Monday, 23 April 2012

Toys!

We are realizing that our Asher might need a few more toys in his life. He has two baskets full of things… but mostly it’s all soft toys: bears and loveys and play mats that were given to him as an infant. We certainly don’t have an infant anymore! When we pull out his baskets of ‘toys’, he mostly glances at them, then makes a beeline for a laptop to bang on or a kitchen spatula to chew on. He carried a plastic ladle to church yesterday. Clutched it all morning long in his tiny little fist. But when we went down to the crèche (nursery), he dropped the ladle and busily got to work, playing with all of the fun toys. I know it’s partly the novelty of a bucket of new toys, things he’s never seen before and all. But he was manipulating things, and surprisingly, not chewing on everything.

Today we ran into Toys R Us to pick up a few things for him. But as we walked up and down the isles, I just couldn’t make a decision. Collin was pressing all the buttons, making things light up and play music. I felt like I was on sensory overload. I wanted to go sit in the warm car in the silence.  And the toys, y’all, they were just ugly. Why can’t toys for a 1 year old be nice and cute and clever? Do these types of toys exist? Were we just at the wrong store? And why does a small, play cell phone cost £15?! I really think I need to lower my expectations.

Another indicator that Asher should have more toys: I was talking to my sister and she mentioned that my nephew’s first word was “ball”. I sheepishly admitted that Asher didn’t even have a ball and she, as a coach’s wife, mother of two boys who are already stellar athletes, and the daughter of an athlete/avid sports fan, was APPALLED.

We’re working on it, little man. Hopefully you will soon have something more to play with than the kitchen whisk. :)

Sunday, 15 April 2012

15th April

Collin and I made home-made salsa yesterday and even though it was only 10:30 in the morning, we both stood over the stove and shovelled in the Mexi-goodness that we had created. It was so good; fresh with just a little bit of a kick. I was planning to go to tea (a proper afternoon tea with fancy sandwiches, scones, lemon tarts, etc.) with some girlfriends later in the day, so I had a mid morning snack of Texas-style salsa and a late lunch full of British teacakes. Just trying to keep every area of life in a nice balance, y'all. :)

In other foodie news, we made pinto beans, cornbread and okra this past week and it made me miss my Grandma. While my sister and I were growing up, Grandma would make us this meal every time we went to visit her. And I do mean every.time. Now I am incapable of eating this meal without thinking of her.

Totally not food related, but because I’m obsessed with my son, here’s the obligatory Asher news:
At this moment, he is crawling around the living room, squealing, in just a diaper and t-shirt because he's decided he's just too busy to sit still for some measly ol' pants to be put on him. It's like wrestling an alligator just to get the diaper on. Last night I brushed his hair into a mohawk and taught him how to stick out his tongue. He's becoming a real rebel, my 9 month old.

Friday, 13 April 2012

At 9 Months

Sometimes Asher will go an entire afternoon, 3-4 hours, and never, not once, let go of his blue octopus.

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In between bouts of us saying, “No, Asher… don’t pull Mama’s hair! It hurts Mama…” this is one that turned out good.

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Asher has started doing things that he thinks are funny… this is one of them. He thinks it’s absolutely hilarious when he bites this bottle top so that it makes a pig nose… he just laughs whenever he does it… and so do we.

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Sweet boy…

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Asher has decided that he likes sitting on the couch very much. He thinks he’s a big boy when he gets to hang out with the grown ups on their level :).

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On Easter we put Asher in one of my old baby outfits… it was blue with embroidered bunnies and smocking across the front of it. It’s kind of poofy, but Asher didn’t seem to mind.

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Thursday, 12 April 2012

So we don’t forget

Our Asher is over 9 months old now and we feel like time is just flying and he is growing so quickly. Everyday he does something new or funny that we want to be able to remember. Last night, as we were drifting off to sleep, I was telling Collin 3 or 4 funny things Asher had done yesterday, wanting us both to enjoy it all, knowing that our boy will soon be out this baby phase. Usually the only time he will sit still and cuddle with me is when I give him his milk 3 times a day and I really just soak him up during those times. So, for our memories, we’re writing a few things down:

Asher has been using his voice a lot lately with squeals, laughing out loud and lots of whining. Oh the whining. And clinging to our legs as we stand in the kitchen. He’s also figured out how to make a few consonant sounds. Here’s the conversation that has been happening between Asher and me for days now:

“Asher, say Mama. Ma ma ma ma. You’re such a smart boy! Say Mama.”
”Dada!”
”Oh, good job, little man. You said Dada. Now, say Mama.”
”Dada!”

I’m not kidding you. It’s pretty hilarious. And so, so cute. One day I was feeding Asher dinner at the kitchen table and Collin walked in from work. Asher threw both hands in the air and exclaimed, “Dada!” Collin about lost it. Asher was wrapping Dad around his little finger just a little tighter. We think at that point he was just practicing his new sounds, but now it’s like he’s really figuring out that those sounds belong to his daddy. It’s pretty fun to watch his little brain put it all together.

Asher has also learned to wave this past week! Our back door is glass and he likes to sit in front of it and look out at the back garden. If there are kids playing back there, he will sit for a long time and just watch them while they run around and play. Otherwise, he will sit and watch the birds as they land in the yard and fly off. I’ve been waving to the birds and saying “Hi, birdy!” Finally, I could see the little wheels turning in his head last weekend as he lifted his arm when I started waving. But still no wave. Then we had some friends over for brunch and as they were leaving, we were standing at the door saying goodbye. Eric and Nicki were waving and saying bye, and sure enough, Asher waved! So cute. Collin and I about freaked out, but tried to keep our composure in order to not look like the complete fools that we are in front of our friends. Then we closed the door and giggled and hugged and kissed on Asher.

The other thing that seems to be dominating our days is eating. The boy is just going to town on the food. We have got to get him eating more of the same foods we are eating because I can’t keep up with all of this separate food preparation. Every time I get food out of the freezer for him, I’m running out of something. My list of things to replenish is growing and he’s just eating more and more. The newest items added to his repertoire have been brown rice, grapes and fish. He still really does not like lumps or chunks in his food. He gags A LOT if I try to give him anything that hasn’t been pulsed pretty well with the food processor. They say this is normal, but it really seems to put him off and he often won’t continue eating. So for now I am continuing with the pureeing, and gently encouraging him to eat things less pureed. I’m not fretting, after all, all kids go to college eating real food, right Christy? ;)

Asher is also crawling like nobody’s business, just moving so quickly. He now knows how to climb the stairs, so out came the baby gates. He’s also pulling up on everything… couches, crib, chairs, the back of my legs, even the wall. He’s definitely cruising and moving from one end of the couch to the other. And he’s getting his 6th tooth and the 7th looks like it’s not going to be too far behind.

Sleep is a bit wonky right now as we are trying everything we can think of to get Asher to sleep past 5.30am. I know it’s not THAT early, but for this night owl, it’s early. He takes two solid naps every day and sleeps from bedtime until morning. Occasionally he will wake up in the middle of the night, crying out, and he always goes right back to sleep with a quick pat, usually from daddy. (Seriously, dad of the year award, just for that little blessed gesture of getting up in the night.)

Okay, that’s enough. Any longer of a post and no one will ever read it, not even us! If you’re still reading, you must be Asher’s aunt or grandparent! :)