Blog Worthy?

I'm not sure if this is blog-worthy, but I'm still fired up about this after a "good" nights sleep. The good part is questionable. But maybe it will help to get it out. Anyone been to Subway where you request "a little bit of sauce" of whatever type, and they just FART it on there blobbing it back and forth like 3 times! You had in mind a thin little strip of sauce and you get back and forth action? Like what the heck? now your 6 inch sub has enough sauce for a sub as tall as you are and its basically ruined because all you taste is sauce? I always try to deal but next time I'm going to get my point across. "Excuse me, you just ruined my sub. Can you please remake it and put a little bit of sauce on it like I asked?" Like if you ask for cucumbers they don't go slap on onions and jalepenos instead? I dunno. I'm just sayin'

Lullaby

The dixie chicks sing Lullaby. One of my favorite-est. It's a song that you could just listen to on repeat and feel good down to the core. I have always had my man in mind when I listened to this song but I thought of it with my little love in mind this morning and thought it was just as good. Its amazing how the borders of your heart expand infinitely for a new life, and I no longer worry that there isn't enough room for this new little life on the way.

This rubby old thing?

I am finding ANY excuse not to study today. which means I will be up till all hours of the night cramming for a really really hard exam today on all things neurological. Bet that would confuse some just thinking about it. Yup, its kinda like that for me too, so phone calls, opening the fridge, day dreaming, and browsing people pictures is taking up precious time for me right now. Ok.. so a quick blog and back at it!

I just thought I'd do a post about the blue rubby blanket that River has become so attached to. Its fascinating that he throws out a soother at 6 months never to touch one again but this blue blanket has become an extension of him. Comfort apart from our arms. I can't keep this thing clean. It picks up lint and dirt, he has it in his mouth every morning, carries it around with him, hauls it up and down the stairs, picks it out of piles of laundry, holds it up to show us it proudly, and loses his mind when I've attempted to give him a different one before bed if his isn't around. I've tried to change to one that looks a little more attractive for times we go in public because this one is becoming matted and gross, but he certainly doesn't care, so why should I? So how long will this last? Will this blankie get named and be around for years and years? I don't know. But seeing things through a child's eyes is so fun and I'm just going with it. My theory, if it doesn't hurt anything, then let it be. River..... enjoy your blue blanket.

A Year and A Party

We celebrated River's first birthday at home with our immediate family. We were so happy that they all could be a part of it. After a crazy amount of time and effort, the ELMO cake was a success. Besides the fact that things were stained red, our tongues were pink, and the babysitter thought there was blood in his poop, it was a hit! I can proudly say I could not have accomplished this cake without the help of my husband. I would have to say he has the talent for icing in the family. I did the red. He did the rest and fixed the gun over and over again. Team work!

It's so cool to see how River loves the toys he got. Every single gift he got I would have to say is his favourite. He doesn't leave any of them out. He spends equal amounts of time cuddling and hugging a duck and an elephant, making grunting noises as he races a car, or chases it when daddy makes it go speeding across the room. He pushes a helicopter, repeatedly brings me a newspaper to read and puts balls in a basket, shakes money in a piggy bank, and bashes a dump truck. He looks cute in some new clothes and feels some new books, pulls tools from a kit and attempts to piece a puzzle. O and I forgot that the helium balloon card never gets old either. With the attention span that he has, he does this all within 5 minutes and then starts over. Thank you for all these things that keep River so entertained. He's a lucky guy.

It's amazing how all of a sudden we have a little boy and not a baby. But I'm still calling him my baby. I was a little bothered and secretly kind of happy to learn that River hates his bath if I'm not in it with him. I guess having a mom that baths every day got a little too convenient. But its a bit of a problem when he screams when I'm bathing him from outside of the tub. He looks at me quite upset, he's like, "what are you trying to pull here mom? Get in already and play." I guess I have to enjoy things like this while they last. It makes me feel like he's a baby still and not the independent little man that he seems lately. Although I mourn the loss of the stages past I must say I am completely relishing these days. He is mimicking absolutely everything, especially his dad and always looking for his approval. River tries to cough when dad coughs, sneeze how dad sneezes, make the car go how dad does. He stares intently while we say or bow our heads in grace, and with much encouragement we finally have him clapping! There is such a little personality, a sense of humour, and its interesting to see what he finds funny. He displays tons of affection with hugs and snuggles, he shows his pleasure, frustration, likes and dislikes so obviously, and he is just taking in this big world.

To our baby boy who's ONE.

You are the absolute joy of our lives.

With love, mom and dad.