12/15/11
Hey Jess
Just thought I would say Hi! It was great seeing/talking to you guys tonight. Still sad that our boys don't remember they are friends anymore. Can't wait to see you all!
12/5/11
Xander 8 months old
We cut Xander's hair again. Almost buzzed it, really. He is a happy little guy, who LOVES to give kisses. He opens his mouth wide and slobbers all over your cheek, then comes away with a HUGE grin on his face. I love that he gives them to me all the time, even when I ask for them.
Xander army crawls everywhere. He cried and cried on his tummy, did not want to learn how to crawl. Now that he is fairly mobile, he pulls himself to a standing position. He refuses to crawl (not that I force him to, obviously). He just wants to walk. He is beside himself with joy if I hold his hands and we run around the house, especially if running means chasing Isabela. Those two are quite a pair. Isabela frequently tells me, "Xander my favorite." Whenever she says his name, she says, "My Xander friend..." I smile every time.
I have noticed lately that Xander tips to the side a lot when he is sitting. He seems really happy doing so. Saturday we stopped by Walmart and they had a Santa (not a particularly convincing one at all!) there to take pictures (they give you a cheesy 5x7 for free). So of course, we did it. Isabela greeted Santa, talked to him, said he was nice, then cried when we asked her to sit on his lap. She adamantly refused and I didn't force her. She said "Santa scary." Xander took a picture, all smiles, flopping over to the side like he does. Just to have his 'leaning' documented makes me happy. When Xander was done, Isabela thanked Santa. She was so happy and outgoing, I asked if she wanted a turn so she could have a picture, too. She cried again. But she told Xander he did a good job. What a good little example he is, without even know it :D
Xander army crawls everywhere. He cried and cried on his tummy, did not want to learn how to crawl. Now that he is fairly mobile, he pulls himself to a standing position. He refuses to crawl (not that I force him to, obviously). He just wants to walk. He is beside himself with joy if I hold his hands and we run around the house, especially if running means chasing Isabela. Those two are quite a pair. Isabela frequently tells me, "Xander my favorite." Whenever she says his name, she says, "My Xander friend..." I smile every time.
I have noticed lately that Xander tips to the side a lot when he is sitting. He seems really happy doing so. Saturday we stopped by Walmart and they had a Santa (not a particularly convincing one at all!) there to take pictures (they give you a cheesy 5x7 for free). So of course, we did it. Isabela greeted Santa, talked to him, said he was nice, then cried when we asked her to sit on his lap. She adamantly refused and I didn't force her. She said "Santa scary." Xander took a picture, all smiles, flopping over to the side like he does. Just to have his 'leaning' documented makes me happy. When Xander was done, Isabela thanked Santa. She was so happy and outgoing, I asked if she wanted a turn so she could have a picture, too. She cried again. But she told Xander he did a good job. What a good little example he is, without even know it :D
12/2/11
All before 7:30AM
For months, Isabela wakes up dry. I still put in her diapers every night, just in case. I didn't really want to chance it. And except for when visiting family out-of-town, Isabela hasn't had a dirty/wet diaper in weeks, either. So last night when I got home and she was ready for bed and no diaper, I wasn't too worried.
After Brandon left for work, I walked in to get a diaper to change Xander's wet diaper. Then I smelled it. The room wreaked. Izzy turned over. I asked if she was dirty. She started to cry. She managed a "Yes," through her tears. I felt so bad. Luckily, Brandon had put a towel under her before he went to bed last night. It still soaked a little into the mattress, but not really bad. I picked her up, pulled off the sheets and headed to the bathroom. We cleaned her, the clothes, sprayed her off, and stuck her in the tub.
Then I turned to find Xander who I had left with a wet bum. He had crawled into the kitchen (I am sure to watch us in the bathroom). He had spit up everywhere, then rolled all over in it. His pajamas were practically dripping. And he had a blowout diaper (ya know, the one I was about the change before I found Isabela laying in bed all gross). Poor kids! Luckily, he had crawled into the kitchen! Sopping wet, I picked him up, repeated the process we started with Isabela, and stuck them both back into the tub to play. I started the laundry and looked at the clock. What a great beginning to the day.
After Brandon left for work, I walked in to get a diaper to change Xander's wet diaper. Then I smelled it. The room wreaked. Izzy turned over. I asked if she was dirty. She started to cry. She managed a "Yes," through her tears. I felt so bad. Luckily, Brandon had put a towel under her before he went to bed last night. It still soaked a little into the mattress, but not really bad. I picked her up, pulled off the sheets and headed to the bathroom. We cleaned her, the clothes, sprayed her off, and stuck her in the tub.
Then I turned to find Xander who I had left with a wet bum. He had crawled into the kitchen (I am sure to watch us in the bathroom). He had spit up everywhere, then rolled all over in it. His pajamas were practically dripping. And he had a blowout diaper (ya know, the one I was about the change before I found Isabela laying in bed all gross). Poor kids! Luckily, he had crawled into the kitchen! Sopping wet, I picked him up, repeated the process we started with Isabela, and stuck them both back into the tub to play. I started the laundry and looked at the clock. What a great beginning to the day.
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