All of David’s cousins have blogs documenting their childhoods and I often read through the archives to see what his cousins were doing when they were his age, what their temperament was like, sleeping patterns, etc. Recently I read this entry on my sister’s blog about how a “maturity light switch” was flipped around 10 to 11
Tom and I met in 2001, started dating the last week of 2007, and got married three years ago today. If, the day before Tom asked me out on a date, someone had told me that I was about to go on a date with Tom Krieger I would have laughed in their face. In
I was in the kitchen when I realized David had been quietly occupying himself for a few minutes. Usually that means he’s gotten into the compost bin or Tom’s sheet music. When I went to check on him, I was so happy to see he was playing with his ball rather than elbow-deep in kitty
David turned 10 months old, um, four days ago. This is the latest I’ve ever been with a monthly update, and it’s a far cry from when I wrote his one-month update three days early. I like to think the change is because I’ve stopped wishing the days away and started enjoying, no, savoring time
For weeks it seems like we’ve had at least a little rain almost every day. We’ve had several showers that come out of nowhere and leave just as quickly. Each time, as soon as the rain let up, David and I would go on a “Rainbow Hunt.” Rainbow Hunt just means carrying out to the
A few days ago I walked out of the room, and when I came back I saw this. David doesn’t pull up often, and I think it’s because of his modified crawling style. If he was up on all fours, it’d be easier to rock back on his knees and use his legs to pull
Since sharing all his business on the Internet has already bought David, at the worst, years of therapy and, at the very best, lots and lots of eye rolling, I’m just going to go ahead and throw caution to the wind here. Internet, I give you David’s most noticeable development this past month: We’ve introduced
David has a new trick. It’s very technical. It’s called “crawling through the coffee table.” The first time he did it I went nuts. My heart exploded and I grabbed the camera. These photos? They’re for his college applications. I didn’t take any photos of the dismount because at that point he hadn’t quite mastered
Last Monday while I was busy polishing my “Mother of the Year” trophy, David fell off the couch. Actually, I was right there. My hand was on him and he lunged off the couch head first. Doesn’t that make it worse? If I can’t keep him on the furniture while under my complete supervision, then
He’s been doing this for a few weeks now. I don’t know what the technical definition of crawling is, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t it. I’ve heard moms call it the “Army crawl” but with all the grunting and struggling, David’s crawl is more like a castaway lugging his body across the beach in