The other night I was giving the boys a bath. Sean jumped in first and Brian wanted to wait to take a shower. As I was getting Justin ready to go in with Sean, he dumped a whole bucket of little rubber ducks wearing football helmets into the tub. Sean started to try to pick them up out of the water with his mouth! He said, "Look Mom I am biting for ducks just like biting for apples at Halloween." I said, "It's bobbing for apples." He said, "I don't know what bobbing is but when you get something in your mouth and use your teeth it is biting." And so it is!
That same night I was putting the big boys to bed and it is a rule in our house that they have to go potty before bed. I don't care if they went ten minutes ago or five hours ago, they have to try. Because I hate changing bed sheets - especially on the top bunk! It was Sean's turn to go andhe jsut stood there looking from the toilet back to me again and again. Then he looks at me again and says, "Mom, I can't go. My peep is empty!" I was laughing so hard, he has such a way with words!
Then last night at Brian's baseball game he thought it would be a good idea to flash the opposing team and say, "Ha, ha! Look at my weiner!" I was mortified and we quickly had a "nice" little talk. He knew he was wrong and we talked about his body and how it was private. His answer was, " Sorry Mom, but I didn't do it to Brian's team though." Maybe it was a distraction technique to give Brian's team the edge! Last year at t-ball he pulled his pants all the way down and ran around, so I can say we are making progress...
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
First Ice Cream Cone!
Mr. Softee (the ice cream truck around here) was nice enough to drive down our street at 8:30 pm! Brian and Sean had been in bed for about fifteen minutes. I heard the music outside and almost immediately heard footsteps upstairs. They were out of bed and down the steps in a flash! They were smiling and yelling, "Ice cream! Ice Cream!" I looked out the window and there was the truck with its flashing lights and hypnotic music. Mr. Softee doesn't make it down our street too often, so I said yes to ice cream!
Brian and Sean ran out of the house almost as fast as they came down the steps. Brian Sr. and I grabbed some cash and Justin, and headed out the door after them. I got a vanilla cone with rainbow sprinkles, the Brians got chocolate cones, and Sean got a Sponge Bob popscicle! I made a big error in not getting Justin a cone because he practically grabbed mine right out of my hand!
I took one last lick and handed it over. He had so much fun after the initial faces because it was so cold! He didn't even really make too much of a mess until he decided to try to pick up the ice cream with his hand. It was too cold and he tried to drop it. When that didn't work he started shaking his hand to get it off! Brian and Sean thought this was hilarious!
I remember being a kid when Mr. Softee would come around. As I got older we used to chase him on our bikes in the summer. When I was pregnant with Brian, Mr. Softee would stop in front of our apartment and wait for me to waddle down the steps. Now that Mr. Softee is officially making his rounds, I am sure there will be a lot more ice cream in the house! Next time Justin will get his own cone - and bib! Hopefully he comes a little earlier next time!
too cold!
hands-on technique
biting the cone
big bite!
happy boy
Brian and Sean ran out of the house almost as fast as they came down the steps. Brian Sr. and I grabbed some cash and Justin, and headed out the door after them. I got a vanilla cone with rainbow sprinkles, the Brians got chocolate cones, and Sean got a Sponge Bob popscicle! I made a big error in not getting Justin a cone because he practically grabbed mine right out of my hand!
I took one last lick and handed it over. He had so much fun after the initial faces because it was so cold! He didn't even really make too much of a mess until he decided to try to pick up the ice cream with his hand. It was too cold and he tried to drop it. When that didn't work he started shaking his hand to get it off! Brian and Sean thought this was hilarious!
I remember being a kid when Mr. Softee would come around. As I got older we used to chase him on our bikes in the summer. When I was pregnant with Brian, Mr. Softee would stop in front of our apartment and wait for me to waddle down the steps. Now that Mr. Softee is officially making his rounds, I am sure there will be a lot more ice cream in the house! Next time Justin will get his own cone - and bib! Hopefully he comes a little earlier next time!
first taste
too cold!
hands-on technique
biting the cone
big bite!
happy boySean's popscicle
Brian's cone
Different Trips to the Same Place
The following was written by anonymous author. The social worker read this to close our class. It really sums up everything in a wonderful story. I think the two trips can be compared to pregnancy and adoption but I also think that it can be representative of getting pregnant with and without medical treatments.
Deciding to have a baby is like planning a trip to Australia. You've heard it's a wonderful place. You've read many guidebooks and feel certain you're ready to go. Everyone you know has traveled there by plane. They say it can be a turbulent flight with occasional rough landings, but you look forward to be being pampered on the trip.
So you go the the airport and ask the ticket agent for a ticket to Australia. All around you, excited people are boarding planes for Australia. It seems there is no seat for you, you'll have to wait for the next flight. Impatient, but anticipating a wonderful trip, you wait, and wait, and wait.
Flights to Australia come and go. People say silly things like, "Relax, You'll get on a flight soon.: Other people actually get on a plane and then cancel their trip, to which you cry, "It's not fair!"
After a long time the ticket agent tells you, "I'm sorry, we're not going to be able to get you on a plane to Australia. Perhaps you should think about going by boat."
"By boat!", you say, "Going by boat will take a very long time and costs a great deal of money. I really had my heart set on going by plane." So you go home and think about not going to Australia at all. You wonder if Australia will be as beautiful if you approach it by sea rather than by air. But you have long dreamed of this wonderful place, and finally you decide to travel by boat.
It is a long trip, many months over many rough seas. No one pampers you. You wonder if you will ever see Australia. Meanwhile, your friends have flown back and forth to Australia two or three times, marveling about each trip.
Then one glorious day, the boat docks in Australia. It is more exquisite than you ever imagined and the beauty is magnified by you long days at sea. You have made many wonderful friends during the voyage, and you find yourself comparing stories with others who also traveled by sea rather than by air.
People continue to fly to Australia as often as they like, but you are able to travel only once, perhaps twice. Some say things like, "Oh be glad you didn't fly. My flight was horrible, traveling by sea is so easy." You will always wonder what it would have been like to fly to Australia. Still, you know God blessed you with a special appreciation of Australia, and the beauty is not in the way you get there but in the place itself.
Deciding to have a baby is like planning a trip to Australia. You've heard it's a wonderful place. You've read many guidebooks and feel certain you're ready to go. Everyone you know has traveled there by plane. They say it can be a turbulent flight with occasional rough landings, but you look forward to be being pampered on the trip.
So you go the the airport and ask the ticket agent for a ticket to Australia. All around you, excited people are boarding planes for Australia. It seems there is no seat for you, you'll have to wait for the next flight. Impatient, but anticipating a wonderful trip, you wait, and wait, and wait.
Flights to Australia come and go. People say silly things like, "Relax, You'll get on a flight soon.: Other people actually get on a plane and then cancel their trip, to which you cry, "It's not fair!"
After a long time the ticket agent tells you, "I'm sorry, we're not going to be able to get you on a plane to Australia. Perhaps you should think about going by boat."
"By boat!", you say, "Going by boat will take a very long time and costs a great deal of money. I really had my heart set on going by plane." So you go home and think about not going to Australia at all. You wonder if Australia will be as beautiful if you approach it by sea rather than by air. But you have long dreamed of this wonderful place, and finally you decide to travel by boat.
It is a long trip, many months over many rough seas. No one pampers you. You wonder if you will ever see Australia. Meanwhile, your friends have flown back and forth to Australia two or three times, marveling about each trip.
Then one glorious day, the boat docks in Australia. It is more exquisite than you ever imagined and the beauty is magnified by you long days at sea. You have made many wonderful friends during the voyage, and you find yourself comparing stories with others who also traveled by sea rather than by air.
People continue to fly to Australia as often as they like, but you are able to travel only once, perhaps twice. Some say things like, "Oh be glad you didn't fly. My flight was horrible, traveling by sea is so easy." You will always wonder what it would have been like to fly to Australia. Still, you know God blessed you with a special appreciation of Australia, and the beauty is not in the way you get there but in the place itself.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Trans-racial adoption
Brian and I had our second of three PIP (parents in process) meetings today at our adoption agency. The class was about the impact of being a trans-racial/trans-cultural family, how to be a multicultural family and about the losses and gains that each person affected by adoption goes through. It was very informative and I liked that they showed videos with interviews of adopted kids. It really gave good insight into how they were feeling and they even gave out a little advice to those of us still waiting.
I was really surprised at some of the kids answers. Some said they think about being adopted all the time and some said they hardly think about it at all. They said for them to feel connected to their birth country more was required than just celebrating holidays in the home or cooking ethnic meals. They said they needed to be with other adopted children and if possible, around other adults that share their heritage. This was very important for them to build self confidence. Being a minority in the United States means that they are not the standard in anything. They are a minority among all people - in entertainment, sports, politics, education, medicine, law enforcement etc. To them, t was more comforting to be in their birth country even though everything was foreign to them because there they were the standard everywhere they looked.
I found it very interesting that one guy said that he never knew which box to check on the forms that ask for ethnic background. He said he doesn't totally feel Korean or American or even Korean-American. He said he wished that there was a box labeled trans-racial adoptee. He felt that is where he fit in that adoptees almost make up their own culture. They have no known biological relatives anywhere.
We did a really neat exercise about loss. We had to get out a piece of paper and number it one thru ten. I'll wait while you grab a paper and pen. Go, ahead it is a great exercise. I tried to remember as much as possible but it is enough to get the point across.
On the first line write the name of someone who means a lot to you. On the second write something you are most proud of in your life. On the third write someone that you count on in life. On the fourth write your ethnic background. On the fifth write the word information which covers everything you need to know in your daily life. On the sixth line write your favorite place to be. On the seventh line write the word resources which includes money and your material things. On the ninth line write the word values. On the tenth line write your favorite thing to do.
Now look at your list and cross off four things. Believe me it is harder than it looks! I think that maybe I can cross off one thing, maybe two, but four no way! Then she said you have to cross off two more things! That was next to impossible! After that she said, now you have to lose two more things. At this point I am smiling because there is no way I can cross off all of these things and still be able to function in life.
The social worker said that this is what an adopted child goes through. In order to be adopted, they must suffer profound loss. They must give up everything in their lives that makes them feel secure and that is important to them. I never thought of it that way and I really had to just pause a minute to think about it. The more I thought about it, the more emotional I got and I have to admit that my eyes got a little teary.
The kids said that the most important thing is for adoptive parents is for them to be educated and aware of race. They want the adoptive parents and family to be comfortable with their own race and to be confident with who they are. Also important to them was that the adoptive parents have an openness about discussing race, keep communication lines well established, and to have talks with their children about racial issues.
I was really surprised at some of the kids answers. Some said they think about being adopted all the time and some said they hardly think about it at all. They said for them to feel connected to their birth country more was required than just celebrating holidays in the home or cooking ethnic meals. They said they needed to be with other adopted children and if possible, around other adults that share their heritage. This was very important for them to build self confidence. Being a minority in the United States means that they are not the standard in anything. They are a minority among all people - in entertainment, sports, politics, education, medicine, law enforcement etc. To them, t was more comforting to be in their birth country even though everything was foreign to them because there they were the standard everywhere they looked.
I found it very interesting that one guy said that he never knew which box to check on the forms that ask for ethnic background. He said he doesn't totally feel Korean or American or even Korean-American. He said he wished that there was a box labeled trans-racial adoptee. He felt that is where he fit in that adoptees almost make up their own culture. They have no known biological relatives anywhere.
We did a really neat exercise about loss. We had to get out a piece of paper and number it one thru ten. I'll wait while you grab a paper and pen. Go, ahead it is a great exercise. I tried to remember as much as possible but it is enough to get the point across.
On the first line write the name of someone who means a lot to you. On the second write something you are most proud of in your life. On the third write someone that you count on in life. On the fourth write your ethnic background. On the fifth write the word information which covers everything you need to know in your daily life. On the sixth line write your favorite place to be. On the seventh line write the word resources which includes money and your material things. On the ninth line write the word values. On the tenth line write your favorite thing to do.
Now look at your list and cross off four things. Believe me it is harder than it looks! I think that maybe I can cross off one thing, maybe two, but four no way! Then she said you have to cross off two more things! That was next to impossible! After that she said, now you have to lose two more things. At this point I am smiling because there is no way I can cross off all of these things and still be able to function in life.
The social worker said that this is what an adopted child goes through. In order to be adopted, they must suffer profound loss. They must give up everything in their lives that makes them feel secure and that is important to them. I never thought of it that way and I really had to just pause a minute to think about it. The more I thought about it, the more emotional I got and I have to admit that my eyes got a little teary.
The kids said that the most important thing is for adoptive parents is for them to be educated and aware of race. They want the adoptive parents and family to be comfortable with their own race and to be confident with who they are. Also important to them was that the adoptive parents have an openness about discussing race, keep communication lines well established, and to have talks with their children about racial issues.
Infertility United - Who is with me?
I have to say that my feelings have really been hurt lately. I am not angry, just a bit wounded. I do understand that infertility can take a real toll on people. It changes some and makes them do and say things that they might not have otherwise. And this is the same for any person going through any kind of difficult time. Everyone deals with life's ups and downs the only way that they can.
What I don't understand is the the name calling and the discrimination among infertiles. To me it is a social injustice. To say that you are more infertile and more hurt than another just because you have been undergoing treatments longer or have not conceived yet is just ridiculous to me. Some may have been trying longer or shorter than others but it means you have felt the emotions for longer than some, not that you definitely feel more or less pain. In any case, and no matter whether I am right or wrong, it is still no reason to make others feel bullied and ashamed of their own feelings.
Yes, it is different, there is no question of that, but it is not an open invitation to ostracize those that have been blessed with pregnancy and/or children. If you are not in a place to offer congrats and support then that is perfectly acceptable and understood. But please stop judging. Let others be happy or sad or mad or frustrated with whatever life gives them.
Whether it has been one cycle or fifty cycles, there are still serious and raw emotions involved. And to lesson someones feelings in any way is not acceptable - especially when you know first hand how it feels. No one person can say for sure how another feels or what they are going through. When people experience things together, side by side, there are those that 'graduate' before others. It is a fact of life. We all approach things differently and all have our own way of working through difficult times.
There is such a wonderful community of support and understanding in the world of infertility and loss. I relied on it in the past and still do for many reasons. Let's not let this negative behavior by a few affect us as a whole. Let's not let emotional stress lead to hurting other's feelings. I would hate to see this sisterhood crumble. Everyone person at one time or another is judged enough by the world; let's not do it among ourselves. It is time to do more hand holding and less finger pointing. It takes so much less energy to be kind and compassionate - and it feels better too!
Again, I do understand that my perspective is different since I have children. But maybe that is why I can see the whole picture. I am not as emotional as I was while I was trying to get pregnant. Infertility is infertility in my book. No matter how you look at it. Whether it be male factor or PCOS or egg quality or fertilization problems. One is not better or worse. It is all so painful. It is all emotionally and physically draining. To make light of some one's struggles is wrong on so many different levels.
Those that have conceived on their first cycle are different than those still trying five years later. Those that have experienced loss and those that haven't are different. And I am not trying to say that this is not true. I don't want to be kicked out of where I belong and feel comfortable, where everyone knows my story and pain. But, I guess to put it simply the point that I want to get across is to just be nice. To those with kids or who are pregnant -try to remember and understand, and try your best to only offer support and not give answers. To those still trying -try to remember that we are rooting for you and that we do remember the pain and frustration on a daily basis.
Infertility still hurts, even after three children and an adoption in the process. And sometimes that is a good thing; I don't want to forget. And as weird as that sounds, the underlying pain never lets me forget what extraordinary miracles that my kids are and how I love them more with each passing day.
Infertility is always there, kind of like a blister on my foot that will never go away. A constant reminder of my struggles and tears. It is still sore and painful. Only instead of being an open wound, mine now has a bandage on it. But there are times when the blister gets bumped and rubbed and even the bandage cannot protect me from the pain. My blister will remain incurable, and tender forever.
Any woman that has dealt with infertility has walked a similar path to mine, but all the footprints left along that path are unique. So, let's all be there for each other, and not try to comment on the comfort of another's shoes when they clearly don't fit our feet.
What I don't understand is the the name calling and the discrimination among infertiles. To me it is a social injustice. To say that you are more infertile and more hurt than another just because you have been undergoing treatments longer or have not conceived yet is just ridiculous to me. Some may have been trying longer or shorter than others but it means you have felt the emotions for longer than some, not that you definitely feel more or less pain. In any case, and no matter whether I am right or wrong, it is still no reason to make others feel bullied and ashamed of their own feelings.
Yes, it is different, there is no question of that, but it is not an open invitation to ostracize those that have been blessed with pregnancy and/or children. If you are not in a place to offer congrats and support then that is perfectly acceptable and understood. But please stop judging. Let others be happy or sad or mad or frustrated with whatever life gives them.
Whether it has been one cycle or fifty cycles, there are still serious and raw emotions involved. And to lesson someones feelings in any way is not acceptable - especially when you know first hand how it feels. No one person can say for sure how another feels or what they are going through. When people experience things together, side by side, there are those that 'graduate' before others. It is a fact of life. We all approach things differently and all have our own way of working through difficult times.
There is such a wonderful community of support and understanding in the world of infertility and loss. I relied on it in the past and still do for many reasons. Let's not let this negative behavior by a few affect us as a whole. Let's not let emotional stress lead to hurting other's feelings. I would hate to see this sisterhood crumble. Everyone person at one time or another is judged enough by the world; let's not do it among ourselves. It is time to do more hand holding and less finger pointing. It takes so much less energy to be kind and compassionate - and it feels better too!
Again, I do understand that my perspective is different since I have children. But maybe that is why I can see the whole picture. I am not as emotional as I was while I was trying to get pregnant. Infertility is infertility in my book. No matter how you look at it. Whether it be male factor or PCOS or egg quality or fertilization problems. One is not better or worse. It is all so painful. It is all emotionally and physically draining. To make light of some one's struggles is wrong on so many different levels.
Those that have conceived on their first cycle are different than those still trying five years later. Those that have experienced loss and those that haven't are different. And I am not trying to say that this is not true. I don't want to be kicked out of where I belong and feel comfortable, where everyone knows my story and pain. But, I guess to put it simply the point that I want to get across is to just be nice. To those with kids or who are pregnant -try to remember and understand, and try your best to only offer support and not give answers. To those still trying -try to remember that we are rooting for you and that we do remember the pain and frustration on a daily basis.
Infertility still hurts, even after three children and an adoption in the process. And sometimes that is a good thing; I don't want to forget. And as weird as that sounds, the underlying pain never lets me forget what extraordinary miracles that my kids are and how I love them more with each passing day.
Infertility is always there, kind of like a blister on my foot that will never go away. A constant reminder of my struggles and tears. It is still sore and painful. Only instead of being an open wound, mine now has a bandage on it. But there are times when the blister gets bumped and rubbed and even the bandage cannot protect me from the pain. My blister will remain incurable, and tender forever.
Any woman that has dealt with infertility has walked a similar path to mine, but all the footprints left along that path are unique. So, let's all be there for each other, and not try to comment on the comfort of another's shoes when they clearly don't fit our feet.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
My list
I have been tagged by So These Are the Days. So, here it is!
Four Things I did 10 years ago
1. got engaged
2. breifly lived in Maryland
3. worked in title research in a courthouse
4. planned my wedding
Four Things I did five years ago.
1. gave birth to Sean
2. moved Brian to a bed from a crib
3. started doing childcare in my home
4. I cannot remember any more - so I will say lost some memory?
Four Things I did Yesterday.
1. wash, wash and more wash
2. drove kids to and from school
3. blogged
4. played with the boys
Four Shows I love to watch.
1. Boston Legal
2. Deadliest Catch
3. Brothers and Sisters
4. Frasier re-runs
Four Things that make me happy
1. my kids
2. random acts of kindness
3. organization
4. crossing things off of lists
Four Things I did 10 years ago
1. got engaged
2. breifly lived in Maryland
3. worked in title research in a courthouse
4. planned my wedding
Four Things I did five years ago.
1. gave birth to Sean
2. moved Brian to a bed from a crib
3. started doing childcare in my home
4. I cannot remember any more - so I will say lost some memory?
Four Things I did Yesterday.
1. wash, wash and more wash
2. drove kids to and from school
3. blogged
4. played with the boys
Four Shows I love to watch.
1. Boston Legal
2. Deadliest Catch
3. Brothers and Sisters
4. Frasier re-runs
Four Things that make me happy
1. my kids
2. random acts of kindness
3. organization
4. crossing things off of lists
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Happy Mother's Day 2008
I have received this e-mail a few times before and thought it was appropriate for today!
Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,
the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,
the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom.
Justin's Birthday - round two
We had some family that couldn't make it last Saturday. Since Justin only turns one once, we decided to do cake for a second time. Plus I didn't get to make a big cake last time and only made cupcakes due to the low attendance! Justin had a great time and definitely enjoyed the chocolate cake more than the vanilla one. Maybe that is why he didn't dive right in last week. I surrounded by a house of chocolate loving boys. All four of them prefer it to vanilla and Brian Jr. has been known to turn down cake if it is not chocolate on chocolate.
Justin has been walking so much more in the last week. He started so much more today! He now probably walks and crawls about the same amount in a day. And he starts off walking as far as he can and then crawls when he falls down. It is neat to see how proud he is of himself! Justin walking so much also means that the bumps and bruises are not far behind! I had better hurry up and get some pictures!
His first 'girlfriend', Jordan, will turn one in June. She loved Justin. In fact she may have loved him a little too much! He did not quite feel the same way. She pretty much smacked and attacked him. She would go up to him and tackle him. He would try to crawl or walk away. During one escape attempt she tried to grab him and only got the waist of his pants. She pulled them right off of him - it was so funny! Jordan kept giving him love pats on his head. At times, those love pats didn't seem so lovey! Then once when he was lying on the floor she went over and laid down on top of him!
By the end of the night you could tell that he was definitely avoiding her! It is so funny to me to see how personalities can be so different - even from birth. Justin has always been more easy going and laid back than Jordan. She is so much more adventuresome and outgoing than he is! They are like complete opposites. There were times when he just sat and stared at her like she was from another planet! Hey - opposites attract! There may be a future for them yet!
first time kicking a ball
trying to kick again
Justin's 2nd cake
diving right in
what is this?
Justin and Mom
the fork was stuck to his shirt
after he tried to throw it backwards!
Justin has been walking so much more in the last week. He started so much more today! He now probably walks and crawls about the same amount in a day. And he starts off walking as far as he can and then crawls when he falls down. It is neat to see how proud he is of himself! Justin walking so much also means that the bumps and bruises are not far behind! I had better hurry up and get some pictures!
His first 'girlfriend', Jordan, will turn one in June. She loved Justin. In fact she may have loved him a little too much! He did not quite feel the same way. She pretty much smacked and attacked him. She would go up to him and tackle him. He would try to crawl or walk away. During one escape attempt she tried to grab him and only got the waist of his pants. She pulled them right off of him - it was so funny! Jordan kept giving him love pats on his head. At times, those love pats didn't seem so lovey! Then once when he was lying on the floor she went over and laid down on top of him!
By the end of the night you could tell that he was definitely avoiding her! It is so funny to me to see how personalities can be so different - even from birth. Justin has always been more easy going and laid back than Jordan. She is so much more adventuresome and outgoing than he is! They are like complete opposites. There were times when he just sat and stared at her like she was from another planet! Hey - opposites attract! There may be a future for them yet!
Jordan ready for a sneak attack
first time kicking a ball
trying to kick again
Justin's 2nd cake
diving right in
what is this?
Justin and Mom
the fork was stuck to his shirtafter he tried to throw it backwards!
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