wonderful American family. I grew up in Washington and California, but lived most of my childhood in South Carolina. Back when I was a kid I was too smart for my own good, overachieving in school and thinking it would all come easy all the time, which it doesn't. Near perfect SAT scores and tons of AP credits don't get you squat if you don't keep pushing yourself after high school as I quickly learned. After I dropped out of college I started djing and throwing house parties with my friends. I got a job with Kinko's as a way to get out of South Carolina and a couple years later I transferred to Boston. It was there that I met your mother, while djing in the underground dance music scene. After a blisteringly quick courtship we fell madly in love and she asked me to marry her. Soon afterwards, you were conceived and we settled into our lives as parents. A bit about who I am...I like to read science fiction books and non-superhero comics. I enjoy playing video games, mostly rpgs and strategy games like SimCity. I used to rollerblade all around town, it was my preferred form of transportation. I believe that mathematics is the basis for all existence, regardless of whether we have the mentality to understand how it all works together. I'd like to believe that humanity has a place in the future of this planet, but I know that the planet will survive us regardless of how much we try to destroy it. I smoke too many cigarettes, another of the bad habits I hope you don't pick up from me. I follow sports religiously, from a statistical viewpoint, and have since I was a kid. My favorite teams are the major Detroit teams (Tigers, Lions, Pistons and Red Wings) and the Boston Red Sox and New England Patriots. I used to play soccer and wish it had a bigger following here in America. I drink Mountain Dew like it's water, and water like it's poison (meaning I don't drink it). I started growing out my hair when I finished high school and don't trim it until it gets near my waist. I try to see the good in people regardless of who they are. I enjoy my sleep, whenever and wherever I can get it. I like to eat pretty much anything, especially what your mother cooks (she's a good cook), and enjoy sushi, Indian and Thai. I have a pretty high metabolism which your mother hates and I'm pretty sure you've inherited. I am a pretty good dancer, from what people tell me, and enjoy dancing to high speed/energy music, particularly drumn'bass, hard house, and hardcore, though anything faster than 150 bpm usually gets me moving. I have fairly eclectic musical taste, from 1950s - 70s rock to 80s electro pop to light jazz and electronic dance music. I enjoy wearing a shirt and tie to work, and tshirts and slacks are my usual lounging attire. I try to avoid wearing logos and catch phrases unless they are something I truly believe in. Most of all I love you and your mother, and will do everything that I can to raise you up to be a strong individual who stands up for his own ideals regardless of whether I might agree with them.
You may be wondering who your parents were before you were present. This is our tale....
When I first met your father, Ryan, I knew that I totally had a huge old crush on him. I thought I was such hot shit in the Boston nightlife scene. I was a super high maintenance, dancing queen of doom, club hopping mad woman. I was underage, and could generally get into clubs and drink under the legal age of 21 (THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN!! LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES hahaha). I was a pretty fabulous dancer if you ask me or anyone who knew me, so I was really convinced that I was seriously the shit.
I met the man who would be your father at one of these clubs, at a regular Thursday night dance and music event called Circle. He was wearing some cute shirt and a leather mini skirt with long, long black hair and platform sandals. That was all I needed to see. I kept telling him he was "so cute" and he kept running away from me since he had a crush on another girl. A few weeks later she rejected him (thank god) and I was suddenly good enough for him to give the time of day, haha. He was a dj, and was dj-ing that night, a few of my friends and I played groupie for a few moments ("oh dj, oh dj" and giving him kisses... by the way, the last time I ever let any other woman put her lips on him!)
He decided at that point that he had a crush on me. We didn't see each other around for about two weeks and ran into each other at a party a mutual friend was throwing. We flirted and had a nice time and then your dad started stalking me down on the internet. We chatted via instant messenger for 70 + hours straight. After staying up all night long talking on i.m., we both called in "sick" to work and went out on a date. We were pretty inseparable after that, and fell in love very quickly.
I asked your father to marry me in early October of 2007. Yes, I proposed to him... He always told me he needed a strong woman to tell him what to do, and I told him, that's for sure. I had beaten uterine cancer in 2006, after a year and a half long battle. Radiation pellets were my treatment, since my stubborn as hell self refused to have a hysterectomy. I wasn't supposed to be able to have children, at least that's what a few fertility doctors had told me. We agreed that we wanted to try to have children at some point. About a week after this conversation, the Red Sox won the '07 World Series on October 28th. We "celebrated" and you were conceived that night. So, regardless of where you go or what you do, you, just like your mother, will always be a Red Sox fan. I found out I was pregnant three days after my 21st birthday. November 15th, 2007. We decided to get married very shortly after that, on January 19th 2008. It was a small ceremony in our Boston, MA apartment. We were married by a Justice of the Peace. I made most of the food myself, your Aunty Em made the cake, we had about 30 guests. Our friend Starr did my hair and a local dress shop was where I bought the dress, which was technically a bridesmaid's dress. (I am far too cheap to buy a "real" wedding dress.)
You were born on August 6th, 2008. I will put up another post about that.
I am going to do the "who I am" part... I'll let Daddy do his part...
I am a pagan. I have PTSD. (I hope I can see you big enough to explain to you the full extent of what this means) I listen to sad music and it makes me feel better. I swear like a sailor. I can drink anyone except for Granny Jayne and Aunty Em under the table with tequila shots. I am an environmentalist, especially now that you're here. I want to know our precious planet will survive humans, and that we won't destroy it. I don't want global warming to kill us all before your great-great-great grandkids get to live a full and healthy life. I hate plastic bags and anything that isn't recyclable. As a pagan, I believe that the Earth is our mother, that we should all love her dearly and protect her like we would our own mothers. I believe that the entity of "God" is the planet, and therefore exists around us in every living thing, therefore deserving our full respect. I believe religion a choice to be respected, regardless of how different your faith may be. I despise close-mindedness & am fully disgusted by racism, sexism, biogotry, homophobia, and all other forms of hate. I think everyone should have the opportunity to marry the person they love, whether they be gay or straight. I believe everything Charles Darwin wrote. I love to bake. I have a strong desire to scrapbook, but some little boy in my house really likes to eat paper. I wish that I could write music, but it's just not in my head. I can't play any instruments. I wish I knew how to paint, but just... can't. I love cats. I really love Arthur, he's been there for me through some hard time. As a result I have a soft spot for Blue Russian cats. Arthur really is the best cat ever. He has a lot of personality. He's almost 6 now, and when he dies I'm going to have to convince your dad to get us a dog or something. I don't know what I'll do. I love tattoos. I have two currently, and my next one is inspired by you. I love red wine and dark chocolate. I can cook really well. I am not a picky eater. Indian and Italian foods are my favorites. I am desperately trying to lose weight. I am a smoker and have been since I was 12, and I will slap you if you pick one up before you're 18. I value independence. I am a freak about money and hate not having any. I really like to go grocery shopping and buying things on sale. I love to talk to you like you're a "big person". I like to explain to you how things work even if you don't really understand what I'm talking about. ...Did I mention I swear too much? Because I do. I hope you don't pick up on it too soon. I like to take pictures and wish I had a nicer camera. I love my Blackberry. I refuse to leave the house in my pajamas. I hate looking like crap. I generally overdress for things. I love video games, particularly rpg's. I have bushy eyebrows and have to weedwack them to death with a pair of tweezers on a regular basis. I am a really sarcastic person with a dry, offensive sense of humor. I love to laugh, even if I am uber cynical. I love your father, and don't think that anyone else would ever put up with me if he died or left me. I love you more than any words could ever say, and I hope you are always aware of that regardless of anything else. You and your father mean so much to me. It's pretty sappy. You're a couple of great guys.
Hey Jasper, dad here now. I was born in South Korea and adopted at 13 months old by a wonderful American family. I grew up in Washington and California, but lived most of my childhood in South Carolina. Back when I was a kid I was too smart for my own good, overachieving in school and thinking it would all come easy all the time, which it doesn't. Near perfect SAT scores and tons of AP credits don't get you squat if you don't keep pushing yourself after high school as I quickly learned. After I dropped out of college I started djing and throwing house parties with my friends. I got a job with Kinko's as a way to get out of South Carolina and a couple years later I transferred to Boston. It was there that I met your mother, while djing in the underground dance music scene. After a blisteringly quick courtship we fell madly in love and she asked me to marry her. Soon afterwards, you were conceived and we settled into our lives as parents. A bit about who I am...I like to read science fiction books and non-superhero comics. I enjoy playing video games, mostly rpgs and strategy games like SimCity. I used to rollerblade all around town, it was my preferred form of transportation. I believe that mathematics is the basis for all existence, regardless of whether we have the mentality to understand how it all works together. I'd like to believe that humanity has a place in the future of this planet, but I know that the planet will survive us regardless of how much we try to destroy it. I smoke too many cigarettes, another of the bad habits I hope you don't pick up from me. I follow sports religiously, from a statistical viewpoint, and have since I was a kid. My favorite teams are the major Detroit teams (Tigers, Lions, Pistons and Red Wings) and the Boston Red Sox and New England Patriots. I used to play soccer and wish it had a bigger following here in America. I drink Mountain Dew like it's water, and water like it's poison (meaning I don't drink it). I started growing out my hair when I finished high school and don't trim it until it gets near my waist. I try to see the good in people regardless of who they are. I enjoy my sleep, whenever and wherever I can get it. I like to eat pretty much anything, especially what your mother cooks (she's a good cook), and enjoy sushi, Indian and Thai. I have a pretty high metabolism which your mother hates and I'm pretty sure you've inherited. I am a pretty good dancer, from what people tell me, and enjoy dancing to high speed/energy music, particularly drumn'bass, hard house, and hardcore, though anything faster than 150 bpm usually gets me moving. I have fairly eclectic musical taste, from 1950s - 70s rock to 80s electro pop to light jazz and electronic dance music. I enjoy wearing a shirt and tie to work, and tshirts and slacks are my usual lounging attire. I try to avoid wearing logos and catch phrases unless they are something I truly believe in. Most of all I love you and your mother, and will do everything that I can to raise you up to be a strong individual who stands up for his own ideals regardless of whether I might agree with them.
Why I am doing this
I saw the most sad episode of Oprah today. It was about unconventional, unforgettable fathers. One was Matt Logelin, who's story made me bawl and is still making me weepy. His blog is at mattlogelin.com. Another was a father who was deployed in Iraq, he kept a journal for his son in the event something happened to him. Well, something did. His words are beyond touching. Now, I am not in any form of military. I am just a stay at home mother. Things still happen. If anything were to happen to me, I want my beautiful son Jasper, who means more to me than words can express, who his eccentric, unique mother was. I want him to know me, regardless of anything. I am writing this for him, to capture our memories and to show him my very strange personality. My husband Ryan and I are very unconventional people, with very strange struggles at times. I always want Jasper to be aware of who we are. This will be written as a letter to him from here on out, about our family's life together.
Today you are teething.
Jasper,
Today you are teething. You are 8 months, 1 week and 1 day old at the moment. You have two teeth already (one came immediately after the other one). You can eat things like soft vegetables, pasta, bread, arrowroot baby cookies, and whatever else you feel like munching on (dirt, random plants, cat hair, paper). Your third tooth will be here any minute now, I promise. You're very mad at me because I think you need to lay down and take your afternoon nap. You think it's time to give momma a million kisses and play with your favorite rubber ducky. You learned to give kisses recently, and you think it's pretty amazing. You still kiss with tongue, which I think is cute and daddy thinks is disgusting. I think this is all extremely funny, since you'll grow out of it and then grow back into it. (Kissing with tongue, that is) You think you should be walking and I think you need to cut it out because I don't feel like chasing you around yet. I also think it's unfair to our oldest cat, Arthur, who is still surprised to see you crawling so fast. Your favorite things are mom and dad (of course!), story time, bath time, and Stockton, our youngest kitty. He is your kitty. He lets you pull his tail and whiskers, and doesn't seem to mind. He lets you eat cat food. I want to slap him for that. He snuggles with you when you lay on our bed and drink bottles when you wake up in the morning. You can use furniture to help you walk all over the place. You fall a lot but are learning that I'm not going to help you out, so you don't cry about it anymore. You figured out depth yesterday and realized you shouldn't crawl off the couch or else you're going to fall down and hurt yourself. It's the little things that change everyday that make me think you are a genius and the most amazing little dude on the planet. I am probably biased in both my opinions. You are sleeping soundly now and I am going to watch Jon & Kate Plus 8. I love that show. Your mom and dad are a lot like them... except not Christian, and we only have one kid.
I love you so much,
Momma
Today you are teething. You are 8 months, 1 week and 1 day old at the moment. You have two teeth already (one came immediately after the other one). You can eat things like soft vegetables, pasta, bread, arrowroot baby cookies, and whatever else you feel like munching on (dirt, random plants, cat hair, paper). Your third tooth will be here any minute now, I promise. You're very mad at me because I think you need to lay down and take your afternoon nap. You think it's time to give momma a million kisses and play with your favorite rubber ducky. You learned to give kisses recently, and you think it's pretty amazing. You still kiss with tongue, which I think is cute and daddy thinks is disgusting. I think this is all extremely funny, since you'll grow out of it and then grow back into it. (Kissing with tongue, that is) You think you should be walking and I think you need to cut it out because I don't feel like chasing you around yet. I also think it's unfair to our oldest cat, Arthur, who is still surprised to see you crawling so fast. Your favorite things are mom and dad (of course!), story time, bath time, and Stockton, our youngest kitty. He is your kitty. He lets you pull his tail and whiskers, and doesn't seem to mind. He lets you eat cat food. I want to slap him for that. He snuggles with you when you lay on our bed and drink bottles when you wake up in the morning. You can use furniture to help you walk all over the place. You fall a lot but are learning that I'm not going to help you out, so you don't cry about it anymore. You figured out depth yesterday and realized you shouldn't crawl off the couch or else you're going to fall down and hurt yourself. It's the little things that change everyday that make me think you are a genius and the most amazing little dude on the planet. I am probably biased in both my opinions. You are sleeping soundly now and I am going to watch Jon & Kate Plus 8. I love that show. Your mom and dad are a lot like them... except not Christian, and we only have one kid.
I love you so much,
Momma
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