Sunday, April 26, 2009

that's how I roll

It's time to eat. Let's see, where did I put my mealtime checklist? 
1. Look at and/or pick up food while simultaneously giving mom 'the look.'  
2. Examine said food like a farsighted old man. 
3. Run it through the tester. 

Some sittings result in actual ingestion...some um...don't. 

Thursday, April 23, 2009


Dear Tyson- I know someday you will begin to walk away from me as you are supposed to. Until then, please hang on for as long as you want and I will try to keep you from falling. 
 Love-mom and dad.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

mealtime fun...AKA-The battle of the Wills.

So here Tyson sits looking quite happy and adorable....probably because Who knew that the kid who never seems to get full is a picky eater? So far he will eat any kind of bread product...and not much else. Introducing a new food leads to one of two endings. 1. Tyson stares at the food on his tray then back at you, then back at this clearly odious thing and so on and so forth. 2. He actually picks up said offensive food and puts it in his mouth only to immediately spit it out. 
We have tried many things and are open to new suggestions. A friend gave us the tip that her son loved bananas if he take his own bites rather than having it cut up. Good in theory (he can take bites of a cracker...why not a banana?) but really it just led to a very squished banana and a very messy baby.  

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Laundry can be fun...

So the laundry basket is next on our list of fun things to play with around the house. It is the perfect height for Tyson to climb on and cruise around. It wasted an exorbitant amount of time...however, it did bridge the gap between things he wasn't able to reach before so it could lead to trouble.  
It was a great time waster and was pretty entertaining for me as well. Obviously the basket isn't very heavy so everytime it would slide he would have to catch up. He spent the morning resembling an old man and his walker. 

Can't go over it...
Gotta go around it. 

I am a little nervous as he is in the beginning stages of the climbing phase. I am quickly realizing how much more baby proofing needs to happen as he is only at about half capacity with his climbing/motor skills and already finding mischief. 

*Disclaimer: I promise I do occasionally put pants on my baby. However, with his, ahem, unique crawling style he often gets caught and leaves them behind. I swear that I do dress him appropriately for outings....most of the time anyway.  

Thursday, April 9, 2009 that a word?

So one thing I have learned since having a baby is that just about anything can be used for entertainment. If this entertainment lasts longer than 2 minutes, it's considered a success. 
One day (every day) I was in desperate need of getting some basic kitchen upkeep done but this usually poses a problem. There isn't a whole lot for a 10 month old to do in the kitchen and leaving him unattended in a different room would inevitably lead to a frantic call to poison control asking what would happen to a baby who ingested the ink of 15 pens or something like that. So I pulled out every non-breakable thing I could find and let him go crazy. Turns out the basket holding various lids in all shapes and sizes is fascinating. 
Then there's the longer just for sucking on my friend! As with any new parent, we acquired many different shapes and brands etc of pacifiers. Tyson really only takes a very specific kind of nuk (Soothies) but now the rest have turned into great teething toys I guess.
Switching back and forth, trying this one and that...also great sources of entertainment. It's pretty fun to watch him attempt to cram as many as he can into his little fists to carry around.
Is this not the look of a future ladies man?

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Bring on da noise...

So Tyson "talks" (babbles) all the time. He honestly never shuts up. We usually wake up to the gargle sounds and the rest of the day it's a combo of many interesting things. I'm curious to see what he will sound like when he actually talks because right now he tends to be fairly high pitched. The boy's got a great falsetto. 

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Float like a butterfly...

In the heavyweight category we have T.R. Haak. Weighing in at a whopping 22+ pounds and over 2 and a half feet tall. He can mangle glasses singlehandedly and has jaws of steel. 
Don't let his innocent face fool you...he's actually quite ferocious. 
Okay, maybe ferocious isn't the right word...but it was hard to deny the fact that he looked like a tiny boxer when we put his robe on...also hard to deny the fact that he has outgrown it. I actually had a better picture of him grinning from ear to ear but couldn't bring myself to publish a picture that showed off his meat and potatoes so candidly. I know he will already hate me for this blog in about 16 years (maybe sooner) so for the record, I do have some editing skills.