The Terrible Two...

year molars are making their entrance. Poor James has been in pain for several days, and he won't even eat a banana when his mouth hurts, which is saying something, as banana is his favorite food. He actually calls them "nums" rather than bananas. We have to give him Tylenol a good 30 minutes before he eats in order for him to even try to eat without just whimpering and grabbing at his mouth and cheeks.

Poor baby. Teething sucks. I actually will say that teething is the worst part about having James. It turns our usually happy and laid back boy into a little whiney, grumbly, bitey, pinchy, cranky monster child. Who doesn't sleep at night. Because you know I missed getting up at 3am to soothe my baby back to sleep. Oh wait.

At least these are the last teeth for a few years.

How Not to Encourage Your Child to Like Dinosaurs

James loves dinosaurs, or "saurs" as he calls them. He has dinosaur books and dinosaur jammies, and he delights in pointing out the "saurs" on his shoes. I thought it would be neat to show him the big, red, roaring dinosaur they have on display at Target.

Apparently seeing something that is your size roaring and stomping around is pretty scary. Even scarier than that is showing him a small, molded plastic dinosaur that neither roars nor moves as an effort at demonstrating that not all dinosaurs are scary. That sent James into such a terror that people actually came from the next aisles over to look at me and see what I had done to my child, because surely only a child that is actively being abused cries like that. I told James I was sorry and carried him around a bit, but I may have gotten him off the dinosaur kick. I also managed to thoroughly terrify him of going down any aisle in the toy department. Oops. Well, you live, you learn.

Bears do NOT Go in the Dryer

James did not want Pooh Bear to go in the dryer after the bear's most recent "bath." I had washed him because during a nap this weekend James peed on him (hahaha, he peed on Pooh...). James saw me toss the "Beaw" into the dryer, and immediately said "Beaw!! No!! Wet!" Puzzled, I fished out the bear, gave him to James, and watched as James laid him on the door of the dryer, proclaimed that he was, indeed, wet, and proceeded to march around the house clutching the slightly damp bear in a death grip until bathtime. By the time James went to bed, Pooh was dry, but boy did mama learn her lesson!

Also, my iPod makes a handy phone, if a certain boy wants to call "Gma House" (grandma's house). In the future, however, I will be sure to lock the iPod before James tries to call any other edifices, as he managed to change the time zone and some other settings before he got bored of his game.

James' First Trip to the Aquarium

We went to the Denver Aquarium with my mom, cousin Gail, Gail's daughter Sandy, and my little brother Jonny.

Apparently James is not a fan of being eaten by a giant shark. Good to know.

December 2008

"Helping" Tena decorate the tree

First Haircut: Before

After!

Christmas 2008

Christmas Card Photos

Christmas Eve

Christmas Day

James 11 Months