Lincoln- Month Twelve

Hey Shorty, it's your birthday!  We made it a whole year Linc(k)y boy!  I was so nervous to have a boy, but all things considered, you have been way easier than your sister.  I am starting to see a little bit of sass (or whatever the name for it is in boy speak) coming out in you, but you are still Mommy's sweet little boy.  





You are all boy though.  No one is going to stop you from running, jumping, climbing, or plowing into whatever you have your heart set on.  You are a force to be reckoned with, and I think that stubbornness may just come from me.  We get into battles of will, and it takes you A LONG TIME to back down.  Your dad and Nana keep telling me just to do things differently so that we don't have these stand-offs, but I don't want you to think that everyone is going to accommodate you your whole life, so this is a lesson that is best learned now: sometimes you have to do things other people's way--just because they said to do it.  It may be your Mommy.  It may be a teacher.  It may be your boss.  It doesn't really matter who the person is.  What matters is that you learn to take orders so that someday you can give orders.

You are curious about everything that we do, and you have a mechanical mind.  You already are figuring stuff out by watching us do things once.  I know that the cabinet locks at our house are going to have to be changed soon, you almost have it figured out.  I am just hoping that when you do figure it out, it's the pans not the dishes that hit the floor.  

You are very adventurous.  When we go somewhere new, you want to check everything out and look at/touch everything.  You were especially curious about all of the different wine racks and bottles at the house we stayed in for Amanda and Cory's wedding.  I finally had to move everything out of your reach because you were bound and determined that you could be in charge of moving everything and finding a new spot.

You weigh 24 pounds and one ounce and are 29.5 inches longs.  You are growing like a weed, and the doctor said that we can keep doing whatever we are doing.  You have the chunkiest thighs, but you get them honestly so I can't complain.  


You traveled to: You had a pretty busy month.  We were gone more than we were at home, but it was super fun nonetheless.  We went to East Texas for Landry's first birthday party. You went to Melinda's wedding.  You went to Kyle, TX for Cory and Amanda's wedding (notice that you were out there for the garter toss).  In between there, we kept the roads hot at home running around for various parties and practices.  It was CRAZY, but you road it out like a champ!








You Eat: Everything an anything.  As soon as your birthday rolled around, we gave you cake, eggs, and anything else you wanted.  How could we deny you?  You are the best eater ever, and you deserve to try what you've been missing out on.  The best part is that even though you have had sugar and salt, you still eat baby food and other stuff if we feed it to you...it's like you are magical!

You Like: playing outside, going for walks in the stroller,  drinking things from a straw, eating anything we give you, snuggling with Mommy (unless you'd rather be running), comfort nursing, walking all over the house and getting into stuff, playing with your toys (or Emmy's toys), getting into the cabinets at Nana's house (the plastic cup drawer is your specialty), climbing on anything that isn't gated (and climbing on the gate), general mischief, SWEETS, going to the park and getting to play on the AstroTurf, playing hide and seek, and all your new toys (dump truck and slide are your favorites).

You Dislike: the word No, being kept up past your bedtime, being alone in the dark while you are awake, being hungry, being told no, having to be patient, lying down to take a nap (but you love sleep once you are out for the count), getting your diaper changed (you want to grab, roll, and move everything that you have going on),  having your speed impeded,  and not getting to grab anything you see and put it in your  mouth.

You Say: mama, dada, buh, bye, ba, rah, nah, no, nana, pa (papa), b, and we are starting to hear you mimic more things that we say.  Your daddy swears up and down that you said puppy the other day, and I said something about Mrs. Rita and you said something that sounded just like Rita right afterward.

 Teeth: 3 (bottom middle three).  The top left is super swollen and about to come through though.


12 Months Old!! :)










Here you are week by week:












So happy that God blessed us with such a fun and sweet little boy!  I can't wait to see the world through your eyes!

Lincoln- Month Eleven

If we had a walker last month, we almost have a runner this month!  The progress that you have made in such a short time just astounds me, and I am mesmerized wondering what you will do next.  You had a lot of firsts this month.  You had your first St. Patrick's Day, spring break, and Easter.  You loved them all.  It was especially fun watching you toddle around and pick up eggs.  After you found two or three, you were good.  You just wanted to hold them in your hand like you had found a big prize.  You also got to have your first sleep-over at Nana's house when I went to Fredericksburg for Melinda's bachelorette party.  I really missed you, but you had a grand old time without me.  You did light up when I walked in the door though, so my ego was sufficiently assuaged.





You weigh 22.8 pounds (not much of a gain from last month), and you are 28.75 inches.  When Papa was holding you the other day, you looked so long.  I think you are finally stretching out again.  For a while, all of your pants were puddling by your feet, but I think that everything is finally leveling out again.


You traveled to Nana's house for a sleepover, to Houston to watch Aunt Rah-Rah try on wedding dresses, to Overton to stay with Aunt Nancy, to Gigi's house for the end of Spring Break, the farm park,  and to La Grange to take Blue Bonnet photos.  It was a really busy month for us, but you were a champ.






You Eat: ANYTHING that we put in front of you.  You were a really eager eater at daycare this month, and they let you start eating the regular lunch on most days.  They just run your food through a grinder to break it up, and you eat it all like it's going out of style.  At home, I still feed you some baby food for convenience, but you are eating food we eat too if it is soft enough.

You Like: your gumball machine that we got you for Christmas, going for walks in the stroller,  drinking things from a straw, eating "table food," snuggling with Mommy, comfort nursing, walking all over the house and getting into stuff, playing with your toys (or Emmy's toys), getting into the cabinets at Nana's house, climbing the stairs, general mischief, chewing on everything, going to the park and getting to play on the AstroTurf, playing hide and seek, and being outside.

You Dislike: teething, being sleepy (we NEED to be home by 9:00 so you can go to sleep or you are grumpy), being alone in the dark while you are awake, being hungry, being told no, having to be patient, lying down to take a nap (but you love sleep once you are out for the count), having to sit still to get dressed or get a diaper change,  getting picked up if you want to run, Maggie (and she doesn't deserve your scorn), and having to eat baby food if you want our food.

You Say: mama, dada, buh, bye, ba, rah, nah, no, and muh.

 Teeth: 3 (bottom middle three).

Your monthy photos are getting harder and harder to take.  You are a wiggly fighting little worm!










Here you are by week:

Lincoln- Month Ten

We've got ourselves a walker folks!    After many fake-outs and moments of teasing with us watching you with camera laden hands, you are finally taking steps.  We aren't running any marathons any time soon, but you can take a few steps before lowering yourself back down to your bottom.  You've been ready for a few weeks, but you just needed to build your balance and confidence.  I know that now that you can do this, things are really about to change at our house.  Most of the baby-proofing from your sister is still intact, but there are few loose ends that will need to be taken care of.  You have such a logical mind like your Daddy.  I can see you watching us as we do things and then trying to do them for yourself.  You are already trying to get into the cabinets, and your Daddy caught you trying to fit your head into the space between the gate and the stairs to try and gain entrance to your holy grail--the stairs.  You can climb up those stairs as fast as lightening.  Thankfully the first time you tried it, I was standing right behind you so I decided to see how far you could get while I was there to catch you.  YOU MADE IT TO THE TOP!  Then to make matters worse, you turned around and smiled at me like "Ha ha.  I made it."  My poor little heart isn't ready for such a charming little dare devil.




You are  22.1 lbs and 28 inches.  I think some of the weight gain can be attributed to the fact that we are letting you try all kinds of new foods lately.  I was a by-the-book kind of girl with your sister, and I have been pretty good with you until recently.  I think I have fallen off the wagon though, and I'm not sure you will let me go back.  You really love all of it, and with every fork that is brought to my lips, I can feel you staring me down for more of whatever I have.







You traveled to go buy your daddy a new car and out for dinner and shopping several times, but we were too busy with parties, church, and work to go anywhere too far from home.  Spring break is coming up though, so I'm sure I will get you out and about soon.

You Eat: any vegetables and fruits that you want (other than strawberry), chicken and turkey mixes of baby food,  and Gerber treats.  You also got to try some special things like tea (thanks Papa), banana pudding, whipped cream, refried beans, rice, avocado, and other soft things.  Your teachers and I decided that they can start letting you try some of the regular daycare food on days when it is something you could manage eating.  I can't get over how eager of an eater you are. We haven't really found anything that you don't like.

You Like: your gumball machine that we got you for Christmas (you can even pick up the balls and put them back in yourself now), going for walks in the stroller, riding in the tank carts at the store where you can see everything, drinking things from a straw, eating "table food," snuggling with Mommy, comfort nursing, walking around and showing off for your adoring audience, playing with your toys (or Emmy's toys), getting into Mommy's shelves, general mischief, using that new tooth, playing hide and seek, and being outside.

You Dislike: teething, being alone in the dark, being hungry, running out of snacks, having to be patient, lying down to take a nap (but you love sleep once you are out for the count), having to sit still to get dressed or get a diaper change, being told no, falling down while trying to walk, Maggie (and she doesn't deserve your scorn), and not being able to do your own thing.

You Say: mama, dada, buh, bye, ba, and rah.  You also make a motorboat like noise and have loud shrieks.  I also could have sworn that you said nah the other day which means the dreaded no is just around the corner.

 Teeth: 1 (bottom right).














Here you are by week:

Lincoln- Month Nine

You are now a force to be reckoned with.   You are  20.4 lbs and 27 inches.



You are a tornado that has hit us unexpectedly, and we are all grasping for straws trying to keep up with you.  You crawl at lightning speed all over the house.  You are now able to pull up on the furniture and walk along the couches.  You dive head first into the unknown, and I don't mean this metaphorically.  You actually dove into your little red car head first the other day.  I laughed until you started to cry, which brings us to all of the head traumas.  Your daddy is threatening to make you wear a helmet if you don't stop bumping your head on everything.  We counted the other evening, and you hit your head five times before I picked you up and swore to never put you back down.  When you sit at your high chair, you will excitedly bang the back of your head against the chair as we feed you.  My poor little heart cannot take the stress that you are forcing on it.

BUT--because you knew there would be a but-- you are also the sweetest little boy the world has ever known.  You cling to me in the mornings and rub my arm; you snuggle up and watch TV with me just because you want to be held.  You also give the best little kisses and hugs a girl could ask for.  So maybe being a boy mom isn't so bad.

Other than being super mobile, you are also trying all kinds of new foods.  You have tried almost all of the different Gerber puffs and yogurt bites, and you LOVE THEM ALL.  I'm pretty sure you would eat the whole bag if I let you, which I almost do at church to keep you quiet.











You traveled to GiGi's house for New Year's, but other than that, we didn't do a lot of traveling in January.  We had lots of engagements and "stuff" to do at home, so we stayed close.  It was a nice month.




You Eat: any vegetables and fruits that you want (other than strawberry), chicken baby food (usually in a mix), puffs and other Gerber treats, cream puffs (just one at your dedication party),

You Like: being held unless you want to play (and vice versa), sleeping in your bed (HALLELUJAH!), playing with your toys, the daycare ladies, your sister, going outside, your blue car, your cube toy, EATING, and seeing people that you know.

You Dislike: being alone in the dark, being hungry, running out of snacks, sitting in your car seat for one second after we have walked into the house, lying down to take a nap (but you love sleep once you are out for the count), having to sit still to get dressed or get a diaper change, being told no, and watching us eat regular food and not being able to have it too.

You Say: mama, dada, buh, bye, and rah.













Here you are by week: