Goodbye Park

Sunday was a fabulously wonderful fall winter day.  The temp must have been close to 50 degrees.  I've given up all hope for a white Christmas, but at least we got outside to enjoy the weather.  I went for a run with Brockway while little boys napped and big boys watched a Packer game.  Then I insisted that we all go to the park and play for the last hour of daylight.  

Little boys and a mamma had fun swinging on the swings.  Daddy snapped some photos and Brockway got to run around off leash, because we had the playground all to our selves.

When the shadows were so long they were all but gone we started the journey home and Adam turned to the playground and said, "Goodbye park."  Yes park, goodbye.  Thanks for all of the wonderful time we spent there in 2011!  We look forward to many more in 2012.

Then daddy grilled us burgers while Adam played in the backyard.  Sand angels were made and basket ball was played by the outside lights.  If I didn't look at the calendar I wouldn't have guessed it was the end to a December day.

I need more take

My conversation with Adam while wrapping presents this weekend.
Adam, "I need take.  More take please."
Me, "What did you just say?"
"Take"
"Adam this is very serious, Mommy and Daddy make tape at work.  So you have to get this right, it's t-a-P-e"
"tapppe"
"Much better."
"More take please"

Dentist Visit

Today I left work telling my coworker, "I'll be back in 15 minutes, I'm taking Adam to the dentist for the first time and all they'll probably do is count his teeth and send us home."  I couldn't have been more wrong.  Adam was amazing.  He wasn't scared at all and he did such a good job opening wide for the hygienist and dentist.  He got his teeth cleaned with the crazy gritty tooth paste and electronic tooth brush, they flossed in between his teeth and he even let them give him a fluoride treatment with the trays- one at a time because his little mouth can't fit both trays in at once.  He became an expert with the suction and sat very still while the dentist poked around for a few seconds in his mouth.

After tons of praise to my cute little guy in such a huge big chair the dentist warned me to get my "ortho fund" started, because Adam already has crowding with his baby teeth.  Mom and Dad both had braces, so I'd be more surprised if he hadn't told me that.

Pulling Up

Eli is getting more and more mobile and into more and more things.  Tonight while we ate dinner Eli roamed around on the floor.  Dave and I watched as he tried over and over to get into our pantry cabinet from his tummy lying position.  He grabbed the door to open it and realized his body was in the way so he would lean his head back as far as he could, but it wasn't far enough and he couldn't get it open enough.  I just feel like he's too resourceful for 7 months old.  

Then there's the constant mad dash for the bathroom.  Those potty toys and the little person potty are just too interesting and honestly gross for a baby to touch.  Dave heard him making a break for it and so he yelled "Eli, where are you going."  And what does our little stinker do?  He turns, smiles at Dad, and then starts the army crawl sprint toward the bathroom.

Tonight he also pulled himself up on the lego table and played with his brother.  Ugh... I keep saying it, but I'm not ready.  Stay little baby!

Santa

Adam and Eli did the meet and greet with Santa this Saturday at 3M's annual Children's Christmas Party.  My aunt's Christmas Tea event always falls the same day and time as the Children's Christmas Party, so I opted to spend time with my aunts and cousins and Dave took the boys by himself.  They came home with new toys and Adam got to tell Santa that he wants a tricycle and a wagon.  Eli was not such a fan!

At daycare there is a little Santa figure on the wall behind plexiglass and Adam won't let anyone open it up for fear that Santa will runaway.  So I asked Adam in the van on the way to Brooke and Andy's tonight about that Santa.

"Adam, where is the Santa at daycare going to go if you let him out?"
"He's going to runaway"
"Where is he going to runaway too?"
"Outside"
"Why Outside?"
"He's going to get in the car."
"And where is he going to go in the car?"
"To Christmas.  Santa is going to Christmas."