Jul 2010 Update

Our 'little bubba' (said in the Forrest Gump voice) is growing up. I have come to realize this summer that he's at the BIG TRUCK stage. Semi's, buses, trains, heavy equipment, fire trucks, police cars--you name it--he's INTO it!

We went garage sale-ing today because he needs more summer clothes. But as my luck usually goes, there weren't a lot of garage sales. And the few we found had kids toys, but not really any kids clothes. We still managed to spend $15 on a set of construction trucks and accessories, a life jacket, a handful of shorts, 2 winter weight PJs, a sit and spin, and a fire engine that is driven by Curious George. Needless to say, he's in 7th heaven right now with his new toys.

He also recently discovered marbles (or eye balls as he calls them). I must remember to buy some small ones. He can use them with his construction toys.

One thing that has really struck me lately are the few times he randomly came up to me and said that he was "happy". The first time he ever said it (recently) we were talking about dreams. I asked if he dreams about Ava, and Meyer, and other kids from daycare. And then I asked if he ever dreams of being naughty. And he looked at me, shook his head, and said "I happy momma". I felt like he was trying to tell me that he lives a happy life and does not have any bad dreams because of it. It touched me. And I realized that is the ultimate compliment a young child can pay to his parents.

And not that parenting has been easy this summer. His daddy has been working away from home. We only see him on weekends, and sometimes we don't even get to do that due to his military training. I guess this is practice for when he deploys to the real deal next year. It's been a bit challenging to stay caught up at work, but for the time being, I'm putting the priority on my home and family life. If my bosses don't like that, then I suppose they'll get rid of me (especially with the current economical environment to use as a good excuse--or even a valid excuse). I suppose there are worse things that could happen to a person, right? (Genocide, murder, cancer, abduction, a car accident...See? There are worse things than being unemployed and homeless :-)

One good thing that has surfaced recently is that my toddler moved down to the Panda Room. This means that the weekly tuition rate dropped somewhat. Yesss!! However, they are treating him like he's potty trained, and he is nowhere close to being trained. (Another subject for a different day!). So he goes through a lot of clothes in one day.

Unfortunately, we will probably pull him out when Kevin's done with his current Orders in September. Daddy will be the daycare until he finds work or deploys--whichever comes first. But it will be a good chance for the two of them to bond before deployment.

Well, off to hook up the sprinkler for little legs to run and jump through. Perhaps I'll keep my blog updated regularly now. My goal is to get in the habit of updating so that Kevin can keep tabs while he's away.

First Entry

I'm not exactly sure if I'm going to keep this blog. Since I have family that live out of town, I thought I would give this a try. Mostly to track Aidan's progress growing up and keep everyone informed on what my family is up to.

Aidan will turn 2 shortly after the new year. No! It can't be, but it's true, the sweet little cuddly baby moments are behind us. But I'm very happy to report that we still have sweet cuddly moments occasionally.

Since this might motivate me to get out his baby book and update it, here are the things I want to remember about Aidan at this stage...


The way he points to smoke or steam and says "hOt"...with a long, loud emphasis on the "OT" sound....even when he sees steam from the paper plant while driving to Horrocks in the car.

Whenever someone asks him for a kiss, he gives a kiss, then immediately turns to everyone within a 6 foot radius to give them kisses too. (Including the kitty).

He almost successfully put his sock on this week.

He LOVES having his own blankets. Since last summer, he's always referred to any of his blankets as his "baby". When he goes to bed at night, he balls up his baby and shoves it under his belly. I think I've come to the conclusion that he's hoarding it...so nobody will take it when he sleeps. lol

He enjoys watching Yo Gabba Gabba. But I've noticed that just about all of the old Noggin (now Nickelodeon Jr) shows will hold his attention.

He now announces to us when he poops in his diaper. So let the potty training begin.

He has trouble saying Kitty Cat, and it sounds more like: kitta kitta kitta kitta.

He throws tantrums anytime we have to leave a park or playground.

He loves to eat sweet potatoes. It's about the only thing that I know he'll eat consistently.

I could go on forever, but that's enough for now. My friend Renee is in town and we're off to go visit the Roses.