Kent and I went to the "Boo at the Zoo" with some friends yesterday. His favorite thing by far was the toddler maze.
There was a nice little path that I thought was PERFECT for taking pictures, but of course, Kent was more interested in the crunchy leaves and the broken fence than smiling for mommy. I can't say that I blame him...I still like getting a good crunch out of the leaves.
Ok, so this is a little late since he turned one more than two weeks ago. It still seems kind of surreal to me that we now have a toddler on our hands. He is walking everywhere and getting into everything. His vocabulary is growing also. He has calmed down a bit with saying "what's that?" Right now his favorite words are "uh-oh" and "vacuum." I thought it would be so cute to let him eat his own piece of pie on his birthday. Seriously, what is cuter than a chubby baby face covered in food? I just didn't think about the mess I would be left with when I gave it to him.
Please take note of how he is sitting in this picture. We like to call it the "frog stance."
The Saturday after his birthday we had a little party for him since my parents came up to visit. I was feeling a little ambitious, so I made a turtle cake. It was my first time making fondant so it definitely was far from perfect, but it was fun and not as intimidating as I originally thought it would be.
Luckily for me he wasn't sure about the fondant so I had less of a mess to clean up afterwards.
If any of you know Brendon and me very well, then you know that we are HORRIBLE when it comes to phone calls, returning emails, blogging, and the list goes on. I guess we have a problem with communication in general. We are going to try to be better...or at least I am. Brendon has a pretty good excuse for the lack of communication because he has been studying like a mad man this semester. You see how he is crouched over reading in the picture? Well, that is how he looks all the time. As for me, I don't have much of an excuse since I'm home all the time. It's not like I'm sitting on my bum eating bon bons all the time...Kent definitely keeps me busy. I feel like I'm cleaning up his messes, changing his diapers, and fishing objects out of his mouth all the time. No matter how clean I keep the house that kid somehow ends up finding something to stick in his mouth to plug up his little throat. Just today he choked on a milk cap, threw up everywhere, and then cried after I took it away. I don't understand his fascination with putting small objects in his mouth, but I hope it ends soon.
Brendon and I finally got around to painting Kent’s room. We’ve been here nearly nine months so I figured that I couldn’t use the excuse of moving and having a new baby forever. I wish I hadn’t waited because it probably would have been much easier to do the painting before Kent became mobile since he likes to get into EVERYTHING. To solve this little problem we decided to put him in his Bumbo while we painted. It seemed to work for a while, but every time we turned around he would be playing with a tool or something that wasn’t even close to being within his grasp. We just couldn’t figure out how he was getting it all. I just figured that sometimes he just ends up with things and I don’t even want to know how he gets a hold of them, but in this case I’m glad I found out. The little sneak stood up in his Bumbo, then grabbed what he wanted and sat back down again. I couldn’t help but laugh at how the Bumbo stuck to his bum when he stood up. It was so freaking cute!
Well...almost. A couple weeks ago our poor little kitty came home to us with a bloody foot. His toe had been chopped off (it was a clean cut straight through the bone), but we aren't entirely sure what happened. Apparently there is a gentleman in our neighborhood who has set up traps for cats in order to keep them out of his yard, so we are slightly suspicious of him. It has healed pretty nicely since then, but it was definitely a traumatic experience.
So those of you who know Brendon very well won't be surprised at all with his new "side business" --chameleon breeding. We now have eleven baby chameleons. When I married Brendon I always knew we would have a zoo...I just didn't expect it to happen so soon!
We FINALLY got our washing machine fixed this week. It conveniently stopped working a couple weeks ago while my dad was trying to wash some of his clothes the night before he flew back to Switzerland. To make a long story short, we had a repair man tell us that we needed to replace the mother board. After two weeks of dealing with their incompetence and dishonesty, I decided to call another company and they fixed it right away. It turns out that there was a nursing pad blocking the pump. I was a tad upset that the other company wanted to go to such extremes as to replace the mother board for a blocked pump. Anyway...I'm just glad that I was finally able to do some laundry.
