Grandmary as guest coach, Gil is 9 months, oh my!

On Friday, my amazing mother was honored as a guest coach for the VCU feld hockey team. Those women are amazing student athletes and they know a great teacher when they see one. I am so proud of my lovely mother. So lucky to have her.


This is a crappy picture but it is Mom being escorted out onto the field.


And my hands were full keeping the vakester out of trouble. There were balls to be kicked.


And giveaways to be had. The boys both got blue balls in honor of prostate cancer awareness. Hmmmmm.


And back at the ranch, someone turned nine months.


Gil, at nine months you are
Still as sweet as ever,
Crawling all over the place,
Solidly in 18-24 month clothes,
Sporting a size four diaper,
Eating all varieties of solids,
Just starting to show a tiny bit of stranger anxiety,
Pulling up to a standing position,
Very curious about the world.

I love my sweet little gillie and cannot believe that we are at the point where he's been in ths word longer than I carried him.

Delicious baby legs

Got them from his mama.


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Crawler

Today was a gorgeous day.


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First Day of School 2012

 It is impossible to believe- he's 3 and a half now.  Totally independent.  Totally pottytrained.  Totally shot-out-of-a-cannon all the time.  Such a big big boy.

School started back for us on Monday, September 10.  Of course, dumb Mommy was all tied up with this trial that wound up not going but she nevertheless had to work and miss the first day. 

But we took lots of pictures.

 Of our big big boy (too big!  too fast!)

 For comparison's sake, here's last year.

 He put on his backpack.

 Got his BFF, Huff.

 Walked into the building like he owns the place.

 Found his classroom.

 Did a little dance for good measure.

 And poof.  My baby's gone.

Daddy Weekend

 

The weekends around here are so busy and so much more complicated than they used to be, what with one baby who needs two good naps a day and a very active little boy who will NOT nap if he doesn't get his body moving in the morning.

 

Eric and I find that we have to divide and conquer a lot more than we used to- one of us sleeps in while the other takes the boys.  One of us naps while the other one supervises.  OR in the case of last Saturday, I worked on laundry while Eric and Vake had a daddy-son morning.

 

It started with a trip to the Hull Street Outlet- this crazy military surplus store- as you can see, someone loves a helmet.  And ended with a trip to see the wildlife at Maymont.

 

I hope Daddy will take me fishing.

One of the sad casualties of our life with children is Eric's complete and total loss of all unscheduled free time. Part of it was bound to go anyway, what with being married to an extreme extrovert, but the rest of it definitely swept away on a sea of birthday parties and swim classes. Didn't really bother me too much as I am the queen of overscheduling but I think that the loss for Eric was more acute.

Fishing met an untimely death at this house. Eric has a bunch of fishing rods in the garage that haven't been used in quite a while. Thanks to an episode of curious George, Vake knows all about fishing.

This morning, we were walking past the rods when Vake turns and looks at me and says, "I hope my daddy will take me fishing.". And that's when you know you've finally turned the corner. You've got a little person who wants to go fishing.


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I've said it before...

...but it bears repeating. Have you all eve seen a cuter baby?





I think part of what makes him so cute is his little personality, which I am getting to know better and better. He is totally unlike his brother, who was a funny action Jackson right out of the box.

Gil is far more contemplative and just seems more willing to go with the flow, just thrilled to be at the party. He doesn't seem to need to be the life of it at all. He is an incredibly snuggly little cuddle baby, too.

And speaking of his brother, vake had his first day at school today. By all accounts a success. He's a little boy now, and completely a little boy. Yesterday, he "tackled" his father in the park for the better part of an hour. Constant go time! And this is what happens when we hop in the car!




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Happy birthday, Gmary!

What a most excellent weekend! It is the 67th anniversary of the most wonderful woman in the world. And the best Grandmother ever!


What a great family and a great weekend!


More details to follow!

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Gil at 8 months

Lindsey at dimples and cheeks has done it again.


Look at my sweet little 8 month old baby. Sitting up without his mama. What's next? Driving a car?

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Halloween planning

Guess who wants to be a pteranodon and have Gil be a baby pteranodon?

I think I am ordering from amazon this year.
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