Friday, October 29, 2010

ROAR!: A Little Lion Trial Run

When I got the invite from my alumna association, I knew that trick-or-treating on sorority row would be the perfect chance to break in Barrett's Halloween costume and squeeze in some extra fall festivities before Christmas season starts.  Because I am definitely planning to start listening to the all-carols-all-the-time radio station, as soon as it starts up, which I think is before Thanksgiving!  Yay!

Anyway, the sorority row trick-or-treat is great~ the police limit the street to pedestrian traffic and all of the girls at each house dress up and pass out candy to the kiddos.

We loaded Barrett up in his little red wagon and were on our way~
I waaaaayyyy underestimated the crowd -- there were kids everywhere and even a pretty decent "line" to walk up to each house.  Hm.  Mental note to go earlier next year. 
Barrett was overwhelmed by all the swarming kids.  He usually gets shy around children who are older than him and a little too curious about kids that are younger than him -- he can't keep his hands off his baby cousins!

We visited with friends and had lots of fun, even though Barrett was burning up under all that lion fur and we ended up unzipping his little costume to let him catch a breeze! 

Luckily, the lion costume still came out fluffy after the handwash cycle on our washing machine... 
Halloween night will be cooler, so hopefully he'll be more comfortable.  In the meantime, we're teaching him to say ROAR, which is adorable, but rarely occurs on cue at the crucial "trick-or-treat" moment.  Oh well~~

What's in a Name?

Well, after much consideration, we decided not to name our daughter Ida, even though it means we're giving up endless fodder for "I declare" jokes.  I hope no one is too disappointed.

We've been going around and around for months now and I just couldn't settle in on a name. 
Vivienne??  (my favorite secret baby girl name since way before Angelina used it) 
Elaine or Virginia?  (family names)
Madeline or Charlotte? 
Gertrude?  Just kidding, we weren't considering that last one.

It is hard to choose a name for a child -- you want it to grow with them, so that it equally suits an infant, little girl, and future Supreme Court Justice, or whatever career path she chooses.  It must be feminine and elegant, but not too common or cutesy.  Lots of pressure, huh?

This happened to me last pregnancy too.  I am normally very in touch with my opinions and can easily decide what I want -- this skill is very handy when picking out paint colors or other stuff for the house.  However, all of that good sense flies out the window when its time to choose a child's name.  This frustrates me to no end, and I just end up annoyed with myself for my failure to make a decision.  For goodness sake, I have a whole stack of blank baby clothes sitting beside my monogramming machine, just waiting, so it is decision time!!  At the extreme grace of my friends, family, and most especially Kristopher, who all discussed this with me ad nauseum, we've decided:

Charlotte Vivienne

So exciting~ now that I can officially put a name to the little lady who kicks and turns all day, I feel closer to her already :)

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

A Portrait in Pumpkins

Does this look like anything familiar??  No? 
After the pumpkins were all arranged on the front porch, some similarities occurred to me -- Kristopher is the tall pumpkin in the back, I'm the round pregnant pumpkin, Barrett is the little pumpkin, and baby sister is the tiny pumpkin!  See what I mean?? 

Pumpkin Patch

We made the trek to a nearby pumpkin patch with some playgroup friends, and we had so much fun! 

I can't wait until next year when he will be a little older and able to particpate in more of the activities.  Barrett was a trooper, even though he completely missed his morning nap, and it was fun to spend the day with friends~~
There was a petting zoo with Shetland ponies, piglets, cows, ducklings, sheep, and all the rest.

Plus, face painting, tractors to ride, wagons to play in, saddle swings on a zip line (!!), a huge inflatable hill for the kids to jump all over and, of course, lots of pumpkins! 
Picking out his pumpkins~~

Friday, October 8, 2010

Pedal to the Metal

Barrett has a new set of wheels -- a tricycle!  He's going through a stage where he is scared of new things and starts to cry when forced in an uncomfortable situation, ie, the tape gun we used to close boxes during the move, loud cheering for football games, and apparently, the fear of falling off his tricycle.

I was trying to stifle my giggles when I heard Kristopher emphatically tell him "There's no crying in motorcycle riding!!!"  Um, first of all, I think that was a throw back to Tom Hanks' "no crying in baseball" in A League of Their Own
It went over Barrett's head, but I appreciated it.  Barrett also didn't get the humor when I told him the other day that "no one puts Baby in the corner!" a la Patrick Swayze from Dirty Dancing
We must start Barrett's film education soon.
And second, a miniature wooden tricycle is not quite the same as a motorcycle....I guess calling it a motorcycle makes it more manly?  Sort of like how he refused to refer to Barrett's baby "gowns," and instead called them "man sacks."  Whatever makes you feel better, babe :)
Anyway, he got the hang of it quickly, and then he was off!

I think all this this practice taking steps on his own (without holding my fingers) will help him learn to walk.  Even if it doesn't, he is so cute scooting around on his little tricycle. 

See ya later, alligator!

Friday, October 1, 2010

A Year in Numbers

Diapers changed: 3,420

1 month

Doses of medicine administered: 1,975

2 months

Meals fed: 1,580

3 months

Number of blackbeans he can eat in a sitting: 34

4 months

Number of cheerios he can eat: apparently, unlimited

5 months

Doctor visits since birth: 29

6 months, baptism

Teeth: 6

7 months

Number of boy cousins within 12m of Barrett's age: 5

8 months

Number of states visited: 4

9 months

Hospital stays (including birth): 3

10 months

Near-misses where Barrett almost got to Sassy's dog food: 2

11 months

Number of times he actually got to her food before we took up the dog bowls: 1

12 months

Number of heart-bursting feelings whenever he tries something new, smiles when I walk into the room, squeals on the swingset, gives kisses, and says mama: too many to count~~