A trip down memory lane

I decided to spend some time looking at photos of little c's first month last night. Yes, I teared up just looking at him as a 7 lb 13 oz wonder child.

I just had to post this photo because I still can't believe he came out with that red hair!

Cohenisms

Like almost every toddler, little c has his own words for general day-to-day things. Some words are very clear and fitting, like "cheese" or "elbow", others are not and I try really hard to figure out how the word came about.

I thought I'd share a couple with you to see if maybe you could figure them out for me.

1. Nanoo. These are his soothers, or pacifiers. Every morning we hear a tink, tink, tink as little c throws them out of the crib. When we go into his room to greet him in the morning, we send him under the crib to locate all of the nanoos that he has thrown out.

2. Budgie. His blanket. That boy loves his budgie.

3. This isn't so much a word as a noise. Whenever little c sees a balloon, he makes a noise with his tongue that sort of sounds like blehb-o-blehb-o-blehb-o. The funny thing is he used to say the word balloon, but over the last few months he's changed over to the sound. We'll be driving along and he'll make the noise and sure enough, there's a balloon.

Those are the only ones I can think of for now. But as more develop, I'll most likely post them so I never forget them, because let's face it, who has time to update a baby book!?! 

Like father like toddler

 
Pulling weeds with Daddy.

Easter brunch

So I'm 6 weeks behind in posting. Whatevs.

As I mentioned last week, we had a really great Easter brunch this year. Great friends, excellent food, a successful egg hunt on a perfect Spring day, and mimosas for everyone!

I entered an on-line drawing of sorts on the blog Hello My Sweet  featured in April on the amazing Amy Atlas' blog, right here. The prize was custom Easter printables for the brunch. I had been on the fence about whether to hold the brunch, but then when I received the notification that I won, it was game on and out came the cookbooks to figure out the menu.

The menu included candied bacon, goat cheese frittata, Widmer apple pancake, roasted asparagus, mixed green salad, Grand Marnier french toast, ultimate banana bread, trifle, French macarons, fruit kebobs, mango mimosas, and mocha frappuccinos. It was a feast! And that ultimate banana bread was the best I've ever had. If you want the recipe, leave me a comment and I'll e-mail it to you.

A HUGE thank you to the gang at Hello My Sweet for hooking me up with such great printables. It really pulled the brunch together and they were great to work with. I'll definitely use their services for future fetes. 

 
 
 
 
 

Hoppin' down the bunny trail

One more catch up post.

As I think I mentioned earlier this week, little c enjoyed a couple of Easter egg hunts. The first was at church on the Saturday before Easter. The second was the following weekend in our backyard after we had our Easter feast (post coming on Monday about that event). At both hunts, he found 2 eggs, one for each hand and he was a very happy little boy.
 
 
Keeping them close.
This was at breakfast on Easter morning. He was hands-down the coolest toddler in Finns that day.
After the Easter feast. He was so excited to find these, or rather, have Mommy point them out for him and drag him over to force him to pick them up.
The leftovers that the big kids didn't want.

 

There's nothing to see here!

Every month I receive the monthly newsletter from the daycare and every month there is a write-up on the previous month for each class. They talk about each child and mention something new they might be doing or a characteristic of the child, or a favourite activity. You get the point.

 I opened it up today and spit out my water when I read the part about little c:

"Cohen is our “official climber.” He loves to climb on the table when he thinks that nobody is looking then hurry and get down before he gets caught."

 I'm laughing as I type this because it's so true. He thinks he's being so sneaky and when you catch him, he scurries as fast as he can and runs away and starts playing with something else, as if he was NEVER on the table.

 I see this leading to many more things he "wasn't" doing.
"Not" drawing on Mommy's work that she brought home. This time he wasn't fast enough to scurry away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Conversations with Cohen

Me: Look Cohen, a bus!!

Cohen: Whoaaaaaa. Buh!!

Me: Oh look Cohen, do you see the big truck?

Cohen: Whoaaaaaa. Brrrrrrrmmmmm.

A few minutes pass by...

Cohen: Boobies!!

And that was our conversation on the way to school today.