Avery-isms
December 1st, 2008
Yes, yes, I know we’ve been very bad at updating.
Ave is a funny little man, he is. And we have to be very careful about what we say to him these days too. For example, he now tells me “1 second” and holds up his little pointer finger. He also goes N-n-n-n-n-nn-no-no-no-no, copying the way we say it. And he frequently tries to put us in time out and tell’s us “no pushing” when we try to move him from somewhere he’s not supposed to be. We’re still having a lot of problems with him biting. Self-defense biting is down, but excitement and random play biting is up. However, when he does bite (and he knows he’s not supposed to) he looks at you with his cute eyes and with the most excitement ever says, “Hi!!”. He keeps saying “Hi!!” all cute like “I just bit you? I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m really cute.”
1 comments »President-Elect Barack Obama
November 4th, 2008
“America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves: If our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made? This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.”
-Barack Obama
1 comments »Makes towah.
September 29th, 2008
We call this one “Temple of the guy”. BBllbbblllBBblbBbll.
cooler than a cucumber
September 28th, 2008
Updates soon?
September 26th, 2008
As you can see, we’ve been busy, but hopefully there will be some updates soon…
1 comments »swings
September 18th, 2008
0 comments »Blackberry picking
August 5th, 2008
Saturday we went blackberry picking at Busy Bee Farm down near Pittsboro. Avery quickly caught on about which ones to pick. Surprisingly, he actually put a few in the bucket before stuffing his face with purply-goodness. He was quite a sight to be seen after the picking. Mouth covered in purple, hands covered in purple with juice running down both arms, blackberries all over his clothes. If we’re still here this time next year, we’ll definitely go again, early maybe, so we can get blueberries at the same time.
Learned a new one.
August 4th, 2008
Avery: …whine, whine, whine!, whine, whine… (flops down on floor, starts a tantrum)
Corey: Avery, use your words.
Avery: Word.
Word count
July 31st, 2008
Someone this afternoon asked if I was keeping track of all the words Ave is saying and milestones. My first reaction was no, and I have an empty book and box full of stuff waiting to be put together into an album. Then I remembered the website and realized I should put something up before I forget. He’s actually just in the last few weeks putting together 2 words.
First word: Uh-oh or Dada
- Uh-oh
- Mama
- Daddy
- Up
- Cup
- Truck
- Duck
- Book
- Pig
- Birdie
- Bee
- A-B-C-D-E-O-P-S
- Da (yes)
- poop
- pee-pee
- potty
- eight
- two
- go
- what
- hmm?
- hippo
- baa-baa (sheep)
- fly (butterfly)
- doggie
- cleaning
- vacuum/vac
- plug
- berry
- egg/eggs
- guy
- baby
- bath
- belly
- eye
- bus
- apple
- cookie
- pop (popsicle)
- boom
- aaaww (when giving hugs)
- water
- please
- thanks
- No whining
- all done (puts spoon in bowl and hands it to you)
- mama up
- I’m cleanin’ (copied from daycare kid when sweeping with the little broom)
- mama go/dada go
- ticka ticka ticka (tickle)
We swear we’ve heard him try some curse words (he’s got things ending in -uck down pretty good), so we’ll have to watch what we’re f*cking saying.
in carseat with shortbread cookie
July 14th, 2008
viewing maples
July 10th, 2008
Random thoughts
July 3rd, 2008
Cleaning up a carseat full of puke is the universe’s way of repaying you for all the evil things you did to your parents when you were young.
Fingerpainting!
June 27th, 2008
His first instinct was to eat the blue gooey paint, but quickly discovered the wonders of fingerpaint. I think his highchair yogurt painting experience came in handy. We won’t discuss the red paint all over the feet and floor.
Our first refrigerator art!
All hail the duplos.
June 24th, 2008
Freaking loves the “bocks”. But more than the “bocks” (Lego Duplos), he loves the “guy” as we call him. We need to get some back-up “guys” because he’s going to freak-out when the “guy” gets lost. When I can’t find him, we go around the house calling “guuuuuy!, guuuuuuy!”. Unfortunately, he never makes it easy and answers back.
Like father, like son.
June 24th, 2008
Who knew sleeping like this was genetic?
