Friday, July 31, 2009
Nate is a Quick Study
A Family Affair
Take a look at the test shot. Much more true to personality wouldn't you say?
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Happy Birthday
Dear Dylan,
You sleep with Spunky 1 and Spunky 2 tucked under each arm every night.
You make some really cool sound effects when flying and driving your CVS cars, airplanes, ice cream cones and any of your other many, many small toys.
You love trains.
Aidan, Avery, Ben, Deven and Marcus have been your best buds this year.
Wrestling with Daddy and Bucko is your favorite thing to do.
Max and Ruby makes you laugh out loud and you are a Noggin junkie.
Bugs terrify you.
Your open mouth kisses on the lips are over the top.
Mr. Picky, you could eat rice pudding for breakfast, lunch and dinner along with a side of anything "choclick".
You crack me up with the sentences you think up and your conversations between your Little People although you still prefer to speak Dylan, especially when befriending older kids at the playground.
Older girls are the apple of your eye.
Hide and Seek and Freeze Tag are the games of the moment.
You can pitch a ball accurate and fast but hate watching the Yankees or the Jets (sorry, Daddy).
Goose, you can usher tears at a moment's notice for the injustices that Mommy and Daddy inflict on you and the many, many booboos that happen to three year olds. Remember when Mommy let the door close on your fingers and the nail fell off?
Dylan, you are becoming a loving older brother to Nate. You push him on the swings and meet him at the bottom of the slide always careful not to knock him down (although at home you are working on wrestling moves that don't make him cry).
My baby, you still love to be held and hugged and my favorite moments are reading you books. Sometimes you take me hand and rub it, softly.
I love you.
Mommy
Baby Nate is Mobile
Dylan and Nate share a lot of the same baby traits. They cried or should I say screamed as if limbs were being ripped from their bodies if they were not getting their way or if Mommy was not with them. They loved to eat, nurse, chew, chew, chew. They both mastered sitting but Dylan took a break from all other developmental skills while Nate is a mover and a shaker. He sits, he gets on to his knees and slides down onto his belly to get my toes, the cats, Dylan's toys, mystery items on the floor. He sings da, da, da while slithering to his next adventure.
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