Thursday, January 25, 2007


davis loves the tub

how time flies

someone mentioned tonight how big davis looked in the picture below with the coke bottle. and i told them, "oh no, that picture was taken on christmas eve." every day davis is a different boy. he now looks like a real little boy and no longer a baby. he is now the second biggest kid in his daycare class. he is so big that even i find myself wondering why he is not walking yet. then i remind myself that its not quite time yet. he's only eight months old next week. but it is so strange to see children smaller that him feeding themselves solid food and pulling themselves up and walking around the classroom.

here is the differences in 'real little boys' and 'babies'. little boys like to yelp when they want your attention. babies squeak. babies sleep all time. little boys like to head butt you and bounce as you're trying to hold them to put them to sleep. babies have little fat body parts. little boys have little leg, arm and chest muscles that are starting to develop and shape them into a miniature person. the only little fat part on their body, are those hands that try to grab anything and everything with reach or in a parent's hand. a babies cry is a dry aah sound. little boys shoot fat, wet crocodile tears and cry hysterically until you come back to them and pick them up. babies are neat eaters. little boys like to play with their food and blow bubbles in the spoon and grab the food with their hands and then put their hands on their head. thus leaving sticky gobs of sticky green or orange goo in their hair.

though he's not walking or sitting up yet. davis is a pro at supporting his own weight and holding on to the crib to stand up. yes, we do have to help him stand up first. but then he hangs out there just fine.

Saturday, January 6, 2007

just another picture?

i know, i'm slack. but at least you get two cute new pictures! maybe coke will pick it up for their 2007 christmas ads. those polar bears are getting old anyway.

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

name that tune

"rock and roll! coochie-coo."

Monday, January 1, 2007

little drummer boy

there is a spanish tradition that at 12 am on the new year, you are supposed to eat (well, practically swallow) a grape at each of the 12 bell chimes at the stroke of midnight. davis didn't quite get ALL of his grapes in his mouth this time.

we all had a great holiday week. traveling to all corners of virginia and back home again. opening lots of presents, eating lots of jars of real baby food and other sweets and ice cream shakes not meant to be given to a baby. sleeping in to 8 a.m. taking two naps a day like davis, and taking advantage of after-holiday sales. this week has gone by too quickly. as much as i'd like to think i'll be glad not to have davis grabbing the skin on my neck with his little fingers, scratching my face with his bionic growing fingernails or pulling my hair by the fistful at all hours of the day...i'll miss the little booger when he goes back to daycare - tomorrow! honestly, yes there is a very small amount of relief in that thought.

davis is growing by the hour. we truly think that everytime we put him down for a nap or get him up in the morning he has grown in his sleep. he goes to bed fat and happy and wakes up long and skinny. and usually hungry. he changes daily right before our eyes learning new things, ways and tricks of how to manipulate the mama and daddy. his latest game is picking up anything (pacifier, rattle, toy, keys) and banging them on the table or floor. if he can't find anything to pick up, he'll just hit his own stomach with his fist.

i'd like to think we have a little man on our hands. but i'm afraid his growth spurts are so rapid that he's become a little monster at 20 1/2 lbs and 28 inches long. but he's our little purple monster.