Sunday, August 1, 2010
Take me out to the Ballgame
Keith, Seth and I went to Jack and Ethan's T-ball games on Saturday. It was so great on so many levels...we had the day together as a family, it was weekend day, got to visit with Ben and Jill, and got to see both boys play t-ball. First up was Jack's team The Monkeys. Jack is currently trying out playing as a "lefty", seems to be a natural at sports, and is learning the concept or rather basics of the game. We had a 40min break between games so all 3 boys played at a nearby playground. Next up was Ethan's team The Wildcats. Ethan seems to have no problem connecting bat to ball, loves to see how fast he can run, and kept practicing proper stances while hanging out in the outfield. I felt like their personal paparazzi snapping up photos every chance I got.
Holding his own...bottle.
Well, tomorrow marks Seth as 1 year 3 months. As you can see from the photos, he has started to walk and hold his own bottle. Mind you, he won't fuss if you hold the bottle for him...he actually prefers it. It's such a relief not to have to hold it all the time since it seems to take him longer to drink from the bottle now that he is starting to learn on the cup. It is however, one of the few times he'll just lay with you and snuggle. With Seth, snuggling indicates either bottle time or he is not feeling well..ie teething.
Walking, now that's an entirely different thing. He does not want any one's help. Last month you could of offered to hold his hands to help balance, but that's yesterday's news. Oh and he was perfectly fine with a complete stranger or another relative helping him walk, but mama? Nope. The only way Seth walks with me is by hanging on to the back of my skirt, shorts or pants and walking behind me. He is very good about directing me where to go as well and vents his frustration when I either stop or go in the wrong direction.
Shopping carts. Here's a funny. Seth wants to help you push it. Yeah. So imagine trying to hold him as he is putting both hands on the bar and trying to push it down the aisle. Remember, he's barely 2ft in height which means you are trying to hold him up off the ground at bar height, holding onto him for dear life as he is pushing the cart all over the place, and trying to put items in the cart, steer, and let him think he is pushing....otherwise, bring on Sonic Boom Boy. Yikes!
Babbling. Oh Seth loves to babble, especially in the late afternoon evening. It's like he is recapping the day. He just gets to going, it's so awesome. I try to hold a conversation but at some point...he just bores of me. ha ha.
He also does this 2 fist thing in the air. He throws both arms stretched above his head, fist clenched while babbling what sounds to be angry banter. It actually started a couple of weeks back as a tantrum/angry thing. But of course, I thought it hilarious so I made up positive things to say like "mom gives me organic and I want the regular stuff" or "I want cookies to go with that" or " it just makes me so angry I have to shake my fist"....and every time, he ends up giggling at my antics and chimes along. It's simply hilarious.
Hide and seek. Ah now this is a favorite of Seth's. He will hide behind the curtains in the dining area and wait for you to say "Where is Seth" and play along. This can go on for a while sometimes. He giggles when you find him and seems to think no one can see him even when half of his body is exposed or his feet are showing. It's funny. He also likes to play this one varied as a "try catch me" or "look for me" game as he crawls in and out of furniture, from one room to the next and around anything that has a slight obstruction, like a corner wall. He just giggles so hard when you surprise him and act like he surprised you. It's precious.
The couch. Ugggh. We knew this day would come. He wants to climb up on the couch...and then what? Yep, try to lean over the sides. Yikes! Sometimes Keith and I have to purposely sit on either end of the couch to try to block him. And when we're trying to watch a Netflix item, we have to sit on the floor, otherwise you have to keep rewinding or pausing the program in order to keep one eye on him and the tv...it's too much.
Walking, now that's an entirely different thing. He does not want any one's help. Last month you could of offered to hold his hands to help balance, but that's yesterday's news. Oh and he was perfectly fine with a complete stranger or another relative helping him walk, but mama? Nope. The only way Seth walks with me is by hanging on to the back of my skirt, shorts or pants and walking behind me. He is very good about directing me where to go as well and vents his frustration when I either stop or go in the wrong direction.
Shopping carts. Here's a funny. Seth wants to help you push it. Yeah. So imagine trying to hold him as he is putting both hands on the bar and trying to push it down the aisle. Remember, he's barely 2ft in height which means you are trying to hold him up off the ground at bar height, holding onto him for dear life as he is pushing the cart all over the place, and trying to put items in the cart, steer, and let him think he is pushing....otherwise, bring on Sonic Boom Boy. Yikes!
Babbling. Oh Seth loves to babble, especially in the late afternoon evening. It's like he is recapping the day. He just gets to going, it's so awesome. I try to hold a conversation but at some point...he just bores of me. ha ha.
He also does this 2 fist thing in the air. He throws both arms stretched above his head, fist clenched while babbling what sounds to be angry banter. It actually started a couple of weeks back as a tantrum/angry thing. But of course, I thought it hilarious so I made up positive things to say like "mom gives me organic and I want the regular stuff" or "I want cookies to go with that" or " it just makes me so angry I have to shake my fist"....and every time, he ends up giggling at my antics and chimes along. It's simply hilarious.
Hide and seek. Ah now this is a favorite of Seth's. He will hide behind the curtains in the dining area and wait for you to say "Where is Seth" and play along. This can go on for a while sometimes. He giggles when you find him and seems to think no one can see him even when half of his body is exposed or his feet are showing. It's funny. He also likes to play this one varied as a "try catch me" or "look for me" game as he crawls in and out of furniture, from one room to the next and around anything that has a slight obstruction, like a corner wall. He just giggles so hard when you surprise him and act like he surprised you. It's precious.
The couch. Ugggh. We knew this day would come. He wants to climb up on the couch...and then what? Yep, try to lean over the sides. Yikes! Sometimes Keith and I have to purposely sit on either end of the couch to try to block him. And when we're trying to watch a Netflix item, we have to sit on the floor, otherwise you have to keep rewinding or pausing the program in order to keep one eye on him and the tv...it's too much.
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