This is for Mom and Jaime. I’ve never heard the Peaches & Herb song, but I have heard them sing it quite a few times.
Ryan got back from Chicago last night after Hayden went to bed. So tonight they were . . .
Look at how Hayden looks at Daddy—he loves Daddy!
OOH STINKY FEET! Hayden loves that game. He starts laughing when you sniff his feet.
Happy all ’round!
I went just a little crazy with the photos today… I took like 20 something. Here are three:
Hayden “pulled” himself up to standing using the wall. I don’t know how.
Then I fell in love with his new outfit, so I decided to try some “professional” type photos. Not much success, but here’s a pretty cute one:
Then we met Lindsey and Sadie in the park for a picnic lunch (mostly for the adults; very delicious!) and play time. Okay, so play time was mostly for the adults, too, since we just stuck around the swings and talked.
I talk a lot. I tried to blame this on the fact that, other than the check out girl at Walgreen’s, I hadn’t had a face-to-face interaction with a person that can talk back in almost three days. I probably talk a lot anyway. Lindsey is terribly patient!
Here are Haydie and Sadie playing together. This was about 5 seconds before I discovered Hayden was eating handfuls of seeds from the cement, and not liking them, either.
It was a great way to spend a lovely afternoon! Other than the seeds, of course.
I’m a bad trick-or-treatee. Door answerer. Whatever. Sometimes I don’t even say anything to the kids when I answer the door. Oh well.
Hallowe’en pictures!
The Unambiguously Scottish Trio
Hayden’s costume: Mini KiltAnd a truly scary picture:
And on that note: hope you had a happy Hallowe’en!
Hooray! I won! Thank you for all your help! I win two books (well, three if you count the one that I won from eComXpo) and am entered into the final four to be judged on merit. I don’t expect to win (I think week one’s winner was very good and there are a few good entries this week), but I’m just excited. I got 633 unique views—I think that’s my lucky number. It was the time that Ryan was born (PM) and it was my house number when I met Ryan. Plus, I only won by 3, so thanks to everyone that visited my article. I’ll get those links all over the page down ASAP.
Hayden’s excited for me, too (you need to watch this more than once to get it to work right):
Yesterday he learned to clap! I was able to catch the tail end of his third attempt. He seems to like it—it’s making noise!
Finally, I think you should go to Google if you’re “White & Nerdy” and a fan of Weird Al. He’s back—with a vengeance. Sadly, my conscience says I can’t link to it since there are like 1 or 2 inappropriate parts. But you can find it yourself.
It’s a parody of “Ridin'” by Chamillionaire. Reminds me of the time I asked Hayden how he wanted to ride (ie backpack or frontpack). I looked at my pasty white baby and immediately knew the right answer, “Mama, I wanna ride till I die.”
Maybe that part’s only funny to people who really did grow up (in but not of the) gangsta.
I finally filmed Hayden in the process of standing for all to enjoy.
Hard to believe he’s getting so big! He now spends quite a bit of time trying to stand up while holding on with only one hand. It’s so strange to think that he’ll be running around soon!
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I feel as though I’ve been reborn. After my post last week about Hayden’s sleep problems, I realized that I actually can get up every hour or two during the night. It’s not really that hard. I don’t have to have an anxiety attack when I go to bed. I don’t have to enjoy getting up 3/4/5/6/7 times a night, but I can do it for a least a little while longer.
I feel free, I feel patient, I feel like a good mom. I realize that the daytime is good—Hayden is a singularly happy little boy, usually very good about taking naps (though he is currently in his crib refusing to sleep), and a curious, inquisitive, fun, cute, strong, growing, beautiful baby boy. He is becoming incredibly adept at pulling himself to standing on furniture. While that’s a little scary at times, it’s amazing to watch him grow up.
It’s also hard to know how much to let go. When he was learning to sit, after I nursed him I would always sit him up by himself. If he started to topple over, I caught him probably 95% of the time. The result? He learned to sit up, no bruises involved. But I can’t just hover over him when he climbs up on the entertainment center waiting for him to fall. I don’t wait for him to fail, I watch in awe as he succeeds. He’s actually quite good at getting back down safely, but he does still fall and bump his head sometimes.
And don’t worry, when he hits his head and cries out in pain, I pick him up and cuddle him. He doesn’t have to grow up all at once, after all.
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