The first year was full of firsts. And while there were many left to come, there is no denying they stopped coming so quickly. A good thing in my book. Still not a turtle pace, but better.
The first thing I remember after him turning one is Halloween. He was but 6 weeks old the first time it came around, so this time he could "participate". Now we didn't go door to door, because mom and dad did not need the candy, but we all dressed up. Little B was in a dinosaur/dragon costume that roared when you pushed a button. Our neighborhood was the favorite in town, for some reason, and we were flooded with about 300 little aliens, monsters, and princesses. It was so much fun for me, who got to sit on the porch and hand out candy. Not as much fun for dad, who got to walk up and down the block. And then up and down the block. And then up and down the block. He refused to stay in and watch tv. All the other kids were playing in the street so he wanted this privilege as well. He had a blast. Enjoyed seeing all the kids dressed up. We though a few times he may get scared, but he didn't.
Before we knew it the leaves were off the tree and it was Christmas. Christmas sneaks up on me like that EVERY year. My favorite Holiday. I love everything about it. I thought it would be the perfect time to tell B what Christmas was, and about traditions, and all the things that made December the best month. Yeah, he was 15 months old for Christmas. He retained 3 things. Scream when the guy in the red suit is near, rip paper and neglect the contents, and Cry, for some reason, when the carols come on. We think that it sounded like music we would use to knock him out for bed, but really don't know why. Then my favorite part of Christmas is the decorating. I have always done some elaborate Christmas trees. Boy was I in for it that year. We bought plastic balls thinking that would be the only change needed. Well the entire bottom half couldn't have anything on it. B decided those were toys designed specifically to be thrown. I lost some of my favorite hand painted ornaments that year. But ornaments can be replaced and it was still an awesome Christmas. Santa visited, and I had dreamed my whole life of our first Santa visit. It was magical until he couldn't have cared less about all the boxes that weren't there before.
Winter brought the fun white stuff. Mommy hates it, always has and always will. But there is something about it that makes you want to throw your kids into the cold and "have fun" for a little while at least. We had some good snow fall that year too. Once it was so deep that he could barely walk in it. I held onto his little hood so he wouldn't keep falling. He kept looking at me like I was what was holding him back. Silly boy.
After finally thawing out he discovered he enjoyed something more than snow. Melted snow. We are a water family. I enjoy swimming and am lucky my husband does as well. The kids would have been forced to love it. We went to a beach when he 8months old, but I was too scared to get him in the water much. June of 2010 we traveled to Myrtle Beach, SC. I had never been, but we had made a rash decision that we wanted to move there. I even had an interview with the hospital there. We decided to go for a weekend and look at houses to get an idea, and hopefully find a place. The drive was done mostly at night, my husbands favorite time to drive, for whatever reason. In the mountains somewhere in Tennessee, we were halted by a screaming little man. He had always had ear problems from improper drainage and allergies, and the altitude changes were making them worse. We stopped and tried for several hours to consloe him, and then decided it best to keep going.
When we got there we were scheduled to meet with some real estate agents. A couple, about 30 or so, who had just married. They thought it was sweet to be showing a young couple around town, until we got in their car. Brody screamed the entire day. In retrospect we should have taken that day to rest and met them the next, but you live and learn. Inside the houses I would put him down and walk around while he lay in the floor yelling screaming and completely inconsolable. It was crazy awful. We saw 6 houses with them and then decided we hadn't seen anything that we were extremely excited about, but we would take the night to think it over and possibly drive by some places on our own and meet with them the next day. To our hilarity B stopped the screaming as soon as we were back into our own car, and crashed hard as soon as we got to the hotel room. To this day I wonder how he managed to cry all day. We did find a house we were rather interested in the next day, and returned to KY excited about our impending move. We were scheduled to leave for a vacation to Yosemite with Greg's family and would move shortly after we returned. But the job didn't want to happen, the house didn't happen. So we just stayed put for better opportunities.
After Yosemite we had B evaluated for the first time for speech issues. It was by the states Early Intervention program. You filled out a questionnaire about how well your kid did this or that and they tell you if therapy or further evaluation would help. He was 21 months old. They tested his hearing, perfect, and the evaluation was that he was perfect in every way. Well DUH!
Also after our Yosemite trip, Greg and i decided it was time to give him a gift no one ever asks for. A sibling. We started trying immediately. And just like with B, were pregnant immediately.
The older he got the more challenging. But also more fun. He had definitely developed a personality, and a sense of humor that he had lacked the previous year, =). It was weird and fun, and a little sad, to look back at pictures of "this time last year" to see how much he had changed.
The first thing I remember after him turning one is Halloween. He was but 6 weeks old the first time it came around, so this time he could "participate". Now we didn't go door to door, because mom and dad did not need the candy, but we all dressed up. Little B was in a dinosaur/dragon costume that roared when you pushed a button. Our neighborhood was the favorite in town, for some reason, and we were flooded with about 300 little aliens, monsters, and princesses. It was so much fun for me, who got to sit on the porch and hand out candy. Not as much fun for dad, who got to walk up and down the block. And then up and down the block. And then up and down the block. He refused to stay in and watch tv. All the other kids were playing in the street so he wanted this privilege as well. He had a blast. Enjoyed seeing all the kids dressed up. We though a few times he may get scared, but he didn't.
Before we knew it the leaves were off the tree and it was Christmas. Christmas sneaks up on me like that EVERY year. My favorite Holiday. I love everything about it. I thought it would be the perfect time to tell B what Christmas was, and about traditions, and all the things that made December the best month. Yeah, he was 15 months old for Christmas. He retained 3 things. Scream when the guy in the red suit is near, rip paper and neglect the contents, and Cry, for some reason, when the carols come on. We think that it sounded like music we would use to knock him out for bed, but really don't know why. Then my favorite part of Christmas is the decorating. I have always done some elaborate Christmas trees. Boy was I in for it that year. We bought plastic balls thinking that would be the only change needed. Well the entire bottom half couldn't have anything on it. B decided those were toys designed specifically to be thrown. I lost some of my favorite hand painted ornaments that year. But ornaments can be replaced and it was still an awesome Christmas. Santa visited, and I had dreamed my whole life of our first Santa visit. It was magical until he couldn't have cared less about all the boxes that weren't there before.
Winter brought the fun white stuff. Mommy hates it, always has and always will. But there is something about it that makes you want to throw your kids into the cold and "have fun" for a little while at least. We had some good snow fall that year too. Once it was so deep that he could barely walk in it. I held onto his little hood so he wouldn't keep falling. He kept looking at me like I was what was holding him back. Silly boy.
After finally thawing out he discovered he enjoyed something more than snow. Melted snow. We are a water family. I enjoy swimming and am lucky my husband does as well. The kids would have been forced to love it. We went to a beach when he 8months old, but I was too scared to get him in the water much. June of 2010 we traveled to Myrtle Beach, SC. I had never been, but we had made a rash decision that we wanted to move there. I even had an interview with the hospital there. We decided to go for a weekend and look at houses to get an idea, and hopefully find a place. The drive was done mostly at night, my husbands favorite time to drive, for whatever reason. In the mountains somewhere in Tennessee, we were halted by a screaming little man. He had always had ear problems from improper drainage and allergies, and the altitude changes were making them worse. We stopped and tried for several hours to consloe him, and then decided it best to keep going.
When we got there we were scheduled to meet with some real estate agents. A couple, about 30 or so, who had just married. They thought it was sweet to be showing a young couple around town, until we got in their car. Brody screamed the entire day. In retrospect we should have taken that day to rest and met them the next, but you live and learn. Inside the houses I would put him down and walk around while he lay in the floor yelling screaming and completely inconsolable. It was crazy awful. We saw 6 houses with them and then decided we hadn't seen anything that we were extremely excited about, but we would take the night to think it over and possibly drive by some places on our own and meet with them the next day. To our hilarity B stopped the screaming as soon as we were back into our own car, and crashed hard as soon as we got to the hotel room. To this day I wonder how he managed to cry all day. We did find a house we were rather interested in the next day, and returned to KY excited about our impending move. We were scheduled to leave for a vacation to Yosemite with Greg's family and would move shortly after we returned. But the job didn't want to happen, the house didn't happen. So we just stayed put for better opportunities.
After Yosemite we had B evaluated for the first time for speech issues. It was by the states Early Intervention program. You filled out a questionnaire about how well your kid did this or that and they tell you if therapy or further evaluation would help. He was 21 months old. They tested his hearing, perfect, and the evaluation was that he was perfect in every way. Well DUH!
Also after our Yosemite trip, Greg and i decided it was time to give him a gift no one ever asks for. A sibling. We started trying immediately. And just like with B, were pregnant immediately.
The older he got the more challenging. But also more fun. He had definitely developed a personality, and a sense of humor that he had lacked the previous year, =). It was weird and fun, and a little sad, to look back at pictures of "this time last year" to see how much he had changed.
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