13 AnD 14 mONthS oLd & as SOLID as cAn Be.

So I haven't updated my blog for a long time!!!! I have a blog that I write letters to Van and post pictures as he grows and I update it all the time so I forget to do this one. My sister-in-laws keep telling me I need to update this one so they can see the pictures. I have copied and pasted this post from my other blog so of course it includes my sappy letter to my baby...read on if you want :)




When we pull out the camera and tell you to smile this is your pose.

So you keep me so busy that I don't have a lot of down time to just sit and get this journal updated. I am so behind that it is actually a part of my to do list, I even have a reminder that beeps once a day in my phone reminding me that you are now 8 days older than 14 months and I have yet to document it.
You are SO mischievous! You are so close to walking. If I tell you to stand up and walk to me you will stand up and carefully toddle over to me and then you laugh, you want praise from all 4 walls. You have become one of my very best friends. I love to lounge with you, wrestle around with you, take walks with you and fight the battle to try to get a quick snuggle from you.
Last weekend we went up to SLC and met Amanda and her 2 little girls and had a fun day together. We went to the Gateway Discovery Museum. I didn't think there would be anything there that you would enjoy but we ended up staying for 2 hours. When we finally left and I put you back in your stroller you threw a temper tantrum that threw me for a loop, I didn't know you were capable of something like that. At the museum they had a Little Tikes car that you have to flintstone yourself around in. I was trying to entertain you so I could visit with Amanda so I put you in this car. You wouldn't get out for anything. Kids would come up and ask me if they could have a turn. The first 2 that asked me I said yes and tried to get you out, you held onto the car with all your brute strength and screams and kicked. I ended up telling every kid no to a turn in the car. You couldn't figure out how to go forward but you could go backwards. You would turn and get yourself to where you wanted to go, just all in backward motions. When we got home I left you with Daddy and went to Wal-Mart to try to find one of these cars for you. They don't carry them in the stores so I got you something a little different. A car that I push you in. You love this car! I push you all around the house in it. We go to the kitchen and load your food in the little trunk and drive over to the high chair, you eat and then get back in the car, you sit in it while we get your clothes out or prepare your bath. Daddy was tending you the other day while I was at work and he sent me a text that you were kissing your car and laying on the floor next to it petting it like it was a prized puppy.




You loved when Uncle Landon pushed you around and carried your cabbage patch kid in the trunk with his head hanging out. You love to put anything that will fit in the trunk.




One most Tuesdays and Thursday (my days off) we usually just hang out at home and clean and do laundry. The days I work you usually go with Dad to work, to feed the cows. If we ask you if you want to go see the cows you will pull out your binky and say "MOOO." The other day Dad asked if we would both go with him to work instead of staying home, he wanted me to see you in your element as he calls it. I rode along and sure enough kid that runs in your blood. Dad puts the truck in low gear and you drive the truck with the window down so you can yell at the cows. If Dad takes you through the middle of the cows on foot you will scream at them like you have obviously heard your Daddy do and you will pet them, or hit them, or kick them......
Even though I have never liked animals like this I love that it very obviously runs in your blood and you love it with no fear at all.



You worship your Daddy. I have seen a very special and intense bond forming with the 2 of you over the past few months. You have been lucky enough to spend a lot of time with him. You want to do everything like Dad does. If he wears a hat so do you, you love to wear his hats more than your own. You love to wear his sunglasses. You wear his glasses so much that I got you a pair of your own. You love to wear yours if Dad has his on too.

I know it is hard to believe but I wasn't even freaking out when this mut was licking my babys face.



You are learning how to go up and down our stairs and love it. Every time I take the gate down you are right there going up and down, up and down. You also have this new thing you do, so cute and yet so irritating. You grad our faces and make us look at you to tell us to look at something or to tell us what you want, you do it constantly. If there is a basketball game on and I look away from the TV you instantly will grab my face and make me look at you and then point to the TV to tell me to watch. I LOVE YOU!
You love to play peek-a-boo. You HATE to lay down and get your diaper changed, you are always rolling over and crawling away from me as fast as you can and it is a battle everytime we try to change you. We are learning that if we simply play peek-a-boo the whole time we are trying to change you that you will be good.



Have I ever told you that I worship you? Well...I do.

Love Mama.