At some point, he’s going to learn that most humans do NOT have cheering squads applaud and praise their every move. But that wasn’t happening last night.
This was his reaction when we all cheered his ability to eat dinner with a fork.
We celebrate an important birthday this weekend, so today’s Throwback Thursday photo is from November 2008, taken when my Lola was just a few days old. She was a dream come true: my very own living baby doll who looked just like me. When they held up Lola over the curtain for that first glance, my immediate thought was, “She looks JUST LIKE ME! She is MINE!”
I can’t believe she’s hitting the double digits now! Thank goodness she still lets me squish her face every now and then.
How many late nights have I paced the room with a baby on my shoulder? This one — my last one — is getting heavier and heavier. I’m going to miss this when I can no longer pick him up.
My tent mate is like, “I don’t fall asleep until the sun goes down. And I wake up as soon as it comes up. We are way up north, so that means I sleep for, like, four hours. Tops.”
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I can not believe this little man is a year old today. I can not. I can not. I can not.
Happy Birthday, Junior! Thank you for bringing diapers, safety locks, joyful nonsense, and all those delightful baby moments into our home again. Continue reading
In the blurry morning sunlight, I see a baby who is very pleased with himself for not even needing an alarm clock to wake at 6 a.m. He just spent the past hour poking our faces, singing in our ears, and flopping his body over our limbs and heads.
I wonder what his memories are going to be of his robot friend. His big brother was operating it from around the corner yesterday, instructing it to turn right, left, slide, dance, and chase his baby brother.
It also talks and responds to baby babbles.
I added our new selfie stick to this week’s Saturday morning pile-on, and captured this accurate depiction of motherhood at this stage of my life.
In other news, since Germans don’t do closets, we converted the smallest bedroom (which is right next to our bedroom) into “die Ankleide” or dressing room.
Martin just installed the last bit of shelving this evening. Ohhhh, I’m so excited to hang up all my clothes again!!!
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They say just before 10 months of age, the expression of emotions becomes more complex. And he’s beginning to understand language, but can’t yet use the words himself. Nevertheless, he makes himself quite clear.
(He wants another corn puff.)
Why crawl when you can stand and cruise?