Monthly Archives: November 2013

Silly things I am loving about Sam right now…

His baby babbles:

His selfies:

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(and how pleased he is with them)

That he loves riding in cars:

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And if a car is not nearby he will make one:

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How he climbs into his chair to have his nighttime baba:

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(our little monkey)

and then asks to go in his crib where he plays with Mr Wolf:photo 2 (2)

That he brushes my hair, and his own:

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(maybe not that he brushes the cats’:)

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His hide n seek games when he wakes:

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(I can still see you Sam)

And this love of giving kisses:

But most of all…. that he is my buddy always:

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Very much to be thankful for this year. Happy Thanksgiving!

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Sam at 12 months

As I said before – Dwarficus is 1! The advent of his birthday came and went with little sentimentality. I thought I would be tearful that he is growing up, but Sam is just so much fun, and moving so quickly, I just love every passing milestone with him. When it gets better and better, you look forward, not back. So, I guess I don’t have much to say about the little one! He sleeps like a rockstar – I am pleased that for us, the pain of CIO was worth it. He will wake in the night once every couple of months for a top-up bottle, with which I am only happy to oblige. And he is growing like a weed! When born, his height and weight were about 37th percentile – odd for larger-than-average parents, but I did not eat that much in pregnancy so maybe…? Anyway, he has steadily climbed up the growth curve to 50th, then 85th, and is not off the charts for height (but 85th percentile for weight). Given my choice, I’d still be breastfeeding, so I am glad he is tall but not fat! 🙂

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Sam’s growth chart

His words are coming along SLOWLY. We have just Mama, Dada, cat, dog, duck and George that are used reliably. And ‘tat’ when he gets something he wants – not sure if that is a ‘thank you’ or a general noise of satisfaction 😉 I am glad that when left to his own devices, Sam will finally settle down with books (often choosing books over other toys), otherwise pushing cars and trucks or just about anything with wheels (including my father on a chair!) is the order of the day. Putting shapes in holes is an easy task, putting rings on a post somewhat more elusive. Walking is possible but shunned, unless it speeds his travels towards food.

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Ah food – a good motivator for Sam. He eats well, even in restaurants, where we get a good 30-45 mins peaceful eating time, then he is less reliable. Sushi is one of his favorite foods, and I try to bring it home for him often. And he learning to use a spoon! Just:

He is still a roly-poly, sociable, robust ball of fun. My friends remark that he just doesn’t fuss, but does laugh an awful lot. The joy of Sam cannot be described in words! This video perhaps does better (if you are interested, wait until 3/4 of the way trough for the screams of ‘I-just-can’t-stand-it-anymore’):

Sam and Wes are first in my prayers every night, and I thank God for them every day.

A conversation over a glass of wine

Former hobby

Former hobby

The other day I was chatting to my husband about something that I had something to sell on Craigslist. He said “Ooooh, you should get a good few dollars to sink into a hobby with THAT”.

I grinned. Then I paused and said “I don’t have any hobbies anymore….”.

“Seriously Wes, you have a little bit of time in the day, and your evenings. I get up, have breakfast and go to work. I come home, cook dinner (which it is my choice to do), eat with the family, and then because I have missed Sam all day, I insist on doing the bath-play-bottle-bed routine. Sam goes down at 8, I clear up and it is 8.20. I am too tired to think about a hobby, plus, it is time I want to spend with you! On the weekends, I like to take Sam on a playdate Saturday mornings, and Sunday mornings are church… on both days, I get home at 1, always have some work / chores, and then by 5 it is time to be thinking about dinner again. I don’t have any hobbies! I barely maintain the aquarium that I have, and there is nowhere to go hiking or biking in Houston. I can’t make the gym and get back to lifting and if I bake there is no one to eat it because I don’t go out anymore!”.

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Another pause.

“In those few hours that I do have, I like to do Sam’s scrapbook, and his baby book, but I don’t really need much for that”.

Wes looked at me and said “Well… you really wanted a baby. I guess your hobby is your baby”.

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New hobby

I guess so.

It is not quite accurate – I do have a hobby of voluntary work: volunteering weekly at MD Anderson, sponsoring a child ton whom I write to regularly, and helping with the church childcare once a month. And I chose to cook the evening meal because I enjoy cooking and like to do that. But I used to do so much: video games, reading, hiking, a tonne of sports, travel… I feel like the old Lekki is gone.

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My sponsored child

It is not a bad thing, but it is certainly a ‘I-am-glad-that-I-really-lived [and I think I really lived]-before-kids’ thing, and it is a ‘this-is-the-life-I-wanted-and-I-love-it thing’. But it was a bit of a revelation and a bit of shock, and perhaps not something I had appreciated when I chose the ‘I want an involving, demanding, uncertain career – a vocation – and a family’ .

I don’t think it will change, and I don’t think I want it to change. In fact, I made the decision I would try not to fit my kids around my life, but to drastically change my life to them. But, it is still a shock to realize, and I am just learning to appreciate the new normal.

Anyone else feel this?

I came across this cartoon today which sums it up.

Happy Birthday Sam!

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Happy 1st Birthday Little Guy! Dwarficus is 1!

Celebrating Sam’s first birthday was much fun. I prepared as much as I could the night before, but THANK GOD that my friend Tracey offered to show up an hour and half before to help. When I received the original offer of help from Tracey, I was not sure I needed it, but thought it would be nice to see Tracey anyway. When Tracey turned up with the blessed, blessed sugary caffeine (Starbucks’ new holiday lattes), just an hour and fifteen minutes before kick-off, I was still in my PJs with no sandwiches made, and 24 cupcakes to ice. Ouch.

With Tracey dispatched onto sandwich making duty, and fueled by coffee, I decorated Sam’s big birthday cake:

Kit kat cake, first birthday cake, M&M cake, easy birthday cake

Decorated his ‘smash cake’*, made a whole tower of cupcakes:

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and laid out the little spread:

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(I also managed to dress myself, although not wonderfully well).

We were so touched that so many people came to celebrate Sam’s special day. Sam was especially pleased to see his buddy Jake:

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and his friend Drew, who has given Sam lots of his favorite toys:

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and Drew’s sisters:

How cute are these guys?

How cute are these guys?

After food and play, Sam got to open presents:

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Including some sent over from Britain especially by very dear friends:

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And then was the smash cake, which Sam refused to smash, but ate rather daintily (why won’t he do that at home?!?)

Babies and fire, a winning combination

Babies and fire, a winning combination

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A super cute, super fun time. Thank you so much to everyone who did anything to help make it special

His friends

His friends

A little young to truly appreciate the festivities

A little young to truly appreciate the festivities

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*Smash cake: An American tradition of giving a little birthday cake to the birthday girl / boy on their first birthday, for them to smash up and make a mess with!

What a difference a year makes

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This time last year, we ate a ‘last meal’ at an Italian in Bellaire, got 3/4 of the way through ‘Rock of Ages’ and got the ‘phone call to ‘come on in’. The ceravdil was placed and we went to sleep with fingers crossed.

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THIS year, the we have two birthday cake made but not decorated, 24 chocolate brownie cupcakes ready to frost, 4 sandwich fillings waiting to used, balloons waiting to be inflated and presents waiting to be opened. We are going to sleep with big smiles on our faces 🙂

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Come on party day!!