Conor's vocabulary is growing too fast to write down all the words and phrases but I wanted to take a quick snapshot of some of the more interesting ones before we loose the first attempts to the real words.
Mickey Mouse - "bibits"
Minnie Mouse - "minmin"
Baby Colin - "Baby Do-Ro"
Sarah - "yaya"
Grandma - "mummum"
Nolan - "yolie"
Carter - "RoRo"
Braden - "Bray ray"
blueberries - "bwubewies"
Elephant - "Ella"
Diaper - "diapdiap"
Food - "num nums"
Drink - "ahhhh"
Stairs - "steps"
Dinosaur - "bedoopbedoop"
Elmo - "la la"
Car - "beep beep"
ABCs - "AB9s"
Most used phrases:
"me take baftub with Dada" said every night after dinner
"escuse you baby do-ro" said every time Colin burps, poops, spits up
"me wrest in mama's bed" said whenever the idea of a nap is brought up
"mama dada baby do-ro n me" said whenever he wants the family to do something together
"back to me house" he loves his house and often asks to go back to it when we drive away
"baby do-ro touched me" said whenever he makes Colin touch him
"mama/dadda wread dis book a me" said throughout the day when he wants a book read to him
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
A Greater Meaning
Dear Conor and Colin,
Sometimes a picture says a thousand words and those words might be expressive, literal, figurative or meaningless. During your birth Colin, there were many pictures captured but one holds my heart.
This is a picture of your brother cutting your umbilical cord. Once the cut was complete you were an individual; you no longer relied on me for your life. Your blood started pumping of its own accord and your lungs were your only source of oxygen.
Now, many people might have picture of Dad's cutting cords but this picture is different from those. This picture says more than just "welcome to the world". This picture says things that may never have a place being said outloud to anyone. Because of this, I am writing them down for you boys to forever know how special your relationship is & how special you each are to me.
Colin, Conor will always take care of you. He is your protector, your friend, your brother. He will make certain you are always safe, warm, loved, and given the chance to be who you want to be. He will not require you to walk in his shadow but will step aside when needed to give you room to grow and spread your wings. However, he will be quick to put you in your place if you stray in the wrong direction.
Conor, Colin will forever look up to you. He will want to mimic your actions, words, and beliefs - so proceed with caution but not so much caution that you hold back who you are and who you were meant to be. Colin will be your sounding board, your protector, and your scapegoat - just don't get him into too much trouble please.
I am your mom. And this picture says to me how lucky I am to have two loving sons. Two boys who will see each other through the best and worst of time. Who will potentially serve as the others best man at their respective weddings, who will comfort the other when times of sadness and hurt surface, and who will jest and cheer the other on when the time is right. I love you both so very much and this picture captures the moment when one (Mommy & Colin) became two; but when two (Conor & Colin) also became one.....and together we are a team of three.
I love you boys!
xoxo
Mommy
PS. Grandma Mary is also in this picture (that's her red fingernail) and so this picture also captures three generations bringing a new individual into the world.
Sometimes a picture says a thousand words and those words might be expressive, literal, figurative or meaningless. During your birth Colin, there were many pictures captured but one holds my heart.
This is a picture of your brother cutting your umbilical cord. Once the cut was complete you were an individual; you no longer relied on me for your life. Your blood started pumping of its own accord and your lungs were your only source of oxygen.
Now, many people might have picture of Dad's cutting cords but this picture is different from those. This picture says more than just "welcome to the world". This picture says things that may never have a place being said outloud to anyone. Because of this, I am writing them down for you boys to forever know how special your relationship is & how special you each are to me.
Colin, Conor will always take care of you. He is your protector, your friend, your brother. He will make certain you are always safe, warm, loved, and given the chance to be who you want to be. He will not require you to walk in his shadow but will step aside when needed to give you room to grow and spread your wings. However, he will be quick to put you in your place if you stray in the wrong direction.
Conor, Colin will forever look up to you. He will want to mimic your actions, words, and beliefs - so proceed with caution but not so much caution that you hold back who you are and who you were meant to be. Colin will be your sounding board, your protector, and your scapegoat - just don't get him into too much trouble please.
I am your mom. And this picture says to me how lucky I am to have two loving sons. Two boys who will see each other through the best and worst of time. Who will potentially serve as the others best man at their respective weddings, who will comfort the other when times of sadness and hurt surface, and who will jest and cheer the other on when the time is right. I love you both so very much and this picture captures the moment when one (Mommy & Colin) became two; but when two (Conor & Colin) also became one.....and together we are a team of three.
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| First Glance |
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| First Hug |
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| Mommy and her Loves! |
I love you boys!
xoxo
Mommy
PS. Grandma Mary is also in this picture (that's her red fingernail) and so this picture also captures three generations bringing a new individual into the world.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Colin is ONE Month!
Dear Colin,
You are now one month old. Your first four weeks of life simply flew by. The weather was terrible so we were stuck inside most of the time which made it challenging to keep both you and your brother entertained and together but apart at times!
Your first week of life was challenging to say the least. Your Grandma Mary was here and your Daddy put us to work trying to get some more tasks in the house complete. We may have pushed a little too hard the first day home (going to 3 different stores) because Mommy was very tired later that day and was useless the following day. You and I had to stay on the couch and poor Conor got underfoot and Daddy couldn't get his work done. So, the rest of that week I was careful to take it a little slower. Your grandma also had to leave a little sooner than we all expected. We were so sad to see her go, she was amazing with Conor, loved on you so Mommy could spend some 1:1 time with your big brother, she helped keep the house clean and it was simply so nice to have her here. I'll admit - when she left Mommy felt very nervous because I wasn't sure if I could do it without her.
The next three weeks are a complete blur - the task each day was really just to manage life. We got up, ate breakfast, nursed, played with Conor, did lunch, took Conor for his nap ride, nursed some more, played more games/toys with Conor and then survived until dinner, bath bed for your brother and you. Unfortunately, you are not a fabulous sleeper and you prefer to sleep on someone than alone and on your side instead of on your back. Everyone swore that you would be my good sleeper but I am beginning to have my doubts!
This month we also discovered that you have acid reflux. You were put on Zantac first but that constipated you and therefore you were changed to Prevacid. This medication has worked much better for you and I don't hear you gurgle at night in your sleep. Your reflux is the kind where you spit up a lot so we have burp cloths around the house everywhere because we never know when you might strike!
Conor continues to love you though he has been testing the waters. He likes to smother you with hugs and rub his face all over yours. We have tried to be tolerant of this to ensure that we don't create jealousy and you are handling his "love" very well. However, he has started thinking its a game to run up to you and hit you (lightly but still hitting) to see what reaction you have. We are working with him on this and you are never alone in a room with him.
You continue to look a lot like your brother and the photos prove it! Here are a few from your first month.
Your first month was a busy one little Colin - Can't wait to see what your second month brings!
xoxo
Mommy
You are now one month old. Your first four weeks of life simply flew by. The weather was terrible so we were stuck inside most of the time which made it challenging to keep both you and your brother entertained and together but apart at times!
Your first week of life was challenging to say the least. Your Grandma Mary was here and your Daddy put us to work trying to get some more tasks in the house complete. We may have pushed a little too hard the first day home (going to 3 different stores) because Mommy was very tired later that day and was useless the following day. You and I had to stay on the couch and poor Conor got underfoot and Daddy couldn't get his work done. So, the rest of that week I was careful to take it a little slower. Your grandma also had to leave a little sooner than we all expected. We were so sad to see her go, she was amazing with Conor, loved on you so Mommy could spend some 1:1 time with your big brother, she helped keep the house clean and it was simply so nice to have her here. I'll admit - when she left Mommy felt very nervous because I wasn't sure if I could do it without her.
The next three weeks are a complete blur - the task each day was really just to manage life. We got up, ate breakfast, nursed, played with Conor, did lunch, took Conor for his nap ride, nursed some more, played more games/toys with Conor and then survived until dinner, bath bed for your brother and you. Unfortunately, you are not a fabulous sleeper and you prefer to sleep on someone than alone and on your side instead of on your back. Everyone swore that you would be my good sleeper but I am beginning to have my doubts!
This month we also discovered that you have acid reflux. You were put on Zantac first but that constipated you and therefore you were changed to Prevacid. This medication has worked much better for you and I don't hear you gurgle at night in your sleep. Your reflux is the kind where you spit up a lot so we have burp cloths around the house everywhere because we never know when you might strike!
Conor continues to love you though he has been testing the waters. He likes to smother you with hugs and rub his face all over yours. We have tried to be tolerant of this to ensure that we don't create jealousy and you are handling his "love" very well. However, he has started thinking its a game to run up to you and hit you (lightly but still hitting) to see what reaction you have. We are working with him on this and you are never alone in a room with him.
You continue to look a lot like your brother and the photos prove it! Here are a few from your first month.
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| One Month Old! |
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| Wearing the same outfit Conor wore in his 1 month photo |
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| So sweet! |
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| Brothers |
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| Sleeping on your first full day home |
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| Conor wanted to lay in your crib with you while I cleaned your closet. |
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| First nap in crib - lasted 10 minutes |
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| First bath - 2 weeks old |
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| First smile! |
xoxo
Mommy
Saturday, January 4, 2014
TWO
Dear Conor,
Tonight I snuck into your room (as quiet as a mouse for fear of waking you) before I sat down to write this because I wanted to be near you, to freeze you in time. Today was your second birthday and time is slipping by like sand through the hour glass. This year has been a year of discovery, growth, frustration, sadness, and challenge but nothing can change that all in all the year has been a blessing. You continue to amaze me each day with all that you learn, do, say, and feel. Your independence makes me proud (though it might frustrate me at times) and your stubbornness reminds me of my own. Your shyness is endearing and your comedic timing is awesome!
This year you have moved mountains. You no longer stumble but run, you speak in sentences (fragmented as they are) instead of barely understood words. You recognize your friends and ask for them by name when you miss them or are thinking of them. You do the same with family (you call all your grandmas "mummum" and your grandpas "papa" Danielle is "dani" Sarah is "yaya" Nolan is "yoyin") and you are very clear as to whom you are speaking about if we don't get it right the first time. You have favorite things and preferences. While you still have chubby hands, wrists, and ankles you have thinned out and no longer have the body of a rolly polly baby but that of a fast paced moving toddler but you are still beautiful.
You are a loving son. You have started giving great big bear hugs and sweet little kisses. You ask for "ups" when you are feeling sad, tired, or disconnected. You amaze us everyday with your knowledge of the world around you.
This year, on your own, you mastered the letters of the alphabet. You know what each one looks like and you can say them no matter how they are presented to you. You also know your numbers though not as well. You are learning to sing the alphabet by looking at the cards hanging on your playroom wall. You also know your colors and have taken a strong preference to orange ("me wike arrange" you tell us). You have taken swim classes and music classes and you have regular play dates with your friends. You see your Jakan grandparents just about every week, your Papa Tom almost every month and you talk to your Trayner grandparents weekly via FaceTime. Your aunts adore you and call you often and visit when they can. Your godfather cherishes you and showers you with love and, even now, encourages you to be all you can.
Here is a list of your favorites as we perceive them:
Favorite Color: Orange
Favorite Song: Wheels on the Bus
Favorite Book: Little Blue Truck
Favorite Character: Mickey Mouse & Thomas the Train
Favorite Activity: playing trains
Favorite Person: Baby Colin
Favorite Food: French Toast & Sausage
Favorite Comfort Item: "Ella" your blanket & Mommy
We no longer nurse and it has been wonderful to snuggle with you hold you close without needing to worry about you wanting milk. In fact, you rarely ask anymore at all. You are able to talk about Colin's milk and while I wouldn't say you are jealous you sometimes tell him he's had enough and you try to push him off the breast a little bit. But you are easily reminded that he needs to drink milk and we often go and get you something to do, eat, or drink.
Speaking of Colin, a wrap up of your second year of life wouldn't be complete without talking about the amazing brother you have become. Some thought you were too little to understand what was going on inside Mommy's tummy but I just knew they were wrong. You had a strong connection to my pregnant stomach the entire time I was pregnant. You kissed it, hugged it, talked to it, read it stories, and were always careful around the big belly. You never exhibited any signs of jealousy and that did not change when Colin was born. You were the first to see him and it was love at first sight. You love him so dearly and while we struggle sometimes with how to safely love Colin I'm amazed at how tender you can be and how protective and proud of him you are. You have loved introducing him to your friends and you never let your friends hold him without you right there. His love for you is also very evident. He smiles for you and tracks your every move with his eyes. He stops crying when you laugh or bring him toys. I pray that the two of you continue to be as close as you are now as you grow.
Conor, Mommy and Daddy both are so thankful to have you in our lives and we are so proud of the little man you have become over the last year. But, no matter how much you grow you will always be our Baby!
Happy Second Birthday Conor Thomas.
xoxo
Mommy
Tonight I snuck into your room (as quiet as a mouse for fear of waking you) before I sat down to write this because I wanted to be near you, to freeze you in time. Today was your second birthday and time is slipping by like sand through the hour glass. This year has been a year of discovery, growth, frustration, sadness, and challenge but nothing can change that all in all the year has been a blessing. You continue to amaze me each day with all that you learn, do, say, and feel. Your independence makes me proud (though it might frustrate me at times) and your stubbornness reminds me of my own. Your shyness is endearing and your comedic timing is awesome!
This year you have moved mountains. You no longer stumble but run, you speak in sentences (fragmented as they are) instead of barely understood words. You recognize your friends and ask for them by name when you miss them or are thinking of them. You do the same with family (you call all your grandmas "mummum" and your grandpas "papa" Danielle is "dani" Sarah is "yaya" Nolan is "yoyin") and you are very clear as to whom you are speaking about if we don't get it right the first time. You have favorite things and preferences. While you still have chubby hands, wrists, and ankles you have thinned out and no longer have the body of a rolly polly baby but that of a fast paced moving toddler but you are still beautiful.
You are a loving son. You have started giving great big bear hugs and sweet little kisses. You ask for "ups" when you are feeling sad, tired, or disconnected. You amaze us everyday with your knowledge of the world around you.
This year, on your own, you mastered the letters of the alphabet. You know what each one looks like and you can say them no matter how they are presented to you. You also know your numbers though not as well. You are learning to sing the alphabet by looking at the cards hanging on your playroom wall. You also know your colors and have taken a strong preference to orange ("me wike arrange" you tell us). You have taken swim classes and music classes and you have regular play dates with your friends. You see your Jakan grandparents just about every week, your Papa Tom almost every month and you talk to your Trayner grandparents weekly via FaceTime. Your aunts adore you and call you often and visit when they can. Your godfather cherishes you and showers you with love and, even now, encourages you to be all you can.
Here is a list of your favorites as we perceive them:
Favorite Color: Orange
Favorite Song: Wheels on the Bus
Favorite Book: Little Blue Truck
Favorite Character: Mickey Mouse & Thomas the Train
Favorite Activity: playing trains
Favorite Person: Baby Colin
Favorite Food: French Toast & Sausage
Favorite Comfort Item: "Ella" your blanket & Mommy
We no longer nurse and it has been wonderful to snuggle with you hold you close without needing to worry about you wanting milk. In fact, you rarely ask anymore at all. You are able to talk about Colin's milk and while I wouldn't say you are jealous you sometimes tell him he's had enough and you try to push him off the breast a little bit. But you are easily reminded that he needs to drink milk and we often go and get you something to do, eat, or drink.
Speaking of Colin, a wrap up of your second year of life wouldn't be complete without talking about the amazing brother you have become. Some thought you were too little to understand what was going on inside Mommy's tummy but I just knew they were wrong. You had a strong connection to my pregnant stomach the entire time I was pregnant. You kissed it, hugged it, talked to it, read it stories, and were always careful around the big belly. You never exhibited any signs of jealousy and that did not change when Colin was born. You were the first to see him and it was love at first sight. You love him so dearly and while we struggle sometimes with how to safely love Colin I'm amazed at how tender you can be and how protective and proud of him you are. You have loved introducing him to your friends and you never let your friends hold him without you right there. His love for you is also very evident. He smiles for you and tracks your every move with his eyes. He stops crying when you laugh or bring him toys. I pray that the two of you continue to be as close as you are now as you grow.
Conor, Mommy and Daddy both are so thankful to have you in our lives and we are so proud of the little man you have become over the last year. But, no matter how much you grow you will always be our Baby!
Happy Second Birthday Conor Thomas.
xoxo
Mommy
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