Friday, July 22, 2011

Killian and the Absurd

Maybe it's the age, or maybe it's the fact that he's my son, but Killian is starting to love the absurd. I know these stories are only ridiculously amusing to me, but if I don't write them down, they'll be forgotten forever, so here it is.

His favorite book for months now has been Wacky Wednesday (which he now pronounces impeccably by the way and which was also my favorite Dr. Seuss book as a kid!). The plot is a kid walks around town one Wednesday and everything is awry (a shoe on the wall, a green sun, etc). So in real life, when something is awry, he says, "that's wacky!"

Recently he is starting to play little jokes on me and is getting pretty good about saying the wrong or wacky answer with a pretty straight face. The first few times, I thought, "Wait, is he just confused? Or is he messing with me?" Then I realized he was messing with me. (I am so happy he's hit the developmental milestone of messing with me!)


One night I was telling him a "Papou story." (I am incredibly uncreative, so when I first started telling him bedtime stories a few months ago, they all began the same. "One day Killian went to Papou's house..." He then began requesting "Papou stories." In most stories there is some sort of encounter with an animal. Because I am very uncreative, I usually just ask him "What animal do you want in this Papou story?")

So this night he asks for a hyena in his story. We get to the point in the story where he hears a "HAHAHAHAHAHA" coming from the bush. I said, "who was it, Killian?" Without skipping a beat, he says, A FROGGIE!  I say, "A froggie says 'HAHAHAHAHAHA?" thinking he'll correct himself. And he says, "N-. YES! FROGGIE SAYS HAHAHAHAHA!"*


"Who is my sweet little boy?"


"Oh I thought you're name was Killian?"



Pointing to a building he knows is *not* the Duke Building, yelling DUKE BUILDING!!!!  - just to get a rise out of me.

Thank you, Killian.

*Oh yes. He is talking in sentences now. The first complete sentence Mike ever heard him say was: BABY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? 
The first sentence I ever heard was: REBECCA IS COMING OVER!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Mick at 4 Months

This picture sums up Mick at 4 months. Hands clasped, happy, smiley, and looking so cute you just want to kiss him. A few people have commented to me recently how 4-months is their favorite baby age because of how sweet and agreeable most babies are at this age.

He is growing fast! All of a sudden, he outgrew all of his 3-month sized “feetsie" outfits. Update: We just came back from Mick's 4-month check-up. He is at 80% height; 90% weight. But while we were there, he decided to show off! He rolled over from his back to his belly for the first time. Go Mick!

I also should add that he is a little pole vaulter. I now understand why they say "never leave a baby unattended in a bouncy seat." Because he will JUMP out of it. I kid you not. When he is in a bouncy seat, he kicks with enough force to kick himself straight out of the seat; his body looks just like a pole vaulter's when they cross over the pole (knees bent, back arched).

This week Mick started daycare. He seems to enjoy having extra faces (babies and ladies) to look at during the day. He’s the youngest in the class, which I like. Most of the other babies are about 2-3 months older than him, so I think that will be fun for him once they all start crawling and getting real mobile.

He loves little stuffed animals and plush toys he can hold and suck on, like this little cookie monster.

Just like as we used to keep Killian company while he did tummy time, Killian likes to do “tummy time” with Mick too.

This picture is to demonstrate Mick likes doing tummy time if there are interesting things to look out (especially mirrors!) and that he has awesome sideburns.

He loves being outdoors, even if it's hot. I love those rosy cheeks.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Update: Killian's first week in the "Two's Room"

Killian's first week in the Two's Room went really well. In the Toddler Room, I was afraid that Killian had become somewhat of a class bully. He was the oldest and biggest kid at the time and he was developing a bad habit of taking toys away from the little toddlers.

On his first day in the Two's Room, his teacher said that he tried taking a toy from one of his two-year old friends. Except this time his friend said, "No! No! I don't like it!" and "then Killian ran away." I love it! I knew that wouldn't fly with the older kids! I love how they encourage the kids to stand up for themselves.

Monday, July 11, 2011


Someone asked me if I was still going to write monthly “birthday” posts  for Killian now that he is two. “What,” I asked, “is posting ‘Happy 25th month birthday!’ obnoxious, really?”  

Well, apparently it is. So I will just continue to post an “update” on Killian around the 12th of each month.  :P

So what’s new with two-year old Killian? Lots of new words, phrases, and concepts. I’ve caught him thinking outside of the box and doing some creative problem solving. When I give him choices, he often comes up with an answer that was not one of the options.

“Which waterbottle do you want, Killian, blue or gray?”  
About a month ago I realized he was answering “how was your day at school”-type questions. He will describe what he did at school today in a few words.
MUSIC! Nods head. FUN, he says matter-of-factly.
Killian’s been working on his manners this month. “Please,” “thanks,” and not walking up to someone, grabbing something out of their hands while saying TAKE IT. Instead his nicer alternative is sweetly saying SHARING? as he removes the object from your hands.

He is transitioning to the “Two’s Room” at school this week and I think he’ll love it there. They will focus more on self-help skills, such as taking on and off clothes by themselves and serving their own food. The teachers also speak a little Spanish. Killian thinks Spanish is a little funny sometimes. His favorite phrase is ME GUSTA and NO ME GUSTA!

We waited until the day before he began transitioning to the Two's Room to have a little birthday celebration for him. (He was delayed transitioning a month because they didn't have space for him in the room yet.) I thought the impromptu "birthday party" might help with the association of turning two and moving to the new room. My mom made 3 little cakes for Killian and he loved them all! We didn't do cake for his first birthday, but we thought now would be a good time to let him go to town with the chocolate cake. He had fun picking off all the M&M's and little toys from the top of the cake. Then he and his aunts and uncles had fun running around the house like crazy for the next hour.









Happy 25th month birthday Killy Billy! Welcome to the TWO’s!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

This Day in History

Some days remain in your memory so vividly. July 5th, 2010 will be one of them. I wrote about the day I found out I was pregnant with Killian and I thought I’d do the same for Mick. And both Mike and I just so happened to have taken a lot of pictures that day, so I thought I’d share.

July 5th was a federal (and Bank) holiday, so I had the day off. We planned to take Killian to school in the morning for a little bit so Mike and I could have a little “date morning” and then go to a 4th of July party at Maggie’s house in the afternoon. I had wanted to take pictures of Mike and Killian walking to school in the morning and today was the perfect day to do it because the streets were empty since it was a holiday. I love this shot of Mike and one-year old Killian walking down the street.


When we got back from dropping him off, I decided the signs were adding up and I should take a pregnancy test.

Background: Just a few weeks before, right around Killian’s first birthday, Mike and I decided that the time was right and we would become “open” to having more kids at this point. We had made it a year with Killian and were ready for more fun. It was also a very good time in my job for me to be pregnant. I had worked there a few months by this point and had become “indispensable” enough, I knew if I became bedridden with nausea (again), I could work from home, and my manager would just be glad I wasn’t quitting! (And that is exactly what happened.)

So...the signs...the obvious one (I was late) and that morning I noticed I felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown when Mike didn’t cook me my breakfast soon enough. (Yeah he cooks me breakfast all the time – even when I’m not pregnant!) The day before I was dragging trying to keep up with Killian at Discovery Place and then came home and passed out for a couple hours in the middle of the afternoon (not typical!).

So I peed on the stick and it immediately started to form that + sign. I stared at it not believing my eyes because it seemed too good to be true. Too soon. I had lowered my expectations of how long it might take because it took a year plus before we saw that + sign with Killian. I was somewhat reserved, not jumping up and down yet, because it just seemed too soon... I was pulling up the calendar in my head and calculating I must have conceived the second I walked out of my OB’s office a few weeks before. I brought the test to Mike and said “This baby really wanted to be born!”

Our scheduled morning date became a celebration for Baby No. 2! Mike grabbed a picture of me at brunch. I don't think I could stop smiling.


Then we had a wonderful afternoon at Maggie’s house. Love this photo of Tina and Killian.


With Killian’s pregnancy, I waited until I was near or at the second trimester to tell people. But I just didn’t feel like doing that this time. I had told Tina first that I was pregnant last time because I knew she wasn’t going to be home when I told the rest of my family. So this time I called Beth first, who wasn’t at Maggie's party. Then I called my Dad. He said the news was “like Christmas.”

I think I had about a week and a half of enjoying being pregnant without feeling pregnant before the nausea kicked in. And then I went into hiding for the rest of the summer and didn't leave the house, and I remember I started to feel somewhat like a normal-ish person again in early September.

I never posted these belly pictures when I was pregnant, so I’ll go ahead and post them now. Probably the last time you’ll see a picture of me pregnant on this blog!

This was the evening of July 4th, goofing around. I was totally pregnant here and didn’t even know it. This is also documentation of my pre-Mick-pregnancy weight. Some day... some day in the near future I hope... you will be mine again. (Losing pregnancy weight this time around has been much harder!)

25 weeks later...

And then 60 pounds later... a day before Mick was born.

Mick, I’m so glad you’re here.