Real Life #6

I figured I would share yet another story of my ‘real life’ since I seem to be on a roll this week.

Monday, February 16^th

Monday after work, I headed across town to pick up the kids.  Once we were packed up, we drove another thirty-five minutes to get to Tessa’s gymnastics class.  Brady enjoys watching Tess for about three minutes and then I get creative about ways to keep him entertained for the remaining hour or so.  Luckily they have some toys in the lobby and many other parents help in this effort as well.  I had one nice lady chat with him and we got to talking as well.  She inquired about how old he was.  After a second of sitting back to think about it, I replied “he’ll be eighteen months next week.”    

Today, February 18^th

This morning I was blow drying my hair while I thought about the date and our schedule for the day; work, appointments, etc.  I realized that it’s the 18^th of the month and then it dawns on me…I missed a milestone.  Mr. Brady turned eighteen months old on February 16^th (as his birthday is August 16^th).  I completely forgot my son’s half birthday.  I know, I know, it’s not really a big deal in the grand scheme of things.  However, I was so good about remembering and celebrating each milestone with Tess and poor Brady boy seems to get neglected in these areas.  What makes it worse is that I even had a woman ask me his age, I had time to think about it, and then my answer was completely off.  Where am I and where is my mind these days?  Perhaps I need a day of rest but we all know that will not cease to happen anytime soon.  I am making up for it by writing this post, including sweet photos of my little blessing, giving extra snuggles to him tonight, and having a little celebrate treat for him too.  He’ll never know mommy’s two days late, right?

 

Little Bear

Hi!

He Still Loves His Lamb

My Favorite Photo. This Was Taken At The Children's Hospital Prior To A Kidney Procedure.  Little Did He Know...

That Hammer...Bang, Bang, Bang Is All I Hear

Yes, sweet boy, it's true.  You turned eighteen months old this week.  You are still the happiest child I have ever laid eyes on.  You have been through so much during your first months with us but somehow you stay strong.  Your big bright eyes and smile are such a joy.  You love your sister so much and get frustrated when she doesn't want to play with you.  You are completely a daddy's boy right now.  Second in line is Grandpa, followed by Tess, Mason, and then mommy coming in dead last.  I know it's only a phase and I'm hoping to be your number one again soon. ;)
You run around like crazy and I am anxiously awaiting the day when your little legs start holding up your body a bit better so you quit falling over so much.  Even still, you are surely growing and hit 20.1 lbs as of yesterday. 

You continue to eat everything in sight in the amounts comparable to an adult.  You have become more fussy with your vegetables but will eat shovel in any type of fruit, especially berries.  You also love the word "cookie" and have learned to ask for one of those each night as well.  Whoops, mommy mistake as I love my desserts!

Your favorite toys include you hammer and tool kit, your kitchen, the toy train set, Tessa's balance beam, and really anything that your sister has in her hand at the time.  Oh, and you love to play with Mason (he is so tolerant).

You have no fear, same as your sister, so you always have me on edge.  You love everything about the water and scare me already in your attempts to climb into the tub.  You will put your head under water on purpose and at the lake or the pool you are frustrated when we hold on to you.  Mr. Independent indeed.

You are such a sweet blessing to us and as I said before, I will attempt to not forget or miss any more milestones in the future!