YOGA buddy

Grant has watched me do yoga a few times...

Where does he get his undying independence from?

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Setting: 6:30 AM Saturday morning. Mom's shift continues...

Original plan: Feed Grant his typical plain yogurt and berries for breakfast.
Revised plan: Just give him the dang spoon and let him get yogurt all over himself, his pajamas, me, the floor, his face and high chair.

Lesson learned: Some things are just not worth fighting for, especially at 6:30 in the moring.
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Possible diagnosis: Oppositional
defiant disorder... OR... "just a phase"

The cold, hard, truth: Grant is just like his mother, so move over and let him do it HIS way.

I got to thinking: Wow, when I actually step back and let him feed himself, he really does a pretty decent job. It's usually my micro-managing and "teaching" that causes the crying, the flying food and a very unhappy little boy, not to mention a crazy mama.


Here's to a perfectly healthy, developing little boy!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WILL!

Will is still a young chicken... waaaaayyyy younger than me! He turned the big 29 today and was home in Seattle to celebrate. Grant and I really enjoyed our time with him and we were sad to see him leave after 2 short days here. We want him to know just how important he is to us both. We love all the little things, like playing hide and seek in our studio apartment, wrestling, tickling and eating chocolate cake. The 30 mile bike ride yesterday was also pretty sweet, especially since Will was the one to pull Grant in the trailer.

We love you, Will/ Daddy. It was so much fun to spend the weekend with you! Hope you had a great birthday here in Seattle.

Had a bad day...

This is one unhappy little guy. His "bad day" actually started on Friday evening- he was lethargic and cranky and didn't want to eat. He usually loves the bus ride home, but as you can see... he was not entertained. That night he really didn't sleep and came down with a temperature.

His fever came and went over the weekend as he lived on baby tylenol and bananas. I assumed he was just teething. Yesterday, he couldn't even play- everything made him upset. Poor Coehn tried his best to be accomadating, but Grant was not in the mood to be fair.

To make his bad day even worse, Grant had a head-on collision with the wall during a quick game of catch me if you can. Interesting that he hit the same spot that just finished recovering from the last bump.

He has been unable to part with his blankie and threw a fit when I wouldn't let him take it in the bath. Diagnosis for such a cranky little boy? Grant could have Roseola (sp?), a viral infection similar to chicken pox. The doctor said I should watch for a rash that may appear tomorrow. This is one unlucky kiddo.

Here's what you're missin', Honey

Just a few things we've done this past week... don't worry, Will, we have had absolutely no fun without you.

Our bike ride to Mercer Island, right before SeaFair

When we're done with this whole AZ thing, we'll move back. Here's our house near the water, just waiting for us. Look, there's even a mini-van for the kids...

Tough ride.

We have missed you at the wading pool,

and on our walks,

and during our crazy times at home.

(Grant is not crying in this picture- he's flinging my shoes around like a wild man.)

Oh, and bath time isn't the same without Daddy.

We miss you...