I’m trying to stop calling Hayden “baby.” He’ll be a big boy this week. Besides, seeing him next to Landon, he’s clearly not a baby anymore.
It’s tough, though. “Big boy” doesn’t work as well for a lot of things. Just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
But he is a big boy. See:
He thinks he’s daddy with daddy’s phone and keys. I’m off to work, Mama! Too soon, too soon.
A few weeks ago, Ryan and I became concerned that Hayden doesn’t know his name. It could be that he doesn’t respond because he’s far more interested in whatever he’s playing with. Or it could be that we often call him by pet and nicknames.
The giant list of things we call Hayden other than his name (I came up with 51. Obviously some of them are circumstantial. (Note a young Hayden’s blank stare.)
No wonder the kid’s confused!
(“Mr. Dobolina, Mr. Bob Dobolina” is a line from the Monkees song, “Zilch.”)
As promised, Christmas photos:
We call him “Mr. Quackers.”
Work it, dahlink.
Delicious. (del.icio.us?)
Take the picture already, Ma!
The ball was a gift from Santa, too. I like his “little young man” outfit here (and the one on Christmas, too).
Okay, okay, I know that word means ‘delicious’ or ‘attractive.’ But come on, no other word sounds more appropriate for this timely (taken this morning) photo:
So what, you say? Look closer:
HAYDEN HAS HUGE TEETH!!!!
Coming soon, I promise: photos from San Diego including Christmas and the San Diego Zoo, and a response to Lindsey’s blog tag (even though when I last saw this meme you were only supposed to tag 5 people!).
I just realized that Hayden is eleven months old today… Happy eleven month day, little one!
Isn’t it funny how much your perception of your child changes over time? I thought he was the cutest baby when he was born. I thought he looked quite human-like. Wait… he is and he did. Nix the changing perception part.
Y’know how newborns can’t perceive that they’re distinct people from their mothers? It works in reverse, too, I think: mothers usually expect babies to be a.) just like themselves, b.) just like their (the babies’) fathers, or c.) both. That isn’t always the case.
I am reminded of this every time we’re out in public and Hayden is smiling at everyone he sees. Now that he’s started waving (which I think I still haven’t captured on video), he makes friends with strangers on a regular basis. Luckily, he hasn’t yet strayed from my or Ryan’s arms, but Hayden has absolutely NO stranger anxiety. I, on the other hand, don’t care for crowds or strangers.
He might grow out of it. But he just might grow up into his own person after all.
More pictures from December: gotta get all the cute ones from last year posted and get on those from our trip.
Concert pianist (in his little tuxy for Jaime’s wedding)
Mom’s trying to indoctrinate baby on the subject of fiber arts
He likes his new sweater (still a bit big; I think it’ll fit him in the spring)
Yeah, that’s a toothbrush. What does he need that for?
Two new teeth! Can you see ’em? They’re huge!