A blog trail of our adventures as a family; learning, laughing, and loving as we go. It is also a look at our daughter's (and family's) journey with Cystic Fibrosis.
Yes, Halloween was quite some time ago. But I've been using this little blog to keep track of our "life" these days, so I didn't want me-in-the-future to think that we didn't do anything for Benjamin's first Halloween! Slowly I'll get caught up to today at some point...
At any rate, we had been in our house all of 48 hours when trick-or-treaters started arriving at our door. Despite the boxes everywhere and the million things on my mind that needed to get done, we took a little break to enjoy the special moment in our new, wonderful home. The day turned out great having spent some of the afternoon at Matt's office where they had a great little Mario Kart racetrack put together for the kiddos to trick-or-treat. Benjamin basically just meandered around looking super cute in his garage-sale cow costume (which we purchased randomly in May, and turned out to fit just right!). That evening we headed over to some new neighbors' house for a little neighborhood party, and it was so wonderful to feel so welcomed by everyone. Our street was FULL of adorable kids in awesome costumes, the neighbors were exceptionally kind, and we even got a beautiful sunset in the middle of it all :) Halloween number one for Mr. BWL was quite a success!
I've tried to be really good about updating your monthly birthdays on the actual monthly birthday, but sorry little man, this week has been a bit crazy! So, no it is not your actual ten month birthday, but I can explain the delay...
On Wednesday (your "birthday"), I took you to the pediatrician's office because something just wasn't quite right with your man parts... they sent us quickly off to Children's Hospital where we spent several hours getting an ultrasound and meeting with a urologist, but thankfully at the end of it all, you were ok! Yes, lots of pain for a few days, but no surgery thankfully (which is what the pediatrician and I feared!). Despite the pain, and all the pokes and prods at your private area, you were in good spirits. Such a trooper!
Hey Mom, why are we at the doctor's again?
Why are you touching me there!?!?
Thankfully Aunt Keri was working so she stopped by to visit!
Your dad and I were so happy to go home after the good news:
But back to the real reason for the post: You are getting old... I mean, seriously, you are getting closer and closer to one year old, and I can hardly stand it! That means that (in addition to this being one of the last monthly updates I write - I just don't think I can keep it up past 1 year!) you are growing way too quickly, getting bigger, stronger, and smarter every day.
We just moved into our new home in Park Hill, and so far you're enjoying it - and by enjoying I mean you love crawling everywhere, climbing up on everything, and trying to stick just about anything you find in your mouth. It's been tough containing you with all our "stuff" everywhere! Hopefully it's only building your love of boxes for future holidays/birthdays ;) But you seem to love the new digs, that's for sure.
You are a busy busy boy as usual, and it's been so fun watching you figure out more and more. You crawl at warp speed, stand up as much as you can, eat just about everything (minus food with milk, of course), and even have stood up without holding on to anything for up to 20 seconds! The speed at which your carry yourself across furniture makes me nervous that you'll be walking soon... but hopefully we still have time. You also talk nonstop... though in the past few days you've traded your "momomom"s and "babababa"s with raspberries - apparently this is both fun and exciting to you! And your laughs (especially the deep belly ones when you're being tickled) make me SO happy.
How do you look so old?!
You exhaust of your toys very easily and only seem to want to play with whatever anyone else has at the moment. This includes phones, pens, remotes, etc. And if any of your buddies have a toy, you all of a sudden show interest in it. (This is very reminiscent of your brother Lincoln, you know.)
Oh, and your top two teeth are HUGE now :) such a big boy!
You still LOVE bathtime. In fact, most days, you crawl to the tub just hoping someone will put you in.
And just in case anyone wants a taste of how wild you really are, here's a small example :)
You also have been trying to climb stairs (so far you've only made it up two on your own)... this is yet another frightening development!
I haven't had much time to take pictures of you lately other than while exploring/enjoying our new house... so this short update will have to do. I have SO enjoyed looking through your monthly birthday posts reminiscing about how small you were and how much you've grown. These ten months have flown by, and I have a feeling the next ten years will too. We love you Pooh Bear!
Well, the entire Larson crew fell off the grid last week as we moved out of our house on Delaware and moved into our new home in Park Hill. It has been a chaotic week. Or maybe it's just been a zoo. Either way. SO, I am nowhere near organized enough to put a post or pictures together at the moment... but I will share a few I have on hand (i.e. on my phone since I can't seem to locate my camera at the moment) along with things we've learned in the past 7 days:
Even if you think you packed and labeled well, you will inevitably be searching for things you need for the first week or two.
No matter how much you love Target (which in my case is a lot), there are only so many trips you can take within the span of three days. Five is approaching too many.
Mobile babies have no interest in unpacking, cleaning, or organizing. Nor do they have any interest in you doing any of those things.
We have WAY more stuff than I thought we did. Where did it all come from?? (See: lesson about Target)
Nailing/drilling/screwing anything into plaster walls is not easy, nor fun.
Taking advantage of friends/family is a necessary evil.
Having a garage is awesome in theory, but in reality, it just means you have a lot more space to hide/ignore the junk you don't want to deal with or look at.
Painting always sounds easy, but by the end, you'll do anything to make. it. stop.
Moving sucks. Note to future selves: HIRE MOVERS.
PS - we LOVE LOVE LOVE our new home. So, more pics and details to come when I can find my camera, unpack the last of our boxes (in the house, forget about the garage!), and clean up a bit. Who knows when that may be!
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