Sunday, April 22, 2007

Dangerous??

What's dangerous???

1st time riding a bike.

This video is a bit misleading. At first glance it looks like we’re bad parents; what are we thinking - teaching a child to ride a bike around a pool! In our defense (and the parents mantra), you do the best with what you got. And what we got around our neighborhood are hills!! Nic around a pool is better than Nic up a hill. We try hard not to set up our son for failure.

If you look closely however, the video shows that we do love our son (so don’t call child services just yet). Nic’s wearing his helmet (all the better for a water landing) and he’s polite with a, “no thank you” when his dad offers to help. Turn up those speakers so you don’t miss the dialogue.


Easter

Nic had a great Easter.

Easter egg hunt:



His idea of coloring eggs:

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Feeling a bit nostalgic

As I prepare for our son’s birthday, I realize I’m having a bit of a breakdown. I can’t believe it’s been three years since "our gift" arrived. Nic has made us proud from the moment we heard his heart beat. In three short years he's transformed into a little person with his own mind and his own ideas. My son wipes his own butt now and says things like, "No Mom, I can do it" and "Yes Mom, I had a good day". And, if I'm very good, a random, "I love you". I know the future is bright with all the wonders yet to come; I just can't help but look behind me and reminisce on all that has been lost.

His first birthday - he was 29 lbs and had yet to walk. Trust me when I say, we were READY for him to walk. Luckily, he took his first unassisted steps two weeks after.





His first solid meal - he was never shy with food (hence the 29 lbs), took right to it! His very first meal was a memory in a matter of minutes



His first pair of party shoes - he was so impressed with them and so proud that he was able to walk without tripping. And no, that wasn't what he wore to the party :)




His first haircut - done in Oregon so Grandma Shipman could share in the experience. He was such a trooper, didn't cry at all and didn't move... much.





His first time in an inner tube - he wasn't even two when this picture was taken.







Sniff. Are these the memories that condemn parents to cry like fools at their children's wedding? If that's the case - I'm doomed to be a stereotype.