tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228741755215534462024-03-13T08:20:59.132-07:00Dear Baby Bastian BoyJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-89261322254322072552011-10-02T18:03:00.000-07:002011-10-02T18:13:38.972-07:00Fresh StartDear Bastian,<br />
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New sleeping habits have motivated even more new beginnings....this blog will soon be fully converted to a hard copy (can you imagine?!) journal and you and your sister will have to do some more sharing from now on.</div>
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Looking back, I am happy to have been writing to you, and you alone since your pre-Earth existence. Now that the milestones are slowing down just a bit, I think we all are ready for a <a href="http://romeandjessica.blogspot.com/">merge</a>.</div>
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Love you,</div>
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Mama</div>
Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-46229808996339516742011-09-23T20:08:00.000-07:002011-10-02T17:49:06.905-07:00...And Mama's milk went night-nightMy sweet little Bastian, what a delight it is to watch you grow into a little man. I am so happy to have a way to take pictures of you now and I hope we didn't miss too much these past couple months! You developed such a nice tan this summer from spending long days at the beach, which I am sorry we missed, but your hair is still bleached from the sun and your little expressions still as cute as ever.<br />
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Okay, so lets get down to it...sleep. After months of daily amnesia on my part, in which I would wake up almost hourly each night to nurse you back to sleep, then somehow forget it all happened and do the whole thing all over again the next night, I decided to take some action. About two weeks ago, your never-used crib mattress moved to the floor and some genius advice from a friend (refer back to the title of this post) gave me some motivation, and I was finally ready. You have taken the whole thing much better than I had anticipated, and the only problem we are having now is that you wake up somewhere between 5 and 6 each morning. Now if only I could get to bed before midnight so we all get a decent night's sleep...</div>
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So here you are! My rested little guy... I will share more with you at a later date, since my 5 a.m. wake-up call is quickly approaching!</div>
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Oh, and for the record- you go to bed around 8, so you end up sleeping about 9 hours! Compared to one 3-hour period as your longest stretch, I'll take it! And Mama's milk goes to sleep at night but "wakes up" about 2x/day.</div>
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Love,</div>
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Mama</div>
Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-58636023144421777852011-08-15T19:40:00.000-07:002011-08-15T19:50:39.932-07:00Before my eyesMuch to update you with, no time to do it.
<br />Words, lots of words, and short phrases too!
<br />You will actually imitate almost anything we say, very different from your sister who wouldn't say a word unless she could do it perfectly.
<br />Love: BALLS, animals, and transportation things (sort of)- did I mention balls?
<br />Still a momma's boy; you do better trying new things and doing things outside your comfort zone when I'm not around so you can't clutch at my leg and cry (like playing at the beach)
<br />Nursing like crazy, especially right now with lots of teeth coming in
<br />Foods: you will only eat vegetables that are steamed/sauteed and mixed in well with rice, eggs, or pasta; fickle with fruit due to texture (you like muskamelon but if one piece is too mushy it totally throws you off), your favorite is cold sweet things, like your daddy
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<br />More soon,
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<br />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-20940174664979501632011-06-24T19:29:00.000-07:002011-06-24T19:45:34.324-07:00Wrapping up Spring and onto SummerBastian,<div>As I'm posting these pictures I realize how glad I am you are walking. You are much more independent and a *little* less clingy. You entertain yourself simply by walking around our living room, down the halls, all while throwing things; preferably balls but lately other random objects have peaked your interest.</div><div><br /></div><div>I forgot to mention the sounds you can make: cow/<i>moo</i>, sheep/<i>ba ba</i>, dog/<i>woof woof</i>, and car (the <i>vroom</i> sound is also your label for the noun) are the most consistent, but you imitate many more while playing (and you generalize the <i>moo </i>to other animals often times).</div><div><br /></div><div>I wanted to write this much down before I forget....will write more soon!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CU2hXdUZM3C6KLXayM1KpzkXUhYIFASKfalh71qQQdW9kEm6_zRL9vtklMV8jf38Ad1SzuWsTwEikSae6vpwQGl49Lrbng1q6LP29IL6-uQDG1xw2Dbec-ChmAV6EdiLXfvIBlZObWD_/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CU2hXdUZM3C6KLXayM1KpzkXUhYIFASKfalh71qQQdW9kEm6_zRL9vtklMV8jf38Ad1SzuWsTwEikSae6vpwQGl49Lrbng1q6LP29IL6-uQDG1xw2Dbec-ChmAV6EdiLXfvIBlZObWD_/s400/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621980683119351842" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdUQA7iu9-KOE_tdkHSFj6dJjEjvHDBfecpUQGPVFU5qg226yQYmRj7rejYiZ8D75H0CrX59LMgEhw1fURRtrfbDe2eEntHZDp4sqQ9Ii6RM5e1wds7xdGY7LxeUOzsr-m-5CW0Ucf-rBK/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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I tried for 2 1/2 hours to get you to sleep with no success! I even let you cry for about 15 minutes in your crib (okay 10- I'm not ready people). The only thing I can think of is that your almost 4 hour nap today has thrown off your schedule. We went picking strawberries (which, thanks to the experience you will finally eat now!) and you were dead tired. If this means you are sleeping in tomorrow, I'm okay with it, but I highly doubt it...<div><br /></div><div>You walk in full force these days (beginning about 2 weeks ago). I had envisioned in my mind my blog post entitled "Caught in the Act"- because this is exactly how the whole thing happened. You were taking a few steps here and there at the time, when all of the sudden one day Dad looked in Luthien's room where you were playing and noticed you practicing your walking all over the place. Now, you want to walk ALL the time, except at the most inopportune times, where you cling at my legs and whine for me to hold you (when I'm cooking, cleaning, trying to get anything accomplished of course)! </div><div><br /></div><div>Back to the title of my aforementioned [missing] blog post....as the first steps are one of every mother's favorite milestones, I was excited to write to you about the event. Our camera, however, has decided not to cooperate with my plan, because it broke right at that time and we cannot get anything new right now :(</div><div><br /></div><div>Words: up, that, this, open, out, off, apple, doggy, daddy, mama, uh-oh, no (your favorite, which you constantly say with an extreme nasal resonance), ball (okay maybe this one is your favorite), uh-huh, nana, banana (similar pronunciations), cat (still working on that velar sound but it's sort of there)...a few more that I can't think of right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, gotta go try to sleep again. More soon-</div><div>Mama</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-10434934011736691192011-04-30T22:06:00.001-07:002011-04-30T22:58:10.680-07:00Happy Birthday (and farewell winter!)My sweet baby boy,<div>I do believe this is the last day I can technically call you that, although I am sure I will continue to do so until the day your next sibling comes along (or perhaps longer!)...</div><div>I have a terrible memory that seems to be getting worse the more I delve into motherhood. But I do remember VERY well the day that you were born- not the pain, but the joy. Feelings and emotions that I have difficulty putting into words, but lets just say the beginning of a connection I never understood could exist. Truly, my bond with you is different from any other and I am grateful to be your mama. I am sorry we didn't do much on your special day, but I hope to make it up to you this week, as the weather continues to warm up and we can do more and more things you love outside. Today, however, I did let you climb up and down the stairs in our apartment for a very long time. We also took Roofus on an extra long walk, just you and me at 6:30 a.m., another favorite activity of yours these days. You didn't care much for your birthday breakfast of rhubarb and apple cobbler that I stayed up late making the night before, but surprisingly, and sadly for me, this has become the norm recently- I don't want to say just yet that you have become a picky eater, because your mood has been different all around lately so it could be something else, so I will wait it out for now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are just a few pictures from April:</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitkelOiPkUF0VH0UBDuDngGHA7khhIc6hTAqo07hKBT2kS9Ydvc6dYVP5i1Jrg3nTKID0ju2c7PbK73-rkz5hjfZAsedZiZthJqM713YgHXak5dkxIua-HTd4ClbquGODtQF9Lskr2pM8/s1600/IMG_1620.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitkelOiPkUF0VH0UBDuDngGHA7khhIc6hTAqo07hKBT2kS9Ydvc6dYVP5i1Jrg3nTKID0ju2c7PbK73-rkz5hjfZAsedZiZthJqM713YgHXak5dkxIua-HTd4ClbquGODtQF9Lskr2pM8/s400/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601615915632214850" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5WdFi5DyH6C9xIo1FXEsniL1-EYVkQIKNeYQtJTXnigQfxA1h41czqSDVOUPvepDfI8sIuTHacB9Q6d4KFV8-lIKI_WuCxi9TlgjilJId_moU-r94Xy5vvMVfJ7YCsDvc7s20eQtK1xN/s1600/IMG_1623.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5WdFi5DyH6C9xIo1FXEsniL1-EYVkQIKNeYQtJTXnigQfxA1h41czqSDVOUPvepDfI8sIuTHacB9Q6d4KFV8-lIKI_WuCxi9TlgjilJId_moU-r94Xy5vvMVfJ7YCsDvc7s20eQtK1xN/s400/IMG_1623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601615914096796962" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Mhs4wJZMyf_rXR0GalHfa_AEVXRmes7Sd-nYuzGYzYpS-riY5kz8Kj_NtF7NLCnZDsW68dOnOBnBtzJHWscdpMVIYk8vXfwBeuQuiJ56H25fWxo7bPtlu9QyAdZUMZXVaXZ8-LdLLqk0/s1600/IMG_1631.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Mhs4wJZMyf_rXR0GalHfa_AEVXRmes7Sd-nYuzGYzYpS-riY5kz8Kj_NtF7NLCnZDsW68dOnOBnBtzJHWscdpMVIYk8vXfwBeuQuiJ56H25fWxo7bPtlu9QyAdZUMZXVaXZ8-LdLLqk0/s400/IMG_1631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601615578907442770" /></a><br /><br /><div>We discovered a beautiful little farm nearby, and oh how you love animals! Quite possibly as much as your sister!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvG8hEja-6I32TET7DfdntkyQVkjdqFPqnjSTcTmCZwTtQYX4GkENdSIFTtTYW_GXM-e724WdEzK3LghL5Zmir0Pc57mfkoc7F3kj_4qzweDv8UfC1KpEg7sm09YR2_Smm14NeNwU25PM/s1600/IMG_1646.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvG8hEja-6I32TET7DfdntkyQVkjdqFPqnjSTcTmCZwTtQYX4GkENdSIFTtTYW_GXM-e724WdEzK3LghL5Zmir0Pc57mfkoc7F3kj_4qzweDv8UfC1KpEg7sm09YR2_Smm14NeNwU25PM/s400/IMG_1646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601615572404048290" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOusi5QVqFFQ-zQrrRm4CYZJqxtQTgg_fruQG7x45iuyw3_n0PrlHyisiZrx-ZRaqy50_gvfhaEFX4iQkxnPwb11QiMHGBkUWKXvf8hNkxlgMqaGrWnbn7Dx-VJWJMcIuRG9BxfG4mFN4/s1600/IMG_1650.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOusi5QVqFFQ-zQrrRm4CYZJqxtQTgg_fruQG7x45iuyw3_n0PrlHyisiZrx-ZRaqy50_gvfhaEFX4iQkxnPwb11QiMHGBkUWKXvf8hNkxlgMqaGrWnbn7Dx-VJWJMcIuRG9BxfG4mFN4/s400/IMG_1650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601615568236518786" /></a><br /><br />Easter Sunday, out at the park with Daddy while Mom enjoyed cooking without interruption; it made for a lovely spring dinner.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGy06dZhIWW184RHOnX2YDlQIVAHDSTfK11OMBUrk5-FzThWxj2CQO1X_iNZczuTUL6I7k4LTg0h9JVvtsIEKzS2YEavkl7uWwF2Nv9athLupVpMWJ8-86HlNi8lYOOu6nZy8E2HEnj0Z/s1600/IMG_1680.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGy06dZhIWW184RHOnX2YDlQIVAHDSTfK11OMBUrk5-FzThWxj2CQO1X_iNZczuTUL6I7k4LTg0h9JVvtsIEKzS2YEavkl7uWwF2Nv9athLupVpMWJ8-86HlNi8lYOOu6nZy8E2HEnj0Z/s400/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601615239753892770" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzn1EFGNxkLNRD9M1wa9BpMxNTUyMMSRe9R4c_reHNpfgyKx71kWkEud91CBUyTBP4UK8bV9v91IBANXZQ3Z3v5ksGRqub6LAaeij0vjnUkbg21j54HEOf_lmVoBDLPKXfVMSr8McxJMNL/s1600/IMG_1690.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzn1EFGNxkLNRD9M1wa9BpMxNTUyMMSRe9R4c_reHNpfgyKx71kWkEud91CBUyTBP4UK8bV9v91IBANXZQ3Z3v5ksGRqub6LAaeij0vjnUkbg21j54HEOf_lmVoBDLPKXfVMSr8McxJMNL/s400/IMG_1690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601615234283235762" /></a></div><br /><div>I am finally beginning to accept your becoming a toddler, especially since it comes with some of my favorite milestones. You took your first steps on the eve of your birthday, and also started signing and saying "more" that day! You love the attention you get when you do something new or good, the look you get on your face is so cute. You have started getting more into cars and trains and make lots of sounds as you push them along. Your babbling is beginning to sound more adult-like: long strings of sentences with great prosodic variation but filled with total gibberish. Love it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hear you waking up (after a 5 hour stretch, wow!) so that is all for now. Love you lots,</div><div>Mama</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-55044793800230245572011-04-10T13:41:00.000-07:002011-04-10T14:29:36.493-07:00Suntans and shortsWe recently experienced firsts of both of these. <div><br /></div><div>I had already forgotten how HOT it gets in Arizona beginning in March! I had no shorts for you, so we had fun picking out some things at a kids' consignment shop in Phoenix. While I did put a bit of sunscreen on you at times, I certainly wasn't prepared for the little tan you got very quickly! <div><br /></div><div>We had a fun time in Arizona, but for much of it you were clingy and teething. And still not sleeping well. By the very end of our trip you finally started letting others hold you whether I was in sight or not, which was refreshing. Here are a few pictures from our little vacation:</div><div><br /></div>We enjoyed many evenings playing outside on the lawn at your Nana/Grandad's house in Phoenix. I don't know if I've mentioned that balls are your very favorite thing to play with these days, but here you are doing just that. You have also just learned how to roll the ball instead of just handing it to me :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxpPveK1bznZaLp1mymeyq2MpEnW2xvSXJ7hBKz5Wx8hZ8CmsqHRdWu00Kqc_ZmZ4fslM69Ne7v87cbOloBA0b_bcz871JHQ0CMLE6t1-J6N789qPqLu3J5pzFgw_JO0CS0suXkz5LHfh/s1600/IMG_1584.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxpPveK1bznZaLp1mymeyq2MpEnW2xvSXJ7hBKz5Wx8hZ8CmsqHRdWu00Kqc_ZmZ4fslM69Ne7v87cbOloBA0b_bcz871JHQ0CMLE6t1-J6N789qPqLu3J5pzFgw_JO0CS0suXkz5LHfh/s400/IMG_1584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594060392156483666" /></a><br /><br /><div>We also had a great time in Tucson visiting Grandpa Ed, Grandma Sue, Grammy, and your Great Aunt Dee Dee. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here you are at the zoo enjoying a ride in this vibrant stroller:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFgBbQ5L5oZO-M2GUpwGBmXQy5gKsnb1QWICdWxciKlUPM4L2cEQz4qTdBSJt4DvGr_D0lC4Du_Dmt6sGjZ2GhREhWUsJZRdf1ldWjTJv9rclwwtsoTqVsLIZn5EZGdopaplmL_Amqate/s1600/IMG_1579.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFgBbQ5L5oZO-M2GUpwGBmXQy5gKsnb1QWICdWxciKlUPM4L2cEQz4qTdBSJt4DvGr_D0lC4Du_Dmt6sGjZ2GhREhWUsJZRdf1ldWjTJv9rclwwtsoTqVsLIZn5EZGdopaplmL_Amqate/s400/IMG_1579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594060386319759410" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>And pointing, a favorite past-time:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvt_2BF7P9raF7fc4jADHnC3lB177csuogX0Zy2u0PFl8Xg_vQ7O6aPl4jYAi1YBmdkJkUrUQvUMd1hsrUr1cLVxBUOZQ9QowUnLIissUNT11Vd-8qR8NWxmFJRmOdXnv0Wzq4hxrS1sIz/s1600/IMG_1572.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvt_2BF7P9raF7fc4jADHnC3lB177csuogX0Zy2u0PFl8Xg_vQ7O6aPl4jYAi1YBmdkJkUrUQvUMd1hsrUr1cLVxBUOZQ9QowUnLIissUNT11Vd-8qR8NWxmFJRmOdXnv0Wzq4hxrS1sIz/s400/IMG_1572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594060383465292882" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO2XVr34whrnNmHGIEtjkMmY67mxyoLCLDjQJOZwMgwAwKp0wFj5EQEJNkasVfN3GOIrJF5bIzcJOnqnN88uDyuX0kOv89JV2h8ymGf8GdrDSJIGJojhQFA57y_fHBDXIzOMUB9ktc-UyW/s1600/IMG_1565.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO2XVr34whrnNmHGIEtjkMmY67mxyoLCLDjQJOZwMgwAwKp0wFj5EQEJNkasVfN3GOIrJF5bIzcJOnqnN88uDyuX0kOv89JV2h8ymGf8GdrDSJIGJojhQFA57y_fHBDXIzOMUB9ktc-UyW/s400/IMG_1565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594060379726059698" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>With Mama, sporting those sun-kissed cheeks:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmvpHCnslaEjTGY3p-8iNDAOEzj0QufboibqiNMs9JQJ1vDH1X_LxyDriRLYnyJmT-S_6qx5xYQp_y_Q0GCfj_RG63R-WDO0OFT7iQ-Zkbjly0wlmRYQ7lzDktt00VsryARVfxSMHwkrr/s1600/IMG_1558.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmvpHCnslaEjTGY3p-8iNDAOEzj0QufboibqiNMs9JQJ1vDH1X_LxyDriRLYnyJmT-S_6qx5xYQp_y_Q0GCfj_RG63R-WDO0OFT7iQ-Zkbjly0wlmRYQ7lzDktt00VsryARVfxSMHwkrr/s400/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594060367488017746" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>The ride-on toys were still a little big for you but you enjoyed them when we pushed you for a bit...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhE4Sv_x5RSoESmw5Iq7YuAGDhviAlEo2OYkhm6dK1Ok8RXklTRT_N-1Tjt9cdUqnZbbsW6uCDmqJrOH1OI71CGAtaMO8e9q05xr4LcIkUmCtghXnjRu4U4w1JewUxYCietoGrF_fANNYF/s1600/IMG_1556.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhE4Sv_x5RSoESmw5Iq7YuAGDhviAlEo2OYkhm6dK1Ok8RXklTRT_N-1Tjt9cdUqnZbbsW6uCDmqJrOH1OI71CGAtaMO8e9q05xr4LcIkUmCtghXnjRu4U4w1JewUxYCietoGrF_fANNYF/s400/IMG_1556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594059526387432738" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Back up in Phoenix, we enjoyed many gathering with aunts, uncles and cousins. Here you are reuniting with your Uncle Rhett:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju25FxCrg3rI7WZB936pCu5DYW2gEU643eETCw25wOAS2yUev7PTmUUa9R0MriEbbHBjJRe36j6BIS3xidh4ZddhIqDXcof0AZRZE5ZgkVN_W-6X8hE3k3nSzxyId6OHG30xtXxueNb4W9/s1600/IMG_1538.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju25FxCrg3rI7WZB936pCu5DYW2gEU643eETCw25wOAS2yUev7PTmUUa9R0MriEbbHBjJRe36j6BIS3xidh4ZddhIqDXcof0AZRZE5ZgkVN_W-6X8hE3k3nSzxyId6OHG30xtXxueNb4W9/s400/IMG_1538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594059516000186274" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>And crushing your big sister...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4h23zuy2u2XFLBqSrGyvaKrlDBbh4A3pgnz8r5Wa_YJQ8U72gqUs2sSSEw9grg8vRdQEHpnMXvbcBIbfCi7wM60hZ7CdLCQLzX9jMfqSQygPQxb88wQbHaKRd0TlDq8rHyp78RmhwN_Ds/s1600/IMG_1532.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4h23zuy2u2XFLBqSrGyvaKrlDBbh4A3pgnz8r5Wa_YJQ8U72gqUs2sSSEw9grg8vRdQEHpnMXvbcBIbfCi7wM60hZ7CdLCQLzX9jMfqSQygPQxb88wQbHaKRd0TlDq8rHyp78RmhwN_Ds/s400/IMG_1532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594059509229409202" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>One night we took you and your sister for a hike. You were squirming like crazy until I finally realized you wanted to walk for yourself. We had to take turns holding you because you wanted to get down so badly and it became rather difficult to contain you! We let you walk for little stretches, especially on the rocky parts which were your favorite.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9QXl0E85v-hWEJf2J1UuMQ_YsOqZ7AXwhKOf2flFZ7JqkriSvomC8KVSJJEdTahOr2-6WLi61-rauowpCz9PdwDaoK94ypfb6EZdFLbkkNnTWu7WxGYy1jpz7yhgSte-cV1vx1XtjZvC/s1600/IMG_1586.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9QXl0E85v-hWEJf2J1UuMQ_YsOqZ7AXwhKOf2flFZ7JqkriSvomC8KVSJJEdTahOr2-6WLi61-rauowpCz9PdwDaoK94ypfb6EZdFLbkkNnTWu7WxGYy1jpz7yhgSte-cV1vx1XtjZvC/s400/IMG_1586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594061306115185122" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>We had many fun playdates, including a few with your good old friend Everett.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqv5xp-8W2eJihRl6HRgHhsWSoEo0CNl5RIBJ6DuhRSr4TX0bs_tOwACSnBrG3V-tMhyphenhyphentqQ33QIMx27VBIvbGGHWVtSAYr4SyP3l1KCm0REoRH1FgIaRp99hOQ4Oo5tpTY8qnELhutxoAp/s1600/IMG_1597.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqv5xp-8W2eJihRl6HRgHhsWSoEo0CNl5RIBJ6DuhRSr4TX0bs_tOwACSnBrG3V-tMhyphenhyphentqQ33QIMx27VBIvbGGHWVtSAYr4SyP3l1KCm0REoRH1FgIaRp99hOQ4Oo5tpTY8qnELhutxoAp/s400/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594061299113266994" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>We met your new cousin, Atreyu (middle) and second cousin Quinn...I thought you were big until I met these two chubby little 6 month-olds! You are longer than both but actually weigh the same (or less in Quinn's case)!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89ghDXi1HlsKMRW4naxhzrEHxWNx737aQFUHTWu7VL3tW9FdCvMfirU3WmkbEJ0GWb5k-H0sTuLp92ETIHTYSwcR2Jq9slG1WURWFOyD5Q2aw4OsPLiEX97pTObz68SN-H7mvogFPwU-b/s1600/IMG_1606.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89ghDXi1HlsKMRW4naxhzrEHxWNx737aQFUHTWu7VL3tW9FdCvMfirU3WmkbEJ0GWb5k-H0sTuLp92ETIHTYSwcR2Jq9slG1WURWFOyD5Q2aw4OsPLiEX97pTObz68SN-H7mvogFPwU-b/s400/IMG_1606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594061294420233202" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Attempting to get a 'goodbye' shot with the infamous Bastian and Atreyu, but you kept crawling toward me (at least you are waving, which was appropriate)!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqSGoDSOzTEonxhLguCNRV5-Jzwu_YnrrLYFJSdy70X3O6qI9asYR5do30NGojZ78a8nB_2gDNa9GIPfUIaCd15yoC3qCY0QQIa-rP-0Bn1ca5bfIR_d_8DNXhz8d-qT5SAnA-C4Rg7ph/s1600/IMG_1617.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqSGoDSOzTEonxhLguCNRV5-Jzwu_YnrrLYFJSdy70X3O6qI9asYR5do30NGojZ78a8nB_2gDNa9GIPfUIaCd15yoC3qCY0QQIa-rP-0Bn1ca5bfIR_d_8DNXhz8d-qT5SAnA-C4Rg7ph/s400/IMG_1617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594061292977950146" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It's definitely good to be home. I didn't realize how attached you were to your daddy until we got back; it was so sweet to witness your reunion.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Mama</div></div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. I almost forgot to mention the throwing up that put us behind on our way to the airport in Phoenix. And then there was the large amount of throw up that came up just as everyone fastened their seatbelts preparing for our flight to Boston. And yes, it splashed on the woman next to us. And need I mention that we were out of extra outfits at that point? Another reason our reunion with dad was so sweet :)</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-56341110791767068922011-04-10T13:14:00.000-07:002011-04-10T13:38:55.097-07:00Eating and DrinkingDear Bastian,<div>I meant to put a video on here of you figuring out how to take your first drinks from a straw, but couldn't figure out how. Here are pictures from the same occasion. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglm1oQ0-PF1vNJYhE3Pz9MWnHMez-4Kw5aCKBjCXj_Uc-nNOBU0wiG2F6V68nqIeGJq7Ka2WNMmn591LmMSoDevsKrC8R7_QWtIluWlF_OTn-vrBbdSbNjLr4bgwrV5eSmmYPQmBhGTvDA/s1600/IMG_1483.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglm1oQ0-PF1vNJYhE3Pz9MWnHMez-4Kw5aCKBjCXj_Uc-nNOBU0wiG2F6V68nqIeGJq7Ka2WNMmn591LmMSoDevsKrC8R7_QWtIluWlF_OTn-vrBbdSbNjLr4bgwrV5eSmmYPQmBhGTvDA/s400/IMG_1483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594051809591033874" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVer3FTF0lZKx8CFo_bvYuAVdMkHtrLlopd75-bb06WoEmMgdMdhPLq0Ruu9PMA6DTJhRv9_NFugkFMd4XCFbFZHx4hROeeYE6aCB1uSNSvBrKIRpTRdbxSVbKIwdcFkF9cm7SnO5KFqAm/s1600/IMG_1482.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVer3FTF0lZKx8CFo_bvYuAVdMkHtrLlopd75-bb06WoEmMgdMdhPLq0Ruu9PMA6DTJhRv9_NFugkFMd4XCFbFZHx4hROeeYE6aCB1uSNSvBrKIRpTRdbxSVbKIwdcFkF9cm7SnO5KFqAm/s400/IMG_1482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594051803527648418" /></a><br /><br /><div>You still LOVE drinking and eating anything. Luthien skipped the sippy cup and went straight to the straw early like you, but had no difficulty. You seem to choke a bit more so I try to only give you water and not during meals; this proves to be difficult because you are constantly pointing and grabbing for every cup in sight. Your favorite foods right now are frozen blueberries and yogurt- if you see either you immediately start pointing and babbling like crazy. You will eat oranges, limes, and lemons whole, or you would if I didn't stop you! You start eating the rind and get a bit of a confused face but still chomp away until I give you the middle pieces only. You did start spitting out raw vegetables because you finally figured out you can't really chew them- you still attempt to eat them but then you start spitting out little bits. And finally, I have noticed you also seem to prefer meat.</div><br />Eating oranges (you also love to share with us, and especially your sister)...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJI6v-O8eQHtu2FWX2mwb1bNFXZIbdOG-ow-zMqt-qoQSUtjefpQHxD_FQbiVYqtKQpIS1_xRdJuKeNYyZ5N-fRBEKJn2C1JRTGNqBCpl6uoL1emrm8Ovsoo-kuore1UrbyvX4uMn3Aefo/s1600/IMG_1492.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJI6v-O8eQHtu2FWX2mwb1bNFXZIbdOG-ow-zMqt-qoQSUtjefpQHxD_FQbiVYqtKQpIS1_xRdJuKeNYyZ5N-fRBEKJn2C1JRTGNqBCpl6uoL1emrm8Ovsoo-kuore1UrbyvX4uMn3Aefo/s400/IMG_1492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594054440745438882" /></a><br /><br /><div>After incessant pointing, shouting, and grabbing (we're working on that), enjoying a home-made <a href="http://goodlookingcook.blogspot.com/2011/03/orange-julius.html">orange julius drink</a> with dad:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpj2hll0W17_3ZmBwTV1n563xTtAtOCkQSBemVnDNNzgxiWXb0EoiQvDujR8HvshTbUNaaJFgrOnfwsnkCyxsaagrQR78DgrAP3QjivW2sdZYcj4Fko4Os3TzaU_f9V1LC6daGjwfbkncE/s1600/IMG_1485.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpj2hll0W17_3ZmBwTV1n563xTtAtOCkQSBemVnDNNzgxiWXb0EoiQvDujR8HvshTbUNaaJFgrOnfwsnkCyxsaagrQR78DgrAP3QjivW2sdZYcj4Fko4Os3TzaU_f9V1LC6daGjwfbkncE/s400/IMG_1485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594054438774250146" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>And here you are enjoying some spaghetti out on the patio in AZ. Nana seemed to think I was starving you because I decided when you were done eating. Apparently you are supposed to decide that, but after awhile even she commented on the fact that you would KEEP eating and you didn't seem to want to stop. Ever.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsdm4c4or8Ch0OMQjZt8gC-0RsuFt3KKH6tgZ0q8CfH44ga9npyfZ2O-P2bpwbTRfl9sl0lYUMTzMdyfOw9cyb_NMbmQva2Ip4oz5bKPfnyxIlczveGHqXL9i2zhPCQlKAqSHK13IKsPZ/s1600/IMG00005-20110319-1824.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsdm4c4or8Ch0OMQjZt8gC-0RsuFt3KKH6tgZ0q8CfH44ga9npyfZ2O-P2bpwbTRfl9sl0lYUMTzMdyfOw9cyb_NMbmQva2Ip4oz5bKPfnyxIlczveGHqXL9i2zhPCQlKAqSHK13IKsPZ/s400/IMG00005-20110319-1824.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594054445488538466" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Love, </div><div>Mama</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-65505599652533160852011-03-09T20:36:00.001-08:002011-04-03T20:18:25.747-07:00Pictureless UpdateHi Bastian, <div><br /></div><div>We are nearing the end of our vacation here in AZ and I feel like I need to provide a little update since you are changing so much everyday. I won't even mention the fact that you are almost 1- it breaks my heart to think that you are getting so old! </div><div><br /></div><div>So...before we left on our trip I wanted to let you know that I had left out a few more consonant sounds that you say: /g/ and /n/. Also, at that time you started doing a fake sort of laugh whenever we laugh at you. Your favorite songs were- and are still "Old McDonald," "Itsy-Bitsy Spider," "The Wheels on the Bus," and the "La La" song from our library story time. You love music, dancing and clapping to the beat.</div><div><br /></div><div>Since we've been here in AZ you started waving and saying "bye-bye" whenever people say goodbye to you! You also are saying /f/ and /v/ sounds and have tried to imitate a few times when I say "fan" (a new favorite thing to stare at and talk about). You started playing peek-a-boo by covering your eyes with your hands, taking them off and saying in a high-pitched voice, "da!" You have loved staring, pointing, and talking about lights for awhile, but recently you have been looking at my mouth and attempting to imitate the /l/ phoneme to say the word properly (very Luthien of you)! </div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight your Nana helped you to take a few steps! She stood you up and scooted back and you took about 3 steps independently! I guess I need to work with you on that more often, although I'm still not terribly anxious for you to walk since you are already in to too much. You have had a snotty nose this entire trip and throw a terrible fit whenever anyone tries to wipe it, which is driving me nuts. You have also been teething like crazy and I am anxious for the next tooth to make its' appearance so you aren't so clingy. Tonight as we played outside, ate, and took a night hike, it was the first time you did pretty well letting someone other than me hold you, which was nice. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know I will think of more but that's all for now little boy.... </div><div>Love, </div><div>Mama</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-64821320072675021212011-03-06T19:13:00.000-08:002011-03-06T19:59:53.730-08:00Sleepless Nights...We've had a lot of those lately. Tonight was actually the first night in a couple of weeks that I was able to put you to sleep in your crib on the first try with no fuss as soon as your head hits the mattress, no waking up 10 minutes later and then taking another hour to get back to sleep- I guess that is why I am actually able to take a moment to write to you! Other than teething now and then during this time, I can't figure out why the change in your sleeping habits, other than you are getting older and wiser, and figuring out that as soon as you cry, mom will pick you up and nurse you back to sleep. We may have to start doing some sleep "training" with you soon, but I hope not to have to!<div><br /></div><div>Here are some pictures from the last couple months (since New Years):</div><div><br /></div><div>Admiring fishies:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ya2KiLhz2xNhdCLaRPY3zuOnMqqXdmnklQUTqKIl9oXOK5JqLpJp5kuGJrsNrfgewobHOxh2gM0M-stYKtXXca84eBAY5FjhH4FtLbQ-saVFkL5RGr1RygFwevKhV1R556J0dDh5vp0y/s1600/IMG_1327.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ya2KiLhz2xNhdCLaRPY3zuOnMqqXdmnklQUTqKIl9oXOK5JqLpJp5kuGJrsNrfgewobHOxh2gM0M-stYKtXXca84eBAY5FjhH4FtLbQ-saVFkL5RGr1RygFwevKhV1R556J0dDh5vp0y/s400/IMG_1327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581173426490923746" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Showing off some new threads:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLqJNH0KJgfwUsdz524WlUKq1dnOF5o_cRkMXB1rIw9SQSaz4DDKkRbHGZZSmpdVyM9SiNc6NX4vnjKO53sD9yI3P0uGiRqhZV39NgOOxZBmnIEylxsrsQeUPZKn05B7S8BumdwvP-IiA/s1600/IMG_1343.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLqJNH0KJgfwUsdz524WlUKq1dnOF5o_cRkMXB1rIw9SQSaz4DDKkRbHGZZSmpdVyM9SiNc6NX4vnjKO53sD9yI3P0uGiRqhZV39NgOOxZBmnIEylxsrsQeUPZKn05B7S8BumdwvP-IiA/s400/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581173422851693346" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Showing off those naked buns:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGgE-EW3nsCEYoTw-BNKAxjsaRdirWD8HuNvX0huuwW4B2k4Foa94LWucWSTnhm9grjFZRq7hncQhuNRl2hsRFswTXmpyAPddATqhu4nTgnASEIqwXuMdtFykUTB6vZoVhvLJq-IhiBU5/s1600/IMG_1352.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGgE-EW3nsCEYoTw-BNKAxjsaRdirWD8HuNvX0huuwW4B2k4Foa94LWucWSTnhm9grjFZRq7hncQhuNRl2hsRFswTXmpyAPddATqhu4nTgnASEIqwXuMdtFykUTB6vZoVhvLJq-IhiBU5/s400/IMG_1352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581173417556489314" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>You seem very close to walking these days, and sometimes you'll take your hand off of whatever it is you are using to steady yourself and stand by yourself (once you realize you're doing that, though, you get very worried and quickly grab on to something or cry). You just need a little more confidence and I really think you could walk!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcOwwu0-Q5SIROURRlghfUe4U7Db9ayhWUsrRPZFkd8bHW1QwMDW_AdIQfScdzGdMJiieRs5WlmhSPARYjZcYcvGoDfofw5XNB7FlK0cUSWAAipwdEiSuiPUwRmwQbS0Mqju6N40uRxzC/s1600/IMG_1386.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcOwwu0-Q5SIROURRlghfUe4U7Db9ayhWUsrRPZFkd8bHW1QwMDW_AdIQfScdzGdMJiieRs5WlmhSPARYjZcYcvGoDfofw5XNB7FlK0cUSWAAipwdEiSuiPUwRmwQbS0Mqju6N40uRxzC/s400/IMG_1386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581173414090261954" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>You are a very smiley, happy little boy but I can never get you to show off your 7, almost 8 teeth for the camera! You are always too stunned by the flash of the camera I guess.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4cKf7-RRlgHHEyUnNuEsVA9yWeHfuyz0aYKwUmfUzz3TC9VZjijeMAa-GBC6xB-lY0HKWcLFVLMb_t6DHOCF9L8ArqkyPT5uDz52jNgu3dwq3zR3tpsllk8qgLqxSZugEtfop-bx4ePg/s1600/IMG_1388.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4cKf7-RRlgHHEyUnNuEsVA9yWeHfuyz0aYKwUmfUzz3TC9VZjijeMAa-GBC6xB-lY0HKWcLFVLMb_t6DHOCF9L8ArqkyPT5uDz52jNgu3dwq3zR3tpsllk8qgLqxSZugEtfop-bx4ePg/s400/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581172576369524338" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>You love this new toy our friend, Miss Carrie gave to us!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-flILVlP6mKt5mazEZU0z-aWGUafIP8kR0q8m0LTl2s7VpzprgjuN9VJA98olPtJAyu2OaQ0kHX9RvcZndBv83z6gRDQCNQNioKoaxp1TVh4QmWN5PCeXriMpzfa258ipIlKfXdSDz9WY/s1600/IMG_1399.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-flILVlP6mKt5mazEZU0z-aWGUafIP8kR0q8m0LTl2s7VpzprgjuN9VJA98olPtJAyu2OaQ0kHX9RvcZndBv83z6gRDQCNQNioKoaxp1TVh4QmWN5PCeXriMpzfa258ipIlKfXdSDz9WY/s400/IMG_1399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581172571473886770" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Again, here you are looking stunned while your sister shows off her new haircut!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8L7N3YWK2NerIt84vu6vHQYid83IwMWGiXDjGl4CYsW1csxWvuj_6GyWSlMAKfLR0eQIB8ITZFf3eRzi4E-BkdkrhsOhpk6CZmcxorJJWRo_cw5qZtjtHg5Hgv2nIwQr-Z4q1dPJjiOkN/s1600/IMG_1405.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8L7N3YWK2NerIt84vu6vHQYid83IwMWGiXDjGl4CYsW1csxWvuj_6GyWSlMAKfLR0eQIB8ITZFf3eRzi4E-BkdkrhsOhpk6CZmcxorJJWRo_cw5qZtjtHg5Hgv2nIwQr-Z4q1dPJjiOkN/s400/IMG_1405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581172570462783250" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>All glammed up for church:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fgDIGiO5zhaTx4aeXksaSZ90ULYxd7uER36BZbCckBgBX_w9N0vsrDQsiTIix5Ub8det4Fr3N3LR4rZP1X99yznpV7Ccg6H-Wh1q3ZgWHvze-nnDx_LWmMY_WDApZxchXFQmxmm-Lnhh/s1600/IMG_1409.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fgDIGiO5zhaTx4aeXksaSZ90ULYxd7uER36BZbCckBgBX_w9N0vsrDQsiTIix5Ub8det4Fr3N3LR4rZP1X99yznpV7Ccg6H-Wh1q3ZgWHvze-nnDx_LWmMY_WDApZxchXFQmxmm-Lnhh/s400/IMG_1409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581172562981769714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXI1FxZTmNCAPNKmeXodoeeEgHgz7EivhCc3yVa3uz8eRJu83J2jVLLAICD22kJBiJVh-02wMbdZOksQSfAmo0kUDbjscHqWpGc50B_PilTyLtGMG6KJAYxVmQeSRRvJJQ6TeewIDa68e4/s1600/IMG_1419.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXI1FxZTmNCAPNKmeXodoeeEgHgz7EivhCc3yVa3uz8eRJu83J2jVLLAICD22kJBiJVh-02wMbdZOksQSfAmo0kUDbjscHqWpGc50B_PilTyLtGMG6KJAYxVmQeSRRvJJQ6TeewIDa68e4/s400/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581172560719614114" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>And finally, playing with your sister...you now understand her name and get very excited when you see her after being apart for any span of time. We refer to her as "Lu Lu" for you for now, and when we say her name and see her in the morning or after naps you wave your arms and babble away.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptSGKAvKAS6lrnTbvEzsFsARYCmsWtPlaRXxVK9f1h7nr-S9f87Gzg0ZOuyt6yS4L_upxbH53kCNNtIfRJwveqXLJ2SxMU2rxiBWcaPOmuCxUPVGqBfCEnjyFAmihyuWQ4FhqstP4hz6N/s1600/IMG_1438.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptSGKAvKAS6lrnTbvEzsFsARYCmsWtPlaRXxVK9f1h7nr-S9f87Gzg0ZOuyt6yS4L_upxbH53kCNNtIfRJwveqXLJ2SxMU2rxiBWcaPOmuCxUPVGqBfCEnjyFAmihyuWQ4FhqstP4hz6N/s400/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581171913602754898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_-iB9tIc9dg-sWRWoEkShKLvN_kkS6nRZTXEqN8tUxBi54WLiOBqagrJnyGCWIdoEpSNrnUKRLbseCPRxY6o9DwjY5pCU98SZq7X2dT8Uk0qhMBs9rdbVxmKVmRlAjH0ro5XIQktmWrW/s1600/IMG_1442.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_-iB9tIc9dg-sWRWoEkShKLvN_kkS6nRZTXEqN8tUxBi54WLiOBqagrJnyGCWIdoEpSNrnUKRLbseCPRxY6o9DwjY5pCU98SZq7X2dT8Uk0qhMBs9rdbVxmKVmRlAjH0ro5XIQktmWrW/s400/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581171595137885842" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>More new developments: </div><div>1) You respond to your own name consistently</div><div>2) You've replaced your army scoot with a real crawl!</div><div>3) You have started imitating the words/phrases "light," "all done," and "so big"</div><div>4) The only words I can confidently add to the list of words you are already comprehending are "eat," "water," and "up" (other than "Lu Lu" and the words mentioned in the previous post, which you are still consistently understanding). I think you may understand "drink," "potty" and a few more, but I want to be more sure before saying for sure!</div><div>5) Fine motor skills are improving with picking up finger foods and other small objects</div><div>6) You can drink from a straw!</div><div>7) More variations in your vowel sounds (variegated babbling), but you are still only using initial consonant sounds <i>d</i>, <i>b</i>, and <i>m</i> (the latter only when sad). There were a few days where I almost went crazy because you were repeating "da" over and over, all day long, but then you started changing things up <i>a little bit</i> again- I did look back at Luthien's blog and confirmed she had a lot more consonants at this age, but I always thought she was very verbal from a young age- no comparisons, I promise :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I love you sweet boy, please sleep well tonight!</div><div>-Mama</div><div><br /></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-27378980949314904452011-01-09T21:28:00.000-08:002011-01-24T20:02:25.384-08:00Winter ReviewDearest Bastian,<div>You are still the apple of my eye, although you have been causing me much more trouble lately! Over the past three weeks you have been teething like crazy (all four top teeth coming in)- why do my children get teeth so early?! You also have entered the world of separation anxiety in a BIG way, and become easily frustrated by mobility issues. You are quickly learning that "NO" is a word you do not like, and voice your opinion of the word freely!</div><div><br /></div><div>On the up-side, your comprehension is developing beautifully! I would say that you fully comprehend the following: <i>light, guitar, doggie, Roofus, more, Mama, walk, and milk </i>or<i> nurse. </i>You will imitate the sign for nursing/milk, and you imitate a raspberry sound and other mouth movements and sounds (like sticking your tongue out, lip smacking, and simple consonant-vowel sounds). You continue to get around via army crawling, or walking (more like running) in your walker. I never wanted to put you in the walker because I worried you would become too dependent. It <i>has </i>made my life easier, but I do think it is doing exactly what I feared. You insist on standing most of the time (when you're not in your walker), but require support from Mom or Dad. When we say "walk, walk Bastian!" you will start walking with assistance but you definitely aren't ready to take any steps on your own (although would really like to!). Your legs are totally solid and sturdy- it's hilarious to compare them to Luthien's- so once you are standing you're like a brick wall :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Some of your favorite past-times include grabbing anything and everything in sight and putting it in your mouth (especially small, circular objects), pulling books and dvd's off of shelves, and eating. I am convinced you can mash up anything in your mouth, so I probably give you things I shouldn't- you love mashing up whole frozen fruits and veggies, like peas and blueberries, and other small round things, like raisins :) You like EVERYTHING- it doesn't matter if it's spicy, sour, etc. which is SO different from your sister. The only thing you aren't particularly fond of are sweet potatoes and bananas by themselves, and anything similarly textured. You also love plain yogurt, which is so funny because again, it is rather sour, but I am happy I don't have to worry about sweetening it!</div><div><br /></div><div>We've had a fun and chilly winter here in Mass, and here are a few pictures to document your development:</div><div><br /></div><div>Classic Bath Shot...you actually took a face-dive right after we took the picture, which I knew was going to happen and kept telling Dad to hold on to you! By now you are now much more stable sitting up in the bath.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdksubpChrVF8Wzxz1er4Wl3GADGmaqZXffTfkmTA0NVPUgbmT265DGOrKZ5axdx3IMbVEe2cA4u8sklkTTzQ_GRcx1eyvZAubqPdDdTDa-VSG9v1GaCFSW3RXn151nIcH_49jlMCLM9Uy/s1600/IMG_1079.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdksubpChrVF8Wzxz1er4Wl3GADGmaqZXffTfkmTA0NVPUgbmT265DGOrKZ5axdx3IMbVEe2cA4u8sklkTTzQ_GRcx1eyvZAubqPdDdTDa-VSG9v1GaCFSW3RXn151nIcH_49jlMCLM9Uy/s400/IMG_1079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565854868795722674" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>You love all of Dad's musical equipment!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNjc4TV6cb-WNf8G6swAfqEWKUU2KolUtTb4ePCwd5ifZVyXGG3tFpxTeXOcQWNB4E7rxMeZdQ59hAFhbNpHchsHr046pxMdQb72JKMOEdKVdNKGWkGYrpxM7PGT2CGXXn7BA-yXFPA6Ha/s1600/IMG_1094.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNjc4TV6cb-WNf8G6swAfqEWKUU2KolUtTb4ePCwd5ifZVyXGG3tFpxTeXOcQWNB4E7rxMeZdQ59hAFhbNpHchsHr046pxMdQb72JKMOEdKVdNKGWkGYrpxM7PGT2CGXXn7BA-yXFPA6Ha/s400/IMG_1094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565854866093447154" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Here are a few funny shots of you eating! You insist on making a total mess when you eat- I've sort of started turning you into a baby bird and making you take bites from my hand in order to avoid the mess!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyzbTLfOhl-HB_Ey-LEKHRRqo8_JWpjbosht4KYwP-jLDYbrBNYfuRfYyKw-7e9l8hk2OAzIEhVekxqGJHTmF8JC0ZShi-R3X0Q0gLDGX2k_FJZP7Z03JfO8fQg3WiHpsTGxB-YlAQ886/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyzbTLfOhl-HB_Ey-LEKHRRqo8_JWpjbosht4KYwP-jLDYbrBNYfuRfYyKw-7e9l8hk2OAzIEhVekxqGJHTmF8JC0ZShi-R3X0Q0gLDGX2k_FJZP7Z03JfO8fQg3WiHpsTGxB-YlAQ886/s400/IMG_1095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565854860409799138" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Dad had to make your hair all crazy for added effect:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamaBpHaX4jIQ_UqIWHuBI-UN_WIOov9PKH7okTCrirnCRX230WI4KDRJ3rV-LzHpKNj9pKYZkRJ0aoC6Z-lMkGJ-uZuaFqsKOo3QsvGbXVuTPkia3oQrunSrN4Ne0uNKjSOeRvvvL-Mkl/s1600/IMG_1096.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamaBpHaX4jIQ_UqIWHuBI-UN_WIOov9PKH7okTCrirnCRX230WI4KDRJ3rV-LzHpKNj9pKYZkRJ0aoC6Z-lMkGJ-uZuaFqsKOo3QsvGbXVuTPkia3oQrunSrN4Ne0uNKjSOeRvvvL-Mkl/s400/IMG_1096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565854477713694658" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OTnW1q4cVf3-JmaGpDS4olzktUXlc7bySvKAZ_RWFmtAckT9lqW7-Zvz9xR6ziHr40WXXOYDt177XVm0WUnzZQlkSmSNQFEBzU8i4bXyRbr6HPsNhbvvxZJJu81axxWN-194JN8MBrcO/s1600/IMG_1100.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OTnW1q4cVf3-JmaGpDS4olzktUXlc7bySvKAZ_RWFmtAckT9lqW7-Zvz9xR6ziHr40WXXOYDt177XVm0WUnzZQlkSmSNQFEBzU8i4bXyRbr6HPsNhbvvxZJJu81axxWN-194JN8MBrcO/s400/IMG_1100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565854468024340706" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>One of you/Luthien's favorite activities is having me push the two of you all over the house in the laundry basket. You love me to sing "Wheels on the Bus" and make the car/raspberry sound (I think this is where you learned to do it yourself)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxSdYAt0JV-2tQnRE-rXBoQ-98tomKBuXS_L-bjnvGIULhk9Tdx7F9YQPKL0vur4ONWJURKKFwKnBrSlgMnCSEUehijZMr-FpotVaupDK_LOVipaLZTz3yykzC6i9_CjS-0ckZNl2TQlf/s1600/IMG_1110.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxSdYAt0JV-2tQnRE-rXBoQ-98tomKBuXS_L-bjnvGIULhk9Tdx7F9YQPKL0vur4ONWJURKKFwKnBrSlgMnCSEUehijZMr-FpotVaupDK_LOVipaLZTz3yykzC6i9_CjS-0ckZNl2TQlf/s400/IMG_1110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565854465071751618" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24c0vuXZXGjlPvq3hY5J3ABv0UMaH0ZiT1zw6HPyWnpMzr_rnnuENrsmBbRnLUNV1FmtFHCGnOiDiE05wtv4wLZhyFTKNSaR7nsOfGdikHaJBldE0xyrzVZS7LWQunnCXvbg0arOgLOhy/s1600/IMG_1112.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24c0vuXZXGjlPvq3hY5J3ABv0UMaH0ZiT1zw6HPyWnpMzr_rnnuENrsmBbRnLUNV1FmtFHCGnOiDiE05wtv4wLZhyFTKNSaR7nsOfGdikHaJBldE0xyrzVZS7LWQunnCXvbg0arOgLOhy/s400/IMG_1112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565854459322648370" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>First snow, just before Christmas!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYwPdEqqBUx5CB9hlGJUllnpNi5t2koqYEKHsLGv34DZn77xL9C_TH8rwjyPo5npueARalDdJ3z1mpIC3mqtj-4DbbDfxSNleKnq685oU6ZCa0q3r22A3rK_KgqjCpeg7BgQ4GJ9RCMxsP/s1600/IMG_1119.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYwPdEqqBUx5CB9hlGJUllnpNi5t2koqYEKHsLGv34DZn77xL9C_TH8rwjyPo5npueARalDdJ3z1mpIC3mqtj-4DbbDfxSNleKnq685oU6ZCa0q3r22A3rK_KgqjCpeg7BgQ4GJ9RCMxsP/s400/IMG_1119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565854445022775506" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>View from our window...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiWlDFzFmaKS9nK12N1crQKNJnhUDo97VpnNItN9G50WP2gK0uA1nwulENqqDmmO5NroeszeyZGjxS9DPziYpey_vGL_B6tdYYJer_alQix1aiQsfwzo1rD9s8tVF47SIf-BuyjCc8h05/s1600/IMG_1151.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiWlDFzFmaKS9nK12N1crQKNJnhUDo97VpnNItN9G50WP2gK0uA1nwulENqqDmmO5NroeszeyZGjxS9DPziYpey_vGL_B6tdYYJer_alQix1aiQsfwzo1rD9s8tVF47SIf-BuyjCc8h05/s400/IMG_1151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565853680567252450" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>We were fortunate to house-sit for friends of ours over Christmas. They have an adorable, quaint little beach house and we had a lot of fun. Here you are enjoying all the trucks and other wooden goodies they have at their house. Sorry about the strange outfit, we had to borrow and put you in some of Luthien's clothes the first night!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT23Js-krnOqTDj7_Ykma-hPCx_0QDGGnwPgvHXVIvcYGYa-5ma-vGd9drOIoXl-1KonrQVAwrkH0bdRuc6pNl9GZFBpU5WyiuBNfOsdim-mAjdvtOrIzCcAwH2x3Rl70XVYSLD96uDp4/s1600/IMG_1164.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT23Js-krnOqTDj7_Ykma-hPCx_0QDGGnwPgvHXVIvcYGYa-5ma-vGd9drOIoXl-1KonrQVAwrkH0bdRuc6pNl9GZFBpU5WyiuBNfOsdim-mAjdvtOrIzCcAwH2x3Rl70XVYSLD96uDp4/s400/IMG_1164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565853675061930066" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmu4B3hklHUtWbyDEFSFu-8_rxc8TPkkrM-LTGiHqwC-4YjKHoHfKlixuwPx8xPUYlValOiV4Y1p_8gkB_4BAoR00qYjJrrASbwjlU_EjGyDFjRPAcnCmrIWEVlYzZr37FSSEO_carRe5H/s1600/IMG_1189.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmu4B3hklHUtWbyDEFSFu-8_rxc8TPkkrM-LTGiHqwC-4YjKHoHfKlixuwPx8xPUYlValOiV4Y1p_8gkB_4BAoR00qYjJrrASbwjlU_EjGyDFjRPAcnCmrIWEVlYzZr37FSSEO_carRe5H/s400/IMG_1189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565853674095299234" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjckpPT6Z4ycx6dWMn-44CG5qIT74rbInrPKrY2HoEglLM01eAn92qH7jkXqtJyoIWegN1EobrJBpjAoPHbM5MxIbqx8PJqnDrp94oQ_cCiHOH7BJFC6atFq0dRKz1bKHfBDKsyfBzXMbiX/s1600/IMG_1202.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjckpPT6Z4ycx6dWMn-44CG5qIT74rbInrPKrY2HoEglLM01eAn92qH7jkXqtJyoIWegN1EobrJBpjAoPHbM5MxIbqx8PJqnDrp94oQ_cCiHOH7BJFC6atFq0dRKz1bKHfBDKsyfBzXMbiX/s400/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565853671492464690" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Making Christmas cookies, which you were more into than Luthien:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwfx45kx7q08d4sOgG56wZr6KwY95KXetTLTIJGs-zEzL6QmDqucD8nyCuTqZwb_QH-MowMRrZ8bKXudsIwhJHZm7yqD98GVAgJ7rbLsj6pkr31ctKZ3w9v6E0oqkSJBi0bdtZkKFnSfw/s1600/IMG_1211.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwfx45kx7q08d4sOgG56wZr6KwY95KXetTLTIJGs-zEzL6QmDqucD8nyCuTqZwb_QH-MowMRrZ8bKXudsIwhJHZm7yqD98GVAgJ7rbLsj6pkr31ctKZ3w9v6E0oqkSJBi0bdtZkKFnSfw/s400/IMG_1211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565853663204118994" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>We opened presents at our house, which you weren't as excited about as I thought...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWKiWCnmkDGSoxnKh0PFMiRhyphenhyphenNPbe6Gh14TjQ4PBZqjYfXuwia4Qb5nbVSk22T3Ek3P0Hh8wmyxpDHIOkonp40qWh6m2CXrYKIIpWJvTCYWYF78C0YIoHtDGZFhX94H6bOW9SOw-vwbQQ/s1600/IMG_1250.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWKiWCnmkDGSoxnKh0PFMiRhyphenhyphenNPbe6Gh14TjQ4PBZqjYfXuwia4Qb5nbVSk22T3Ek3P0Hh8wmyxpDHIOkonp40qWh6m2CXrYKIIpWJvTCYWYF78C0YIoHtDGZFhX94H6bOW9SOw-vwbQQ/s400/IMG_1250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560425524521422770" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Here you are with your new toolset (drool and all):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCuzpyPtzb2fnoy1BDh11MuUPygxhDWqlkWxpW-JnhRwkagf2yRcAumWURkuV0px3oc4i132-w0r1QxUUF2UIFXvyDYclUiHNJV2U2Kd42Xmv6_aOp6kr611XlZaIBMk27-8sIbmljp2yG/s1600/IMG_1264.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCuzpyPtzb2fnoy1BDh11MuUPygxhDWqlkWxpW-JnhRwkagf2yRcAumWURkuV0px3oc4i132-w0r1QxUUF2UIFXvyDYclUiHNJV2U2Kd42Xmv6_aOp6kr611XlZaIBMk27-8sIbmljp2yG/s400/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560425518918848834" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Getting bites of apple from your sister...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCotl6mg8RWu1Ut5VoVyYDywoer0Fa-jUDjxtK3QXRmD7DcLxYdHNYUXxQ2O7QagovJYATGlQ5glLuOOhnsUGhZsnBfu2BogcBfipYPP2aZPG13P1dfcoVVpVcwNG711BsurxQf8vMdEEM/s1600/IMG_1276.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCotl6mg8RWu1Ut5VoVyYDywoer0Fa-jUDjxtK3QXRmD7DcLxYdHNYUXxQ2O7QagovJYATGlQ5glLuOOhnsUGhZsnBfu2BogcBfipYPP2aZPG13P1dfcoVVpVcwNG711BsurxQf8vMdEEM/s400/IMG_1276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560425515415492802" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>And finally, just a couple pictures from our New Year's trip to Brooklyn. I have no pictures of you with family because every time someone tried to hold you, you reacted with a face similar to this (although you were being a bit more cordial to your cousin Olivia since she kept her distance):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsIUGd7TfE7Bf6rn7yCozHxTBKNXB4IXsqdqaAk1mSGsxlgw5091d9CJiAAvmhOJ8A525ibXhFMu-yW7D3EtPFxNlsxgd5nf9HNj2LUvzTgBDA38qP9GvOjKRcRdmzdL3yz0OGj2h7V1Tq/s1600/IMG_1306.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsIUGd7TfE7Bf6rn7yCozHxTBKNXB4IXsqdqaAk1mSGsxlgw5091d9CJiAAvmhOJ8A525ibXhFMu-yW7D3EtPFxNlsxgd5nf9HNj2LUvzTgBDA38qP9GvOjKRcRdmzdL3yz0OGj2h7V1Tq/s400/IMG_1306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560425509985894098" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>This is with the exception of a few occasions with Nana, and one very sweet interaction with Uncle Tom:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2aN8AMUV2QnJDEM7J-n_htG2_a3GJz7gs9Z8oND3Tb2lV2rXVvLm1QcUXXwqg7k13nV4kYhkf1vAq3_nCRTOlGPou1B_73n1kOPQ4QaKBe72x0sAM_FA8DJOIaBb9R9CFiDoZ2qq8jsi/s1600/IMG_1312.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2aN8AMUV2QnJDEM7J-n_htG2_a3GJz7gs9Z8oND3Tb2lV2rXVvLm1QcUXXwqg7k13nV4kYhkf1vAq3_nCRTOlGPou1B_73n1kOPQ4QaKBe72x0sAM_FA8DJOIaBb9R9CFiDoZ2qq8jsi/s400/IMG_1312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560425504565582386" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I just realized my developmental notes are current, while these pictures were taken 1-2 months ago! I will post more pictures soon, so you can see how you are beginning to thin out (I think). Also, I wanted to tell you that you love to do things to get a reaction out of us. For example, you'll pluck a guitar chord, pause, and look at us with a big grin, full of pride. Very cute. <div><br /></div><div>Everyone says you look JUST like your Dad. We still don't see it, besides the sturdy legs, light complexion, and reddish hair :)<br /><div><br /><div>I love you baby boy, more to come (and sooner this time, hopefully)!</div><div>Mama</div></div></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-4354962034060906942010-12-07T20:50:00.000-08:002010-12-07T22:17:05.245-08:00Big BoyBastian,<div>We finally took you to the doctor and here are your measurements:</div><div>Weight: 19 lbs 1 oz</div><div>Height: 28.5 inches</div><div>Head: forgot, sorry!</div><div>The doctor mentioned that your weight is in the 58th percentile but she didn't say the percentile for your height. All I know is that you feel heavy and you seem to be VERY long. 12-18 month clothing fits you best these days. You aren't very "roly poly" or round necessarily, just a very sturdy boy. It's so strange to think that I birthed you! The doctor also felt that you have a heart murmur that should be further checked out by a cardiologist so we will see what they have to say. Apparently the murmur runs in Dad's family big time so we're not too worried at this point. On to pictures...</div><div>We spent Thanksgiving in Brooklyn with your aunts, uncles, and cousins. Your cousin Olivia is really a fast crawler these days so she was moving all around the house while you attempted to keep up with your tummy scoot. You have definitely picked up the pace, but alas, you are no match for Livers (as Dad calls her).</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwyNMKQHPwFQwHklHYhdjKB7rog9Uv4tR11nmqlADWOfp5lwxAiRs8Ypk6zWXUJWZkXJ2hDkzxxrGVKAAJtvjMYCmYMILBfA-IPYE8L8p545OoJ4FM2h4N7uVmTviZt_LhiToXQT_dJcJx/s1600/IMG_0940.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwyNMKQHPwFQwHklHYhdjKB7rog9Uv4tR11nmqlADWOfp5lwxAiRs8Ypk6zWXUJWZkXJ2hDkzxxrGVKAAJtvjMYCmYMILBfA-IPYE8L8p545OoJ4FM2h4N7uVmTviZt_LhiToXQT_dJcJx/s400/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175936676018450" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>That weekend really marked a change in your eating habits I think- you began loving to munch on finger foods and your ability to move food- purees or solids- to the back of your mouth showed much improvement! Still when you eat purees, quite a bit comes out the front, but I think this has more to do with your excessive drooling, and the fact that you start to get lazy after about 5 bites. </div><div>You couldn't wait for dinner so you started snacking on a green bean here:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzR7DA13sOazEWYM2dL04-5xiyrEKBcb9_WBb7K0rUTGJXvz5pbwL5miEEaTeQnvExksW4IVTHkh_z6777Jx6CQt6Sy9B6xtO_nj6SKCWFg5v1JU_FLJVEMLrINxUZPQ-XUoPBkyvycRMR/s1600/IMG_0950.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzR7DA13sOazEWYM2dL04-5xiyrEKBcb9_WBb7K0rUTGJXvz5pbwL5miEEaTeQnvExksW4IVTHkh_z6777Jx6CQt6Sy9B6xtO_nj6SKCWFg5v1JU_FLJVEMLrINxUZPQ-XUoPBkyvycRMR/s400/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175929836336866" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Clearly a very happy boy, after delving into some sweet potatoes!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha9kIJmyvZNF_z8XCZKXGR2d_Sxy3OphZcsTudwlP9Iu9j1NbP72yjE45LNWaZ7tLCzaHglLfKX2JpytEnlOmEHd5nzX70k8paPvU2MQvkPHZDkXmgQ_UJpZQLgBQfyR4FcFKllT17H6d4/s1600/IMG_0969.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha9kIJmyvZNF_z8XCZKXGR2d_Sxy3OphZcsTudwlP9Iu9j1NbP72yjE45LNWaZ7tLCzaHglLfKX2JpytEnlOmEHd5nzX70k8paPvU2MQvkPHZDkXmgQ_UJpZQLgBQfyR4FcFKllT17H6d4/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175923248423490" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Mom got sick with some sort of stomach flu the days leading up to Thanksgiving, but finally felt better just in time for the feast. But we were still pretty worn out that evening:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyeuwhirsA1U2zySdovBcQ2By9X7dB1JISPr9S9sEM-_3oFSfSI6dza3RBb-l7cdt8kiomaERu3u1uaMXrRiKt68hCRPQ1KeYmLS7MRKWc_hJi20krbxyxead-rLYGqG9_UyN8d5KoZASw/s1600/IMG_0979.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyeuwhirsA1U2zySdovBcQ2By9X7dB1JISPr9S9sEM-_3oFSfSI6dza3RBb-l7cdt8kiomaERu3u1uaMXrRiKt68hCRPQ1KeYmLS7MRKWc_hJi20krbxyxead-rLYGqG9_UyN8d5KoZASw/s400/IMG_0979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175914751152258" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>During the trip we discovered that you could sit up all by yourself!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-Ay7nZu9uXgPnUOLTm5Tg0r_Ye0-GtoxPJWsLhP3ND-xPDzSqEyciQB_dc9iKUK9wPJXhbW5aFB9ozz-zJVZXmM0F6Dklogi8PHQ_4_E5-XM_MOFN-T4JfnwXnBhq6LHsbcD7Oe_IlfR/s1600/IMG_0990.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-Ay7nZu9uXgPnUOLTm5Tg0r_Ye0-GtoxPJWsLhP3ND-xPDzSqEyciQB_dc9iKUK9wPJXhbW5aFB9ozz-zJVZXmM0F6Dklogi8PHQ_4_E5-XM_MOFN-T4JfnwXnBhq6LHsbcD7Oe_IlfR/s400/IMG_0990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175437999658034" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>I had previously been doing a lot of this (hovering behind you):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkAA86gYKk7a7WDhfssYqEfh5h18YOFIbB2c-At6auz2hEGqKkmgC4stTV1Oc4Tk7lBjR_ZewXe8lT1eYE-n71xNbZUBUmiRtmMoN-XWGlHf69EKHBbb9lRrKZEZlqKJ38nR4CKBo-kC3/s1600/IMG_0997.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkAA86gYKk7a7WDhfssYqEfh5h18YOFIbB2c-At6auz2hEGqKkmgC4stTV1Oc4Tk7lBjR_ZewXe8lT1eYE-n71xNbZUBUmiRtmMoN-XWGlHf69EKHBbb9lRrKZEZlqKJ38nR4CKBo-kC3/s400/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175429576065922" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>And this (propping you up with pillows):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZNJ4lBoQIQ_Dy9ShUz42M4oq-ml1KO-SLzOOoPNEnpV9aieWrVQMNEI091YzPLoBmN-vcTEso0JKNg2r2XNhb7oR0oAGA1Lj5y7k9fgxTBKxnkab73nkwQegte6nkiyvJC7U9_ApwKjfB/s1600/IMG_1003.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZNJ4lBoQIQ_Dy9ShUz42M4oq-ml1KO-SLzOOoPNEnpV9aieWrVQMNEI091YzPLoBmN-vcTEso0JKNg2r2XNhb7oR0oAGA1Lj5y7k9fgxTBKxnkab73nkwQegte6nkiyvJC7U9_ApwKjfB/s400/IMG_1003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175424982141410" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>But there is no need for propping or hovering anymore, which is very nice! I will say that the two times I have decided to sit you up on a hard surface you have fallen :( Once was at the doctor's office when I had to sit you on the floor while holding Luthien for a finger prick, and the other time was today, when Luthien decided to walk up to you and push you backwards on the hardwood floor. Other than these incidences you really are very steady! The only frustrating thing now is that you have not quite figured out that you can move out of the sitting up position (or maybe I should enjoy this while it lasts!)...You will actually sit in the same position for a long time, but as seems to be true of your personality in general, once you are done you are done, and are very vocal about it! You definitely stay put longer when I'm not around, because you always want me to pick you up and you know I won't make you wait very long :)</div><div><br /></div><div>You are enjoying the lights and objects on our Christmas tree. It is usually still dark when you wake up in the morning and we always walk out and talk about all the lights/colors. Here are a few crazy pictures Dad took of you while Luthien and I trimmed the tree:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocXfe52n-cmmIEfp19KODm57lBGJGxXn583TfMx1kRfY-AlV-ylvxMBFrkrgdsHFQ3on6ckUuzbyIGI8IY7bmjthuYWjtbXIw6x4EDxhzBGWEz9ZDMpUrkSit4oTmTZ-UaWA_Q0Mj_sg_/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocXfe52n-cmmIEfp19KODm57lBGJGxXn583TfMx1kRfY-AlV-ylvxMBFrkrgdsHFQ3on6ckUuzbyIGI8IY7bmjthuYWjtbXIw6x4EDxhzBGWEz9ZDMpUrkSit4oTmTZ-UaWA_Q0Mj_sg_/s400/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175421309464722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7B1zV8J4FaBNuSVEsClotqPO0ZkcenNndhC0RLwBGmjDeo1MQHqfpZTBIF6bIorudgIHpnRuIPmjcz6f4s-HRVzKLpKQoc6PeCVaC5kct8EfVFZTt0_fn8QeaKnnW0cPtSFaUS3TUues/s1600/IMG_1018.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7B1zV8J4FaBNuSVEsClotqPO0ZkcenNndhC0RLwBGmjDeo1MQHqfpZTBIF6bIorudgIHpnRuIPmjcz6f4s-HRVzKLpKQoc6PeCVaC5kct8EfVFZTt0_fn8QeaKnnW0cPtSFaUS3TUues/s400/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175413820532322" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>For a few weeks I've been trying to convince Luthien to hand down her beloved fishy hat to you, since your head has grown out of the other one we have that has ear flaps (a must have here). She finally has started "letting" you wear it which we are all very happy about. Here you are in it, looking so much older to me!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINEReLeQWBboz6wlAQNEWE-2LpyOS5kwND5oiijZlr2jnAUW00H0z8sm0fK-wxhxyf7HEiTXd335vm-_CioLL8dT9ANXLkAo96kZ5I0ibDwPqr137rva-ToslD09M9YnYs5Bc-HUnyneE/s1600/IMG_1041.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINEReLeQWBboz6wlAQNEWE-2LpyOS5kwND5oiijZlr2jnAUW00H0z8sm0fK-wxhxyf7HEiTXd335vm-_CioLL8dT9ANXLkAo96kZ5I0ibDwPqr137rva-ToslD09M9YnYs5Bc-HUnyneE/s400/IMG_1041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548174942910193042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVD2rCJrM-1wjiCxFhJOXwxPGVRHPACFWBP7bRWmr9DyRhRpyF4qyUuAYlIGX3ATUUT1xioqUktHMZ4fXy3TYX8x56qZl9nQHXz0sWKH5AgtURs8bYNpwObkHVsofbHPNwTu5v0tqz4Zmv/s1600/IMG_1042.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVD2rCJrM-1wjiCxFhJOXwxPGVRHPACFWBP7bRWmr9DyRhRpyF4qyUuAYlIGX3ATUUT1xioqUktHMZ4fXy3TYX8x56qZl9nQHXz0sWKH5AgtURs8bYNpwObkHVsofbHPNwTu5v0tqz4Zmv/s400/IMG_1042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548174784300528050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9eJ6mAc7A1CJlc7qpPAGDdpIUGBpW-5GwD4vE60YuVKU6d66Y5bxfDFBbQhx9yF2MXSlYD3_6RWF9YSl6lu11XhYtl5vrgTjU7egSm3z5SUusSVMbFwT2gVmuwGAa2nhrNOF2fxhcZtU/s1600/IMG_1045.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9eJ6mAc7A1CJlc7qpPAGDdpIUGBpW-5GwD4vE60YuVKU6d66Y5bxfDFBbQhx9yF2MXSlYD3_6RWF9YSl6lu11XhYtl5vrgTjU7egSm3z5SUusSVMbFwT2gVmuwGAa2nhrNOF2fxhcZtU/s400/IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548174781035224082" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Mom's friend Kim lent you a bumbo chair which has been very helpful at the dinner table. The other day I let you have a few tastes of my raw milk- gasp!- and you went crazy for it.<br /><br />You are always so serious about taking the first few bites- and you always have to be in control of the spoon. We usually end up using two or three spoons each meal so you can always hold on to one and feel like you are feeding yourself. We just fill up a spoon and switch it out as you grab for the newest one. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here you are going for the milk, very serious (about everything, just like your Dad):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwYZ2IZFOr3k2BYMP_yJEqvillp-CC6TBL-42ZBu7eBJSDaeRHeo4O2byi19bSNpMBwh8nSx0bq4VYZl8Es3MFq_g78X45HaptMv7HHfNaK6wKLD6Q3uuN7mAzFP8xBKm1hf_JFLfB-TcM/s1600/IMG_1055.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwYZ2IZFOr3k2BYMP_yJEqvillp-CC6TBL-42ZBu7eBJSDaeRHeo4O2byi19bSNpMBwh8nSx0bq4VYZl8Es3MFq_g78X45HaptMv7HHfNaK6wKLD6Q3uuN7mAzFP8xBKm1hf_JFLfB-TcM/s400/IMG_1055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548174767675427714" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Thoroughly enjoying every taste...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ4tvEsY_4MxYBWUKqJsNSQQXWUxo7vQR8UAzDRujK75lyvbYCPGHTXfNtGa5WVZ-MB2_g1k_VSAPqHsUPE-tMg4wwugUZQHCT7mo74CFegkGJeYQFB_bz0P3IsYt_jTQAL5Sbl9BU5Nw8/s1600/IMG_1056.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ4tvEsY_4MxYBWUKqJsNSQQXWUxo7vQR8UAzDRujK75lyvbYCPGHTXfNtGa5WVZ-MB2_g1k_VSAPqHsUPE-tMg4wwugUZQHCT7mo74CFegkGJeYQFB_bz0P3IsYt_jTQAL5Sbl9BU5Nw8/s400/IMG_1056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548174753202940002" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Showing off maybe...?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKtb3E6ffTsRDJydDP9-t8Oy23WvJ7d-gq58ez_emVZaQchoJwe0HR08pxI6-YgGGgxK_x6ukEFepVSzkt2h-yttPHRIqsL8tMeEZ6Dcz-k1PC_gOiN1nfg3TDqZWJhiQftr5_P_NM9Oq/s1600/IMG_1057.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKtb3E6ffTsRDJydDP9-t8Oy23WvJ7d-gq58ez_emVZaQchoJwe0HR08pxI6-YgGGgxK_x6ukEFepVSzkt2h-yttPHRIqsL8tMeEZ6Dcz-k1PC_gOiN1nfg3TDqZWJhiQftr5_P_NM9Oq/s400/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548174180515833458" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>And finally, the drunk look after you've decided you're all done :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUp7qN-buJhMV1jfNhSG9AVy1ELN4-iD3aEKwxSLTztSOP6O7rohP_LhqjXKlidmYDpp1HvbiQx8RjAZpaUuok3v40487EyFO5ax3A_0-vIdLlQwS9wF8vHuL5LcOZPKZKsydvhKE1pjx/s1600/IMG_1053.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUp7qN-buJhMV1jfNhSG9AVy1ELN4-iD3aEKwxSLTztSOP6O7rohP_LhqjXKlidmYDpp1HvbiQx8RjAZpaUuok3v40487EyFO5ax3A_0-vIdLlQwS9wF8vHuL5LcOZPKZKsydvhKE1pjx/s400/IMG_1053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548174772528215602" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>I mentioned before that you have some very hip new outfits given by a friend. The moose jammies (above) are another favorite, as well as this one:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiH8KftRVBu7TzPmm2Gn67zXVoNMGJptYtQQJWXuEPvzrOUDgBggRZaXE5wzjZ2r7jX7sW5KLp-j1H_peW1LAMrBIBjnnd8VM-LHo6-h9yBFQ-FwppYCOu8AIY2EUgUFGKAvd38IyQpWZa/s1600/IMG_1061.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiH8KftRVBu7TzPmm2Gn67zXVoNMGJptYtQQJWXuEPvzrOUDgBggRZaXE5wzjZ2r7jX7sW5KLp-j1H_peW1LAMrBIBjnnd8VM-LHo6-h9yBFQ-FwppYCOu8AIY2EUgUFGKAvd38IyQpWZa/s400/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548174177078527202" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Dad took this hilarious picture. He knew I wouldn't like it because he purposely accentuated your elvish ears (that your mama gave you), but it's too great to leave out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAaHkuOt1b11K62GRD-XpZFrTQJ-FUWPADE8rT79MEBl5BK1ulrveWJ6U_YAXM_3MOtXRGr2trtVUTDjwc6emrI9w-lZ9HY182Q3N_tkuOsPKt5A4lQXdTd2LPg6kI7mSlEhiAJikcOzRW/s1600/IMG_1060.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAaHkuOt1b11K62GRD-XpZFrTQJ-FUWPADE8rT79MEBl5BK1ulrveWJ6U_YAXM_3MOtXRGr2trtVUTDjwc6emrI9w-lZ9HY182Q3N_tkuOsPKt5A4lQXdTd2LPg6kI7mSlEhiAJikcOzRW/s400/IMG_1060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548174170608509522" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>You have always loved the vaccum- you loved the sound as a baby, and now you are so interested in the look of it, the fact that it moves, the lights, as well as the sound. This is good for Mom because I am a somewhat obsessive vaccumer. I have lately been plopping you down while I do the job, and you get very serious (again) about following my every move. Below, you started out way back on the rug behind you, crawled under the little yellow table, and made it all the way to grab on to the cord all while doing the tummy scoot maneuver.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Vs-ceFmyL5aggA920riDtFPuZp-Vh7NfD-yDvcIFfnFuIFBoBCyEJ36xsHDbUMYnO42F0_nUliE5pLOQe9qYjkxo-xXUMxL4-8qXUm620xYRUcr3vahQ0d5LlWyHXDKr2QgZBnxPMu4o/s1600/IMG_1077.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Vs-ceFmyL5aggA920riDtFPuZp-Vh7NfD-yDvcIFfnFuIFBoBCyEJ36xsHDbUMYnO42F0_nUliE5pLOQe9qYjkxo-xXUMxL4-8qXUm620xYRUcr3vahQ0d5LlWyHXDKr2QgZBnxPMu4o/s400/IMG_1077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548174165199703362" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>And last but not least, one of your very favorite people. She can instantly change your mood from sad/mad to happy, overly excited, giggly- you name it. So sweet, I can't get enough of you two...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6arOvAIf8BkQxl7QJJAIzZvKT7_FK7tmbdnwXyf5peHkC4eH4pQtiDt7hMdbWTgs0zmQhXZvBl4eBPXuqa_LmnCAVkCQFRpc4ljqbH8gw4ndwZYzQqbU98bBYwRx1sjv7giEuGvsBtr2/s1600/IMG_1068.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6arOvAIf8BkQxl7QJJAIzZvKT7_FK7tmbdnwXyf5peHkC4eH4pQtiDt7hMdbWTgs0zmQhXZvBl4eBPXuqa_LmnCAVkCQFRpc4ljqbH8gw4ndwZYzQqbU98bBYwRx1sjv7giEuGvsBtr2/s400/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548174157995876946" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Love you my baby Bastian boy,</div><div>Mama</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-2729283101017736702010-11-16T21:27:00.001-08:002010-11-16T21:36:30.160-08:00New York TripBastian,<div>Here are a few pictures of you with two of your favorite Aunts while in Brooklyn for a little getaway with Mom/Luthien. Aunt Maria had a way of making you laugh that I had not seen before, and you cuddled with Aunt Shannon for the longest period of time before realizing you weren't with me. It was a fun trip and you were a good boy for most of the bus ride. You also LOVED the broccoli that Uncle Beau made, which was a first since you seem to prefer sweet things thus far.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTejtVgINxdFNksl_xZy_IsUKI-7_rgAAtdMh5vtfvSZRhgeb2fe0TQt-TTo1YM-VNLRgYs3mPn7MeGADUGyFxbpxrNcCQlpb_37aQvhB7fXzgP8Wjoz6S-gGdfIwceSx6EATkGo1C8Zjf/s1600/IMG_0900.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTejtVgINxdFNksl_xZy_IsUKI-7_rgAAtdMh5vtfvSZRhgeb2fe0TQt-TTo1YM-VNLRgYs3mPn7MeGADUGyFxbpxrNcCQlpb_37aQvhB7fXzgP8Wjoz6S-gGdfIwceSx6EATkGo1C8Zjf/s400/IMG_0900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540386862180501634" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jbSHw-6rAdTUVLkAU8yfPOJfkBH6tL2hK4bwzZI-D1GUViyPlqYyk-fATUIHKfl-lb19pZXBa-OgKKPaEqI2OBi7i1OPb-Hb-JD9Spt1SFGUm1C350pDgWclnptIgQO35YVCuUA-ntbG/s1600/IMG_0901.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jbSHw-6rAdTUVLkAU8yfPOJfkBH6tL2hK4bwzZI-D1GUViyPlqYyk-fATUIHKfl-lb19pZXBa-OgKKPaEqI2OBi7i1OPb-Hb-JD9Spt1SFGUm1C350pDgWclnptIgQO35YVCuUA-ntbG/s400/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540386561745712370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgOv5kooZ5YOZ4AvSrAWHhU7GBgWKHndlEm2rvowWbX2s07nhpSFJh6Ilrcpdw9jqc_KiLzojEU4sFMPHeU6A8REZc98bgQ-E9kviuhHas-50svXiDV68rzHhgsJa8fs9-R8fxC2VBk89/s1600/IMG_0903.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgOv5kooZ5YOZ4AvSrAWHhU7GBgWKHndlEm2rvowWbX2s07nhpSFJh6Ilrcpdw9jqc_KiLzojEU4sFMPHeU6A8REZc98bgQ-E9kviuhHas-50svXiDV68rzHhgsJa8fs9-R8fxC2VBk89/s400/IMG_0903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540386560437921042" /></a>Love,</div><div>Mom</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-91768860409297570772010-11-14T20:57:00.000-08:002010-11-14T21:21:15.127-08:00Geared UpHi Bastian,<div>I know I'm biased but you are getting cuter by the day. Your mood, however, has not been as pleasant, and for now I am blaming it on your teething. I try not to use this excuse because it seems like moms always say their babies are teething to account for crankiness, but I think it really is true this time. You have two little teeth now on the bottom and I think two more are about to break through soon! You say "ma ma" a lot right now, and if I wasn't a speech therapist I would think you were actually making the connection, but I'm pretty sure it's babbling at this point :) But you do seem to say it when you are sad and therefore want me, so even others have pointed out that you are saying it. Here are just a few pictures of some of your winter gear. </div><div><br /></div><div>A sweater knit by your Bobba and Nana. I'd say it definitely brings out the blue in your eyes...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwmcFCGJj1-5_aGBUhs-1zVSGtHWEvDvB08rAUsl2Udmuyr3Qbwyy1te5lAMkx1BdOwr8YWoC-_vxLHoEeOPY3n8f47f7Ev5R5YJm4wC-7wcfP5og2iZONBRGMnIGrGBDhudRjPGmcCd0/s1600/IMG_0865.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwmcFCGJj1-5_aGBUhs-1zVSGtHWEvDvB08rAUsl2Udmuyr3Qbwyy1te5lAMkx1BdOwr8YWoC-_vxLHoEeOPY3n8f47f7Ev5R5YJm4wC-7wcfP5og2iZONBRGMnIGrGBDhudRjPGmcCd0/s400/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539637430868202882" /></a>A new good friend of ours gave/lent us a bunch of cute baby boy winter clothes! I have decided to put you in pajama outfits because it is so cold, they are much easier than pants, they work better with cloth diapers, and most importantly they are cuter anyway!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLM8b7dZepzJcbo2mSh0SIx9wcyHz4iAiEIdbDlzXWTQCqkfT8T-jDBX4gY9pYFH9DmCLTlw_b4k6_cQkGG41ZzU_VGFjCAzjwK-tgGQgHl8kaVTGH8hu3CJ8LbbtLtQwDilh1TqmNFfS/s1600/IMG_0876.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLM8b7dZepzJcbo2mSh0SIx9wcyHz4iAiEIdbDlzXWTQCqkfT8T-jDBX4gY9pYFH9DmCLTlw_b4k6_cQkGG41ZzU_VGFjCAzjwK-tgGQgHl8kaVTGH8hu3CJ8LbbtLtQwDilh1TqmNFfS/s400/IMG_0876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539637421464806578" /></a>Your new vest, which I was really grateful for because getting things on your arms is impossible; you have always hated getting dressed. So at least this will keep your chest warm.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8prR8fSh4lUqcwSg-nv_oGN4lfCI_CFTWcRwP8byn_ar8WNUSZh5vZtPZ-nDw4gac1sAi9FPZQUxN0G6WZ63iJHmr0uhpWq5Xk8S_mKG3DDghjEXI7iAd2tWh9MGs7bReB_DlgL9rvxto/s1600/IMG_0885.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8prR8fSh4lUqcwSg-nv_oGN4lfCI_CFTWcRwP8byn_ar8WNUSZh5vZtPZ-nDw4gac1sAi9FPZQUxN0G6WZ63iJHmr0uhpWq5Xk8S_mKG3DDghjEXI7iAd2tWh9MGs7bReB_DlgL9rvxto/s400/IMG_0885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539637421866143666" /></a>We love the outfit as well:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGXKYRgPdh9L9AJges2C0w0BOUfUuPww_lWobkuaeClDkbXLa3q_r9xwFx8dX4q6chrSY4Mbpae29UNRbdsBeb9I-3ynA3Lroo7ZqQG6oPy45N5ZXoBVZbdc_ZizC6bRm46AFw_qYqMd1/s1600/IMG_0887.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGXKYRgPdh9L9AJges2C0w0BOUfUuPww_lWobkuaeClDkbXLa3q_r9xwFx8dX4q6chrSY4Mbpae29UNRbdsBeb9I-3ynA3Lroo7ZqQG6oPy45N5ZXoBVZbdc_ZizC6bRm46AFw_qYqMd1/s400/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539637417815961010" /></a>And one more, sorry I can't get enough of this vest! The little polar bear on the back is so cute because it's so simple!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEfZSCoZEB7ick27H_Nys-gdxDRmzznmWipGc4nBA_tXe4v3OdCKT8K9jy6K_xrOZWBI85yoUdfTPaezLCsEHyupWmrIqepfe29GgkQ8dEZaq7x3icqWIZQlB7TXY9DDr7xcI4BlMJglJ/s1600/IMG_0891.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEfZSCoZEB7ick27H_Nys-gdxDRmzznmWipGc4nBA_tXe4v3OdCKT8K9jy6K_xrOZWBI85yoUdfTPaezLCsEHyupWmrIqepfe29GgkQ8dEZaq7x3icqWIZQlB7TXY9DDr7xcI4BlMJglJ/s400/IMG_0891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539637413878881618" /></a></div><div>Oh, I also wanted to tell you that you are sitting up very well now, with very little support needed. We give you a couple solid food "meals" per day which you get excited about but I still don't think you're quite ready for. You really don't swallow any of it, it all comes back out the front. You still love to gnaw on whole foods though, so I'm going to try cutting up large chunks of more vegetables like sweet potatoes and squash.</div><div><br /></div><div>More of your new fashions to come...</div><div><br /></div><div>Love you!</div><div>Mama</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-62926412013567708972010-11-03T19:36:00.001-07:002010-11-05T20:56:05.274-07:00Dear ShannonThank You!!<div><br /></div><div>I love my guitar onesie! It fits me perfectly and I now have 4 long sleeve shirts I can wear in this 30 degree weather we are having (but honestly AZ friends/family- we don't mind it at all!).</div><div>Dad/Rome especially loves it and he approves of the colors, and he's a tough one to please :)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqb1giG1FRMcexMF5c0HEoPBQWA2e2vswiDfciBK6jLad4quxwobh84CD5rBVzEIGsNLC98BsHE-MzJd2j2qLkgxng80mqkGO3hDyKrgXhAk4qBZ8pGAnOhAa3eUrXBhHs81-5FrSa8Q_l/s1600/IMG_0855.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqb1giG1FRMcexMF5c0HEoPBQWA2e2vswiDfciBK6jLad4quxwobh84CD5rBVzEIGsNLC98BsHE-MzJd2j2qLkgxng80mqkGO3hDyKrgXhAk4qBZ8pGAnOhAa3eUrXBhHs81-5FrSa8Q_l/s320/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535518493465703442" /></a>Here I am rockin' out in it:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIC3k2-GzEY7FrQoXTnTrOlUjdq7CP2C6NGP9BXzQYPvcHwI-S7vCFFArpjEbFZfsrY4RwTlElNSSUMx4JCxIbqsgQReKgzTEkPcIJSlk99_VGIU3r307Bq-plecnfhLgPX76VjGQU6qZP/s1600/IMG_0856.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIC3k2-GzEY7FrQoXTnTrOlUjdq7CP2C6NGP9BXzQYPvcHwI-S7vCFFArpjEbFZfsrY4RwTlElNSSUMx4JCxIbqsgQReKgzTEkPcIJSlk99_VGIU3r307Bq-plecnfhLgPX76VjGQU6qZP/s320/IMG_0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535518487629837426" /></a><div><br />And here I look a little stunned but I wanted to show off my entire outfit:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIC3k2-GzEY7FrQoXTnTrOlUjdq7CP2C6NGP9BXzQYPvcHwI-S7vCFFArpjEbFZfsrY4RwTlElNSSUMx4JCxIbqsgQReKgzTEkPcIJSlk99_VGIU3r307Bq-plecnfhLgPX76VjGQU6qZP/s1600/IMG_0856.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xdrvOH8RAkQA6mgE62YXIXfBToIkxBbyqaopdkdYTuaBv7lOOFrsHiTnUG0wQVsnASAehL-MsCc7FQbJ9_xyNo9QhF739snm5KHtPfIBtZ5BKBrMkzbrmckJU9jBGSiYiiY7cZyqG26X/s1600/IMG_0858.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xdrvOH8RAkQA6mgE62YXIXfBToIkxBbyqaopdkdYTuaBv7lOOFrsHiTnUG0wQVsnASAehL-MsCc7FQbJ9_xyNo9QhF739snm5KHtPfIBtZ5BKBrMkzbrmckJU9jBGSiYiiY7cZyqG26X/s320/IMG_0858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535518481948432674" /></a><br /></div><div>Bastian: Mom's friend in Pittsburgh made and sent you this onesie, and as you can tell we all love it. Also, here is one more shot before bedtime, reading with Dad (yes, that's a lollipop your sister has...made of fruit if that makes it any better...!):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMakY88WpqtXKoFruDulxzi-bvmlJf412hM7qHt2H4xPqdIIcVGB-NLnCDBl8G0w41Hwh6xBFDMGzOTUgsjC44Uhw-fdMpTy67Fv5AYb9TM7BDPLLhvyUaiIJdQ5VuOAFToA5fZ41TtpO2/s1600/IMG_0851.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMakY88WpqtXKoFruDulxzi-bvmlJf412hM7qHt2H4xPqdIIcVGB-NLnCDBl8G0w41Hwh6xBFDMGzOTUgsjC44Uhw-fdMpTy67Fv5AYb9TM7BDPLLhvyUaiIJdQ5VuOAFToA5fZ41TtpO2/s320/IMG_0851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535518478096875138" /></a>Love you!</div><div>Mama</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-71922083361432900192010-11-01T04:26:00.000-07:002010-11-02T21:54:08.921-07:00Happy BirthdayBastian,<div>You are officially six months and I wanted to report a couple milestones that have occurred this week! Last night I felt/saw that your first tooth has broken through your bottom gums! Dad and I had just been discussing when this might occur- your sister got her first tooth in her third month so I was thankful you waited a bit (although you had been showing signs of teething since then also). </div><div>You also started scooting! You have always done well with "tummy time" and I often put you on your tummy while I'm doing chores, cooking, or playing with Luthien because you like to look up and talk to me while in this position. This past week I noticed you would end up in a totally different spot from where I put you to begin with. Two days ago I finally caught you in action. There were toys that you wanted to play with, so you pushed up using your tippy toes and pushed forward using your forearms and knees....unbelievable (I think, for 6 months)! There was never a period of time where you became frustrated by not being able to reach something in front of you- you just figured out how to do it and did it! You are my determined boy.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think there is another milestone that I may be missing, but I'll have to report it another day. You're probably going to wake up shortly so I should get some sleep!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here you are eating some butternut squash we had for dinner. It's hard to tell what you do and don't like yet, you seem to want everything and have the same expression every time:</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3BRTBtYA_m5cKG19m4YVNLJpeZc8Xx_kmUBR1I8AeJfABs-sAze2atILNhVLiTYStedR-AIZOTdHkDQBJTF7ner1nA_sOmVO-IwHt48DxOEpJBQqJJn71iT-uTg82NgHuOgUCuJJoTg5/s1600/IMG_0716.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3BRTBtYA_m5cKG19m4YVNLJpeZc8Xx_kmUBR1I8AeJfABs-sAze2atILNhVLiTYStedR-AIZOTdHkDQBJTF7ner1nA_sOmVO-IwHt48DxOEpJBQqJJn71iT-uTg82NgHuOgUCuJJoTg5/s320/IMG_0716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534542060925594898" /></a>Don't worry, you're not actually eating the tootsie roll, just chewing on the outside of it, because Luthien gave it to you :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-43CVoslMGq-qQy0lIUXjWISud8wqFYSXWe1_UwJeAOJTk-n7IXtjhsUKno-M1RSLKv7OacYbuuAJ0ItLocO8PsutNq9xj1ytzFhIxxyyYMpahcl7_QpA-dOtGljlqhHo6QhOqw0y7XQ/s1600/IMG_0794.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-43CVoslMGq-qQy0lIUXjWISud8wqFYSXWe1_UwJeAOJTk-n7IXtjhsUKno-M1RSLKv7OacYbuuAJ0ItLocO8PsutNq9xj1ytzFhIxxyyYMpahcl7_QpA-dOtGljlqhHo6QhOqw0y7XQ/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534541849712213362" /></a>Wildly excited by carving the pumpkin with Dad:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yV5YNUpu3BakMKBVzkacGcf7bvAb-MOeM5-lT928Klx5PkZbYJvh7sJFZ-__pb8AgRnnGcd3dWCeYnJzyDctWymcaEEFZM7zfrdkhVf_Vr1iZk9hY_sLaSsRSbaUTITfmnc27l93XvX1/s1600/IMG_0830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yV5YNUpu3BakMKBVzkacGcf7bvAb-MOeM5-lT928Klx5PkZbYJvh7sJFZ-__pb8AgRnnGcd3dWCeYnJzyDctWymcaEEFZM7zfrdkhVf_Vr1iZk9hY_sLaSsRSbaUTITfmnc27l93XvX1/s320/IMG_0830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534541844866153458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A6iMUIjxRuvrnmS18vrpRuiScluyu3izQiUg3rKyUHqQJnK09DphGFkLzdnSp_0dh5GwqB-d9hyphenhyphenmySBc71qZCWkw79-lMoeBh1rFMmpqP7KicT7rSydVmBNpsUpdiD2jl3BftKiLEx8F/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A6iMUIjxRuvrnmS18vrpRuiScluyu3izQiUg3rKyUHqQJnK09DphGFkLzdnSp_0dh5GwqB-d9hyphenhyphenmySBc71qZCWkw79-lMoeBh1rFMmpqP7KicT7rSydVmBNpsUpdiD2jl3BftKiLEx8F/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534541841292702562" /></a>The quick and simple end result:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwwjl7f7AfXjCA5A1BsmmjKMTx9COFIR18byfWcNj8LpHgSfWuj0bfJFUv5tnO8ANCKLYfIXXLW8hRgCHSAT0Zf7XGykGm8ndd6SWQTPPSX8n1cxpKHnONKdZ0ygQX8PAGPGWm_SnjU8S/s1600/IMG_0837.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwwjl7f7AfXjCA5A1BsmmjKMTx9COFIR18byfWcNj8LpHgSfWuj0bfJFUv5tnO8ANCKLYfIXXLW8hRgCHSAT0Zf7XGykGm8ndd6SWQTPPSX8n1cxpKHnONKdZ0ygQX8PAGPGWm_SnjU8S/s320/IMG_0837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534541839153955826" /></a>An example of your scooting here. You started out on the rug but ended up here!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmxIqWv-UzKNBEh9pDX86z8AO6_3nBW83KTSJAf_k9Liq_pbjk2yuz2htFetjvPxIT7SPxL5gqDbL5qo4d30elRBHga1K4ObdRNDNKWTPI80PLdomQ9hyphenhyphenlBlR77jnltjwm1iRooSWxx3K/s1600/IMG_0847.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmxIqWv-UzKNBEh9pDX86z8AO6_3nBW83KTSJAf_k9Liq_pbjk2yuz2htFetjvPxIT7SPxL5gqDbL5qo4d30elRBHga1K4ObdRNDNKWTPI80PLdomQ9hyphenhyphenlBlR77jnltjwm1iRooSWxx3K/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534541834528409730" /></a>I love you!</div><div>-Mom</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-63295929771151621382010-10-26T21:01:00.000-07:002010-10-26T21:17:18.175-07:00A few more, and a sneak peekHi Bastian,<div>Just wanted to add a few more pictures from our visit with Beau/Trisha and families. </div><div><br /></div><div>We couldn't get a good family shot at the farm that day but at least you look cute:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ms39hXadsWoF2IFOb9FqcCJpcRF5cWXOPauemvG7cbPRFfP9gvpBMoUik9AjqlbRBP1-eSLfgTikhrtWX8aJG6FUc6cResuu79sqAboIi1KAh58nsCSbbosJB11dW6PdzgRAPS4UaCxe/s1600/IMG_0673.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ms39hXadsWoF2IFOb9FqcCJpcRF5cWXOPauemvG7cbPRFfP9gvpBMoUik9AjqlbRBP1-eSLfgTikhrtWX8aJG6FUc6cResuu79sqAboIi1KAh58nsCSbbosJB11dW6PdzgRAPS4UaCxe/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532573581178212146" /></a>I love this picture of you and your Auntie Maria! She played with you for quite awhile that evening...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjV1HhPBTlelmNJadKiAQCpqq98XoGJDzo_O16PXkwdgOI53rsQAm8UthCeAaByT7ffTJU2N_vyXNQK5NkxW-tkxsYRclLalg2fH6Rc-OgddVTZO2kD2euutYVgYZpkjUYg9_G0C3bta9P/s1600/IMG_0679.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjV1HhPBTlelmNJadKiAQCpqq98XoGJDzo_O16PXkwdgOI53rsQAm8UthCeAaByT7ffTJU2N_vyXNQK5NkxW-tkxsYRclLalg2fH6Rc-OgddVTZO2kD2euutYVgYZpkjUYg9_G0C3bta9P/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532573575141229970" /></a>And here is just a shot so you can see some of our apartment. That's Uncle Tom holding Olivia and you're standing on my lap:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfxzIJ7k6MwyfuuQ12gnGfOSN3k6c37KB97o63mq9_ZhBxyASX2NjooAXX7yIgz9EqfhDI0yB5JiKYcQVpHz_N053Y6Q_KO3dYH4Lf5W_add-8k5c374792L3hkqPTfQAPuypWUsSh8LS/s1600/IMG_0692.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfxzIJ7k6MwyfuuQ12gnGfOSN3k6c37KB97o63mq9_ZhBxyASX2NjooAXX7yIgz9EqfhDI0yB5JiKYcQVpHz_N053Y6Q_KO3dYH4Lf5W_add-8k5c374792L3hkqPTfQAPuypWUsSh8LS/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532573570499143218" /></a><br /></div><div>And without further ado.....here is the sneak peek! Thanks Aunt Trisha and Aunt Shannon for my costume!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-oLfjlEEAYahXgxFw0lbO_3ptEpP8gXm7T0V8FL__ctxqAYT2SWIQiNCK2WAsOcokEmgiyjOsIwLBN3URBNmRFvERK2xdUc_8qhlHG0gEdaCwvutAosABIV95ePHMEhnAlldM_TJ1QhK/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-oLfjlEEAYahXgxFw0lbO_3ptEpP8gXm7T0V8FL__ctxqAYT2SWIQiNCK2WAsOcokEmgiyjOsIwLBN3URBNmRFvERK2xdUc_8qhlHG0gEdaCwvutAosABIV95ePHMEhnAlldM_TJ1QhK/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532573568232449474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiIGrMCxdIAotsOr0PJHtoF6qc1XjPWd2if0b_zYGs1R32zF7HmJTbXAo0vbyVX3-tC5gXQzWC4OwzIZo23XuYMZfLnXik7xUkuingr5sjQxjSBmBBv-hzbkPeZyb1-POeZYNQxegMrv0_/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiIGrMCxdIAotsOr0PJHtoF6qc1XjPWd2if0b_zYGs1R32zF7HmJTbXAo0vbyVX3-tC5gXQzWC4OwzIZo23XuYMZfLnXik7xUkuingr5sjQxjSBmBBv-hzbkPeZyb1-POeZYNQxegMrv0_/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532573558440137730" /></a>Love you!</div><div>Mama</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-82265890255253771672010-10-23T21:22:00.000-07:002010-10-23T21:44:03.341-07:00Fall Family FunBastian,<br />This past weekend your Uncle Beau/Aunt Maria/cousin Georges and Aunt Trisha/Uncle Tom/cousin Olivia came to visit from Brooklyn! We had such a great time eating delicious local seafood and playing out in the autumn air at a nearby farm. Everyone couldn't believe how good you were and asked if you ever cry... you sure do put on a good show :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdVvxF13JS5fxSdzPFWi5NLa4dU_Nir9TOdaYALdhkvGMAincba38KZzpmbY52Eetg9MjPYqr5Ok8ksRPFzEejlv1rWVX0o7dz32Xl37FBrolg2YdiSpnaWWr1-4BOfvqEmH3UyGYbEYN/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdVvxF13JS5fxSdzPFWi5NLa4dU_Nir9TOdaYALdhkvGMAincba38KZzpmbY52Eetg9MjPYqr5Ok8ksRPFzEejlv1rWVX0o7dz32Xl37FBrolg2YdiSpnaWWr1-4BOfvqEmH3UyGYbEYN/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531463739309468802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2kcdzQk2cs2q0gFrW94AFZkEEOZvUZrXzwSU4b8NR7P3Nifrhte4B4mfoVeZaOzS-5g2Cc4Z5uAkOk_JOCMGvTwT2HkpQWNz6dY4vgcrKjvnEBxCgqsOuG1V3uivnwG0F5FyTR4-bXyL/s1600/EASTCOASTkids.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2kcdzQk2cs2q0gFrW94AFZkEEOZvUZrXzwSU4b8NR7P3Nifrhte4B4mfoVeZaOzS-5g2Cc4Z5uAkOk_JOCMGvTwT2HkpQWNz6dY4vgcrKjvnEBxCgqsOuG1V3uivnwG0F5FyTR4-bXyL/s320/EASTCOASTkids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531463732139500866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhotz5vQBHvNq3VH2lQl9EkvOnCCMNbzKmUYtg40-8EdPk6pN6tC_IW8IUiyh1q6nSnhX99fPRjHUzTVkAmnZ0DUme-6ZNDqpWi0t5sHn1nS5KM2tMR063KL-0DJ61HuGfaFPrLaA9Tt7cE/s1600/BastianLivers1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhotz5vQBHvNq3VH2lQl9EkvOnCCMNbzKmUYtg40-8EdPk6pN6tC_IW8IUiyh1q6nSnhX99fPRjHUzTVkAmnZ0DUme-6ZNDqpWi0t5sHn1nS5KM2tMR063KL-0DJ61HuGfaFPrLaA9Tt7cE/s320/BastianLivers1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531463720433088578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGHA4rjyq-or6orrhBcohiWXnkj7HVGgGCntUjhi1rPZA9mU4xDw4_Fbpuf8a3NJXs_Y5hL9uikGrWg6oa41pa-pFlJDoBQJHaPPQaXwsZnxKm2irE-ZluN1Q_nia7g_-woEVWKYVO26Fm/s1600/BlueBastianpatch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGHA4rjyq-or6orrhBcohiWXnkj7HVGgGCntUjhi1rPZA9mU4xDw4_Fbpuf8a3NJXs_Y5hL9uikGrWg6oa41pa-pFlJDoBQJHaPPQaXwsZnxKm2irE-ZluN1Q_nia7g_-woEVWKYVO26Fm/s320/BlueBastianpatch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531463715897254082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Sn3frsYsgy3vaYMv6H-msQ56eo6lS3yxwzBMSsZeWj5xq7RCStMQ9Sl-H8Tl0Dv6aBaEZfXyyiXu-SJ7y0gU6S5jHWpgfPu5gTsF4_ndqs7OfVM1tbkAucrDBKGk4kh5y_0ObG94gf15/s1600/JESSBASTSUNSET.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Sn3frsYsgy3vaYMv6H-msQ56eo6lS3yxwzBMSsZeWj5xq7RCStMQ9Sl-H8Tl0Dv6aBaEZfXyyiXu-SJ7y0gU6S5jHWpgfPu5gTsF4_ndqs7OfVM1tbkAucrDBKGk4kh5y_0ObG94gf15/s320/JESSBASTSUNSET.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531463742483560418" /></a><div>I'm so in love!</div><div>-Mama</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-35296658600475174232010-10-23T20:37:00.000-07:002010-10-23T21:18:42.697-07:00Carrots and MilestonesDear Bastian,<div>You are just shy of 6 months and very interested in what we are eating. So, this past week I started giving you whole raw fruits and vegetables just to hold and gnaw on, which you love. You've always had an intense desire to grasp things, and you used to get really frustrated because you would drop whatever the object was fairly fast. But lately your fine motor coordination has improved so the frustration has decreased thankfully. Just yesterday I let you try our butternut squash and applesauce also, but you were more interested in grabbing at the spoon and getting it to your mouth than the actual food. I've decided this time around I'm not going to push the purees too much, and just let you experiment with whole foods for awhile.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5e199aqxZGy4zk1NQ5OnkrivXt94rX3FufJa9Fgk9IhaqYOfSICocnawAwk4AS0wcl5FkghqOOL_VkFC8m7JQC3ViFlJyyX4KdIHQI2ItAywmtVYulgngyCEnamdzyvJYfSYXz2RNIKOd/s1600/IMG_0573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5e199aqxZGy4zk1NQ5OnkrivXt94rX3FufJa9Fgk9IhaqYOfSICocnawAwk4AS0wcl5FkghqOOL_VkFC8m7JQC3ViFlJyyX4KdIHQI2ItAywmtVYulgngyCEnamdzyvJYfSYXz2RNIKOd/s320/IMG_0573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531454506439655938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijGUfY00yPr-HKybhPDbMlq__goVXFZlj0ca_izS4h9pkKC-MwSRHXy7yXe5DrBMZI3nAbtCqSkBYGvMsmJjl3bRy8L_-V6dObrEMPlXgf-EKVEQ1rT3vUS6C2ugHKozh5Zw7LD5t35VSF/s1600/IMG_0570.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijGUfY00yPr-HKybhPDbMlq__goVXFZlj0ca_izS4h9pkKC-MwSRHXy7yXe5DrBMZI3nAbtCqSkBYGvMsmJjl3bRy8L_-V6dObrEMPlXgf-EKVEQ1rT3vUS6C2ugHKozh5Zw7LD5t35VSF/s320/IMG_0570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531454505612513986" /></a>As you can see you have become very smiley in the past few weeks. Also you are very talkative! You are experimenting with alveolar consonant sounds such as in "da da" and "ta ta." You still use your bilabial consonants (/b/, /p/, /m/) but not as much, and you don't vary your vowels very often at this point.</div><div><br /></div><div>I really feel like this has been a real milestone week for you, in terms of your increased vocalizations, longer periods of contentedness when put down or with different people (Dad included), and general happiness. I would have added sleep to this list but as of last night you are back to old habits. I did have a week straight of waking up only one time during the night, which was nice! In that time, one evening you actually slept the WHOLE night- from 9:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. I could not believe it! Oh, and also concerning sleep, we moved you to your crib (in our room) this week. You weren't sleeping right up close to me anymore so not a whole lot changed with this transition.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, good night! </div><div>Love,</div><div>Mama </div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-13978690072339339022010-10-23T20:12:00.000-07:002010-10-26T21:00:53.282-07:00MiscellaneousDear Bastian,<div>Well, here are a few more pictures of recent happenings here in Massachusetts. You are 5 months old and getting cuter every day.</div><div><br /></div><div>First, a picture of our trip up to the Boston <a href="http://lds.org/temples/home/0,11273,1896-1,00.html">Temple</a>, where we attended a 10-year anniversary celebration. There is a church meetinghouse at the bottom of a hill where the festivities took place, and then you take a short hike up to the top, where the Temple is. It was gorgeous, although, a bit hard to enjoy because you and Luthien were having a rough day. Here you can see that mom had to carry both you and Luthien up the hill- you were already strapped on to me, and Luthien insisted on being carried by Mom only. Somewhere along the way you lost a sock, but we made it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8rlHQaJjAFkUb03B3lo717d5ySf-Wk70vFKfi4oaYuVQGdatxQsAXmQ_kqjTYlKtghwVfdMbXAPfQzP6pVj9AHVyNL-b0EFDGHOIwro6A0oq_Tdc4jeiFiV4l-og2B0yaU54xIIJgshWr/s1600/IMG_0503.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8rlHQaJjAFkUb03B3lo717d5ySf-Wk70vFKfi4oaYuVQGdatxQsAXmQ_kqjTYlKtghwVfdMbXAPfQzP6pVj9AHVyNL-b0EFDGHOIwro6A0oq_Tdc4jeiFiV4l-og2B0yaU54xIIJgshWr/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531446050262718146" /></a>After the Temple we went to the town of Cambridge, which we LOVED. I didn't get too many pictures but here you are all bundled up, ready to get in the car after our long adventure!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXwLYCudwNtM4a3gebVZI7iMKQTAk7rgspM-KOrE8UtxwGipE0EAkYcYSqRBA2qea5Yjl3xa9EAa0xp4Nlcob8A6tyTRmfXS67ZhNWtqOHNO4aNb7qtt9zrA5f0C-0ifeY2pAtWKQT5HJ/s1600/IMG_0540.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXwLYCudwNtM4a3gebVZI7iMKQTAk7rgspM-KOrE8UtxwGipE0EAkYcYSqRBA2qea5Yjl3xa9EAa0xp4Nlcob8A6tyTRmfXS67ZhNWtqOHNO4aNb7qtt9zrA5f0C-0ifeY2pAtWKQT5HJ/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531446043955906418" /></a>Below, modeling your new hat! I had no winter clothes for you, and you started to get a cold. You are doing much better now that I have some things to keep you warm in.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5X-IGN1swWErmVRRvtHpVKOetF7fjgIMo3YT_TSeh7RRpG96wIutvix_0StA4-1bpK8QAtuSIItKILAmQ7iTmcGEHzkD3ujBgzpkw1mT3NL0HoTuz7IlEkPRTsxlRfalb-py6mIenTXV/s1600/IMG_0544.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5X-IGN1swWErmVRRvtHpVKOetF7fjgIMo3YT_TSeh7RRpG96wIutvix_0StA4-1bpK8QAtuSIItKILAmQ7iTmcGEHzkD3ujBgzpkw1mT3NL0HoTuz7IlEkPRTsxlRfalb-py6mIenTXV/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531446033410624562" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMG3sQsV2O3KHErDH9gJcJtPcB-OuOgzuxb-ujA9oMVqiSVw_qYIh35dJqHYJXICtJxNYQe5MAJ1rnKJ5V1q0cppkG3R09nmLNmSeGAvzIo1RHnRrlBn8PXrRVtMMj5OmnHwIFiOFUoXv/s1600/IMG_0549.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMG3sQsV2O3KHErDH9gJcJtPcB-OuOgzuxb-ujA9oMVqiSVw_qYIh35dJqHYJXICtJxNYQe5MAJ1rnKJ5V1q0cppkG3R09nmLNmSeGAvzIo1RHnRrlBn8PXrRVtMMj5OmnHwIFiOFUoXv/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531446030155644850" /></a>And finally, I love this last picture because I caught you mid- spit-up. You love to be on your tummy with lots of stuffed animals to grab at and bury your face in. Luthien often gets jealous and joins and/or disrupts you in this process :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXo2E8nba4l0J4tnEcCwyujpnLlx_aEuBtC0-qeU6ge-1xsXeqXoFUjM1lCd2tQ-9pJNrUXf-j1q6Wpp1J1jzdB1iwh7qiQiiMWfdUepDaMx1B23WB5Re2FphIWoRb_sTcvF8xevwjH_3/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXo2E8nba4l0J4tnEcCwyujpnLlx_aEuBtC0-qeU6ge-1xsXeqXoFUjM1lCd2tQ-9pJNrUXf-j1q6Wpp1J1jzdB1iwh7qiQiiMWfdUepDaMx1B23WB5Re2FphIWoRb_sTcvF8xevwjH_3/s320/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531446024659322994" /></a>p.s. check out those original hard wood floors from the 1800's...gotta love the east coast :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Love you,</div><div>Mom</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-16223946913841025452010-10-21T21:27:00.000-07:002010-10-21T22:26:36.831-07:00New England BoyDearest Bastian,<div>So here we are. You are officially growing up as a New Englander, my son! I can finally say that we absolutely love it here in Massachusetts, and I think you do too! When we arrived in Rehoboth, Mass we were staying in the upstairs apartment of a very nice lady's home we met through church. If ever you got sad, we would just go outside and you would stare at the clouds and trees (yes, trees!) while I pushed Luthien on the swing:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggL6rmeT3tHw_rQYcQ52sCZEe9q2STmRCjyUWxPf93F8hTNkySOv3mVGEVOrpm2MjCmrwl6jJ9HHgo3Uxm15HoozBDCAxdhmpu3nw-SmUMlAuwiBZuOkPilR5GjH4_2HFpL0gX4yhBjNp2/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggL6rmeT3tHw_rQYcQ52sCZEe9q2STmRCjyUWxPf93F8hTNkySOv3mVGEVOrpm2MjCmrwl6jJ9HHgo3Uxm15HoozBDCAxdhmpu3nw-SmUMlAuwiBZuOkPilR5GjH4_2HFpL0gX4yhBjNp2/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530722942198766082" /></a>We finally got our own apartment in the "city" of New Bedford, where you found comfort in the pillows from our old house:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBjmdTtsSpT8RcrvngVPs88c4xT9zXTvLuInSMrwMpUCx7xqS_RdPXUzIUETKyiUBhs-vydPqWdFivBnk-DodYCVLc9Tj-RPZ_OTeKB-9ZBhh1n4bRxzgPw95wy8EJCCPDgeEn1ikIHy27/s1600/IMG_0405.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBjmdTtsSpT8RcrvngVPs88c4xT9zXTvLuInSMrwMpUCx7xqS_RdPXUzIUETKyiUBhs-vydPqWdFivBnk-DodYCVLc9Tj-RPZ_OTeKB-9ZBhh1n4bRxzgPw95wy8EJCCPDgeEn1ikIHy27/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530722944364763970" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKNQepG5fzqMdwFaRayHBBE5DrsiidUSRBzfi-dyJPdlJFxvO-bnyaFFvAIu2E7yqCp-6Hotpsq1_u2ziKpu4EtBG6FkB8Yk8sgq5LU3IjsE-qIcNRpTASg-MR20G4_6zBIh6sAzBXV8m/s1600/IMG_0408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKNQepG5fzqMdwFaRayHBBE5DrsiidUSRBzfi-dyJPdlJFxvO-bnyaFFvAIu2E7yqCp-6Hotpsq1_u2ziKpu4EtBG6FkB8Yk8sgq5LU3IjsE-qIcNRpTASg-MR20G4_6zBIh6sAzBXV8m/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530722951781076690" /></a><div>And here you are, finally getting to enjoy some time with Dad. It makes Mom so happy that you and he are getting a chance to bond these days!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHp-2PcJ1XoLskRCx2xVQ9baDt28hxgUtOgt9qa27mhUaiKHc0WRMpl3sJdTJi7lx4lo-U4_IyVSFnzQERz9mFLy588odoWI59LMVstBkFaD1jtde25SC-CJu5It6UIQJ-4MYvtCWcN5iW/s1600/IMG_0430.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHp-2PcJ1XoLskRCx2xVQ9baDt28hxgUtOgt9qa27mhUaiKHc0WRMpl3sJdTJi7lx4lo-U4_IyVSFnzQERz9mFLy588odoWI59LMVstBkFaD1jtde25SC-CJu5It6UIQJ-4MYvtCWcN5iW/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530722960538737570" /></a>You have always liked to be held upright, and would get sad and fussy whenever we set you down...turns out you just wanted to be in the standing position also! We got you this walker and you LOVED it! The novelty has worn off a bit, but you still will hang out in it for quite awhile, giving mom a chance to do a chore or prepare food, or even eat without having to hold you every time :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_vSH8xZ3NGb2QfMKBQ2mblMdjFEQYFQC08RVcELzYnXGTjdaQB3ZyTffvCl7yl5nhZKguMffexVz6uewdj8fjASqw-GgR7_1UgD0R4pZiqtO9CaZgH06cRMc1jud3QtJkzpIduWKoEC1/s1600/IMG_0423.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_vSH8xZ3NGb2QfMKBQ2mblMdjFEQYFQC08RVcELzYnXGTjdaQB3ZyTffvCl7yl5nhZKguMffexVz6uewdj8fjASqw-GgR7_1UgD0R4pZiqtO9CaZgH06cRMc1jud3QtJkzpIduWKoEC1/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530722957138608610" /></a>Next...a new friend! Mom met Kim at church and we have gotten along great! Here you are playing with her daughter Lucy at her house. Lucy is only a couple days younger than you! You two are so cute together because you are going through the exact same stages and your demeanors seem to be a lot alike!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjwVs_gG4IRZSfOk5pdTtLVtTi7rqxpL6-BCQ8EqURsZHDSdtDSkekPI83H3c5XmbYcI0NMK_a6xjo2kqEEQJwEKuqP8IWpjJ27PQEv9iOlgngL1jfQvBjCkoK-SUZ6p16VDQsTwT1G1u/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjwVs_gG4IRZSfOk5pdTtLVtTi7rqxpL6-BCQ8EqURsZHDSdtDSkekPI83H3c5XmbYcI0NMK_a6xjo2kqEEQJwEKuqP8IWpjJ27PQEv9iOlgngL1jfQvBjCkoK-SUZ6p16VDQsTwT1G1u/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530727685788086882" /></a>And finally, a shot of our messy apartment that only just now has become more orderly, and you, sitting in your favorite seat, listening intently to your Daddy play guitar. Luthien liked listening to Dad play at this age but not nearly as much as you. I have mentioned that you are very aware of your senses- this is the case with music, and especially your Dad playing live. Love your expression here:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtJR4iPxuTK_v0QQnMAJRaKa56ZXBJbNs97VXpjVMaDhdi1Zbrn8TML_Rpn6HIzJRC0MaePAD21Ynw3g8bjZTQg6Y7hRNfGLyt5-wT9Q2BBS6RqMhCcauWWm4L92tsOZCA3l58TrE4MMF/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtJR4iPxuTK_v0QQnMAJRaKa56ZXBJbNs97VXpjVMaDhdi1Zbrn8TML_Rpn6HIzJRC0MaePAD21Ynw3g8bjZTQg6Y7hRNfGLyt5-wT9Q2BBS6RqMhCcauWWm4L92tsOZCA3l58TrE4MMF/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530727685424753058" /></a>Still more to share, but perhaps I will save it for another night, so I can get some much needed rest!<div>Love,</div><div>Mom</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-24809593192047068422010-10-21T20:54:00.000-07:002010-10-21T21:26:06.952-07:00Looking BackDear Bastian,<div>I have neglected writing to you in a big way, I'm so sorry! First, here are some pictures from before we left for the East Coast. You have been growing so fast- you are somewhere in your third month here:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6QMcwNLqIILc1MIkNJWs0pIZ0RcI69aj0uXGSM_oG9T8aZ4bSGiLDPMYRTBIWKhWR_g-1Um6odVnvVpI4uBaKj5HzXMXZtc_rI6VoL92uldRmqTs-mS2xRdcbwqJmjInqwalGqZ7ZIVL/s1600/IMG_0307.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6QMcwNLqIILc1MIkNJWs0pIZ0RcI69aj0uXGSM_oG9T8aZ4bSGiLDPMYRTBIWKhWR_g-1Um6odVnvVpI4uBaKj5HzXMXZtc_rI6VoL92uldRmqTs-mS2xRdcbwqJmjInqwalGqZ7ZIVL/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530715646344374258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkTA41V2VACc0GjkoGCstyVBZgvwQnNSJBzNq33Epj8jWEntaXsXsdTPg0Y73mmysqZQle6qhTA8C3WJWbxPG_1N3wqH3XhuoYAmnRE5upf86luz4WR8Ib3FVgQdZw0uHX1YuDxt4lU3D2/s1600/IMG_0297.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkTA41V2VACc0GjkoGCstyVBZgvwQnNSJBzNq33Epj8jWEntaXsXsdTPg0Y73mmysqZQle6qhTA8C3WJWbxPG_1N3wqH3XhuoYAmnRE5upf86luz4WR8Ib3FVgQdZw0uHX1YuDxt4lU3D2/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530715635235606002" /></a>Only when I look at these pictures do I notice how blond you have become! You are still holding on to some of your ginger-ness though :) <div><br /></div><div>And here are some pictures with a few of your baby friends during final goodbye playdates (you had just turned 4 months old:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagiAFkQlzFdRJEZyuY25iIFgkLlTxquGvslJYgHOLD3JxbCcT6jAzrbMbLqf_eg0YrXtIo1qjoSAK4_vciX2pOaLj5SLfIl2ZJN-7ldCIUuVnM5w0kCXap10ibxBu6r2igH8dz09fdEv0/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagiAFkQlzFdRJEZyuY25iIFgkLlTxquGvslJYgHOLD3JxbCcT6jAzrbMbLqf_eg0YrXtIo1qjoSAK4_vciX2pOaLj5SLfIl2ZJN-7ldCIUuVnM5w0kCXap10ibxBu6r2igH8dz09fdEv0/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530717874625032930" /></a>First with your friend Jayden, who is exactly one month younger than you. Note your soaked onesie- I think I have mentioned before that you spit up A LOT. I stopped changing your clothes so often because it was to no avail.<div><br /></div><div>And below you are with baby Everett (Beckam's brother/Emily's son), who is almost exactly one month older than you! You always get the same blank expression as soon as the camera light flashes, even if you had previously been smiling. Oh well...</div><div><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYH7Nw7m3klkyTFdPiIPMNf2WDMy9B36QLonlEHjZ8pKnoRuv19flkwbK0VGTSsgL4i_ShSKcxgAaZJa1UQcpaMGqQQScsUiFKS7KwUw_4RpYEQgMLyBcbxbAhR167jNwYB6ktNEp1eBCs/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYH7Nw7m3klkyTFdPiIPMNf2WDMy9B36QLonlEHjZ8pKnoRuv19flkwbK0VGTSsgL4i_ShSKcxgAaZJa1UQcpaMGqQQScsUiFKS7KwUw_4RpYEQgMLyBcbxbAhR167jNwYB6ktNEp1eBCs/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530717878556396418" /></a><br /></div><div>You started to get sad here, but I want to show your identical onesies. You are so long, your onesies always pull at the neck:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZUJDfguGiAVf1dISuSlBSYiAy0cVHiPk6cFmg6nuFpioLQJNWv11eiWn-PzPqnZdUf36SM5yDcoQZ1dPcr5zzVmuSTUG_azyLIQoMGV_Cjh-IAkYqOBIgYk1GtwMGmU9BygmQJzwFcxq/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZUJDfguGiAVf1dISuSlBSYiAy0cVHiPk6cFmg6nuFpioLQJNWv11eiWn-PzPqnZdUf36SM5yDcoQZ1dPcr5zzVmuSTUG_azyLIQoMGV_Cjh-IAkYqOBIgYk1GtwMGmU9BygmQJzwFcxq/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530717883876920882" /></a><br /><div>And lastly, here you are saying goodbye to Uncle Kade and Aunt Carlie. I am sad you won't get to know them more, your sister loves playing with them!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pH1PeyD_LZ89V98sVwHqDYY31F_W79Lxl-X_dTBw6zSxWsS4ApZ2LgFMMWcMXCOjiHKyK7AveIckkff9Mb7ZNRzXbXpoyi07VlVtFgmxmAExuEDBT7-e5LlTTYEnhx2DexHhG2C3M94Z/s1600/IMG_0318.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pH1PeyD_LZ89V98sVwHqDYY31F_W79Lxl-X_dTBw6zSxWsS4ApZ2LgFMMWcMXCOjiHKyK7AveIckkff9Mb7ZNRzXbXpoyi07VlVtFgmxmAExuEDBT7-e5LlTTYEnhx2DexHhG2C3M94Z/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530717888148246370" /></a></div><div>More to come! I have decided to keep things short and sweet for you- if you want to read more of the juicy details you may take a look at your sister's journal. This is unlike me but I am going to go with the gender stereotype that boys aren't as interested in all of those details...</div><div><br /></div><div>Love you my Bastian boy,</div><div>Mama</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-25896948828831458502010-08-30T22:42:00.000-07:002010-08-30T22:55:01.834-07:00DotmouthBastian, I keep wondering, since we are moving you at such a young age, are you going to inherit the Massachusetts dialect?! It is highly likely, and will drive your dad nuts if so! I guess I'll have to homeschool you :)<br /><br />I apologize for ignoring you with the pictures, time has been so limited lately. I hope to get some good ones once we get settled.<br /><br />Your sleeping habits are always changing. Now you are going to sleep earlier but waking a lot more during the night. Some days you'll have a really long nap or two, and others (like today) you will nap for 20 minutes at a time. Eeek!<br /><br />You are eating A LOT lately and spitting up a bit less. You are rolling more and more, and on the verge of giggling. I am so curious to hear what your laugh sounds like, since Luthien's is so distinct, and has been since she was a baby.<br /><br />Sometimes I think you may be adding a consonant bilabial sound (/b/ or /m/) in front of your vowel sounds, but I'm still not quite sure.<br /><br />Without further ado:<br />At 3 months, with baby Everett, who is one month older than you<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazzYpbT1h13R3vXfoyVT8hN-OIkBEcEgFu8vdoZ3xM4ifByKu_QWl3C6otfslFoeDsM_IA-M-9KqyNVETidq8T2zDTew7dXnxODDUTIAbs8-7KoRJX3JRdH4n2e9yv4rPMhVNBQO_3301/s1600/IMG_withRett.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511447215070690386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazzYpbT1h13R3vXfoyVT8hN-OIkBEcEgFu8vdoZ3xM4ifByKu_QWl3C6otfslFoeDsM_IA-M-9KqyNVETidq8T2zDTew7dXnxODDUTIAbs8-7KoRJX3JRdH4n2e9yv4rPMhVNBQO_3301/s400/IMG_withRett.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And at almost 4 months, with your big sis:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsfmnbkCaohd6bjO3LH-rDloXepe2Y3W-vFTbIXSokKV5ss8JjqfEOmzo0k8Sq_M_fohR4tdXRjYAhH3YOuS2UrYMQCju-3xq-iLNwFTFtgJUoxfKz7KKXzfxoIvUuH-vPuNcjrYEq55L/s1600/IMG_laying.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511447206420760658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsfmnbkCaohd6bjO3LH-rDloXepe2Y3W-vFTbIXSokKV5ss8JjqfEOmzo0k8Sq_M_fohR4tdXRjYAhH3YOuS2UrYMQCju-3xq-iLNwFTFtgJUoxfKz7KKXzfxoIvUuH-vPuNcjrYEq55L/s400/IMG_laying.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Still in love.<br /><br />-MamaJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-71607914247842524372010-08-15T23:57:00.000-07:002010-08-16T19:09:52.193-07:00Baby Bastian BoyOkay I just can't get over that. Luthien just can't get enough of you these days, and she can't just call you Bastian. It's only "baby Bastian boy." Except when you are nursing, then she's not so fond of you.<br /><br />Finally went to get you checked out at the doctor today, and no surprise you were doing just fine. Here are the stats:<br /><br />Length: 24.6, 55th percentile<br />Weight: 13 lbs 15 oz, 50th percentile<br />Head Circumference: 41.2, 45th percentile<br /><br />Your percentile scores and even your weight really surprised me, but then I reminded myself how bad percentile rankings are. You feel enormous to me, and even if I were being a wimp, almost everyone comments on how long you are. Oh well, either way, you are perfect to me!!<br /><br />You had a couple days where your reflux issue was very out of control and a little scary, but we are good again now.<br /><br />I need to also tell you that you hate your carseat. No, I mean HATE your carseat. I thought Luthien was bad when she was a baby, but this is bad.<br /><br />You are very smiley and becoming very verbal just like your sister was. You are experimenting with all kinds of vowel sounds, and love when we echo them back. Whenever we go anywhere people always say what a perfect baby you seem to be. I told myself I will never tell anyone that. You <em>are</em> good Bastian, and definitely easier than Luthien, but not that good :) I guess the only problem we have is that you can't be sat down anywhere for very long, we always have to be holding you. As long as we are holding you you are happy. Totally understandable for a baby, I know, but difficult when we have so much going on, and when there's another sibling involved. Wraps/slings only go so far. But of course I continue to hold you- I love it, and it's our job as parents.<br /><br />You are rolling! You don't do it all the time, but it has happened enough now that I can say it officially. Every so often we would walk in during a nap and you'd be on your back after we'd put you to sleep on your tummy. But it's happened more often, and, unfortunately the other day it resulted in you falling off the bed :( You were fine, but it goes to show how far/much you can roll, because you were in the middle of the queen sized bed to begin with!<br /><br />We love you Bastian boy, I can't wait to show you pictures of how you've grown!<br /><br />-MamaJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122874175521553446.post-30972066146712021822010-08-04T01:03:00.000-07:002010-08-04T01:17:56.186-07:00Big BoyHi Bastian,<br />I wish I had pictures to show you. I promise to show you soon since we are getting ready to move and I don't really have a way to get them on the computer right now. You are so big and so strong!! Such a difference from Luthien, my petite girl. We haven't taken you to the doctor since you were two weeks old, but according to our scale at home you weigh close to 15 pounds!! Just for the comparison, Luthien weighed 16 lbs when she was a year old :)<br /><br />You smile and coo a lot. I think you are a bit more smiley than Luthien at this age, probably because you have more periods of contentedness. Dad's cousin Chelsea sent you a little Duckie toy which is your absolute favorite. Speaking of dad, we think you are a lot like him, especially personality-wise (yikes!). You are incredibly observant and very sensitive to your environment. Loud noises make you quickly scream, while your mama's face makes you squeal with delight. Bath water you love, while the cold air you despise.<br /><br />Bastian, you have stolen my heart. Every day I am surprised by how totally in love with you I am. Maybe it is because my perspective as a mother has changed now that I'm not working, maybe it is because you are my second child, and/or maybe it is because you are a boy, but whatever it is, it makes me very, very happy.<br /><br />Oh, before I forget- something that doesn't make me happy is your sleeping schedule. You are a night owl just like your dad. This wouldn't really be a problem if your sister didn't wake up at 6:30 a.m. sharp. But because she does, can you please <em>try</em> to get to bed before midnight one of these days?! You have a few times throughout the day/night where you will sleep about a four hour stretch, but it is not consistent yet. So yes, you've got that right- Mom goes to sleep around 12:30 after you go down, then I wake up to nurse you around 4, then wake up at 6:30 with Luthien. Proof that I love you as much as I have said...<br /><br />Goodnight my sweet boy,<br />MamaJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16033603744317235984noreply@blogger.com1