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from the Big O, Large S and Little Lord Steed

Little Lord Steed: Four Months Old

On Dec 11 Little Lord Steed turned four months old.

At four months he can almost roll over. Loves to jump. Flaps his arms. Grabs his toes. Pushes chest up with arms when placed on belly. Starting to reach out and grab stuff then bring it to his mouth. Sucks on hands. Drools a lot! He's like a faucet! For a week or two he was blowing raspberries all of the time, but then one day, he stopped. Very alert and loves to be talked to, doing so will make him smile and sometimes laugh. Does not like to be ignored, for even a little bit. Happy to see me in the morning and at all other times too.

While this post is very late, I hope the fact that I was FINALLY able to capture his smile on camera somehow makes up for my tardiness.

I guess me with the camera coming out of my face is pretty terrifying. Maybe that is why it has been so hard to capture his smile on camera. But this time he got used to it and let me capture some of his smiles. Brace yourself, these are very cute.

I warned you.

Congratulations, Little Lord Steed, on the first third of the first year of your life!

Greeting Cards

Tonight we discussed I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou at book group. While reading this book I could hear Angelou's distinctive voice in my head. Hearing that voice I recalled a funny SNL sketch. I think it's pretty funny, maybe you will too.

Now You Are Six

The Big O turned six last Tuesday*.

This year I decided that I wasn't going to throw a big birthday party for him as I have done in past years. I knew it would be too much for me to handle right now. I felt bad though, since he has many frineds at school and has been to a few of their parties. But, the Big O was understanding and was OK with not having a big birthday party. I promised him that we would take him somewhere fun and we ended up going to Chuck E. Cheese the day after his birthday. Which was, in fact, very fun and much easier and less stressful than throwing a birthday party.

He did get to have a little party at school though. I brought cupcakes to his kindergarten classroom and a purple helium balloon (which popped in the classroom). His classmates sang him the birthday song (without the cha cha chas), he blew out a candle and then his teacher went through the Birthday book his classmates made for him. This was one of my favorite parts of the day. Each of the Big O's classmates drew a picture for him and all the pictures were stapled together to make a book. His teacher showed each picture and asked each student what they had drawn for Big O. There were drawings of clouds, flowers, fruit, rain, cars and lots of purple. But many drew Batman--they all knew the Big O loves Batman. I think I enjoyed this so much becasue I never got to have a classroom birthday celebration, my birthday is in June.

After school we went home. The Big O was excited to see the five remaining purple balloons. I made dinner and the Big O played with his grandparents who spent the entire day with us. We ate dinner then enjoyed cupcakes. The Big O somehow knew that making a cake would be more than I could deal with and instead requested cupcakes arranged in a number six. This was WAY easier that my usual birthday cake creations. After cupcakes the Big O opened presents. He got some books and a framed poster titled "Learn to Pitch". A very nice birthday celebration, if you ask me. You can ask Big O here.

Happy 6th Birthday Big O!

*I'm still in shock. How is it that I am the mother to an actual child? A small person that is now in the part of childhood that he will remember when he is an adult. A part of life that will shape his views, his personality, his beliefs, his behaviors etc. As the mother this is intimidating, scary even. It seems wrong that I can have so much influence. I do not feel ready, or qualified to raise this precious being.

New Pants

My favorite and only pair of jeans recently developed a serious hole in one of the knees.

I am now down to one pair of pants.

But I have three children, one of which is a baby that spits up, often.

Clearly I need new pants.

The Client Designer Relationship

This is funny because it is true.

Really.

December is Here!

(Crap. How'd December get here so quick?!)