Please stop trying to drink the bath water. It's gross.
Love,
Mom
Friday, September 30, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
All About Connor
Dear Connor,
I have spent the past 12 months getting to know you and I must say, you are a pretty awesome little guy. You are only 1 year old but you already have such a sweet and charming personality. Here are some things about you:
-You are so happy! You smile and laugh all the time, which makes me smile and laugh all the time, too.
-You have a LOT of energy. You're constantly crawling all over the house, jumping up and down in your playpen and rolling around on the couch. Sitting still is not something you do well! I don't know how I'm going to keep up with you once you start walking.
-You currently have four teeth, two right in the middle of your upper gum and two right in the middle of your lower gum. You look like a little bunny rabbit!
-Your first word was "mama." Daddy is in denial about this and will tell you it was "dada" but don't believe him! It was "mama"!
-Your favorite foods are yams, mangoes, yogurt and all carbs. Whenever you are crying, I can always get you to stop by giving you Mum-Mum crackers or yogurt melts. I am glad food can comfort you but I also worry that I am helping you develop an eating disorder. Hmm.
-When you meet new people, you smartly size them up first. You get this very serious look on your face and stare intently at them for about 15 minutes, judging them and trying to determine their character, I assume. Most times, you will deem them worthy and start smiling and babbling at them. But there have been a couple instances when you stared at someone and then burst out crying. They failed the Connor test!
-You are very curious. Whenever anyone is doing anything, you'll turn your head or crane your neck to study and observe them. Although, this could also mean that you are a just a nosy busybody.
-You have always loved water. When you were a newborn, you'd always stop crying instantly if we turned on the faucet (our water bill went way up during those first few months!). Now, you have so much fun splashing around during your baths and I have to wrestle with you to get you out of the tub.
-Daddy and I have spent a small fortune on toys for you but your favorite toys are the TV remote, boxes of tissues and wet washcloths--all things that are not actually toys!
-You are very attached to me. You scream and cry and wail whenever I leave the room. A lot. In fact, it sounds as if I'm torturing you and not just going into the kitchen to get a glass of water. So you have to stop that, sweetie, or the neighbors are going to report Mommy to Social Services!
-You can do so many things now: crawl, stand on your own, feed yourself finger foods, hold and drink from your own sippy cup, wave bye-bye, climb up the entire staircase in less than a minute, clap your hands (when we watched the Emmy Awards, you clapped every time people on TV clapped!) and stick out your tongue when I tell you to show me your tongue.
Like I said, you are pretty awesome!
Love,
Mom
Monday, September 12, 2011
Party Time!
Dear Connor,
Number of hand-folded party hats: 10. Number of hand-assembled favor boxes: 10. Number of homemade coconut cupcakes: 22. Number of homemade monkey-shaped birthday cakes: 1. Number of nights Mommy went to bed before 2am last week: 0.
You won't remember any of it, but you had a big birthday party on Saturday! Mommy and Daddy rented out a kids' gym called Gymboree (not to be confused with the kids' clothing store named Gymboree, which several of your uncles and aunties mistakenly went to) and--because I call you my little monkey--decorated the front room in a monkey theme with monkey balloons, monkey plates and cups and monkey party hats. Then there was the piece de resistance: your monkey-shaped birthday cake! I've made lots of birthday cakes in the past but none of them were as complicated as one shaped like a furry primate. Yet how hard could it be? Mommy bought the monkey-shaped cake pan. Mommy bought the decorating tips. Mommy bought the icing ingredients. And three hours into piping the "fur" onto the monkey, Mommy realized that hello, it was really hard! My hand was cramping, my back was hurting from bending over the cake and it was a humid day, so I was trying to work quickly yet neatly before all of the frosting melted. But in the end, the cake looked pretty good and it was a fun challenge for me. Next year, though, you're getting an easy, standard-issue round cake, haha :)
You're a super active guy who is always bursting with energy, so you LOVED Gymboree! You and your buddies tore the place up! There were mini rock walls for you to climb, tunnels for you to crawl through and a cowbell you seemed to especially enjoy shaking (I considered buying the cowbell for you but then Daddy wisely reminded me that I'd have to hear it at home. All the time.). Halfway through the party, we played a game where we set you in front of several objects: a book, a calculator, a stethoscope, a baseball bat and a cooking pot. The one you chose would determine what you'll be when you grow up and you zoomed right over to the calculator. Guess you'll be working with numbers like Daddy! Although, all the calculator buttons probably made you think it was your favorite toy, our TV remote!
The grown-ups at the party played a game, too. I had printed out 12 photos of you, one from each month of your first year, and everyone had to guess their correct order. Uncle Ed won--he only got two wrong (and we'll just ignore the fact that Daddy got SEVEN wrong! Ai yah!).
I had fun watching you have fun at the party. Happy birthday sweetie!
Love,
Mom
Number of hand-folded party hats: 10. Number of hand-assembled favor boxes: 10. Number of homemade coconut cupcakes: 22. Number of homemade monkey-shaped birthday cakes: 1. Number of nights Mommy went to bed before 2am last week: 0.
You won't remember any of it, but you had a big birthday party on Saturday! Mommy and Daddy rented out a kids' gym called Gymboree (not to be confused with the kids' clothing store named Gymboree, which several of your uncles and aunties mistakenly went to) and--because I call you my little monkey--decorated the front room in a monkey theme with monkey balloons, monkey plates and cups and monkey party hats. Then there was the piece de resistance: your monkey-shaped birthday cake! I've made lots of birthday cakes in the past but none of them were as complicated as one shaped like a furry primate. Yet how hard could it be? Mommy bought the monkey-shaped cake pan. Mommy bought the decorating tips. Mommy bought the icing ingredients. And three hours into piping the "fur" onto the monkey, Mommy realized that hello, it was really hard! My hand was cramping, my back was hurting from bending over the cake and it was a humid day, so I was trying to work quickly yet neatly before all of the frosting melted. But in the end, the cake looked pretty good and it was a fun challenge for me. Next year, though, you're getting an easy, standard-issue round cake, haha :)
You're a super active guy who is always bursting with energy, so you LOVED Gymboree! You and your buddies tore the place up! There were mini rock walls for you to climb, tunnels for you to crawl through and a cowbell you seemed to especially enjoy shaking (I considered buying the cowbell for you but then Daddy wisely reminded me that I'd have to hear it at home. All the time.). Halfway through the party, we played a game where we set you in front of several objects: a book, a calculator, a stethoscope, a baseball bat and a cooking pot. The one you chose would determine what you'll be when you grow up and you zoomed right over to the calculator. Guess you'll be working with numbers like Daddy! Although, all the calculator buttons probably made you think it was your favorite toy, our TV remote!
The grown-ups at the party played a game, too. I had printed out 12 photos of you, one from each month of your first year, and everyone had to guess their correct order. Uncle Ed won--he only got two wrong (and we'll just ignore the fact that Daddy got SEVEN wrong! Ai yah!).
I had fun watching you have fun at the party. Happy birthday sweetie!
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
You're 1 Year Old!
Dear Connor,
Happy birthday sweetheart! Today is your very first birthday! We just flew back from California yesterday, so you were a little jet-lagged and tired but you perked up for the small celebration we had for you at home. Daddy came home early from work and NaiNai and Aunt Elizabeth came over, too. We helped you blow out the candle on your coconut cupcake (When I was giving birth to you, the hospital TV was airing an episode of "Good Eats" where Alton Brown makes a coconut cake, so now I want to make a coconut cake for you every year on your birthday! And actually, the coconut cupcake we had today was from a bakery called Crumbs. I really wanted to make you a coconut cake myself, but Mommy was jet-lagged and tired, too!) and gave you your first birthday presents! You were a pro at ripping off the wrapping paper--and seemed to prefer the paper to the actual presents!
This past year has been amazing, surprising, tiring, rewarding, inspiring, tiring, fun, fulfilling . . . did I say tiring? Everyone talks about the sleepless nights and constant diaper changes, but no one told me how hard being a parent actually is. I had to sacrifice a lot of things I didn't know I'd have to sacrifice (free time! Mommy never has free time anymore!) and there were many instances when you would cry and I would just cry along with you because I was exhausted, frustrated, worried or all of the above. But as cliche as it is, all of the sacrifices I've made are completely worth it in exchange for you, my beautiful, happy, healthy baby boy. I love you more than anything in this world and am truly blessed to have you in my life. This past year has been the best year of my life and I look forward to many, many, many more with you.
Love,
Mom
Happy birthday sweetheart! Today is your very first birthday! We just flew back from California yesterday, so you were a little jet-lagged and tired but you perked up for the small celebration we had for you at home. Daddy came home early from work and NaiNai and Aunt Elizabeth came over, too. We helped you blow out the candle on your coconut cupcake (When I was giving birth to you, the hospital TV was airing an episode of "Good Eats" where Alton Brown makes a coconut cake, so now I want to make a coconut cake for you every year on your birthday! And actually, the coconut cupcake we had today was from a bakery called Crumbs. I really wanted to make you a coconut cake myself, but Mommy was jet-lagged and tired, too!) and gave you your first birthday presents! You were a pro at ripping off the wrapping paper--and seemed to prefer the paper to the actual presents!
This past year has been amazing, surprising, tiring, rewarding, inspiring, tiring, fun, fulfilling . . . did I say tiring? Everyone talks about the sleepless nights and constant diaper changes, but no one told me how hard being a parent actually is. I had to sacrifice a lot of things I didn't know I'd have to sacrifice (free time! Mommy never has free time anymore!) and there were many instances when you would cry and I would just cry along with you because I was exhausted, frustrated, worried or all of the above. But as cliche as it is, all of the sacrifices I've made are completely worth it in exchange for you, my beautiful, happy, healthy baby boy. I love you more than anything in this world and am truly blessed to have you in my life. This past year has been the best year of my life and I look forward to many, many, many more with you.
Love,
Mom
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