Sunday, March 21, 2010

bunnies.

friday cookie took pratt to have some spring pictures taken with melanie mcknight in hot springs.

she did some pictures of him around christmas last year that were awesome. and she was doing a special easter package that included some of her bunny rabbits.

mom said that pratt was on his best behavior and that he loved the bunnies. he pet them for a long time, gave them his b to lay down on and even tried to feed them m&ms.

i cannot wait to see the pictures! this is one mom took when pratt was meeting the bunnies for the first time.

thanks again cookie for taking him. i should start rolling coins now to afford the pictures :)

love you.

a princess birthday party.

madeline had her four year old/princess birthday party yesterday!

pratt had a wonderful time running and playing amidst all the beautiful princesses that were in attendance.

he most enjoyed decorating and eating his own cupcake.

at one point, i noticed he kept trying to grab madeline's boa from the back of one of the chairs. i gave it to him, wrapped it around his neck and took a picture. all before clint freaked out. and once i snapped the picture, i quickly realized that he was only interested in it for the feathers.

what he really wanted to do was pull out all the pink feathers. go figure. typical boy.












happy birthday sweet madeline!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

magic.

is there anything more magical than bubbles?

i don't think so. and neither does pratt.









happy thursday!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

eighteen months.

aka 1.5 years.

aka i'm having an ha. as in "heart attack".

his new words:
maa ma: mama (i waited sooooo long for this. it's music to my ears.)
ta too: thank you
b: blanket/pillow
mor: more
peas: please
da da da: dora
bye bye

ball
bubbles
doooog
berry: strawberries
ya ya: yoda
bath
juice

oh: as in "oh my" and the letter "o"

he recognizes and can point to several letters. like o, p, t, e, a. sugar gave him the game bananagrams for christmas (for later), and he loves to get those pieces out and name them. those and the letters in the bathtub from nana. his favorite letter is o. for sure. if he sees a circle, he starts screaming, "o! o! o!" until someone acknowledges that yes, indeedy...it's an o.

when you prompt him to spell his name, and you say, "p r a...", he will smile and yell, "t t!" so sweet.

he knows several of his shapes too. like star, square, triangle, circle.

it's so crazy what all he knows. more than ever before, i realize how inaccurate iq tests are for kids as young as 3 and 4. i mean, it's all in the exposure. they are like sponges at this age. if they see it, it interests them. i realize that genetics play a part...but more than that, i believe in exposure. i think so very much of it is in what they see, what is told to them. what they experience. which makes the problems with our education all the more depressing. (getting off my soapbox...)

if allowed, he would stack blocks all day, every day. seriously, he would.

his favorite movies are veggie tales. he likes dora, diego and yo gabba gabba.

he's started piling things up. in piles in the living room. like random things. books, shoes, puzzles, blankets, cups, etc. just random piles of things.

he prefers to sit in your lap when being read to. he will walk up to you, turn around, and plop down in your lap.

he dances anytime music is on. and he has his daddy's shoulder move down to a t. oh, and instead of snapping his fingers, he opens and closes his fists.

he loves helping me around the house. when he spills something, he points at the papertowels and does the "gimme" sign. and then he will clean up his mess. yes. he really will. it's pretty funny. he loves to throw things away. and dig cardboard out of the recycling bins.

he gives kisses and hugs on command. today when he went down for a nap, he made a kissy face when i layed him on his pillow. i leaned down and kissed him and he said, "ta to". and before he goes to bed, he wants to kiss everyone in the room. he gets upset if you forget and try to take him upstairs before it happens.

he is extremely happy. even though he constantly has a runny nose. and a cough. i've decided it's allergies. and we've started him on zyrtec. we will go to his 18 month appt in a week, and we'll talk to our doctor about it then. neither clint nor i had allergies, but who knows. since pratt had rsv at 6 months, i think the likelihood of him having allergies is higher because of this.

he is cutting teeth right now. maybe the incisors? is that right? i should know this. he has his four front top and bottom teeth. and has four molars. he's getting the ones next to his front teeth. bless his heart. i know this isn't fun for him.

being with him is so much fun. this is my favorite age so far. he can and will happily walk to go "bye bye". or walk in a store (with my assistance). he loves to hold hands. he loves to play at the park. he loves to be held when he's tired.

he is a wonderful eater. he still loves "berries" aka strawberries and would prefer to eat them all day long. he loves beans. and grandma's cookies. and the only place i can find these is dollar general. they are the mini ones. he takes them apart, eats the vanilla icing and then puts them back together and eats the cookie part.

every night when i lay my head down, i thank God for all our blessings. and at some point in the night, i get up and walk in pratt's room. i check his breathing and then cover him up. i have no idea when the lunacy will stop.

my money is on never.





Friday, March 12, 2010

dear pratt.

dear pratt,

tonight you are staying with cookie, poppy, sugar and spice.

they took you to eat at purple cow. from what i understand, you were a perfect little guy. you ate corndogs. well, sort of. you ate the hot dog out of the corndog. and you had a sugar packet. or maybe several. i didn't ask.





sugar said that you love the "i got your nose" game. she and spice would take your nose, you would grunt for it back, and then say, "more, more" when they gave it back.

when you guys got back to the condo, you had a bath. and then cookie told you that you needed saline in your nose. and apparently, you'd point to your nose. and then laugh hysterically after they sprayed it.

you got pretty sleepy, and spice asked if you were ready for bed. you nodded yes. it was then that you stuck your face out to everyone. i think they quickly realized that you wanted bedtime kisses. so after kisses, spice took you to your room/walk in closet.

about this, it's okay. it sounds bad, but it's not. it's a big closet. and your crib is in there. sugar and spice will be sleeping only feet away tonight.


well, spice took you down there. and he sang to you. "nah, nah, nah, nah...hey hey hey goodnight!"

he put you down, but you weren't having it. so, from what sugar said, he went back down to get you. they didn't hear anything on the monitor. and so about ten minutes later, spice came back upstairs.

they asked him how he got you to sleep. and he said that he "tickled (your) face." apparently, spice loves to have his face tickled and it helps him fall asleep.

what a wonderful uncle you have. what a wonderful family you have. so, so many people love you.

i love you to the moon back.

mommy.

ps. i just texted sugar to tell her how much i appreciate her loving you.

i said, "thank you for loving pratt so much."

and she said, "not sure if i will love my own any more."

oh sweet sugar. sweet, sweet sugar.

my first flowers.

yesterday pratt and i went outside for a while. it was a bit chilly, but i figured it was good for him. you know, to be outside and all. i think that kids stay inside too much these days. watch too much tv. too much veggie tales.

and this was completely unprompted on my part. promise.

but here's what happened.

this...



and then, yes...he walked over and gave them to me.

here they are. my first flowers from pratt. i'm crying thinking about it now.



and while i'm thinking about it. i'm going to get him to initial something now. something stating that he is not able to marry until i'm 85. or have been dead 15 years. whichever comes last. and no, i don't care that that makes him a weirdo. he's got "weirdo" in his genes. so that's kinda irrelevant.

happy weekend!
you know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. - dr. seuss

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i'm a girl who likes to write. not a girl that's necessarily good at writing. it's cathartic, i think. and boy do i need that from time to time. i married a wonderful man named clint in may of 2007. he is everything i am not. he is calm. he makes plans. he is organized. his truck is always clean. his clothes are hung by types of shirt/color/size/etc. i'm full of nervous energy. i'm spur of the moment. i can't ever find what i'm looking for. we live in my car...pretty much. i'm lucky if my clothes are within ten feet of my closet. God gave us a precious angel of a baby in september of 2008. his name is pratt allen. he is 2.5 years old.we have another little one on the way. his name is max wesley. and he is due may 19th. somehow i'll be the mother of two boys. craaaaa.zy. i spend my days cleaning house. picking worms and caterpillars out of the flower beds. cooking meals. shopping at target. washing clothes. playing on the floor. reading books. doing puzzles. traveling to sonic. and the library. and blogging. i hope you enjoy our blog. feel free to leave a comment. hopefully it's a nice one. i tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.