Nothing like spring cleaning and freshing up to make a gal feel good! We participated in the Ashland city-wide garage sale today and thanks to Rick and mom, we managed to clean out a good portion of our garage and get rid of a bunch of unnecessary stuff that was taking up some very necessary space! And to top it off that clean home feeling we got our sod and seed in this week and a chair reupholstered that belonged to grandmother and aunt. Tomorrow I am going to freshen myself up with a massage and mani/pedi with Lori... so despite the crummy weather and a cold, it's a pretty great spring weekend!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Date Night...
Rick and I had a rare opportunity to get dressed up and go out last night. Rick's school, Cedar Hill, participated in a fundraiser for a charity called, HALO (Helping Art Liberate Orphans) which aids orphan children, particularly girls, in places like Africa and India. Rick's art classes made paper flowers to decorate tables at the auction held at the Capital Hotel in Jefferson City last night and so we got to go. It was a interesting experience as we had never been to an auction before. There were some pretty amazing people there who spend their life, time and money helping others and then a lot of very wealthy people blowing through money like it grows on trees- I guess that's how charities work. In any case, although we didn't buy anything, there was some pretty great art and yummy food and we had a very nice time.
Grandma Sandy came over to entertain Kieran. Sounds like they had a lot of fun playing trains, watching DVDs, eating pizza, splashing in the tub and staying up late. When we got home, Kieran was sacked out on the sofa and Grandma was paging through a cookbook- I think they were both wore out! Thank you to Sandy for taking such good care of our little man, it is so nice to have family near by.
Grandma Sandy came over to entertain Kieran. Sounds like they had a lot of fun playing trains, watching DVDs, eating pizza, splashing in the tub and staying up late. When we got home, Kieran was sacked out on the sofa and Grandma was paging through a cookbook- I think they were both wore out! Thank you to Sandy for taking such good care of our little man, it is so nice to have family near by.
| Mommy, daddy and Kieran. As you can see, he wasn't all that interested in being in the photo ;) |
| Mommy and daddy all gussied up! |
Monday, April 11, 2011
This and that from late March-early April 2011
| Kieran trying out his new wheels... mostly he gets the car to spin in circles, but he has fun doing it |
| Look at our big boy, isn't he such a doll? |
| Watching TV in his Buzz Lightyear chair and drinking from his car's cup... this is the life! |
| Channeling his inner godfather... |
| Contemplating... hmmm.... |
| Kieran thought mommy's bunny would like to get out of the bedroom and see a little train action, he was even kind enough to share his favorite seat. |
| Not sure what's going on here, but I love it! |
| Saturday lounging at it's best. |
| Strike a pose! |
| Kieran and what's left of a sucker. |
| Again I say, what a little doll ;) |
| Testing out his Thomas ride-on birthday gift in his PJ's |
| Okay, so not a Kieran pic, but still pretty darned cute- here the girls are caught napping together. |
| Waking up and realizing who they are waking up next to... |
| Anger and apathy- priceless. |
Thursday, April 7, 2011
The last time...
This blog has been the record of so many firsts for Kieran: first bottle, first tooth, first bite of "solid" food, first step, first birthday... so many exciting and wonderful first moments in the life of a child. But what about the equally precious last moments: last bottle, last baby food, last bath in the baby tub, last day as a one-year-old? These seem to pass us by without so much as a second glance because we are so busy celebrating the new first that typically follows an end. I didn't want this last moment in Kieran's life to go by without noting it's passing in our blog.
Last Wednesday appears to be the last time I will nurse my son because Kieran has decided he is done- ready or not mama. We have been down to one feeding (more or less) for the past month- the morning nursing has been the last precious time when Kieran would lie still, curl up next to me in bed and just be. I have to admit I am going to sorely miss this five or ten minutes of peace and love because although he is still a lover of hugs, kisses and holding hands, he is never in my arms for long before he's running off to his next adventure.
In the past Kieran would wake up in the morning and cry or call my name and I would go to him and he would lead me back to the bedroom to lie down and nurse. The last morning, he slept in and so I got myself and everything else ready before finally rousing my little man. This time I carried him to our bedroom as he was still dazed with sleep. I had already made the bed and so we sat in the glider instead to nurse. How appropriate that the last place we would share this precious moment was in the chair we had nursed in so many days and nights over the past two years. Although I didn't know this would be the last time, I do remember it very clearly. I remember the weight of his little body, limp and totally at ease in my arms and I remember thinking how big he had grown and that his legs now fell over my lap and dangled down instead of fitting snuggly in my arms like they had as an infant. I remember his soft little warm hands at my breast and on my own hands. I remember laying my head back and rocking gently in the early light of the morning and being so at ease and so in love.
The next morning, I peeked in at Kieran to find him still asleep and so I left the door cracked and went to get ready. As I was putting on my mascara he toddled in to the bathroom, rubbing his eyes, pink cheeked and wild blond hair. He took my hand and I went, expecting to be led to the bed. Instead, he walked right past that little haven and marched me straight into the living room, demanding trains and wa-wa. I was shocked, this was the first time he had ever shown no interest in nursing, no little grunty-cough or tugs at my shirt- it was if he had grown into a little boy over night and bid such infantile things good bye as he slept. I just went with it, marveling at it all day. The following morning, he awoke crying and I was sure it would be a struggle to distract him from nursing and that I would probably give in, but again he surprised me. He did half-heartily make his nursing gestures but when I suggested we go watch trains and eat breakfast, he jumped at the offer and was running down the hallway in front of me in a flash. And so weaning began in earnest.
It has been over a week since Kieran last nursed and he has seemed completely at ease with the transition and I am so proud of him and in awe of how he was just "ready". I, on the other hand, was perhaps not 100% there yet, but I have known the time was coming for quite a while now. I am surprised at how physically uncomfortable I have been and how long the "drying up" is taking, but I think I am finally on the downhill slide.
Kieran isn't a baby anymore, but he will always be my baby, no matter how many firsts and lasts come and go in his amazing life.
Last Wednesday appears to be the last time I will nurse my son because Kieran has decided he is done- ready or not mama. We have been down to one feeding (more or less) for the past month- the morning nursing has been the last precious time when Kieran would lie still, curl up next to me in bed and just be. I have to admit I am going to sorely miss this five or ten minutes of peace and love because although he is still a lover of hugs, kisses and holding hands, he is never in my arms for long before he's running off to his next adventure.
In the past Kieran would wake up in the morning and cry or call my name and I would go to him and he would lead me back to the bedroom to lie down and nurse. The last morning, he slept in and so I got myself and everything else ready before finally rousing my little man. This time I carried him to our bedroom as he was still dazed with sleep. I had already made the bed and so we sat in the glider instead to nurse. How appropriate that the last place we would share this precious moment was in the chair we had nursed in so many days and nights over the past two years. Although I didn't know this would be the last time, I do remember it very clearly. I remember the weight of his little body, limp and totally at ease in my arms and I remember thinking how big he had grown and that his legs now fell over my lap and dangled down instead of fitting snuggly in my arms like they had as an infant. I remember his soft little warm hands at my breast and on my own hands. I remember laying my head back and rocking gently in the early light of the morning and being so at ease and so in love.
The next morning, I peeked in at Kieran to find him still asleep and so I left the door cracked and went to get ready. As I was putting on my mascara he toddled in to the bathroom, rubbing his eyes, pink cheeked and wild blond hair. He took my hand and I went, expecting to be led to the bed. Instead, he walked right past that little haven and marched me straight into the living room, demanding trains and wa-wa. I was shocked, this was the first time he had ever shown no interest in nursing, no little grunty-cough or tugs at my shirt- it was if he had grown into a little boy over night and bid such infantile things good bye as he slept. I just went with it, marveling at it all day. The following morning, he awoke crying and I was sure it would be a struggle to distract him from nursing and that I would probably give in, but again he surprised me. He did half-heartily make his nursing gestures but when I suggested we go watch trains and eat breakfast, he jumped at the offer and was running down the hallway in front of me in a flash. And so weaning began in earnest.
It has been over a week since Kieran last nursed and he has seemed completely at ease with the transition and I am so proud of him and in awe of how he was just "ready". I, on the other hand, was perhaps not 100% there yet, but I have known the time was coming for quite a while now. I am surprised at how physically uncomfortable I have been and how long the "drying up" is taking, but I think I am finally on the downhill slide.
Kieran isn't a baby anymore, but he will always be my baby, no matter how many firsts and lasts come and go in his amazing life.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Year number two, in review.
Dear Kieran,
Your second year of life has been filled with so many changes and surprises. We sold our first home in Jefferson City in October and moved in with grandma and grandpa. You loved living there, lots of space to run, plenty of toys and of course your grandparent's love. After six months though, of living in their basement, we were all ready for our own space again.
On March 12th, on your 2nd birthday, we moved into your our new home, at 111 Brian Lane in Ashland. You have been adjusting beautifully to your new surroundings and seem completely settled in after only two weeks. You went from sleeping in the the same room with us, and often times in our bed, to your own bed in your own room. You love the open floor plan and do laps from the dining room, living room and kitchen at break-neck speeds. We are excited to get the yard grassed and fenced and spend lots of time outside this summer with you and the dogs.
The first night we slept in the new house, we converted your crib to a toddler bed, taking off one of the sides, because you had begun climbing out of your crib and we worried you would hurt yourself. I fretted that you wouldn't be able to sleep in such new and different circumstances, but you put my mind at ease the first night and slept soundly in your own big boy bed in your very own room! I still wake up at night and sneak into your room to check on you, and although sometimes you are sleeping on the floor or half in and out of your bed, you are soundly asleep and wake well rested and ready to go.
Your vocabulary has really taken off the last couple months and it is fun to hear what's on your mind! Some of your newer words include: High up top, train, wheels, tracks, top-top (helicopter), bear, ice, bum-bum (snowman), stop, go, run, play, pet, doot-doot (car), eyes, ears, nose, hair, hat, ewwws!, and bubble. You put together little sentences, such as "Stop it mom!", "I eat!", "Out of the way!" and "I want that!" or "I don't want that!" You are great at sound effects, such as screeching breaks, crash sounds and train/car noises. You also make so many animal sounds, better than mommy in fact! You get frustrated with us when we don't understand what you want, but every day you say more and more and we understand you better and better. Keep talking little one, we love to your sweet little voice and want to know what you're thinking!
Your motor skills, fine and gross, are improving in leaps and bounds every day. You may have been slow to walk, but you have made up for that by running- everywhere and you are very fast! You climb like a little monkey, which is why the crib had to go. You are a little daredevil, throwing yourself over the sofas and climbing up slides at the playground. You have mastered utensils and prefer them more and more to your fingers. You stack small blocks with ease and string large beads. You brush your teeth like a big boy and have discovered how to open doors far too easily- leading to more baby proofing on our part!
You spend your week days at Tori's house with her twin four year old children, Spencer and Luke. You seem to like it there, although still fuss when mommy leaves. You play trucks and cars with Luke and love the girl's huge pink doll house. You usually take good naps for Tori and eat like a champ, better than you do for mommy and daddy. When I come to pick you up in the afternoon, you run to the door, arms spread wide, yelling "Mama!!". It's the best part of my day. Next year we will send you to a Montessori preschool, but first we will have to get you ready this summer which means time to potty-train!
Kieran it has been so much fun watching you grow from an infant into a busy toddler. You are constantly on the go and keep us on our toes. You seem to be developing a temperament similar to your mothers, strong willed, persistent and loud! You look like your father more and more theses days with your intense blue-gray eyes. You have the straightest, finest, silkiest hair- could have gotten that from either one of us though ;) You make us laugh every day and try our patients pretty regularly too. When you are happy, you beam like spring sunshine and when you are mad you are a stormy little cloud that's hard to ignore. You are a lover, freely giving hugs, kisses and tickles. You love anything that goes, in particular trains. You are becoming a TV addict, something we are going to have to work on- Car's is your newest favorite show. You can't get enough outside time- whether you are pushing your giant yellow truck up and down the sidewalks or digging in the mud, you are a lover of the out of doors for sure. You are our little boy and we love you more than we could ever express in words or writing. We can't wait to see what's next, we love you Kieran.
Your second year of life has been filled with so many changes and surprises. We sold our first home in Jefferson City in October and moved in with grandma and grandpa. You loved living there, lots of space to run, plenty of toys and of course your grandparent's love. After six months though, of living in their basement, we were all ready for our own space again.
On March 12th, on your 2nd birthday, we moved into your our new home, at 111 Brian Lane in Ashland. You have been adjusting beautifully to your new surroundings and seem completely settled in after only two weeks. You went from sleeping in the the same room with us, and often times in our bed, to your own bed in your own room. You love the open floor plan and do laps from the dining room, living room and kitchen at break-neck speeds. We are excited to get the yard grassed and fenced and spend lots of time outside this summer with you and the dogs.
The first night we slept in the new house, we converted your crib to a toddler bed, taking off one of the sides, because you had begun climbing out of your crib and we worried you would hurt yourself. I fretted that you wouldn't be able to sleep in such new and different circumstances, but you put my mind at ease the first night and slept soundly in your own big boy bed in your very own room! I still wake up at night and sneak into your room to check on you, and although sometimes you are sleeping on the floor or half in and out of your bed, you are soundly asleep and wake well rested and ready to go.
Your vocabulary has really taken off the last couple months and it is fun to hear what's on your mind! Some of your newer words include: High up top, train, wheels, tracks, top-top (helicopter), bear, ice, bum-bum (snowman), stop, go, run, play, pet, doot-doot (car), eyes, ears, nose, hair, hat, ewwws!, and bubble. You put together little sentences, such as "Stop it mom!", "I eat!", "Out of the way!" and "I want that!" or "I don't want that!" You are great at sound effects, such as screeching breaks, crash sounds and train/car noises. You also make so many animal sounds, better than mommy in fact! You get frustrated with us when we don't understand what you want, but every day you say more and more and we understand you better and better. Keep talking little one, we love to your sweet little voice and want to know what you're thinking!
Your motor skills, fine and gross, are improving in leaps and bounds every day. You may have been slow to walk, but you have made up for that by running- everywhere and you are very fast! You climb like a little monkey, which is why the crib had to go. You are a little daredevil, throwing yourself over the sofas and climbing up slides at the playground. You have mastered utensils and prefer them more and more to your fingers. You stack small blocks with ease and string large beads. You brush your teeth like a big boy and have discovered how to open doors far too easily- leading to more baby proofing on our part!
You spend your week days at Tori's house with her twin four year old children, Spencer and Luke. You seem to like it there, although still fuss when mommy leaves. You play trucks and cars with Luke and love the girl's huge pink doll house. You usually take good naps for Tori and eat like a champ, better than you do for mommy and daddy. When I come to pick you up in the afternoon, you run to the door, arms spread wide, yelling "Mama!!". It's the best part of my day. Next year we will send you to a Montessori preschool, but first we will have to get you ready this summer which means time to potty-train!
Kieran it has been so much fun watching you grow from an infant into a busy toddler. You are constantly on the go and keep us on our toes. You seem to be developing a temperament similar to your mothers, strong willed, persistent and loud! You look like your father more and more theses days with your intense blue-gray eyes. You have the straightest, finest, silkiest hair- could have gotten that from either one of us though ;) You make us laugh every day and try our patients pretty regularly too. When you are happy, you beam like spring sunshine and when you are mad you are a stormy little cloud that's hard to ignore. You are a lover, freely giving hugs, kisses and tickles. You love anything that goes, in particular trains. You are becoming a TV addict, something we are going to have to work on- Car's is your newest favorite show. You can't get enough outside time- whether you are pushing your giant yellow truck up and down the sidewalks or digging in the mud, you are a lover of the out of doors for sure. You are our little boy and we love you more than we could ever express in words or writing. We can't wait to see what's next, we love you Kieran.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Kieran's belated birthday!
This blog is a little late in coming. Kieran's 2nd birthday was March 12th, the day we moved into our new home so we postponed the party till the following Saturday so we could have it at the house. The party was a great success with lots of family, friends, gifts and far too much delicious food! We only just now got internet access up and running, so I didn't have an opportunity to post about the party until now.
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| What else but a train cake?! For his second birthday, in honor of Kieran's love of all things train, I made him a train cake complete with engine and cars! It was a big success! |
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| Family members enjoy the spread- thank you so much to Sandy, Mom and Joyce for bringing so much great food! |
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| The menfolk partake of the goodies! |
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| Grandma Sandy and Aaron's boys. |
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| The grandmas and kids at the train table- a source of delight and frustration for everyone ;) |
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| Aaron's boys were fascinated with the dogs and although the dogs were thrilled at first to get some attention, they weren't quite sure what to think about hours of so much love! |
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| The Rother clan taking the shibas for an afternoon stroll. |
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| Dad trying to free a toy car from it's packaging... Kieran looks so serene and happy- too bad it didn't last! |
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| The grown ups playing with a frog puppet/washcloth. Although he wasn't too interested at the time, Kieran loves this thing at bath time now! |
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| The kids playing nice (for a very short time) with some stringing beads. |
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| When Kieran wasn't crying, he watched Cars off and on through out the party. |
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| All the gifts, people and sugar proved to be too much for our intense little man. |
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| A single tear and a pink bow- what a great look! |
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| Uncle Furcin got in on the gift-unwrapping as Kieran wasn't too interested in this aspect of the party. |
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| Jaron with the big red bow- he is so great with Kieran. |
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| Amongst the gifts... |
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| What a funny face! Kieran really did love the cake, although he could hardly wait for the candles to blown out to grab a train car and start gnawing on it! |
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| Cutting and dolling out the cake- mmm, green tastes soooo good! |
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| Kieran with his train car cupcake and flanked by his many toy car gifts. |
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| Blue frosting is about all Kieran ate of his cake. |
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| This time last year it was all hands, but 12 months later he has nearly mastered spoons and forks- what a big boy we have! |
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| Presley loved the cake too and was quite bit tidier with her's the Kieran! |
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