While GB’s First Birthday party was Saturday, today, March 23, marked the one-year anniversary of his arrival. March 23 at 2:31pm, to be exact (despite the fact that his birth certificate incorrectly states, “2:41pm.” I was there people–I know! They also originally spelled his name, “Gatsy” so clearly they cannot be trusted.)
Holden was born at 7:23pm, so the time is a bit more manageable. She, of course, is not so manageable.
To capture GB’s 2:31 photo, I skipped out of work for a bit (sorry, Boss). When I got home, he was napping. I figured I’d just sneak in and snap a quick photo while he slept. Hey–at least it would be kinda funny, right? When I got up there at 2:30, though, he was awake in his crib. Even better. We’ll just sit the clock phone with a clock display in there and snap a shot easy peasy.
I mean, at least it’s better than this, right?
Tonight after dinner, I let the little hoss enjoy more birthday cake. While he was a little tentative at his birthday party at first, he seemed to have gotten the hang of it the second time around.
My sweet, sweet GB. I could tell while I was growing you that you were going to be a gentle soul. You waited until your exact due date to come into this world. I say it’s because you just wanted to hang out with me as long as possible, and you have, indeed, been a Mama’s Boy this first year of your life. Not in a derogatory way, but in the way that you and I have a special bond that is impossible to describe.
You are remarkably easygoing, for which I continue to count my blessings because, as we all know, your sister is not what you would call easygoing. You’ve been pleasant and content the entire first year of your life. Once you learned how to smile, you pretty much haven’t stopped. When someone smiles at you, you smile right back. You now have a big toothy (7 teeth!) grin that’s infectious. And you have a special smile that’s just for me that melts my heart every time. You give me the biggest kisses (sometimes with tongue–lol you’re going to be so embarrassed to read that later).
For the longest time, really the only thing that ever upset you was not being held enough to your liking–as I said, “Mama’s Boy.” I’ve taken advantage of holding, hugging and snugging you as much as I could this past year. You pretty much shared my bed for the first two months of your life. Now that you’re crawling and almost walking (!), your desire to be held is weaning
And oh boy, do you crawl. You climb the stairs like a champ all by yourself. You pull yourself up on everything. You’ve had a few tumbles into the coffee table… sorry about that. You’re strong and determined and persistent. Before you crawled, you rolled everywhere to get to your destination–I would watch you identify your target and then roll across the room to get there. You’re curious and investigative and full of joy. You’re obsessed with doors for some reason.
You’ve been a wonderful sleeper your entire life. Now when you’re tired, you’ll lay your little head right down on the floor–or on me–and I know it’s time for bed. No fights; no fussing. You’ve slept through the night (10-11 hours) since you were about 15 weeks old. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. It really has made raising two kids under the age of three just a little bit easier.
Speaking of the second child thing… I’m sorry, Buddy. I’m sorry I only got your photos professionally taken once. I’m sorry I have yet to make a Shutterfly album for you when I made three for Holdy in the first year of her life. I’m sorry most of your toys are your sister’s hand-me-downs. I’m sorry I would sometimes prop your bottle up on a pillow because I wasn’t able to sit and hold you while you drank. I’m sorry that I work long hours and I can’t be with you all the time. It’s tough sometimes, Buddy. I hope you’ll understand. I will make you at least one Shutterfly book though, I promise.
You love to “drum” and I swear, a few times, you’ve mimicked my patterns and rhythms. You and I will have screeching sessions and you’ll match my tone and volume. Your laugh is contagious. You love when I dance like a dork and make up silly songs for you and your sister.
Oh man, do you love your sister. From very early on, you’ve only had eyes for her. You love to watch her and try to join in what she’s doing. You’ll both probably kill me later for saying this, but you guys love taking baths together. You shriek and laugh and splash, so much so that I usually end up as soaked as the two of you.
For her part, Holdy is a wonderful sister and is very good about sharing with you (or at least giving you a consolation toy when she takes one from you). She may get a little rough sometimes with her affection, but she loves you just as fiercely. I can’t wait to watch you grow and play together. I hope you’ll always remain so close. I always tell her if she doesn’t start to eat, her little brother will soon outgrow her so she better treat him nicely.
Whoa boy, you love to eat. Since we started you on solids about six months ago, you can’t get enough of food. Often you’ll get hangry and yell at me for not feeding you fast enough. I’ve improvised by mostly allowing you to feed yourself so you can eat at your desired speed. Needless to say, mealtimes around here are messy. You and I usually share dinner… with you eating about 75% of it. We just stopped nursing in the last week or so. I have to admit it makes me kind of sad, though I’m also relieved to take ownership of my body again. I’m proud to say I nursed both of you for a year.
GB, it has been my absolute pleasure to be your mom and watch you grow this past year. You’ll probably never understand this, but your arrival into my life saved me. I was forever changed when you were first placed on my chest.
Raising you and your sister has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done but it’s also the most important and rewarding thing I’ve ever done. Sometimes I don’t feel like I’m doing a great job. Sometimes I get frustrated. Sometimes I break down. But please know I will always try my best to do right by you and Holdy and to make you proud. I hope you’ll always want to be your Mama’s Boy.
We held GB’s First Birthday party yesterday at this adorable little pretzel shop, York City Pretzel Company (of which I happen to be an owner). I shared my lackadaisical approach to birthday planning the other day, but this party turned out pretty damn cute if I do say so myself. And, believe it or not, I actually made most of the decorations–I know: Who am I?
Okay, so I’m three days late but it’s Restaurant Week York (which I’m running), so cut me some slack, wouldja?
Holy crap, 11 months.
Weight: I honestly have no idea and I’m not about to wake him up to weigh him. Maybe 21 lbs?
Likes: Eating! open mouth kissing (with tongue!), climbing up the steps, pulling himself up on everything, stealing things from his sister
Dislikes: Not being paid attention to, being scolded (“Don’t bite” is the magic trigger that makes him cry)
Eats: Everything and a lot of it. At this point it seems like he’s over his bottle (thank god for no more formula)–he wants ALLTHEFOOD! I’ve been trying to nurse first thing in the morning and last thing at night, but he’s now disinterested in my boobs
Sleeps: A great sleeper–goes down and stays down no problem. Two naps a day.
Accomplishments: Climbing! Pulling up on everything, standing, waving, clapping, high fives, mimicking, screeching, “So big!”
He’ll be walking before too long!
Guess it’s time to start planning a party, eh Big Guy?
In honor of Restaurant Week York‘s triumphant return February 21-28, let’s talk about eating, shall we?
GB’s stance toward food is best described by the classic Hasbro game popular in the 1980′s:
The kid loves to eat. He’s just about to the point where he’s saying, “screw the bottle; gimme the good stuff.” He’s all about the table food, grubbing hungrily and pounding on his highchair tray for more. He screeches at me if I don’t feed him fast enough, so I pretty much just let him feed himself baby-size chunks of food now. Needless to say, mealtimes are somewhat messy.
Holden’s attitude toward food, however, is best described by the new soon-to-be-classic book by the same authors of Go the F*** to Sleep:
It even looks like Holden on the cover.
Holden’s current diet consists of:
Half chocolate/half regular milk
Organic hipster “toaster pastries” that I bought because I figure if all she’ll eat are Pop Tarts, I should at least buy her ones made with “real” ingredients
Toothpaste (she hasn’t quite figured out the whole teeth-brushing business, though she of course insists on doing it herself)
It’s seriously the most frustrating thing. She used to be such a good eater. Now she’s just not that into it… in my presence anyway. Allegedly she eats her lunch at school every day, so at least I know she’s eating a real meal at least three times a week. But otherwise, breakfast foods are about the extent of her palate. It’s brinner most days of the week.
This is just a phase, right?
ps, if you haven’t listened to Bryan Cranston read You Have to F***ing Eat, here’s a preview. Language, obviously.
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And so, I took them both for their first-ever haircuts together: GB at 10 months; Holdy at 31 months.
If you’ll recall, Holdy was essentially bald until she was like 13 months, so she’s a late bloomer in the haircut game, but she was SO EXCITED to get her haircut. She insisted on wearing her Elsa dress to get the full princess treatment.
She was so well behaved and watched intently in the mirror, smiling at herself and randomly giving little thumbs up of approval.
She ended up with an above-the-shoulder bob and some cleaned up bangs. I was so proud of how calm and sweet she was while sitting in that chair.
GB, on the other hand…
While always sweet, GB is in a real fidgety stage, now that he’s army crawling and on the move. He has a really strong grip and is pretty stubborn when it comes to getting what he wants.
He wasn’t so sure about this haircut business.
He didn’t really want to sit still, and kept turning his head, especially when it came time to get the around-the-ears spots.
So, we ended up going a little “George Clooney circa 1996,” but what are ya gonna do? He’s a busy 10-month old.
By the way, I took them to George’s Hair Studio in West York. Not only was everyone super friendly, their first haircuts were free (!) AND they called me today to see if we were happy with the cuts. Super pleased with them. And with my former ragamuffins’ fresh cuts.
It wouldn’t be a Month-iversary post if it wasn’t a few days late…
Weight: 19 pounds, wearing size 3 diapers.
Likes: eating! open mouth kissing, army crawling, dancing to “Uptown Funk,” trying to stand up, rolling, being harassed by his sister, gnawing on Sally’s fur, stealing people’s food, bouncing in his bouncer, lights and noises, being held, his mama.
Dislikes: When I don’t feed him fast enough, when his sister takes toys from him.
Eats: Everything and a lot of it. I basically have been eating a lot of mushier foods and just sharing my dinner with him. So far there hasn’t been anything he’s turned down.
Sleeps: Still a great sleeper (thank god).
Accomplishments: Army crawling! Sitting up by himself, waving, high fives, mimicking, screeching.
This kid is on the move!
Happy 10 months, Big Guy!
So yeah, 10 months. Only two months to the big First Birthday, which means it’s time to start planning a party.