Seven years ago today...

...I married my favourite person in the entire world.

Happy anniversary big c!

 Man you're handsome!!

Our little oliver twist

Watching him eat the other night reminded me of when Oliver Twist said "Please sir, may I have some more?" Here's our little o.t.

 

"Listen Daddy-o, when do I get the good stuff, like beans and sweet potatoes? I mean, this stuff is passable but I'm going to need some flavour one of these days."

 
 Showing off the Sydorko tongue, as big c says.

 

"Must. Not. Take. Eyes. Off. Camera."

 

Guess who loves rice cereal?

That would be little c.

He has been showing a lot of interest in eating lately. Always grabbing our hands as we eat. Mimicking us as we open our mouths. Sticking out his tongue and begging until we throw him some scraps.

So the other night we were at our friends G&T's and T suggested we give him some rice cereal to see what he would do. Little did we know that he would LOVE it and get really greedy.

We gave him some more tonight and he gobbled it up like I do when presented with butterscotch pudding (side note: doesn't that sound good? The cooked kind, not the instant. I think I'll go make some).

His doctor recommended we wait until he is 6 months old but we figure he's close enough. Going to stick with it for a few weeks and then gradually introduce vegetables and then fruit.

Anyone know a good book I should read on feeding my baby? T recommended a book called "Super baby foods" but it says to start out by giving them fruit and that doesn't make sense to me. (then they're going to want sweet things all the time, won't they?)

The adventures of baby brain

Running late for work.

Grab sweater off bedroom floor (don't ask).

Get out of car at work.

Attempt to put sweater on.

It's not a sweater.

It's a skirt.

Popular baby names for 2010

Deciding on a name that your child will carry with them for the rest of their lives is hard. I've heard from a lot of people that selecting a boy's name is harder than choosing a girl's. We found that to be the case before little c was born. We went through so many names. I'd love one (like Harper) and big c hated it. He loved the name Ryan and I'm not so much a fan (no offense to those Ryans out there). Finally, after roughly 30 suggestions, Cohen was brought up, approved of, and signed off on, no changies.

I've already started thinking of names for baby numero dos (don't go assuming that there's a reason for it). I'd like something as cool as Cohen Gray. I love the name Campbell for either gender but then we're THAT family who's names all start with the "K" sound. Not going there. Next thing you know I'm looking like a polygamist and shooting out 19 kids and counting.

I decided to look through the obituaries today to see what fabulous finds I could discover in the name department and here's what treasures I discovered:

Male

Cloyd, Burnell, Farlan, Royal, LeMuell, and LaMar

Female

JoLayne, Clea, LaRue, HayDee, Icey, Jalene, and Veon

I swear you won't find anyone with names like this outside of Utah.

So, if anyone needs any ideas, feel free to take from the list above. If you're looking for something unique and not on any popular name lists this year, how about Cloyd or Clea? But I will not be naming little c's brother or sister Burnell or HayDee anytime soon so they're all yours!

Mama's back in the saddle

Just got back from a beautiful but tiring mountain bike ride up in Park City. Not sure why I thought that riding at that elevation for my second ride of the year sounded like a good idea, but I did and barely survived.

I went with my friend Kari, who I met in my natural childbirth class. She gave birth to a boy 10 days after Cohen and she too had a c-section. (Incidentally, her sister-in-law is my new boss.) She's an AMAZING biker. AMAZING. She used to race and is on a team that teaches other wannabes like me how to ride and how to get better at it. I have a girl crush on her and her mad biking skills. Anyway, she left me in her dust...well, not really. Don't you have to be riding close to someone to be in their dust? I was not in her dust.

It was great to get out and breathe. And I think it's motivated me to get myself back into shape.

Don't laugh but I honestly thought that I'd be back to my pre-pregnancy body at 8 weeks post-partum. Silly girl. While I fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes and am a 1lb or two less than pre-Cohen, my body is nowhere near what it used to be. Not that I was a machine, but I had nice abs and some muscle definition.

The only challenge is this. When to exercise? Walking with Cohen isn't cutting it. I cannot get out of bed before 6:45. Simply cannot. Humanly impossible. And I don't want to miss a minute with Cohey Bear after work. And when 7:30 (C's bedtime) rolls around, I'm ready to relax, not get my heart rate elevated.

So I need to figure that all out. How to get my body back but not compromise my time with my favourite boy ever, my husband, or my favourite past-time, sleeping. Maybe I need to get myself a jogging stroller and get out and run.

Those of you faithful readers that have kids, when did you get your body back? Or should I just face that fact that I might never get it back to where it used to be?

Anyway, here's proof that mama is back in the saddle.

Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Here's my list of my favourite things that Cohen is doing as of late.

-Sneaky McSneakerson tries to sneak his thumb in his mouth while he's nursing or having a bottle. We're constantly removing it. Constantly. It's like he thinks he's so sneaky...that we're too dumb to notice.

-Puffing his cheeks out and letting the air go through his tightly pursed lips. It makes a BIG noise and scares him every time, yet he continues to do it. He's a sucker for punishment just like me.

-Checking our teeth for cavities, gingivitis and plaque build-up. When he's feeding or being changed his hand is constantly in our mouths looking for something. Spare change maybe.

-Attempting to roll-over, but not quite being able to do it. And when we assist him in getting all the way over, he hates being on his belly and cries until we push him back over onto his back. The grass is always greener Cohen.

-Laughing hysterically when I make a fart noise on his belly. I wonder where he gets that from?

And finally...

-Telling us the same stories over and over again. I don't care how many times I hear the one about how at daycare, Cohen switched William's breastmilk for Reese's breastmilk and neither one found out until he told them and "you should have seen their faces Mum". His constant chatter is wonderful and is the highlight of my day.  

Because he's doing new things almost every day, I'm sure in a month from now I'll have a brand new list of my top 5 faves.

 

Admiring himself in the swing's mirror.

 

Cohen, I will give you everything that you've ever wanted. All you have to do it look at me just like this.