Thursday, August 19

twenty eight & nine

i kinda love that you two share a date for your birthday.
19, it's a good number. i wonder if any future children will also be born on the 19th. i also wonder if they will all be over 10 and a half pounds like you two brutes, let's hope no.

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foster, (some other names i call you right now are sugalova, lovapresh, fostabubbs, or any other combination of the words love, precious, & sugar)
you are 9 months old! this is a huge step in your little life, if you didn't know. nine must be something special cause it's a well visit month. you have TWO, count them, TWO teeth! they are so cute, those little teeth. although, they weren't so cute when you were only sleeping 20 minutes all day long. you are currently driving me crazy by shaking your head "no" constantly. your favorite time to do it is when you're eating, see why i'm going crazy?

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you need a bath three times a day but only get one every couple of days. you are learning to smack those adorable lips together to make a kissy sound. i smother you with kisses every day so it is about time i get some lovin' back. brody calls you fobubbs (i suppose that's my fault) all the time and tells you he loves you when we go get up from your nap, and i melt. some things you love : ritz crackers, bananas, bagels, or any little bit of real food you can get your hand on, whisks, head banging, wearing no clothes and doing a little thing i like to call the nose scrunch. it looks a little something like this:

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it starts off in frustration, or boredom, can't really tell yet, leads to laughter and back to boredom. all the while you are blowing air through your nostrils like a little dragon. happy 9 months, my baby boy!

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brody, you are twenty eight months old! who says that? you are one month away from me being able to claim that you are two and half! get excited, buddy. some other names i call you right now are magooes, brodytimma and timmalova...clearly, i have a thing with lova. you have a memory like i never expected. and can recall any of your favorite events from the prior two months. most of them have to do with a tennis ball machine.

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you count to twenty, know all your shapes (octogon and hexagon are your favorite...you point them out everywhere), and list off your abc's and colors like it's nobody's business. for a while there you thought every animal made the "woink, woink" sound but i kept telling you none of them do, the only one that's close is a pig and it's Oink, Oink. you're getting there. you LOVE to be outside and really don't like it when someone decides we need to actually step into the house at some point. you love baseball bats, tennis rackets, any sort of ball, puzzles, coloring, spatulas, and not eating. currently, i have to feed you more than i feed your brother.

you also are a bed-jumping monster, and you have a strange fetish of jumping on the bed with just a diaper on. it all started one swealtering day, when the air conditioner wasn't working, so for your entertainment and my sanity, you jumped on our bed with no clothes on for hours. there's no going back now but, whatever it takes, right?

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in your future i foresee lots of making soup with plastic balls, stirring them around with a spatula all while dancing and singing to the b-i-b-l-e. love you SO much!

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