August, 2006
I think Casey and I are going to have to venture into the dreaded realm of "talking about discipline" in regards to Kenny. My Happiest Baby Ever is starting to think that Mommy's mad face is a funny one, and that the N-word (that is, "No") is something more of a challenge or a test of wills than the law of the land. He's also starting to get into a…
Not one minute after I hit "publish" on last night's post, Kenny was awake and stayed that way for more than two hours. He was perfectly happy as long as we were all playing, but absolutely adamant against being put back to bed. It finally took nearly 45 minutes of rocking and bouncing from Casey, and even that only lasted a few hours before he was up again.…
Not only has poor Kenny had to contend with tooth number five breaking through his tender gums for the last two days, but today was insult to injury. On our walk — the same walk we take everyday — he was viciously attacked by a swarm of wicked mosquitoes, unbeknownst to me. Upon taking him out of his beloved backpack, I saw TEN welts, each the size of a quarter,…
I had every intention of writing last night, but was hit unexpectedly by the speeding bullet of a clogged duct. (I don't need to explain any further for all you Moms out there.) No one said that weaning was a picnic, but I hardly expected to have any physical issues, since I'm going about it at a snail's pace. As for the emotional side, Kenny seems to…
This morning, as the Kenny-man announced his intentions to start the day at 6:05 AM, after another late-to-bed night for the family, I started wondering if I would ever get to sleep more than 6 hours a night again this side of heaven. Casey, the saint in blue-checked pjs, took pitty on his poor, exhausted wife and took Kenny and the Duds downstairs so I could sleep a little…
Kenny is really starting to catch on to the idea of imitating what I do. It's facinating to watch him watch me, then mimic the moves or expressions I make. I was baking a couple of cakes in the kitchen today, and he sat on the floor with his own pots and pans and a spoon, stiring away. When I sang, he squalked, and when I licked…
Can it be nearly three days since last I wrote? Time is flying.... and our house has been a veritable HGTV commercial for the last 48 hours. Yesterday a very imposing man installed our new flat screen TV for 6 hours. Today there were 7 men chopping down the enormous hickory tree that grew straight through our back deck. It put me into a melancholy state…
Today started off pleasantly enough. Casey and I awoke to the sounds of giggles and baby talk over the monitor ~ Kenny was in great spirits, and so happy to see Casey walk in to his room that he squealed and danced on his little feet. In fact, Kenny was a model kid all day. No tantrums, no fussies... he even took a nap for over…
We took Kenny to his first Oriole's game last night... I can honestly say that I've never seen that little guy so happy! So much to see, to hear, to smell, to taste... he was in his element. And later on we found out that he was featured for about 10 seconds on the television broadcast of the 15-0 (O's!) game. He got the hang of clapping right…
If yesterday Kenny took his first unassisted steps, then tonight marks the first unassisted, uncompelled steps. He stood up on his own, teetered for a moment like a drunken sailor looking left and right, then one... two... three... four... five! And plop down on the rump. He even had an audience of 10 adults and 2 other babies to witness his triumph. Go, Kenny, GO! And Casey will…
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