09 December 2008

More from the beach

More cute Little Dude pictures from the beach.
Love how this first one shows off his dimple!

And yes, he did eat sand.
Great shot of the mohawk & du-rag!

One day, Little Dude will be BIGGER than the Daddy. And perhaps, father & son will play sand volleyball together...
By sunset, Little Dude was ready to brave the waves. For some reason, he was not too keen on the water this time.

Baby Signs

We've been using baby signs with Taison from the beginning. We do not sign everything, but there are a handful of random everyday words that we do sign for him on a not-so-regular basis. Trinhity didn't really pick up signing until she was about 11 months old... and then things just took off. So we've not been too intense with the signing. But things are about to change...

A few weeks ago, the Mama went to get Taison after he woke up from his nap. Sometimes he wakes up happy & cooing and sometimes... not so happy. This time was one of the latter instances. Mama always greets him and talks to him and says mama bế (mama hold you). The Mama has always, from day one, signed this by clapping twice and holding out her hands to him. This time, when the Mama greeted him, and said mama bế, he stopped crying, looked up, and clapped his hands!! Wow! Yay! He has done this consistently and we are confident that this sign has "stuck".

The interesting thing is that his second sign is one that he made up. He has been opening & closing his hands (the usual baby sign for 'milk') and either pointing to objects or taking our hands and moving them towards something. Bàbà was the first to recognize that he was signing. She thought that he meant "more". But as we observed him and interacted with him, we have come to the conclusion that he is trying to communicate "want".

We knew he was a good communicator... but now, he is initiating signing with us. How cool is that?

04 December 2008

First Steps

Today. Today, Taison took his first steps.

We've been practicing for a while. He's pretty stable on his feet and he loves to be finger walked... demands it actually. But he has been hesitant to try to walk on his own. You can see it in his eyes. We usually place him at arm's length, hold our arms out to him, and tell him to come to us. He looks. He smiles a big smile, the kind with the twinkle in eyes. And then he lunges into our arms. His feet usually doesn't move. But he lunges with all his weight and all he's worth into our arms and laughs. He understands the game and what we are trying to do. This morning, he looked into my eyes and then took one, two, three steps into my arms. We repeated this several times, with hugs, hoorays, and hand-claps at the end.

Now. Now, the fun will begin... as well as the real work.

01 December 2008

The Pumpkin Patch

The very much belated pumpkin patch photos. They are a bit late, but they were just too sweet to not post. We have our own special little pumpkin patch that we have been going to for the past two years: TGRExotics. If it is up to the parentals, this place will be an annual fall tradition since we just love it. We hope the kids do not outgrow this place too soon. We went twice this year. The first time with some neighbors, and the second time with Bàbà.

They have all sorts of pumpkins... the good eatin' kind!

...the good playing with kind...

...and the good taking pictures with kind.

But what makes this place unique is the animals. Little Dude got to pet baby kangaroos & pot bellied pigs.

His favorite by far was the coatimundi, a Latin American raccoon. He wanted so desperately to crawl into the cage with his new furry friend!

Last but not least, the nap shots. We take lots of naps. The best place to nap is on top of the Daddy, of course!

IAH & Continental

At IAH on Friday, November 21, 2008 at approximately 11AM.
I came. I waited. I entertained the masses.

On the flight to Cancun I was a "lap child". In the old days, that meant I got a free ride. But times have changed. People have changed. It is a tough world out there and it is best to learn at a young age that there are no free rides, no free meals.
Everyone pays.
My ticket for the 2hr flight from Houston to Cancun? $250.

The parentals timed the flights around our nap schedules and I did eventually sleep. But only after a 20 minute screaming session. The Daddy walked me. The Mama ended up nursing me... while standing... in the galley during the meal service. After I spat up all over her shirt. Gotta love the Mama.

¡Ay, caramba Cancun!

For those of us not fluent in Spanish, the definition of ay caramba from Wikipedia:
Ay, caramba! (Spanish pronunciation: [ˈai kaˈɾamba]) comes from the Spanish interjection ¡ay! (denoting surprise or pain) and caramba (a minced oath, a euphemism for carajo), which is an exclamation of disgust or surprise in Latin American Spanish
And in English, that meant that the parentals had a really tough time in Cancun. Why? Well... because of me... more specifically, because of these:

Teeth. Yup. I had a horrid week of teething in Cancun. Despite being doped up on Tylenol, I was up several times a night screaming. I went to bed most nights at 6PM and woke up at 5:30AM with a few screaming sessions in between. So the Mama had dinner via room service for 4 nights while the Daddy got the pleasure of catching the sunrise the entire week.

Thank goodness I am so darn CUTE and smart enough to know it. The parentals were hurting pretty badly last week and this weekend but I think they will forgive me.

On a serious note, we learned a valuable lesson here... never, NEVER vacation with TWO young kids who are sleeping on different schedules. It was a really rough week and we are exhausted. But it was fabulous to see Uncle Scott & Aunt Tina as well as all the Clark cousins... they know how to vacation in style. Between the screaming fits & sleep deprivation, we ate like princes and enjoyed the luxury of a gorgeous resort, the Moon Palace Grand. And we got a couple of great shots of the little Crumbly on the beach as well.

more pix & blogging to come. soon. really.

oh, and there are still pumpkin patch pictures in the the draft folder that need to be posted... [sigh]

i love my mama

El Mojito

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