Tuesday, January 18, 2011

My Goodness!

Our baby boy is now 10 months old!
Yep, and still no teeth.
He's so much fun, I can hardly stand it.
Some of the fun things he's doing. . .
He dances when he hears music (definitely a white boy), claps when he's done something good-- Go Brody!
He loves to play "peek-a-boo", and "I'm gonna get you."
Squeals with delight when he sees pictures of himself.
  He laughs and giggles at anything amusing. 
For example, a few days ago I had a sore throat. (Which I assume he shared with me.  Until Brody came along, I don't think I'd been sick in the past 10 years-- except maybe once or twice.  Now I seem to catch every little bug he has.  Not complaining...)   So I used a flashlight to try and look in his throat to see if his looked sore too.  I kept trying to move his little tongue out of the way, to take a peek, but I couldn't see past it.  He had a bad case of the giggles. 
His stranger anxiety (which started at about 6 mo.)  is only getting worse, but really depends on the day. At least we feel loved.  However, today I dropped him off at my sister's house while I got my hair cut, and colored.  Megan also straightened my hair for me, as she usually does after a cut and color.  When I returned to pick up Brody, I was the stranger!  He totally didn't recognize me and clung to my sister, and cried big crocodile tears.  Sad, but hilarious.  Now we're pals again.
He holds on to furniture and walks, and even stands without holding on.  
He says, "Ma ma," Da da," Uh-oh," and "Oh" to about everything else. 
Waves good-bye.  Gives kisses.
Eats about anything, and is starting to prefer table food.
He's also a busy body, and into everything.
We sure love this baby boy!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Favorite Time of the Year. . .

Christmas Season 2010
I attempted to take pictures for our Christmas card, but didn't love how they looked (Brody looks adorable, but my photography skills-- not so great).  So I stuck to using a professional photo for the card this year.  Maybe next year I'll have that camera of mine figured out.  Anyways, here's a sample of my attempt.

My sister and her family came over one night for dinner, so we got a picture of the cousins together by the Christmas tree.  Nathan, (in the rocking chair) is scared of Brody, (he has this strange fear of babies that none of us can figure out) so it was torture for him to have to sit this close to Brody (Check out the look on Nate's face!  Maybe he thought if he held reeaallly still, Brody wouldn't notice him.)
Brody, and Lauren

Aunt Mel
We spent Christmas at my parents house, which we normally do each year.  My parents who go south (Arizona) for the winter, make the trek "home" to Idaho for Christmas so they can spend it with all of us-- we're so GLAD!  That's what Christmas is all about. . . FAMILY, and celebrating the birth of our Savior.
T'was the night before Christmas. . .
Brody reminds me of a little elf in this next one- rummaging through all the presents.

Christmas morning.  First things first.  A bottle, then presents.  Looks to me like Brent was sleeping on the job.
Brody got a rocking horse that sings, and whinnies, and makes a galloping sound.  He loves it!
Grandpa's a funny guy!
His kisses are so sweet, but so. . .BRUTAL (and I'm not just saying that, they really are a little painful).  He grabs you by the hair with both fists and pulls, mashes his face into yours, clamps down his jaws with all of his might, and slobbers a gallon of saliva. And they're not quickies either-- you pretty much have to pry him off your face.  After one of Brody's kisses, I feel both loved, and wounded. 
Maybe just a little spoiled.

Brody thought he was one of the big boys, and wanted to try out the drums too.

We all went to church together the day after Christmas to my parent's ward.  Brody was looking dashing in his red Christmas sweater.

Those baby blues get me every time.
Last but not least, our yearly tradition.  I was literally starting to take the tree down, when it dawned on me, we hadn't taken our picture yet in front of the tree this year!  Might sound ridiculous, but I couldn't break the tradition after 10 years, so I grabbed Brent and Brody (just as we were), tried to tame my fro (how I sometimes curse naturally curly hair), and set the timer on the camera.  And this is what you get. . .

ONE word sums up our Christmas.
We are truly grateful for all we have been blessed with this year.  We thank our Father in Heaven, and couldn't ask for more.
 This is our JOY. . .
He was our most desired, cherished gift this year.