1 Year in the Big Blue Chair

This is almost a month late, and looking back, I can see so much has changed.

Anatomy of a first birthday party

Start with a cake. Banana with chocolate? Sure.


Let's see what he thinks...

Dad, what is this? Do I have to give up my cow?

Hmmm. Good mouthfeel, definite taste of bananas, well balanced...

NOMNOMNOMNOM

Urp. 
Can someone get that off my leg and feed it to me?
(Note he also demolished the meatloaf and mixed veggies. Easy birthday dinner, there.)

Next up: torment the four year old by telling him he can't open the presents.

Check.

Provide noisemakers for a whole family. Check. Earplugs? Check.

Sharing, check.

Although T did make sure to drool on everything in case there's any question of ownership.


Next up: bike ride. T is more obsessed with the trike than E is with his bike. Which is saying a lot.

Birds and dogs and bunnies?

Check.
Sunshine?

Check.

Finally, a run through the park. Fun?

Check.
Happy birthday, little dude!

One Year

One year.
What a year it has been.
We love you, T, TR, TigheryDigheryDoo, Tighalieg, TimmyBob.
Happy Birthday!

Momtrapped

No, this previous post was not actually the first time Eamon had gotten stuck in a stool. Just the first time he did it to himself. His evil mother did this to him while we were in Winter Park with the Grunzingers. When I look at these pics, it's hard for me to believe he can't talk yet - he can sure get his mood across, regardless. I'm probably lucky he can't also dial Amnesty International...

 However, Ray and I both failed on captions for this one... anyone??

Entertainment...priceless

These are leftovers from the pizza place. They didn't quite fit the other post, but I thought they satisfied the requirement that I give you something to smile at on Fridays.

Pop THAT bubble, Mom!
POP!
Again, kiddo, you are loved.

Stuck

Eamon is getting into things more and more. I tried to keep him out of a cabinet for my own sanity by putting the stool in front of it. So he crawled under the stool. Didn't get into the cabinet that way...

I will note that he got out by himself and went straight back to demolishing the IZZEs. Cooking with this kid around is getting challenging.

Carrying On

The fight for the bill is a tradition in my family. It seems to be making it to the next generation as well.





Dad wins!
For a kid who doesn't eat much, he's pretty adventurous - that's a "lowrider" from Proto's all over his chin. A pizza involving pineapple, feta, cilantro, and cayenne. He loved it, except for the cilantro.

It's the Most Wonderful Time...

Eamon had his first Cadbury egg (well, part of one, anyway). I think he liked it.

Sacrifice

This picture is exactly one week old. I had to pick E up early from daycare because he was a little sick, just enough that we took him in to the doctor. Yeah, a bad cold. But at least we knew, at five on a Friday.

In the hurry out the door, we forgot E's hat. So Ray made the sacrifice. I'm tempted to make this a permanent clothing assignment.

(When I write this, I keep feeling like I'm setting it up so that if Eamon reads this in twenty years, he can tell his therapist we cared. We do. Oh, honey, we do.)

A Boy, a Book, a Grandmother, and an Octopus

(I'm happy letting those speak for themselves. Laura Rose has better captions on her facebook pics. Maybe she'll guest blog.)

The breakfast committee

It was an all-boy breakfast this morning, except for Gwennie and her curls, but she didn't make the picture.

That's a table full of personality!

[Edited to add: the cameraphone doesn't do well against the brightness in there... Eamon is third from the left in the bright blue shirt. This table o' babies cracks me up anytime I happen to hit mealtime. Now.. imagine it later today, when they strip all the kids down for spaghetti lunch!]

Back in the Snow Again

Aunt Laura also wanted to get Eamon out in the snow.

He liked it better.
But you just can't crawl in snow.
Can I have hot chocolate now?

Victory for Grandparents

Mom, Dad, the Grunzingers beat you to it.

He LOVES it. And we just can't wait until he can really run it. Oh, wait, yes we can.

Sledding

Missy and I could not wait to take Eamon sledding. Eamon wasn't sure.

Eamon really wasn't sure. Even with the temptation of Buddy.
This was more his speed. Maybe soon he'll figure out how to hold on...

Caught Green Handed

I won't deny that this makes me laugh because, well, it's broccoli, Dad. And he loves it. Sorry.

Eamon discovered food this week. He discovered how to keep it in his mouth long enough to eat it. He eats more than he wears (although... he still wears a lot). And now, it's like he thinks we might try to starve him, with him bouncing up and down in his chair and oohing when we pull out something he wants. He still loves yogurt, but also noodles, and broccoli, and spinach, and anything else that can convey a sauce or dressing to his mouth. Marinara, dijon vinaigrette, barbeque, it's all good. He sucks on broccoli full of marinara like it's a sucker. He spent half an hour eating dinner two nights ago. He's getting an adorable little baby pooch. Where did this kid come from?

(Oh, and I think his eyes are turning brown. Ray still argues for hazel...)

(And chemist-types, if you can come up with a better adhesive for that suction cup bowl, you will own the world. Or at least the todders.)

(No superglue, though.. needs to come off. I see you coming.)

Friends

I need to get the other pics from last weekend off of my camera, but this one was on my phone, so it's quicker.

We took Steven out for his birthday Friday night, and Eamon found a new friend. She didn't speak any English, but that did not seem to stop them... their major interaction was reinventing headbanging, but they were very amused.