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testing, January

Welcome to the new year! Thomas has been a tornado of late, climbing and trotting and chattering. No big events the past few weeks, but here are some photos to keep you in the loop as to what he’s up to.
He loves to eat. That’s for sure.
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You might say he’s euphoric over certain foods?
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Every once in a while, he looks so much older.
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Temps have gotten down to zero a few times, and we’ve had our fair share of snow. He seems more excited about the dog running around than the snow itself.
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Helping me water plants?
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Good fences make good neighbors.
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Naturally stylish.
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Fun with shadows.
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Standing on pretty much everything he can. And oh so proud.
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You eat fried eggs with a spatula, right?
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One of his favorite places to sit, no matter how many times we ask/tell him not to.
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He’s got access to some quality reading material there.
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As much as he’s running around, he’s also been super snuggly lately.
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Sometimes we catch him reading on his own.
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He often reads aloud. Here he’s saying “woof” – there’s a dog on the page.
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Handsome boy
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Apple-eating fiend. He eats an apple pretty much every day without fail.
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First experience with chopsticks!
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Pretty pleased…
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As you can see.
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“om nom nom!” fried rice with cabbage!
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There you have it. Eating, climbing, reading, and still; utterly adorable.

How has it already been a month? Yet a month it has been. Thomas is picking up words all of the time (Celery! Louie! Aunt Meme!) and pretty close to running. He is climbing and adventuring and having a blast. He loves walking through potholes and into puddles. He loves trucks and the fires and dancing to music. He’s been sleeping well still (knock on wood!) and his eighth tooth came in, plus I think the 9th is on its way. He is full of little boy mischief, and we are starting to need to teach him what is acceptable and what is not.

We road tripped down to my parents’ house for Christmas, and the little boy was a champ – he slept almost the whole way there and back. He (we) had a week of Christmases, and the favorite gifts seem to be his Thomas-sized broom, his table & chairs, his little red wagon, and anything with wheels or that can be used to build! Thanks to all of you who gave gifts. He is a very fortunate little boy.

Just made it to G-Ma’s house!
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Eating a banana Christmas morning
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broom!
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new hat!
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Silly Grumpy
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Excited hands!
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Throughout the visit, he would climb into the wagon and ‘request’ that we pull him around the house.
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Best part about G-Ma and Grumpy’s house? Being able to help build the fire.
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thirsty work, you know
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snuggle!
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Piano with Dada
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Eating a lemon
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“Time In” wherein he learns that what he’s done is not good.
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Promising to be “good”
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Fake Christmas #2
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The next morning, he insisted on eating breakfast not in his high chair but at his new table
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What is THIS? Bowling? Whoo!
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‘I got this, dad’
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He’s a blast, this kid.

Thomas has been a busy boy these last few weeks. He’s developed an obsessive love of the record player and the wood stove, he visited with his Grumpy and G-Ma who came to town for Thanksgiving, and he took an epic expedition through the woods near Ellsville Harbor State Park. That particular trip was so epic, that we could not take time for photographs. However, here’s a few pictures of other recent events.

Enjoy.

Have you seen this thing? This thing is so great!

MOM ATTACK!
MOM ATTACK!
"Fooooood"

“Fooooood”

"Oh yeah"

“Oh yeah”

"Food's so great."

“Food’s so great.”

Thanksgiving Dinner

Thanksgiving Dinner

"See Dad, you gotta eat like this so everyone knows you like it."

“See Dad, you gotta eat like this so everyone knows you like it.”

"Come to me pie. I will have you."

“Come to me pie. I will have you.”

Catch

Catch

"See this super-cool chair that my grandparents bought me that Mom put together? So great!"

“See this super-cool chair that my grandparents bought me that Mom put together? So great!”

Papparazzi

"See this wood?"

“See this wood?”

"Let's have a fire."

“Let’s have a fire.”

Thanksgiving Parade

Thanksgiving Parade

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So beautiful

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Go Sox!

Go Sox!

The curl was natural
The curl was natural

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eggplant parm!
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birthday breakfast
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birthday breakfast, take II
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presents!
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chickens at the topsfield fair
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banana!
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backyard time
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and now, for some cell phone photos…
here’s one of our morning walks. getting chilly some days!
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“helping” me process onions at the farmstand
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hanging out at our friend owen’s house – where he first walked!
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playing ball at the park down the street
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birthday apple at the farm – he LOVES apples
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playing piano when uncle stephen came to visit
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waiting for someone to come home
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he’s walking like frankenstein and crawling as fast as lightning and climbing up stairs and onto furniture. he’s learning new words (‘potato,’ ‘blueberries,’ ‘good day,’ ‘nonni’) and babbling plenty otherwise. he’s eating plenty and loving drinking water out of his own cup (or washing his hands in it. and beans. and scrambled eggs…). he’s stacking blocks and practicing taking lids off of and putting them on to containers. he’s dancing and just plain figuring things out. no new teeth yet, but lots of tight spots on his gums (and rough nights) that promise them soon.

he’s pretty much really impressive.

First Steps

A toddler now

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I used to write a lot of the tough things here, and I haven’t written much of anything lately. There are still tough things (sleep runs the gamut from great to terrible, he’s trying to escape most diaper changes by any means possible, etc), but sometimes it’s good to recognize and remember the good.

I love that my son now plays by himself for long stretches – roaming around whatever floor of the house we’re on, exploring the egg cartons and old ben&jerry’s containers in the cardboard recycling bin, playing with his toys from the baskets in the living room or in his room, pulling up to the coffee table, banging on the oven with his wooden spoon.

I love that he starts dancing within moments of music starting.

I love that he’s starting to do the toddler-squat, lowering his little body to peer at something on the ground.

I love how capable he is with climbing stairs and sliding himself off of our (floor) bed.

I love the way he sings into bowls and cups to hear the echo.

I love (much as it may be challenging) that while all of the other babies at library nursery rhyme time today sat happily and quietly in their mothers’ laps, my baby was the one screeching with joy, crawling around, and introducing himself to everyone, perfectly comfortable doing his own thing.

I love watching him devour any- and everything I bring home from the farm where I work: peaches, plums, apples, squash, eggplant, green beans, carrots, potatoes, greens. Not to mention yogurt, beans, lentils, oatmeal with almond butter and cinnamon, and all of the scrambled eggs we’re willing to give.

I love how much he loves our walks, either in the stroller or the carrier – seeing the leaves in the trees, the way the sun falls, birds, squirrels, people. And a special treat this morning – a wild grape vine dropping ripe fruit right in front of us (too many seeds – I didn’t share!).

I love how he chirps and smiles as soon as he sits up every morning, so excited to be awake.

I love how he kisses and snuggles. I love how he shares with us, offering bites of his food or the option to have his toys.

I love his soft, whispy hair, his chunky baby thighs, kissing his belly, the noises he makes (growls and songs and chatter and giggles).

Remember, remember, remember the good…

Eleven

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eleven months old and on the move, on the verge of walking away. we’re getting into the habit of making sure we close doors and block off exits, hide power strips and cords, keep glasses and breakables out of reach. with all of this freedom comes a much more frequent “no!” – not to mention a bumped head on a regular basis. good thing he’s tough. he’s still eating a ton and babbling up a storm, in love with his toothbrush, things that roll, things that bang, a few good books, good music (kid can dance!), tickling, dad tackles, and mass snuggles.

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