Oh you know, just reading a book
poolside on the couch. Building trains 2x/day.
Yes, I let him out in public wearing a cloth diaper on his head, his choice. I figure he’s still got a few years left of not being stifled by the conventions of society.
First day of (pre-)school, in the 2’s room.
One night, he climbed out of bed and slept on the floor.
We got to see Caspar Babypants play. At a doughnut shop. A 10 minute walk from our house. On a gorgeous day. For free.
Somehow these two ended up in matching outfits. This is the best picture I could get.
So yeah, late August and early September have been fun. I hope the weather stays nice a bit longer.
p.s. Matt is still working on the structure in the back yard and hopes to finish it soon. We’ll share it when there’s more to see. I’m not sure what to call it. It’s like an awning, but it’s free standing, not attached to the house. A gazebo? It’s actually most like a pergola, but with a roof. I just keep calling it the covered area, but that doesn’t sound very exciting. Covered pergola?
Emmett half-woke during his nap and said very clearly and loudly, “Knife! Cut! Knife! Cut!” with his eyes closed. It would have been rather disturbing, had he not spent half the morning doing this:
This is so late that it will soon be followed by Emmett’s 22 month post! I really need to catch up on the old blog. I did some sewing that I’ve been meaning to share since, oh, Christmas. Matt installed some wonderful lighting in our living room. And probably some other stuff, I don’t even know. Matt’s been very very busy at work. I’ve been working too, but mostly just enjoying life and the sweet ball of happiness that is my son. I’ve also been trying to get back into a workout routine after an unintentional hiatus. But back to Emmett. The love affair with books continues. Of course we read with him a lot too, but it’s harder to take a picture of that.
My approach to Emmett’s hair is the same as mine: notice it is super long and unmanageable and/or looking rough, cut it spur of the moment, completely forget about it, repeat. So a few weeks ago I put him into his high chair, popped in a Sesame Street DVD (which we’ve had out from the library for a month and watched a total of about 15 minutes because Emmett hardly watches any TV), and grabbed a pair of scissors. Here’s the before:
I got in a couple of cuts on the top before Emmett made it impossible to go any further by moving his head and trying to grab the scissors. Hmm. Just enough was cut to make it look totally ridiculous. Not believing this would work, I got out the clippers I use to cut Matt’s hair on occasion and tried a couple of swipes. Emmett didn’t mind it! And with the guard on, it was a lot safer than the scissors. And it didn’t matter if he moved while I was cutting his hair. I think this will be my go-to method from now on. We’ve been getting a lot of compliments on his haircut. He always looks instantly much more grown-up when he gets a haircut. After:
Oh man, this kid’s facial expressions are constantly cracking us up.
The city came by and trimmed tree branches overhanging the street and near power lines. Emmett was fascinated by the wood chipper.
All for now!
Well, I totally dropped the ball on Emmett’s 20-month photo… I didn’t take one and now we’re more than half way to 21 months so I’m going to skip it. Meanwhile, someone pointed out that DIY has taken a major back seat to the kiddo in our blog posts. I’ll rectify that in the next post. But in the meantime, here’s what Emmett has been up to. (And as I put in the photos below, I realized that Emmett is learning to do a lot of things himself, so that’s DIY, right?)
Making faces in the mirror after bath time every every evening:
Celebrating a hometown victory (Go Seahawks!):
Books, books, books!
(a couple inches at our house this weekend, and more over Christmas at Grandpa’s house)
Making friends with creatures great and small:
Hiking in Eugene at Thanksgiving:
Frequent weekend trips to the park:
It’s never to early to start. Don’t forget to clean your fire truck.
18 months. One-and-a-half years old! It seems like a major milestone to me.
I keep thinking of Emmett as a baby, but he’s just not a baby at all anymore. He is steady on his feet, he can talk a little, he understands everything we say, he can eat with a fork and spoon, he knows how to pet a dog nicely, he can feed dogs and chickens, he can identify many objects. He understands advanced concepts such as this: I have pajamas with stars on them, and Emmett learned to point to the stars one by one, saying “tar.” When I wear other pajamas, he points to my leg and says “tar” and then does the “all done / all gone” sign. I say, “That’s right, stars all gone! There are no stars!” and he flashes the biggest smile.
These monthly photos are getting harder to take. The tiles keep falling over or Emmett knocks them over, and Emmett moves so fast I can hardly get a shot with him in the same frame as the tiles, let alone facing the camera. I’ll try to keep it up until 24 months. I’m not sure what I’ll do after that.
I have tons of good ones captured spur of the moment, fortunately. Emmett is really photogenic, but not necessarily when you want him to pose. To wit, here are the “four best” poses from Emmett’s recent picture day at school:
That last one… I always feel a little guilty laughing about it, but it is hilarious. He REALLY did not like having to sit down.
Emmett isn’t much of a talker yet. He says a few words. Mostly he is a boy of action. He never stops moving unless he’s asleep.
Playing in the laundry basket:
Of course Emmett loves to make a mess, but he will actually clean it up too. Every evening at bedtime, Emmett is allowed to choose a few books to read. One night, he just kept going back to the book shelf, pulling each book off one by one and putting it on the bed. Finally he had all of the books on the bed in several stacks. We read a couple of them, and then I asked him to put them all back and he did.
The weekend before last, Matt bought some cedar wood chips. A lot of wood chips. A truck came, and after Matt sawed a couple of branches off a tree in the front yard to accommodate the dump truck as its front rose about 20 feet in the air, deposited this pile into our driveway:
Matt had warned me about this, and I had warned him back that he better have a solid plan to get the driveway cleared quickly. If we park our car on the street, we have to move it from one side to the other twice a day or it could get towed, so having the driveway obstructed is not cool. And I have to give him credit. The pile arrived on Saturday morning, and by Sunday evening there was a major dent in it. But on Monday Matt got sick and then had some work obligations in the later part of the week, so progress stopped. By the following Saturday evening, the car was back in the driveway so it wasn’t too bad.
Here’s where it went:
But I’m getting a little ahead. Rewind to the previous day. Sorry the picture below is terrible. I took it through a smudged window with a baby on my hip. Matt did his best to level the ground, put in juniper edging, and covered the area with hardware cloth to prevent grass from growing up through the wood chips.
And one week later, it was all done and Emmett and I were out testing his new rain boots in a light drizzle. I think he really likes the wood chips. It’s like a big playground.
This is part of a bigger plan for the back yard. I won’t reveal any more right now. I thought it would be good to provide some evidence that we are still working on the house.