This past weekend, Hunter finally agreed to have a visit with Santa Claus. The mall set-ups are a little too intimidating so luckily Santa is right in Sewickley at Wolcott park every Saturday in December. There's no line so he didn't have any time to back out of it. He was very brave and sat on his lap for a picture after about five minutes of chatting with him. The best part of the whole thing according to Hunter was the large candy cane he received from Santa when we left. Hunter loves loves loves candy canes and I only give him the mini size ones because even though I have been a mom for over four years now, I still hate sticky messes.
Gryffin has reached a key developmental milestone. He has learned to pout. Here's a ray of hope to newer parents: pouting is only effective for the first two years of a childs life. After this time, the pout no longer makes you bend over backwards to comfort your precious baby. It does, however, spark the disciplinarian in you which is important for the two-year-old pouter. The pout still remains the cutest and most effective manipulation move used by humans of all ages. The cute antlers on Gryffins head in combination with that cute pout on his face made me unstrap him from his torturous carseat even faster.
Hunter has to get on Daddy's shoulders to decorate the tree because we have to put our tree on a table because of the dog and cats. It's also less tempting for Hunter who would have eaten all the candy canes the first night if he could have reached them. The night we decorated the tree was cold and snowy, perfect to get us in the mood for Christmas. Today is 52 degrees and quite balmy and I had to brave the Saturday before Christmas shopping crowd to purchase a new dryer. Ours broke last week and with two infants a four-year-old,and three adults(Tom's brother is home from college on break)the normally under control laundy pile has grown to quite the heap. It wasn't too busy at Lowe's and the dryer is to be delivered the day after Christmas and I can't wait! I will never again take for granted my household appliances.
I recently tried solid foods with the twins. Rice cereal mixed with a little breastmilk looks and smells strikingly like paper mache paste. Olivia gobbled it up and laughed between bites and took the spoon from my hand after a couple bites. Apparently she believed she was ready to feed herself but really she was ready for her first eye exam. Gryffin's response was rather less enthusiastic. He made an awful face, gagged, spit it out and cried. I think he thinks I'm trying to poison him because he's done the same thing at every subsequent feeding. I think he's just waiting for bigger and better. Maybe I'll try to give him some mashed potatoes at Christmas dinner. Who can cry at mashed potatoes?
This past weekend, Hunter finally agreed to have a visit with Santa Claus. The mall set-ups are a little too intimidating so luckily Santa is right in Sewickley at Wolcott park every Saturday in December. There's no line so he didn't have any time to back out of it. He was very brave and sat on his lap for a picture after about five minutes of chatting with him. The best part of the whole thing according to Hunter was the large candy cane he received from Santa when we left. Hunter loves loves loves candy canes and I only give him the mini size ones because even though I have been a mom for over four years now, I still hate sticky messes.
Gryffin has reached a key developmental milestone. He has learned to pout. Here's a ray of hope to newer parents: pouting is only effective for the first two years of a childs life. After this time, the pout no longer makes you bend over backwards to comfort your precious baby. It does, however, spark the disciplinarian in you which is important for the two-year-old pouter. The pout still remains the cutest and most effective manipulation move used by humans of all ages. The cute antlers on Gryffins head in combination with that cute pout on his face made me unstrap him from his torturous carseat even faster.
Hunter has to get on Daddy's shoulders to decorate the tree because we have to put our tree on a table because of the dog and cats. It's also less tempting for Hunter who would have eaten all the candy canes the first night if he could have reached them. The night we decorated the tree was cold and snowy, perfect to get us in the mood for Christmas. Today is 52 degrees and quite balmy and I had to brave the Saturday before Christmas shopping crowd to purchase a new dryer. Ours broke last week and with two infants a four-year-old,and three adults(Tom's brother is home from college on break)the normally under control laundy pile has grown to quite the heap. It wasn't too busy at Lowe's and the dryer is to be delivered the day after Christmas and I can't wait! I will never again take for granted my household appliances.
I recently tried solid foods with the twins. Rice cereal mixed with a little breastmilk looks and smells strikingly like paper mache paste. Olivia gobbled it up and laughed between bites and took the spoon from my hand after a couple bites. Apparently she believed she was ready to feed herself but really she was ready for her first eye exam. Gryffin's response was rather less enthusiastic. He made an awful face, gagged, spit it out and cried. I think he thinks I'm trying to poison him because he's done the same thing at every subsequent feeding. I think he's just waiting for bigger and better. Maybe I'll try to give him some mashed potatoes at Christmas dinner. Who can cry at mashed potatoes?
2 comments:
oh how i miss a real village where people walk on sidewalks and visit with one another as they pass by each other. there is not a sidewalk in site of my home, nor a village to be in. i'm jealous!
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