Old School

So I was looking through the "Edit Posts" page and I found a draft I didn't publish. I wrote it in March, but apparently forgot to post it or something. Anyway, here it is. I'll post some pictures of Colden from March too.

Well, here we are 7 and a half months after I promised to do a better job of posting updates and I'm still just as horrible about it. When we first started this blog, Colden was doing new things everyday and I'm so glad Chris was diligent about keeping everyone updated. I was just reading a few of them and even I had forgotten about some things that Colden used to do (GASP!). I'm not as funny as Christopher, but I have just as much information to report :) So, without any further ado, here are some of the new things he's doing:

In the last entry, I mentioned that he knew about 20 signs. He now knows between 35 and 40 signs. AND....he's starting to talk. ALOT. I mean, if we were to stick you in a room with him and let you try to figure out what's he saying? Good luck. But if you're around him quite a bit, you'd be able to figure it out. Our favorite word that he says right now is turtle. He says it with so much conviction....TUR-TULLE!

He is also starting to tell us when he goes tee tee or doo doo. But, he only tells us after the fact. We know when he is going doo doo because he'll go into one of our bathrooms and won't let anyone come in. Then, when he's finished, he'll come out and say "doo doo" and point at his diaper. Then, he'll go get a new diaper, ONE wipe (like one wipe is going to do the trick), and his A&D ointment, and lay down so we can change his diaper. I know this is probably a sign that he's ready to start potty training, but I just don't exactly know how to start.

Here we go again...

Welllll....it's been over a year since our last entry. How sad. I am so bad at this. I'm really going to try to keep up this time....

We finally got out of the apartment and bought a house. We moved in at the end of May and we LOVE it. No more running into each other or into furniture. Now, all three of us can be in the kitchen at once and not worry about getting knocked out by an open cabinet or drawer. In the apartment, Colden would take a nap for MAYBE 45 minutes. Now, it's anywhere from an hour to two hours because he's worn out from playing outside, running up and down the stairs, swimming or whatever else he can get into. It's AWESOME. I have enough time to actually get something done (or do absolutely nothing, which is probably what happens more often).

Colden also just started preschool. It's really more of a Mother's Day Out kind of thing because it's only three hours a day, two days a week. It's at our church and he's doing really well with it. I was sure he would cry the first day, but he was trooper! His teacher got him out of the car and he said, "Bye Mama!," and that was it!

Just in the past few months, he's really started talking. At first, it was just two word phrases, but within a month after he started doing that, we can pretty much have a full conversation with him!

Ok, that's all for today, but I'll post some pictures.....I will write an entry tomorrow, I will write an entry tomorrow.....

Updates and stuff

Sorry it's been so long since we've posted anything! We've been busy trying to sell our house, trying to get adjusted to living in a teeny tiny apartment, and just enjoying our time with Colden.

I meant to start writing a blog when I got pregnant, but I just didn't do it. I have more time now since I get to stay home with Colden, so I thought better late than never!

We are FINALLY going to sell our house (YAY!). We're supposed to close on August 18th. Chris talked to our realtor today and he said the inspection went great. I'm not going to get super excited about it until we sign the papers because I'm convinced something is going to fall through. I CANNOT WAIT to get out of this apartment. Between the kids that live above us and my bruised body, I'm about to lose my mind. There are four college kids living above us and they just got a puppy a few months ago. Of course they never walk the dog, and when they get tired of him, they just stick him on the balcony. He barks and barks until one of them opens the sliding glass door and screams, "Shut up [enter cussword here]!" and slams the door shut. They've woken us up numerous times, but thank goodness they've never woken up Colden (during the night at least...naptime is a different story). My bruised body comes from constantly running into things. There's about a foot between the back of the couch and the "bar" in the kitchen, about the same distance between the footboard of our bed and the armoire, and if we pull out one of the chairs at the table in the "dining room", it blocks the hallway to the bedrooms/bathrooms. I'm always in a hurry as it is, but chasing a one year old around trying to catch him before he sticks a piece of dog food in his mouth is really taking a toll on me. I'm covered with bruises. Chris said he's going to start making me wear pants and long sleeved shirts so people won't think he's beating me.

I think Chris is really enjoying his job here. He's on call less and they don't do quite as many cases as in Dallas because they don't do transplants here. He also only has to cover 2 hospitals instead of 4 or 5. I know Colden and I have loved having him home more. We've just been doing the family thing...taking Colden to the park, taking Colden swimming, letting Colden play with the vacuum cleaner...wait, what? Yes, the vacuum cleaner. This boy has an OBSESSION with vacuum cleaners. He calls it "dah." As a matter of fact, it's the first thing he asked for when he got up from his nap this afternoon. Not "mama" or "dada", but "dah", as he points to our room where we keep it. He's terrified of it when it's turned on, but it's all he wants to play with when it's just sitting there. He's very cautious though...he never turns his back on it and won't play with it unless one of us is sitting there with him. I mean, let's not be ridiculous...you never know when it will just turn on and suck you into the nothingness.

Colden turned 15 months old on the 29th. He's not walking...he is RUNNING. I thought I was in fairly good shape. I was incorrect. I don't know how he has so much energy. Maybe it's the 13 hours of sleep he gets every day, maybe there's some kind of super power in turkey dogs (his favorite) that I don't know about. He says mama, dada, lola (this is what we call Chris's mom), words resembling juice and cracker, and MANNY (which is a combination of our dogs' names, Maci and Annie). He makes a clicking noise with his tongue for toothbrush/toothpaste, says "me" for ball, slaps his chest for papaw (my dad), and makes this clicking sound in the back of his throat for punkin (my mom). We're teaching him sign language and he knows around 20 signs now. He is so smart it's scary. Anyway, here are a few pictures of him.

Our boy is pretty funny.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Well, we made it through Colden's first holiday shuffle with barely a scratch. He scored big from Santa as was expected and will probably continue this trend for years to come. Unfortunately, he didn't get the new 72 inch flat screen he wanted, but hey, there's always next year. In hind sight, we could of saved big and just wrapped empty boxes or maybe wrapped a pot and wooden spoon from the kitchen. Yes, he has discovered his inner drummer. He enjoyed the wrapping paper, although the taste of it left something to be desired. All in all, Christmas was a lot of fun and I look forward to the day he is peeing his pants for Christmas morning to come, instead of just peeing his pants. 

He is more mobile than ever, mastering the butt roll and climbing over everything. We have already had to lower his crib once and the final lowering is coming soon. It was pretty funny walking into his room in the morning to find him standing up and looking over the edge of his crib. I know he is making mental notes for his escape (planned for later this year). His crawling still needs some work, but I think he just wants to skip that step and go straight to walking. He likes to stand and is learning to fall gracefully on his rear. The falls, however, make his diaper deposits that much more enjoyable to clean .

Yes, he did wear a tux for his first New Year's Eve party. He figures if you are only partying till 8, then you better look better than everyone in the room. New Year's for us this year was the first where the stroke of midnight meant that our bedtime was soon to follow. We made it to a little before 2am before we made ourselves go to bed. And just like clock work Colden was up at 6:30am to wish us a "Happy New Year!" Sorry about the big gap in time between posts, this parenthood thing gets more and more time consuming. There is another post with just pictures after this one. Enjoy the pics.

Chris

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