Eleven Months Old

ELEVEN MONTHS OLD. Can you even believe it? John and his beloved remote control. Every day is simply amazing. He's cruising around the house, from piece of furniture to toy piano to toy car to overturned laundry basket. Anything that he can slide along the ground, he will take advantage of and become very mobile. We've let him stand alone but it's only mere seconds before his bum hits the floor. He crawls at the speed of light. He zooms over to Riley, veers off and zooms over to the remote control or the cup of water. He loves grabbing his bum cream while we're changing his diaper. He also loves being squirmy while having his diaper changed, it's become quite the battle of wills and a test of speed and determination to get the diaper changed while not flinging poo everywhere. It's like John feels it is his job to test us. I still love his adult sized farts coming from such a tiny little baby. They make me laugh. The only real things that John says are: Dada and Ra. (Daddy & Riley). And then of course is his shouting. It's still like he's trying to tell you something very very important but you are just not understanding him. His laugh is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. And his facial expressions are priceless. I wonder what he thinks about.

I mean c'mon! Look at that face. What is he thinking about?

And if you look very closely, you can see that he's getting his two top front teeth.

It's Raining, It's Pouring....The Old Man is Snoring...

Well, it's more like... The Baby is Snoring.

What a busy day. I went grocery shopping, made teriyaki chicken and chow mein this morning, did a little house cleaning all before 12pm. And then my parents, Cindy & Keiko came for the day. It was a good day and fun. Cindy bought alot of stuff for John when she went to the states last month. Holy smokes. ALOT of stuff.

I was going to get my hair cut today but I just never had the time. Maybe this week sometime. I need a change. Maybe short? I just don't know.

Keiko reminds me of Dawna. For those of you that don't know.. Keiko is my 2nd cousin. (my cousin's daughter). And Dawna is my sister. I'll post a picture later. Anyway, she's in town for the summer taking a course at the university. She makes me laugh, hopefully she'll want to hang out with me.

Not too much has been happening around here. Steven & I are sleeping in the family room while we paint our room. It's a nice calming light green. And when I say "we're painting", of course I mean "he's painting". John, Riley & I spent last Saturday afternoon outside doing yardwork.

I can't wait for summer. I'm sick & tired of the cold weather. But I do reserve the right to bitch about the hot weather when summer hits.

Happy Anniversary to Me....uhmmmm....Us.

Twelve years. Holy crap.

As always, we went to the diner for dinner. This time we had John with us. We ordered a small dish of veggies to feed him while we ate and can you believe they charged us $6.00. FOR a couple tablespoons of vegetables. We had drinks, 2 appetizers and a large pizza but they still friggin' charged us for the vegetables for our BABY. Bastards. I am so not impressed with them.

Can you believe that we've been together so long? On one hand, it seems just like yesterday and then on the other it feels like we've been together forever. (but not forever in a bad way just like a "we belong together type of forever" feeling) Did that make sense?

OVERHEARD

Steven talking to John: Say dada. DAAAADAAAA. Say Dada.

Me: I bet that's what you do all day long. Try & get him to say Dada.

Steven: I don't. I say mommy too.

pause

Steven: John, Mommy wants you to say DAAAADAAAAA.

Happy Mother's Day

My first Mother's Day with John. I told Steven that at least for my first one, I would like a card. So I got one from my boys with the outline of John's handprints AND Riley's pawprint. It was the most adorable card ever. But I have to admit that last year's card from Steven and baby totally made me cry. I keep thinking back to "what was I doing a year ago". Last year we were returning from Banff and I had my first red flag doctor appointment regarding my high blood pressure.

We stayed quiet for Mother's Day. Steven drove Marilyn & Libby to the airport...wait for it...he had to be at their house at 5AM. FIVE in the morning. Bahahahahaha.

Say Good Bye to the Girls

Auf Wiedersehn. Sayonara. Hasta Luego. Au Revoir. Ciao. Buh-Bye.

We're done breastfeeding. Done. And it wasn't my choice or decision. It was John's. It makes me a bit sad. Okay, really sad. I cried the first night. Initially I thought it might be a one-off due to a cranky night or a stuffy nose but it's been over 4 days now. It surprised me by how emotional breastfeeding could be. It was difficult enough when I cut back to once/day when I started work but that couldn't be helped. I was telling Steven that it was surprising how it was John that decided to stop. And he made me laugh.

Steven: "what did you want? Did you think John was going to take you to dinner and tell you then? Out to a public place so you couldn't make a scene?"

He's so funny.

On a positive note, I can drink and now I can finally take some cold medication. Oh how I long for Nyquil.

While You Were Sleeping

Steven called me at work the other day. He was upstairs quietly talking on the telephone after taking some candid photos of John at lunch.

He fell asleep during lunch. How adorable is that?