Saturday, December 10, 2011
Hank's 7.5 month old photo shoot. He's never been much of a rolly polly. He's always wanted to stand and walk. He grabs on to anything that holds still long enough for him to get his fit underneath him.
Robert was a rolly polly. He rolled and scooted and was content sitting until about 11 months old when he realized he could put his feet on the ground and get places faster than on his belly. One day at about 13 months old, he decided to walk.
I love these two pics because 1) they are of my boys, 2) the same photographer took both of them so they are both her style, which is my style, and 3) it's a darn cute photo shoot!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
I have a new baby. I wrap him up, feed him, change his diaper, talk to him, make him giggle, etc. I've wondered when Robert would have a baby, too. Well, now he has one, actually several.
Thooook is the brown gorilla, Fluffy is the large sheep, Fluffy Nini is the small sheep, Fluffy Kingking is the elk. There are more babies not pictured: Fluffy Thoop is a horse and Fluffy Egg is a bear. He wraps them up, talks to them, makes them giggle, etc. He told me the other day when he was playing with his babies, "I'm a good Momma."
Monday, June 13, 2011
Robert and Andy have this game where they nibble on each other and laugh. It's so cute to watch. The other day Andy nibbled on Robert and Robert turned to his Dad and said, "No Dad, we don't eat people. Spit it out." We laughed beside ourselves but Andy bent over and mocked spitting out Robert's fingers or toes or whatever it was he had eaten. It was pretty cute.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
I've decided to take the boys to as many parks in Pocatello as we can this summer. We have a few parks that we frequent quite readily. They are close to our house so we can load up the stroller and walk there in just a few minutes. This is Ammon Park.
It's pretty fun. There's just one portion of the playground that Robert felt comfortable climbing and playing on. Everything else was too big--monkey bars, a zip line thing.
We didn't need anything else though. He had fun, I had fun, Hank slept and Ricki Bobbi childded under the bench (on a leash of course).
Monday, June 6, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Robert loves his hat. No one else get to wear his hat. It is his hat. The bond of brothers was established when Robert on his own accord decided to let Hank wear his hat.
I'm sure Hank is smiling under the hat too.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
1/2 cup firmly packed brown sugar
1/2 cup honey
1/2 cup reduced fat peanut butter
3 cups Post Shredded Wheat Cereal, crushed
3/4 cup raisins
Mix sugar, honey, and peanut butter in a saucepan over medium heat until smooth and bubbly, stirring occasionally. Add cereal and raisins. Mix well. Press into 8x8inch grased pan. Cool and cut into bars. Store in airtight containter.
So I think I'll add 1/2 the brown sugar (1/4 cup instead of 1/2 cup) and find a substitute for the peanut butter. I like peanut butter but maybe not in every granola bar. Variety is the spice of life, ya know? Maybe I'll cut out the peanut butter and put in a little more honey--maybe molasses, but that taste is so strong it would just have to be a little bit. Instead of the cereal I'm thinking I could use oatmeal. My only hang-up with that is they aren't cooked and even quick-rolled-oats need to be cooked for a short amount of time, right? Then you could add whatever else you want: nuts, different dried fruits, sunflower seeds, etc.
So, anyway, Robert and I really like these.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Then the year he turned 2 years old and I went to work for the school year, his babysitter was Grandma Janet and she had her own set-up for eating so I put the booster chair away for a while. We haven't seen Liz this past year except for casual passings in the church a couple times.
Well, the other day I got out the green booster chair for Robert to sit on. I got it out and he said, "Hey, that's Liz's chair. Remember Mom, that table thing on it broke off." How in the world does he remember that?? I wonder if he'll retain that memory 3 years from now? I know my first memory is from between 3 and 4 years old. Definately not 18 months.
Here's another one...I like to put a little squeeze of lemon juice with water in my hospital water mug. Today Robert wanted to try some of the lemon juice. He didn't want it in his tractor cup--that's for milk. I dug out a cup I bought at the beginning of last summer when I babysat a little boy in our ward named Jimmy. It was the designated "Jimmy cup." I got it out and filled it with water and put a little squeeze of lemon in it and handed it to Robert. As we sat eating our lunch, he took bites of his food and drank from the cup for a few minutes. Then he looked at me and said, "Remember Jimmy, Momma?"
"Yes, I remember Jimmy, Robert."
"Is this Jimmy's cup, Momma? Remember Jimmy's Mom branged the food to our house?"
"Yes Jimmy used that cup. His momma, Lisa, brought us food when Hank came home from the hospital didn't she?"
What a memory! Maybe it's because he's my first and so I don't realize that all kids have this kind of memory at this age, but I think it's pretty incredible.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Henry William Smart was blessed May 1st in our ward. Grandpa Bob took a peak during the blessing and said it looked like Henry was taking a glimpse at where he'd come from just 1 month ago.
If only little babies could share what they are thinking.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Robert is approaching 3 years old this year--August. Anyway, Easter was this month and he helped me put out our Easter decorations. He loved looking in our enchanted Easter eggs and putting out all of our eggs and flowers, etc. We dyed eggs and had an Easter Egg Hunt which he loved.
Then comes the real meaning behind Easter. It's never too early to start teaching about Jesus. I've been telling him about Easter and the eggs and "we celebrate Jesus." Well, Easter was getting closer and closer. I started thinking that in nursery they might elaborate a little more than "we celebrate Jesus." So I started suggesting to Robert that Easter is about "Jesus was resurected." (2 "s"s?, 2 "r"s?)I have picture cards of Jesus that Robert looks at during Sacrament meeting and a couple of them have Resurection pictures. I got those out and showed Robert, "See Jesus was resurected. He has a body. He's living. He's not dead."
Well, as new things and ideas go with Robert, he put up a fight. "No Jesus was not resurected. He's not have a body. He is dead." I tried to explain that Easter is because Jesus got a new body. Jesus was resurected "No, Mom it's not time for resurected." Well, that part he has right I guess. We'll have to work on it through out the year so next year we can have Easter for real. Maybe by then I can at least get, "Yes Jesus has a new body."
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Parenting really is a joy. Sometimes there are those rough spots, but overall the joys make it all worth it. Some parents might not agree I suppose. I haven't had to watch my kids suffer (thinking of my friend Mauri and her new baby Tanzi and my brother Jason and his son Connor).
Everyone asks if Hank is a good baby. I ask the same question to other new mothers. He has his good days and bad days just like the rest of us. I've been thinking, what baby isn't a "good baby." Some babies cry more than others or have a hard time sleeping, but does that make them bad? I think not.
Babies are such angels, so close to heaven, they are all good I like to think.
Robert is so funny. He's starting to answer questions with real answers instead of imagined answers--He's 2 and a half. We are really trying to teach him to be obedient and mind and he's catching on quickly. Just like the rest of us, he also has some days better than others. When he's not minding I call his attention to it and ask him to tell me what I asked him to do. Then I ask if he's minding me. Sometimes he says, "Yes, I am, " even if he's not so I point out what he IS doing and say, "you're not minding me. I asked you to . . ."
So yesterday I was in the front yard trimming our roses and he was outside playing. He climbed into the bed of our pickup truck (by himself--he's getting so big). He played there for a bit and then swung his leg over the tail-gate to climb down. His foot dangled about 2 inches above the bumper. I told him if he reached his foot a little bit more he could stand on the bumper and climb down. It was a little scary so he climbed back into the bed of the truck. I walked over to give him some moral support and told him again how close he was and encouraged him to try again. He asked if I would put "this" (the tale-gate) down. I encouraged him again to swing his leg back over and reach for the bumper.
Then with a stern look on his face he looked at me squarely and said, "Mama, you're not minding me. Please put this down." While he still has a lesson to learn that Mamas and Papas don't do the minding of their children, but children are to mind their parents, I saw that this was a situation that I needed to "mind." So, I put the tale-gate down and told him we could try reaching for the bumper next time. He promptly climbed down and moved on to the next thing.
Friday, April 8, 2011
"I want to give him loves, Mom"
Sunday, April 3, 2011
The birth weight pic. A must have for any baby book.
"Momma and me" face to face at last. Another must have for the baby book.
Hank's first day home.
"Happy Birthday Mom!" Hank on my birthday--4 days after his. The best present ever!
Henry William Smart. He's here and he's a biggin'. That's right 9 lbs. 11 oz. 22 in. long. We are very happy with how things (labor and delivery) progressed. I labored for 10 hours--7:40 a.m.-5:40 p.m. There were a few hang-ups. He was posterior for a time which kind of slowed things down because he wasn't dropping into my pelvis--aside form being big. I was changing position a lot to get him to flip over; however, I couldn't stay on my left side too long or his heart beat would drop. After delivery we found that his cord was in a loose (THANKGOODNESS) double-overhand knot which was probably the cause of the "no left-side laying." The cord must have been in a precarious position when I was on my left side. The "no left-side laying" also meant that my epidural, which was primarily on the right side due to my screwy anatomy, couldn't "float" to the left side.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Alameda Park is our newest, most fun place to go. It has a "TaiLung Bridge" Ya know Kung Fu Panda and when the furious 5 try to head-off TaiLung the snow leopard at the bridge? Well, our playground has a `bridge and as you can imagine, the imagination begins reeling.
It's a lot of fun to watch.
He's mastered every ladder and slide there is.
Most mornings instead of walking into Robert's room and being greeted with an eye-rub or yawn, lately I walk in and he's some kind of growling animal. We are immediately stalking some kind of animal from "good morning" to "good night". His favorite characters to take on are lions, tigers, bears, gorillas, we've recently added coyote (he saw some Loony Toons--Wiley Coyote). I hear the growl and the guessing game begins 1)what animal is he? 2)am I prey or predator? 3)how much longer until our characters change unknowingly?
With my prego belly getting.....quite large, I'm the slower moving animal in the pack. The other day we were running from the family room to his bedroom (opposite ends of the house), to get some more animals to add to our pack. He darted off pretty quick and I lugged behind. He turned and looked at me and said, "Is your belly too big, Mom? You can't run fast." Alas, kids are so smart.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
A few months ago Andy started going to a barber on Oak St. You'd think he found a key into heaven or something! He loves the barber--enough with those places that do women's hair. The barber is where it's at. Don't get me wrong here. I'm glad he's found the barber. He definately gets a better haircut than the last place he went. It's just so cute how much he loves the barber.
So Robert's hair was getting long. Up until now, Andy has always cut Robert's hair with the clippers in the bathroom, but now that we've discovered the barber..... The barber says that the earlier you start taking little kids to get their haircut, the easier they accept it and will sit still. Not to mention, we're also PAYING THE SOURCE OF THIS INFO FOR THE SERVICE HE'S SUGGESTING :) haha, We're such saps! We took Robert to the barber. I'm sure it'll be the best haircut in nursery. He sure looks handsome! AND he got a sucker out of the deal, so what's not to love?