The Big One

DadadaDum!  Theron is now one year old!  He had his birthday last Thursday, and boy, was it an extreme birthday party weekend.  And filled with an oddly high amount of buffets, which we mostly never attend.  But apparently to celebrate a one year old's birthday one needs to eat--a lot.  I guess that's because when you're only one, it's snowy outside, and you don't yet walk, all you can do is eat.  It's a universal pleasure, I'm sure.

So, Thursday.  Rise and shine!  My little boy is up with a smile.  We go for a walk, run some errands, play with toys, clean the house--all the things a one year old boys loves to do.  Then we went to Golden Corral for dinner--not my choice.  We came home and sang him "Happy Birthday."  I sang that to him all day, and he loved it and would laugh and smile and clap because somehow he knew he was special when I sang to him. 

Friday Theron had his one year doctor appointment.  He is doing great!  He got four shots and a prick in the toe for blood work, but after some sad tears, he was okay.  Especially after he got his first lollipop.  My parents came up and took us all out to dinner.  Guess where?  Chuck-A-Rama!  And we opened presents afterwards and Theron got his favorite one of all: a wooden truck carrying four small cars.  Theron loved it!

And Saturday we had his birthday party.  I invited all our family, and then decided to invite a few other families as well.  Most everyone came, and for a while I was really stressed and cursing myself for making the situation much more complicated than it needed to be.  BUT.  It was fun!  It turned out wonderful and I think that Theron had a good time.  When everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to him he was all smiles.  Then he ate the monkey cake and LOVED it!  It was a banana cake with chocolate frosting.  He had two huge fistfuls and noshed it down like it was candy.  I was so glad that it made him so happy. 

Theron has been sleeping very poorly lately.  Not napping well and not sleeping more than a few hours at a time at night.  And a lot of time he will wake up and want to stay up for hours.  He doesn't take a binky and he doesn't suck his thumb so he is no good at self soothing.  He is going through his separation anxiety stage and therefore doesn't want anyone but me at night.  Even the sight of Richie will make him scream his head off.  I don't feel any teeth coming in, he doesn't have an earache, and the "crying it out" thing doesn't work--I've tried it even though I hate it.  I guess I just have to accept the fact that this is just  a stage and there is nothing I can do about it. 

Theron is also mobile now.  Yea!  I've been waiting now.  He's been doing an army scoot for a while, but now he has been full on crawling now for a couple of weeks and is starting to get fast!  I'm still not  used to it.  The other day I went downstairs to change out the laundry and I heard a big crash.  I raced upstairs and just as I thought, one of our floor lamps was broken on the floor.  Theron had pulled it down.  He also ate two of Eve's markers while I was in the shower that day.  He loves to dance, clap, hear singing, pull on the cat and be tickled. He loves to play with toys, especially cars, books, kitchen gadgets and stuffed animals.  His hair is getting long, is curly in the back and growing in blond, though he is still a redhead for now.  And he is still the most darling, happy, smiley little boy who has absconded with my heart.  I cannot believe how much I love my little man.  He makes me so happy, even in the sleepless delirium I call my life.  What an incredible little soul resides in arms when I scoop him up and snuggle him.  

Oh, I love this little guy, but look at how tired both our eyes are.  No sleep is the worst!

 

Happy Birthday Theron!  I hope that this coming new year will be a marvelous one.  You are my bright light and warm fuzzy.  You are my darling and my constant joy.  I love you.

  Eating his birthday cake as fast as possible.  He didn't stop till both hands were empty!

 Theron: One Year

22 lb. 10 oz.

30"

100% Sweetness

What a Witch! (and Goldfish too!)

 We have been bewitched the past few weeks.  An orange pointy hat with black polka dots followed me everywhere.  The scratchy sound of grass broom bristles echoed through my hallways.  The swish of a cape haunted my days, and the insane cackle of a deranged witch floated through my dreams at night. Finally, I managed to capture that devil's mistress in a photograph.  This is the terrifying image:

And this guy is just plain cute!  Okay, so this is a GOLDFISH costume.  But it does look an awful lot like a mermaid.  Eve wore this a couple of years ago.  Richie absolutely forbade me from putting it on Theron.  So I decided he was going to be a bat, a ghost, a "boo"....and then finally, when I was really stressed about it and couldn't find what I needed without spending more than a few bucks (I'm trying to be extra thrify) I decided that he was going to be the goldfish.  The next day we went trick or treating at the zoo, and he was called a girl and a mermaid several times over.  Richie screamed "See!  I told you that costume was too girly!"  But I didn't care, Theron didn't care, and he looked cute.

October is probably the best month to live in Logan.  The weather is fabulous, the whole valley, city, canyon lights up in spectacular fashion with Autumn colors.  And there are tons of fun Halloween and Fall events to attended and activities to do.  I learned that one needs to have their Halloween costume ready by the beginning of the month so that one can wear it all month to these fun events.  So, good job, mediocre city that I tolerate!

On that note of costumes, here how Eve decided to be a witch.  I started asking her what she wanted to be for Halloween (then explained what Halloween was).  The very first thing she said was "Green."  

"Green like a frog, or green like the color green?"  I asked.

"Green like the color green." 

From which point she then began listing a bazillion different things, every few seconds.  Over the course of a week I heard, oh probably, 200 different things she wanted to be, including car keys, a trampoline, a triangle, rattlesnake, mud, pencil, and Curious George.  That one almost stuck, with Richie to be the Man in the Yellow Hat, but, at the dollar store she saw the witch hats and really wanted one.  "Nope," I said, "not unless you want to be a witch for Halloween."  After wich, every time I asked her what she wanted to be, she said "A witch!"  

I asked her, "What is a witch?"

"A witch is just a witch."

"Well, what do witches do?"

 

"They're just witches, Renee" (she rarely calls me mama anymore.  Despite what my dad thinks, this not me trying to be a liberated parent or whatever.  She just found out that my name is Renee and that's what she calls me.)