Monday, November 30, 2009

Where's My Nose?

Dexter not only can point out your nose on command but he will enthusiastically stick his little fingers up your nostrils until you pry his tiny hands away from your face.

Tractor Cake!





Dexter's first birthday was a smashing success! Thanks to the A's (the Ewers cousins') superior frosting mixing skills and expert advice, Ben and I were able to realize our dream of making Dexter a tractor cake. Thanks, too, to all of Dexter's friends who could attend. Finally, thanks to my friends for taking photos. Without you I would be left trying to describe the scene in words. And words just wouldn't do it justice. You can see in the photo that Dexter quickly dug into his cupcake (the front tractor wheel).

Friday, November 27, 2009

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thankful for Thanksgiving Dinner




It was a quiet Thanksgiving. Messy but quiet.

Tolerance

My Bologna tolerates Dexter but now that he spends most of his day getting chased by Dexter he's not really interested in playing with him, even if he's got Blue Puppy.

Dying-Battery Barney Doesn't Damper Dexter's Delight

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Guitar Prodigy





Dexter is a natural with the Bitchcaster - Ben's homemade modified telecaster. He was thrilled to show off his musical skills to Grandma and Gunker!

The Destroyer


When he's quiet, I know he's up to no good.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Empathy

My son is not a sociopath! He proved it to me Wednesday night. I was exhausted and anxious about a presentation I was giving the next morning. Ben was at band practice until late into the night and all I wanted to do was get Dexter to sleep and crawl into bed myself. Sure enough, it was one of those rare nights when Dexy couldn't sleep. From 8:15 - 10:30pm I was running between my bed and his room to comfort him. At one point, I was holding him in his rocking chair and he was inconsolable - tossing his paci clear across the room, screaming and crying, flailing his arms, kicking his legs, the whole enchilada. I couldn't keep it together any longer and just started crying - tears streaming down my face, chest heaving, whimpers and sobs, the whole enchilada. Then I realized that Dexter wasn't crying anymore. I looked down at him in my arms and he was completely still just looking at me with a slightly confused and concerned look on his face. Believe me, this was not the first time I had cried while trying to comfort him. But it was the first time he responded to my emotional state. Eventually he got to sleep. Not long after that My Bologna started puking all over the living room floor and I was out of bed again cleaning the carpet. It was not my night.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Stranger Anxiety

What I had been reading about for months finally happened! Ben's parents arrived Thursday evening for a weekend visit and when they rang the doorbell Dexter was playing in the living room. They enthusiastically went to Dexter and, at first, he seemed very excited to see Gunker (Ben's dad). Ben looks and sounds a lot like his dad so I think Dexy thought it was his Daddy coming to get him. But when Gunker picked Dexy up, he got a good look at Gunker and the expression on his face went from excited happy to terrified sad. Meanwhile, Grandma was approaching to say hi and Dexter was having none of it. He was screaming and crying, pushing his poor grandparents away, his wide eyes darting around the room seeking Mommy. He calmed down when I took him into my arms but he still was wary of Grandma and Gunker, looking around and crying when he caught sight of them. This only lasted a few minutes, after which he quickly warmed up to them.

I know this is going to sound evil but it was hilarious. It was also comforting and rewarding (for me) to experience this normal attachment behavior. Let's hope his birthday party doesn't traumatize him too much!!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Saturday, November 7, 2009

On Par

These days, Dexter and My Bologna both:
  • Enthusiastically give sloppy, wet kisses to Mommy
  • Enjoy their daily walks and romps on the floor with Daddy
  • Love getting their hair brushed by Mommy
  • "Ask" for their dinners and whine when they want attention
  • Get their poop picked up and deposited in a plastic bag
  • Give "high 5's" on command
  • Partake in an afternoon biscuit (usually each his own but there has also been plenty of biscuit sharing)
  • Speak monosyllabically
  • "Come" to Mommy when asked
  • Pilfer food off of Mommy's and Daddy's plates
  • Stop in their tracks when they hear a sternly spoken "no"

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Developmental Burst

In the past 24 hours, Dexter has started "walking", waving, and clapping hands. All this despite a bad cold and no afternoon naps. If he starts speaking with real words tomorrow I'm going to freak. Does this mean he's now a toddler and not my baby anymore?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Restricted Access

Dexter now realizes that there are things to explore on the other side of closed doors and baby gates and if we leave one open (even for a minute) he makes a mad dash for uncharted territory then has a fit when he's returned to his restricted access area.

Mommy Moment

It was the kind of thing I had heard about and yet refused to believe it would happen to me. But yesterday I experienced what I've heard others describe as a "mommy moment". I had to take Dexter out to the toy store so I put on my coat and put Dexter's coat on him then carried him out to the car with my wallet and car keys in my hands. I put the wallet on the hood of the car and used the keys to unlock the car door, leaving them in the car door lock until I got Dexy fastened into his car seat. When Dexter was settled, I got the keys out of the door, started the car, and drove about a mile until I realized I didn't have my wallet with me! Where had I put it? Mentally retracing my steps, my eyes caught a glimpse of the wallet - still on the hood of the car! Great. That's my life now...driving my wallet around town on the hood of my car.

Sunday, November 1, 2009