Friday, March 27, 2009

The Best Craigslist Find (so far)

Ever since he spent nearly an entire playgroup hour sitting in his friend Kaitlyn's monogrammed pink one, I've been thinking that Bear needed a chair of his own. All the ones that I've found in stores and online, however, cost way more than I'm willing to spend on a piece of furniture that is probably going to end up stained by who-knows-what. And the ones I can afford are laden with character logos and pictures, which is something I just don't like. I was looking on Craigslist the other day and found the best little chair for Bear for only $20!! I was so excited and I contacted the seller and offered to buy it the next day. Max went and picked it up last night and Bear took right to it.

I think he might like it. What do you think?



Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Buddies

I had the pleasure of watching Kaitlyn this morning and she and Bear had great fun together. They did not, however, like it when I left them locked in the playroom to go fix them a snack. Check out Bear's super-sad face and Kaitlyn's tear-stained face!


They looked at each other as if to say "Is she for real? Does she think raisins and goldfish crackers is going to fix this?"


They got over it, though. I knew snacks would save the day.

Fourteen months

My baby is 14 months old already! Sometimes I cannot believe what a big boy he is getting to be. We've decided that his official first words have been said--"Mama" and "Dada". They were both said on the same day and used in the correct context! He woke up super early a few days ago, so I put him in bed between us. Sometimes this does the trick and he'll go back to sleep, but not this time! He first crawled over to Max and yelled "DADA!". When Max didn't respond much, he moved over to me and yelled "MAMA!". I woke up immediately, both because I realized that he used the words correctly and because I just knew I was going to have to get up for the day with him. Of course, he still just says "MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA" sometimes when he's in his carseat and no one's paying any attention to him. Oh well, he'll get it!

Here are a few of my favorite pictures from a couple days ago when he actually turned 14 months old:

Classic Bear, hamming it up for the camera:


Relaxing during his photo shoot--I love the crossed legs:


We moved his slide outside now that it seems warm enough to keep it out there. Sadly, Bear has some sort of allergy and now has a rash all over his arms, legs and feet. :( I guess there will be no more crawling through the yard. You're welcome, makers of Benadryl.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Oh my gosh, I have a BOY!

We decided to get Bear another haircut. Apparently his hair grows rather quickly and he was already starting to look a little shaggy. This was a REAL haircut, with the clippers being used and everything! Bear was a good boy again--he just sat in the chair and watched the lady cut his hair. Of course, it probably helped that she gave him a toy boat to play with while she was working. Anyhow, Bear really looks like a little BOY now and not a baby. Sad, but good at the same time.

I love this picture of both of my boys:

Monday, March 9, 2009

My little nester

We recently sold our over-sized coffee table and end table to make room for something a little smaller. We haven't found just the right piece yet, so there is a lot of space for Bear to play on our living room floor right now. He makes great use of the space, zooming past us while pushing his little grocery cart or his walker truck. The other day, though, I came upon him making a little nest for himself out of his blanket (this is the blanket that he insists upon sleeping with). He proceeded to curl up and read his books for a little bit and I managed to get some pictures of him.





Saturday, March 7, 2009

On guard!

A few weeks ago, Bear and I attended a lunch at a fellow MOMS club member's house. That mom has two sons, ages 2 and 4. Those boys have so many toys that are BOY oriented (weapons, ninjas, etc.) that it makes me realize that I don't know what I'm in for! Anyhow, one of the toys that kept appearing over the couple of hours that we were there were these long foam swords. I think there were two of them, but every time Bear got anywhere near them, he'd start chewing on them! I kept putting them up high so he wouldn't ruin them, but they kept reappearing...probably due to someone's child who thought they were fun! I put them away no less than five times and thought I got them away from Bear before he did any damage.

Fast forward to a week or so later, when Bear and I attended a MOMS club board meeting. The mom who held the lunch is also on the board and somehow the conversation came to involve the success of the lunch. Someone asked her if her house took a long time to clean after all those kids were there, and she replied with something like Well, it wasn't too bad, actually! The only thing that even got broken were these foam swords that my boys have. Well, not broken...but bitten! They had little bites taken out of each end! I chimed in and said UH OH! I think I know who did that!! I offered to pay for them and she reassured me they were only from the dollar store and that it was no big deal.

Fast forward to another week or so later, when Max, Bear and I went to Target together. I asked Max to play with Bear in the dollar area in the front of the store while I visited the restroom. He complied and when I came out of the restroom, I walked into the dollar area to look around. I can always find junk in there that I need! I was perusing all the plastic dishes and baby socks when I came upon a bin of those damn foam swords! I thought, Oh good, they really did only cost a dollar! That mom wasn't lying to me to make me feel better! I relayed the story from the above two paragraphs to Max, thinking he'd be mildly amused, but he just nodded and started walking away to a different area of the store. I was thinking What's his problem? My stories aren't interesting enough? But when we got about halfway through the store, he shared the real story with me. He had shown Bear those foam swords while I was in the restroom, and the first thing Bear did was take a big hunk out of one with his teeth. Max buried it in the bottom of the bin and was trying to leave the scene before anyone realized what he had done! Yeah. I don't think a foam sword is anywhere in Bear's near future!