Showing posts with label Bath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bath. Show all posts

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Bed, Bath and Batman

Big story of the week: Koen graduated from the crib and moved into a Big Boy Bed!!!

I know, I know...he's almost 3 years old. But you must understand, Koen has never tried to escape the crib...not even once! He likes it in there. In fact, some mornings there is no place he'd rather be with a couple of books and his dog, Scruffy. The time has come, however, mostly because Finn has also far outgrown his bassinet. We've been talking about it for months now, but it's taken us about that long to find the right bed on craig's list!

Anyway, the bedding has yet to arrive, but it's functional and Koen absolutely loves it! Even after a week, he still gets giddy when we talk about going to bed or down for a nap. And, believe it or not, it took him seven days to realize that he can get out of bed by himself! Clay and I found it so funny the first morning he woke up in the bed and called out for us to come get him...his usual morning routine. We wondered how long we should wait before showing him how to crawl out on his own. This could be the end of our peaceful weekend mornings!

Here he is on the very first night. We made a HUGE deal about it, almost ceremonial. And he couldn't have hidden that smile if he'd tried.





And here's another first...Finn took his first bath in the blue tub tonight! Here we are again, way behind schedule. We've been bathing him in the sink until now but he's just getting so big. And now that he's kicking his feet around, he's super slippery and hard to hold! We tried a quick couple of baths in the big tub, as Koen does, but he wanted nothing to do with that. For some reason, it really freaked the little guy out. But tonight's bath was incredibly peaceful, just like it should be.

Happy tubbing little chub.




Apparently, while Clay was shopping at Target, a rogue pair of Batman jammies jumped into his shopping cart! He claims they were on sale and he couldn't resist. Koen is stoked. I'm not sure he even understands the superhero thing yet. But we told him he looked cool with a cape, and he agrees.







Tidbits:

Koen entered the kitchen for breakfast yesterday morning. On his way to his chair, he passed by Finn in the bouncy seat. He casually greeted him by saying, "Hi Chubbs" and then climbed up to the table. Pretty random...he's never called him that before. Crack up!

Koen has also pulled his very first joke on me, all by himself, totally unprovoked. He got me, too. At that moment, I got a brief glimpse into my future as the only female in a house full of jokers. Hmmmmm.

My favorite moment with Finn right now? When he first wakes me up in the morning. His soft little grunts and lip smacks are so sweet. I peer over the side of the bassinet, and the moment he sees me a huge smile spread across his face. He opens his arms straight out to his sides with his palms facing up (a gesture to say, 'pick me up, Mom'). And always, before picking up this happy little bundle, I can't resist putting my fingers in his palms. He quickly and firmly grips my fingers and his hands are a little bit cool and amazingly soft! Love it, love it!

Koen's phrases:

Koen recently learned how to make himself dizzy and he thinks it's pretty funny. When he does it he says, "Fink I'm busy!" This translates to "I think I'm dizzy". At first, I laughed thinking he was imitating me when I tell him he's 'busy'...usually when he's running around hardly taking a second to catch a breath. I agreed with him, of course, because he IS being busy. So when I found out what he was actually saying, I loved the connotation!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Buckethead

 

What's there not to love about bath time?  K can't find anything...except maybe the end of bath time. Daddy usually gives him his bath, and it's always a good time.  Tonight's bath was none too soon, either, after K rubbed avocado in his eyebrows during dinner.  Which brings me to another addition to K's vocabulary:

eyebrow="ahh-boo"

And this morning he ate half of his oatmeal all by himself with a spoon!  Big milestone!  The cutest thing about it is that with each spoonful, he says "coop" (scoop!) as he scoops the spoon through the mush.  We taught him this after he continuously tried to stab at the oatmeal with the spoon, as if it was a fork.  Very frustrating.  So:

scoop="coop"