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Monthly Archives: October 2013
So Grown Up.
In honor of my eleven month milestone yesterday, allow me to brag a little about all the things I have recently learned to do… (besides standing, of course, because I have still eluded mom the shutterbug with that trick.)
I can sit on a chair.
I can play rather forte on the piano.
I can play on the big playground structure and scare mom by going headfirst down the big tunnel slide.
I can be trusted to hold an egg without breaking it.
I can eat while holding a spoon.
Yup. I am capable of some pretty fantastic things. So, now can I have my own iPhone, dad?
Eleven Months Old.
I am officially eleven months old. I have five snaggly teeth, I can stand on my own, I can do three words of baby sign, I love rubber duckies and my favorite song is Rowan Rowan Row your boat.
I demand a giant duckie party next time I have to sit on this chair with a sticker and a smile, okay mom and dad?
Winter breakfast.
Perfection.
This picture says it all.
My own two feet.
I recently discovered a new trick.
Ta da.
Standing without holding on to anything.
Ta da.
My favorite part of this trick is how mom shouts “ta da” every time I do it… then she scrambles for her camera and I sit down before she can get a good photo.
A day in the life.
Now that dad has his big job down in the big city (go dad!), mom sends him pictures of me all day.
I think she takes pictures of mundane things, but they are so obsessed with me they don’t notice.
For example, here are the pictures and accompanying text mom sent to dad last Thursday…
“Got our sick kiddo a pink bouncy ball at Safeway while our tire is getting fixed. Just because.”
“Looking at used books….”
“Board books at the used book store! Score!”
“Look who we found on the street and followed to Qdoba”
“Been asleep for two hours now. So glad.”
Really. Those were the highlights of the day my mom chose to communicate. Sigh.
Mountains.
Sometimes dad goes for a bike ride with Uncle Andy while mom and I trek through little mountain tourist towns.
.
Well, at least that happened last weekend while we visited Rocky Mountain National Park.
We saw t shirt shops, taffy machines, yellow aspen trees, bugling elk, and big horned sheep!
Trail Ridge Road and some sheep. And mountains.
We got in the car to drive up a road, and I was abruptly woken up from my car nap when mom and dad ran me through a cold windy parking lot, rushed into a building called a visitor center, and stamped my new little book they told me was my national parks passport while the park ranger told them the center was closing for the year. It was all very sudden and confusing. Then they tossed me in a snow bank and pointed their iPhones at me.
Is snow usually this deep in September?
I highly recommend seeing your local mountains up close, especially if they include high alpine roads and year-round snowbanks.
