After the unfortunate loss of photographs documenting Arlo's first lunch, we called a family meeting officially declaring his former spoonfuls, a trial run...a dress-rehearsal of sorts. No, no...it was Olympic sized training for his first REAL lunch served today:
Here's the mount...Arlo's uniform is a clever twist of the original bib...I think the judges are going to like this kid....however, he could try to act a little less scared.Here it comes...the first bite. A steady execution of the hand from his coach, Hugh. It's looking good. The spoon is in the mouth....though again, is that fear I sense in those eyes?Oh dear...Wait a minute...he's looking steady...he may even be swallowing! Yes indeed!!!Folks...I do believe we have a winner! Congratulations Arlo...all of your hard training really paid off!
xo
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Arlo's First Lunch Again...
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
L part two
L is for:
LeavesLessons {Violin Lesson 2: Introduction to the bow}LibraryLoud Lullabies Losing to our favourite game: Don't Laugh
And Lastly, the Letter L is for Lazy {as in, wasn't moving...wasn't ever going to again} Ladybug, writing Love Letters and first Lunch {Arlo}...but sadly those pictures were Lost.
xo
Monday, September 28, 2009
L part one
The Letter L
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday Family Dinner
A monumental family dinner:
Aunt Becky in labour...Impressive base runs....Traditional Sunday dinner photo...Sweet corn on the cob...And Hugh's first bee sting. {His cousins came together during Hugh's time of need. Max on band-aid duty. Hannah on toothpaste duty...a magic cure-all for bee stings...and lastly, Thomas on encouraging words duty. It was quite wonderful...and sad all at the same time! My favourite line of the night was delivered by Max, "Hugh, you can cry AND still be brave. You're really brave Hugh."}xo
Saturday, September 26, 2009
And We All...
Friday, September 25, 2009
K
The Letter K
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Stats
Dear Arlo,
I've been looking and looking for the piece of paper that your doctor gave us last week of your weight/height chart. Remember? As he handed it to me he said, "Here you go. You can add this to Arlo's scrapbook". Ahem...right...Arlo's scrapbook. Note to self: must buy Arlo a scrapbook...and must begin Hugh's scrapbook. I folded the 8.5 x 11 sheet very carefully and dropped it into my bag. It rested there for days...sure it got a little crinkly...but I've seen scrapbooks and lots of times people will crinkle a page for some artistic flare!
Well, my dear son, I think it might be official...I've lost your very special-scrapbook-to-be-computer-print-out. Oh the mother's guilt of a second born...
The good news is I remember two bits of information:
1. You weigh 17 lbs
2. And only 17% of babies in North America are taller than you.
You're a juicy, grand fellow.. And now I must eat you smother you in kisses...
Love from your disorganized...but always with good intentions,
Mummyxo
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
J
J is for:
Jamming {strawberry vanilla} & Jammin' {go Arlo, go Arlo, go go}Jumping Jacks & Jumping RopeA Joy Jar for Jazzy. A Jar filled with reasons why she brings us Joy...all composed by Hugh. This sentiment being a particular favourite of ours: "Jasmine brings me Joy when she spins me around because that cracks me out". Doesn't crack Hugh up...nope, just out.Jolly Jumping in JeansJack-o'-Lantern cookie or J'pumpkin cookie.
Me: I would like one Jack-o'-Lantern cookie please.
Cookie Employee: Oh. You mean the pumpkin?
Me: No. The Jack-o'-lantern.
Cookie Employee: The pumpkin?
Me: Okay. The J'pumpkin.Je t'aime J.
xo