Wow, I take a lot of pictures from my phone. Here’s a month or so in the life of The Helfers.
Callie and Chloe had their birthday party last month, and although I forgot to blog it, their Mommy posted some cute pictures of everyone {including James}.
James took part in the preparation. He’s a great “helper” these days.
And made Mommy proud with his vacuuming skills.
Work hard. Play hard. James had a BLAST at the party!
I absolutely love the fall, and since James loves to be outside, we usually play outside every day. We are spoiled by our huge backyard and will probably miss that the most one day when we move.
We run through leaves,
squeeze into last year’s winter clothes,
play our favorite “hi, bye" game,
play our other favorite “sleeping” game,
and even teach Papa the “sleeping” game.
Meanwhile, James has renamed his Grammy. My Mom has always said her name will be whatever her grandkids call her. I made her pick something when James was born, because I knew it would be quite some time before he was talking. She chose Grammy. James says Mammy. So, “Mammy” it is. And I like that.
With fall comes football. This is dinner with Daddy on a Saturday evening. {I know this is probably not pediatrician recommended, but I think it’s important for guys to do guy stuff. Even if it’s in front of the tv and makes a mess. And besides, I was just happy to sneak upstairs and take a shower.}
James is starting to love football. Lynyrd shows his spirit as well.
All eyes on the Gators. Despite their losing streak.
Of course, trying out choo-choo fruit snacks help get us through the football games.
Until I found gooey trains all around my house. He doesn’t realize you’re supposed to chew them. They tend to slip out of his mouth, can’t be found, then I hear “all gone?” {These two trains are probably stuck to the side of my dryer.}
James has finally started to wear his Dalmatian ears {upside down} from the school parade.
I think it’s time I find a designated place for all of James’ school arts and crafts. I’ll probably change my mind one day, but for now I can’t bear to part with these.
I made little Halloween s’more kits for James’ classmates. I’d like to say that he did it, but we all know that’s not the truth. I enjoyed doing it, and his little friends loved them.
James did in fact, enjoy eating the leftover ghost peeps. He has also been enjoying his Halloween candy. Favorites are lollipops “bop bop”s, skittles, and kit kats “meow kat”s.
We went to the fair, which was a pretty bad experience. Haven’t decided if I’m actually going to bring that back to the surface and blog about it. For now, here is James on his first ever “rollercoaster,” The Tug Boat. He really did love it.
I finally couldn’t take it anymore – I gave James peanut butter. Earlier than recommended by our pediatrician, but I was drowning in the monotony of the turkey sandwich. No allergic reaction. All smiles. And now peanut butter “apuck” has become a staple.
I’ve been trying not to dress James so babyish. He is often mistaken for a 2 or 3 year old, and his legs are so long that most longalls don’t fit him anyways. He looks quite grown up on Sundays, often wearing Khakis and a button down.
He’s growing up so fast that people are constantly commenting about it. He is very proud of his big boy accomplishments, like climbing up in our wicker chair, turning around, and sitting. {He must have done this ten times clapping for himself each time.}
So big, but yet sometimes so little.
I have an ER scare about once a week, but we nearly went to the emergency room last week. James and Lynyrd were running around the bed in the guest room. James was belly laughing. Until he took a nose dive. Literally. After a bloody nose, The Wonder Pets and a soccer ball lollipop, he was all better. With three brothers, I know the ER is inevitable; just trying to postpone it for as long as I can.
I made my first Mommy-only trip ever. Long overdue. Beforehand, I played James’ favorite put-the-duck-crayon-in-the-truck-and-say-bye-bye-and-repeat-100-times game. My bag was all packed and I was excited, but I truly missed my baby at this very moment... before I left.
I had a GREAT weekend with a girlfriend and a wonderful visit with my favorite place. The Farmers Market in Decatur, GA. A place where almond butter is handmade, sesame oil is 1.69, fruits and vegetables are endless, bread fills the air, and spices are fresh and cheap. I may have purchased a few things.
Meanwhile Justin, James and Lynyrd held down the fort at home. A laid back guys weekend. Good thing we’re not old enough to make a Christmas list…
And then there are the times that we stop and take a breath.
Because that’s just as important as being busy.
When I first became a parent, I thought I had to go go go all of the time. And now I realize how quickly they grow up. And that it’s something to cherish that James actually wants to sit on my lap and read. In fact, that may be his favorite spot in the whole world. And I know that’s not forever. One day, I will miss this. I try to remember to slow down and enjoy the moments. I try to remember this:
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