Monday, August 30, 2010

Too tired to blog...

And this is why.
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Stripes? Never again.
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And here's another reason.

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Feel free to start sleeping through the night, Will. Any. Night. Now.

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Friday, August 27, 2010

11 Months

Dear Will,

Yesterday, Sweet Baby, you turned 11 months old.
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You are silly. You are adorable. You are brilliant. You are curious. You are assertive. You are sweet. You are strong. You are adventurous. You are mischievous. You are delightful. You are energetic. You are hilarious. You are independent. You are stubborn. You are wild. You are wonderful.
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Recently, you like to snuggle. You will lay your head on soft toys, Chewie, and us. It only lasts a few seconds. But it's heavenly.
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You also give 'kisses.' And, Son, if I'm honest, you linger a little too long and try to stick your tongue in my mouth. It starts to feel a little weird. Sweet, but weird.

You love your animals. You find them endlessly entertaining. And they love you, too, because they are always around.
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You love to entertain us. Once you get a laugh, you continue to do the silliest things. Last night you kept crinkling your nose and making these nasally, snorty sounds. You thought you were so funny. And so did we. Little clown.
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You are so squirmy, we still make you take baths in your seat. But you don't seem to mind.
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Last night Daddy thought it would be fun to pour water on you. Which you actually enjoyed.
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You love the swimming pool, too. You are such a water baby.
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You're very good at getting around. You can even stand by yourself for a few seconds. It seems you will be walking very soon. Which is not something I'm ready for.

You are also quite a dancer.

dancing baby from Carrie Harmsen on Vimeo.

It's hard, Will, to watch you grow. To watch you become increasingly independent. Even though your accomplishments make me swell with pride, it means you're becoming a big boy. I just want to squish my face in your neck and smell you and squeeze you. I want to remember your sweet baby-ness always.

We live and breathe for you. We love you so much.
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Love, Mom

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Housewife Wednesday

A Wednesday in the life of an awesome wife. (Who rhymes without even trying.)

6:30 AM - Wake up to the sound of cat puking on bed. Cat proceeds to run throughout the house. Still puking. Consider returning to sleep since Baby is not yet awake. Remember that cat puke (especially when given time to set in) is not fun to clean while trying to care for a very mobile, very curious baby. Get up. Start cleaning.
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7:15 - Baby awakens. He has part of the plastic crib rail protector in his bed. He has also taken off his sweatpants. When did this happen? Perhaps during his Midnight play session...?
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Must've been one hell of a night.

8:30-9:30 - Go grocery shopping for the makings of what is sure to be a fabulous meal. The cashier sees us so often, she now asks, "What are you making tonight?"

10-12 - Baby sleeps. Amen. Prepare meal and place in fridge for later. Trip over little 'helpers' who insist on being close by. Shower!
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12-12:10 - Sit. Put feet up.

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12:15 - 1 - Enjoy lunch with the little darling.

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Hello, 5th tooth. Are you the reason for our sleepless nights??

1-3 - Visit favorite neighbor for a chat. Play with Monkey. Wrestle him down for another nap. Hallelujah. Are you there, God? It's me, Carrie. Wanna be my new best friend?

3-5 - Blur of folding laundry, putting laundry away, cleaning bathrooms, de-cluttering.

5-6:00 - Attempt to get beautiful. Heat up old ass curling iron. Pretend to know how to use it. Apply make up (You remember how to do that, right?). Again, pretend to know what you're doing.

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Oh, yeah. This must be done with Baby thoroughly and completely attached to your leg. Because he's now awake. And incapable of independent play.
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6:00 - Realize you have very little in the way of fancy clothes. And that this fun, new hobby known as "Housewife Wednesday" will involve the rotation of approximately 3 outfits.
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6:30-7 - Bask in compliments. Because dinner (roasted chicken, stuffing, and roasted vegetables) is actually good tonight.
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Dessert: Chocolate chip banana bread

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No, the day doesn't end at 7. But the pictures do. Because I'm so amazing, I even managed to pull of a same-day blog post.

Dedicated to my sweet William, who is truly the amazing one.

Monday, August 23, 2010

I love weekends...

when they start like this.
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Occasionally Will takes a break from pinching, headbutting, face smacking, wrestling, and biting to spread a little love. It's lovely.

We met some friends for a lunch date. Laura insisted Will wear his hair swept to the side, while Andy kept saying, "Will is such a treasure."
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Will is doing some big boy things lately. All in anticipation of the biggest boy thing: turning one.
Finally using the sippy cup.
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Taking his own bites.
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And figuring out THIS contraption.
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Grandma gave Will an 'early birthday present.' Which is really just code for 'I bought this for no other reason than to spoil the hot mess out of my adorable grandson.'
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Tickle, tickle.

This (fake!) bear skin rug definitely got a 'WTF' from me when my mom bought it a few years ago. But, OH, how Will loves it. He crawls full steam ahead and does a face plant. Then a roll. Then he lays there taking it all in.
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Plan on seeing it in his finished playroom. At his insistence.

Look who else turned 30.
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Where's Will??

Photobucket Oh! There he is. For sure plotting another night of NOT sleeping through.


I spent the better part of Sunday with my handy laser level and bundles of blue painter's tape. At this rate, Will's playroom will be complete by his real life 30th birthday.
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