Thursday, December 19, 2013

Charlie at 16 Months

Stats: weighs 20 lbs and is 29" tall. He's still mon petit nugget of cuteness.

  • lots of nonsensical babbling
  • weez (please)
  • gegu (thank you)
  • mama
  • dada
  • kahp kahp (popcorn... he loves Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree)
  • no
  • yes
  • woo-woo (dog noise)
  • meow (cat noise)
  • baa (sheep noise)
  • ah-MAH! (amen, which he enjoys saying with gusto at the end of prayers)
  • oh-koh (ocho, as taught to him by the Spanish setting of his toy computer)
  • ah gah (all gone/all done)
  • blech (just like Michael Scott from The Office; his father taught him that one)

Cool tricks because toddlers are basically the same as poorly-trained dogs:
  • snaps his fingers (or rather flicks his fingers against his thumbs)
  • gives high fives and double high fives
  • claps proudly for himself and others
  • folds his arms during prayers for about two seconds
  • talks on the "phone" (anything roughly 5-8" long that he can hold against his face; he says "yes, yes, yes" during his phone calls)
  • vacuums/mows the lawn with his popcorn popper
  • cradles and kisses his baby doll (then throws him in the toy chest)
  • belly flops onto his crib mattress on the floor
  • does most of the hand motions for Popcorn Popping
  • does most of the hand motions for The Itsy-Bitsy Spider
  • hands me his bowl and nods his head when he wants more fruit
  • says "bye" and waves when no one is leaving the room
  • dances when he hears music (though he has NO rhythm)
  • gives you a back massage when you ask him to give you "pat-pats"
  • makes grabby hands when he wants more food (the closest we ever came to baby signing)
  • rubs his hands when they get dirty
  • pushes his own stroller around the neighborhood, maniacally
  • forces his mouth into the hugest fake frowny face (then bursts out laughing at himself)
  • fake-swims in the bathtub (a future Olympian, perhaps? ha. ha.)
  • throws himself on the ground when he's angry
  • gives AWESOME hugs, especially first thing in the morning
  • gives kisses, but only when he's feeling generous, and they're always of the open-mouthed variety

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Charlie at 14 & 15 months; Tamara's Homecoming; Thanksgiving; and so on and so forth.

Charlie at 14 months

Hanging out in the car. Why not? Actually, I think we were installing a bike rack on the back of the Cobalt. Charlie was dashing for the street, so we stuck him in the car and let him crawl around.

The perma-grubs face. This kid is always, always sticky. I do not understand how this is so. But it is.

Charlie at 15 months

Charlie's curl mullet was getting a little too long. I would have let it grow longer if the hair on the rest of his head had grown at a similar pace. But it didn't. So we went to Sharkey's for the boy's first haircut. It was possibly one of our best parenting decisions.

"Sit in a chair that makes noises and watch three movies simultaneously? Don't mind if I do."

Charlie usually sports at least one mean-looking bruise. It's probably from the daily beatings. (I'm kidding. Duh. He is just an impetuous, physical little kid.)

Bye-bye, cute curls. I think Mom had the hardest time saying goodbye to them. The hairdresser saved them in a little bag for me. I appreciated the gesture.

Tamara's Homecoming

Hermana Watkins I (Trish, aka Hermana Watkins II, is still in the field) returned home from the Arizona Mesa mission of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints about a week before Thanksgiving. Fun story: we were late to the airport to pick her up. Oops! Good thing Tam is the Watkins girl most likely to roll with the punches. Charlie made her a special sign. The two had never met before (I was about 6 months pregnant with Charlie when Tamara left), so there was much bonding to do during our visit. Tam tried really hard to teach Charlie her name. Instead, one night at dinner, without any previous coaching, he stood up and said "Grandpa!" Sorry, Tam.

Tam did go back to Mesa almost immediately to be present for the baptisms of a family she taught. We were EARLY to pick her up that time. Go us!

Chillin' with Uncle Andy, his fave and only uncle on the Watkins side.

Li'l bebe Sputnik is home!

Charlie, Tam, and the Wings.


Stan and Murlene came to visit before they took off to Colorado for Thanksgiving with their clan. We were so bummed that Mike couldn't be there. Lubbock has a tiny airport; flights filled up fast and became insanely expensive. Plus, Mike had a ton of grading to do. So he partied in Lubbock with some friends while Charlie and I spent Thanksgiving in San Jose.

Tam is the pie-making queen. She made a lovely maple pumpkin pie with a chocolate crust and a bruleed top.

Somehow this happened. And was greatly encouraged for some time.

Thanksgiving was pretty low-key this year. Charlie napped while my parents, Tamara, and I ate dinner together. I was feeling under the weather most of the trip. I was so grateful for all the naps I got while Grandpa and Grandma and Aunt Tam took Charlie to the beach, out to lunch, on walks and hikes, etc. We had a great time but Charlie and I were so, so happy to see dear old Mikey-boy waiting for us at the Lubbock airport. Two weeks is a long time to be away from him.

Now I just need to kidnap my mom so she can come entertain Charlie for me while I get ready for Christmas...

Saturday, October 26, 2013

The Maize

We went to the Maize last week with our new-but-awesome friends Kirsten and Scott.

The maze wasn't a 100% toddler-approved activity, but Charlie was patient.

Kirsten and Scott grabbed a few quizzes. As we progressed through the maze, we hit numbered plaques that corresponded to questions on a quiz. If we answered a question correctly, we got instructions to proceed through the maze. Wrong answers gave wrong directions.

Somehow this happened:

Charlie always rides so well for Mike.

But when he rides on my shoulders, Charlie always tries to make eye contact. You can imagine how well that goes.

A boy at the little kid hay bale maze was really cute with Charlie. Charlie is obsessed with "big kids."


Picking out a Charlie-size pumpkin:

Then the splits happened.

Charlie was fascinated by the animals at the farm. The piglets were incredibly cute. I want a few. And five acres of land for them, because they stink, and the flies were outrageous.

It's finally feeling like fall around these parts. It still gets into the 70s, but most days have a slight crisp autumn feel. I love this time of year.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Dear Charlie: You are one.

Just typing the title to this post, tears well up in my eyes.

My boy, you are one year old.

Actually, you are 13 months old. I'm late documenting this incredible milestone. That is how we roll these days, though. Always a titch behind on everything. Good thing you're cute.

Dad made you macaroni and cheese for your birthday dinner. From scratch. It was amazing. Then we had chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and homemade peach ice cream (recipe here).

The whole ceremony of the cake dazzled you. I felt like an A+ parent. Thank you for that. Dad did the lighting honors.

What are you doing, son?

Unwrapping the presents. Appears like awesomeness, but is deceptively tricky to master. Spirits were dampened momentarily.

Dad had to get you started.

Behold: Blue's Clues.

Charlie had a special birthday visitor, specifically his Aunt Mary Jane. Who knew how cool Blue's Clues was before she could walk.

We were all really excited about this gift.

Your mouth hung agape the whole time we worked on the presents. You were entranced. We were all delighted that we could impress you.

In addition to your Blue's Clues DVD, we got you one of those popper push toys (which we never got to wrap since you spotted it the day before your birthday and took off with it) and a throwback old-school Fisher Price phone. The phone wasn't as big a hit as I thought it would be. Turns out your idea of "phone" is quite different than my notion when I was your age.

Eventually we got down to the real business. Cake

I also took apart some free cotton knit shirts from our ward's recent Share Fair and made you a shirt with the number 1 appliqued on it. I drafted my own pattern, so it's sort of a favorite finished product of mine.

You are wiggly. Always wiggly.

This shot is blurry but I had to highlight the cool ruler your dad's aunt and uncle made for us. We marked your height. You are a shrimpy little guy. At your 1 year well check you weighed 16 lbs and were 28 1/4" tall. That's, like, not much, kiddo.

We love you, little nugget. Your dad and I reminisced tonight about the day we became parents. How exquisitely perfect and beautiful you were the moment you entered mortality. How awed we are by you and how proud we are of pretty much every little thing you do. Even the naughty stuff.

Thanks for making our first year as parents so fulfilling, exciting, and satisfying. With you, there's never a dull moment.

Much love,

Your Mom