Cookie? Cookie? Cookieeeee?

Imagine hearing "cookie?" in various intonations as you are trying to get through the grocery store. Each item tossed in the cart was met with a heartbroken plea of "cookie?" After eating his two (mom-approved, packed at home) graham crackers by the time we were rounding the corner to the cereal aisle (translation: less than 10 minutes in the store), his pleas turned into a full on scream fest. No, no I won't give you a "cookie." Note: "cookie" means anything that he thinks he should be eating that is not a vegetable or Goldfish cracker.

Julian, sweetheart, this has got to stop.

I can't remember the last time I had a meal where you didn't start screaming at some point. It could be because your plate is empty (this is not shocking, given the rate at which you throttle food into your little mouth). It could be because you have set aside all of your vegetables in the cup holder and are without anything desirable. It could be because you want what I'm having. God help us all when it's time for you to get wiped up. Sweet son, you sure know how to wail when the "end of meal" signal (i.e. a washcloth) appears.

You are not starving, I assure you. On the contrary: you eat more than I do. You do not need to look in the trash throughout the day, looking for cookies. I'm sure that the first, sweet, forbidden taste of peanut butter via an old sandwich crust was delicious, but for the love of sanitation, please, stop this behavior.

I rue the day when you can actually open the door to the pantry. You can be found down there, trying to your hardest to get in. Should you hear the door open, or even *think* that I am walking down the hallway to open the pantry, I can be sure you will be hot on my heels, hoping for a little snack.

Please, Child.

I have given you things at this age that I did not give to your younger brothers, just for a little peace. Half of my turkey sandwich? Have at it. PB&J? Why not. Have a chip or three.

Just please stop screaming.


I'm running out of crackers.

Julian at 15 Months

It's been really fun to hear the pad pad pad of another set of feet around here. I still do a double-take when I see your little body round a corner, standing (albeit a bit unsteady) on two feet. You are such a big boy!

Last month you said your first word: "ca ca." Over the past two weeks, this has changed into a solid "cookie" sound, which means anything delicious to eat (crackers, cheerios, and yes, the occasional cookie!). The irony of this first word is not lost on us, because son, you love to eat. Other words you say are "nigh nigh" and "beebee" (baby).

You've turned into quite the cuddle bug. You love to take a break out of your busy day to rest your head on a shoulder and receive some loving. And yes, thumb-sucking is a huge part of this ritual. Your thumb is a big source of comfort for you at this stage of the game, and I'm wondering how long this will last...

Your dad and I think you have really big hands for such a little guy.

In the last months, you have shown a bit of a temper. This usually occurs when we take something forbidden away from you, or move you away from out of the fireplace. I know, I know: how could we? Those fireplace rocks sure are tasty, aren't they?

You are 33 inches long and weigh nearly 23 pounds. Big boy, you are!

Miles: Five and Fabulous

Oh, Miles.

If I were to ask you five things you like to do, you would say:

1. Lego
2. Watching Star Wars
3. Coloring
4. Playing with Adam
5. Swimming


If I were to ask you five things you do not like, you would say:

1. Eating dinner (breakfast and lunch are fine)
2. Reading books
3. Going to preschool
4. Vegetables
5. Leaving the house (you love to be at home)

If you were to ask me five things I love about you, I would say:

I love your creativity. You have the ability to make incredibly elaborate Lego creations in the blink of an eye. It's really impressive. The other day you made a creature from Star Wars and it involved turning light sabers into articulating legs (like a spider). Really, really cool.

I love how you love Adam. I know your relationship with him will change as the years go on - you will love him, you may hate him, but hopefully you will love him again as an adult. For now, you know that the bond between you and your brother is strong. Not to say the two of you don't fight - because you do, and it usually ends up in you punching him - but for the most part, the two of you are best buddies, and it's wonderful.

I love spending the afternoons with you. Knowing that you'll be in Kindergarten next year, I have been cherishing the time we spend together in the afternoons. Just you and I, while Julian takes a nap and before Adam gets home from school. Some days we spend time on the couch, you looking at Lego Star Wars book, usually. Other days we do some coloring. And yes, other afternoons I let you watch a few cartoons all bundled up in a blanket with a snack. You're only 5 once, right?

I love to hear you laugh! You have the best belly laugh in town when tickled. Or when laughing at fart jokes. Or other things boys your age find funny.

I love your zest for life. Always up for something new, something fun, something that burns of energy. You are in it to win it, and do (almost) everything with a happy attitude. You are so much fun to have around, Miles Andrew.

Happy 5th Birthday, Smiley Miley. Mama loves.

The break up.

For the past 13 months, Julian has called all the shots with regards to breastfeeding (and let's face it, lots of other things, too). He never took a bottle, so it was just he and I. He and I.

He and I.

It shouldn't surprise me that he also decided that he was done nursing all on his own. No warning, just a "too busy to be bothered with this thing you're peddling" attitude. No thank you, Ma'am...we're all done here.

Who does he think he is?

I feel sad.

And a little offended. What do you mean, you're done? Don't you realize that you're the last baby I'll ever nurse? That there is usually slow weaning process that helps both you and I? Clearly, he missed this important memo.

But mostly, just sad. The kind of sad that makes you lose it and have the ugly cry.

Onward and upward, they say. Heave Ho. Carry on.

To my boobs:

Thank you (again!) for a job well done. You are small, but very mighty. This time around there was nary a clogged duct, for which I am grateful. You will be rewarded in due time with new bras (under wire, even!) that will give others the illusion of what you once were. Perky.

February update.

Greetings on this very cold, very snowy 3rd day of February. We finally received what we have been waiting for all winter - snow, and lots of it! The boys have been sledding, playing football in the snow, and more sledding. I am thankful for a decent sledding hill in our backyard that the boys enjoy, either by themselves or with the neighbor boys.

Julian continues to eat us out of house and home. At 13 months he just started waving and saying "ba!" for "bye." He also says "ba ba ba" and "ga ga ga" all the time. If I hold up a car and ask him to say "car" he says "ca," but I think he's mimicking what I'm saying as opposed to putting any connection between the two. Regardless, I love hearing his sweet little voice. When his thumb isn't in his mouth, brother has a lot to say.

Miles has been enjoying swimming lessons this winter. He is fearless in the water, which is a blessing and a curse. He can swim lengths underwater, but is unsure how to come up for air. He needs to start with the basics and learn how to tread water. He would be ready for a more advanced class if it weren't for that one little piece of the swimming puzzle. I plan to ask his teacher this week how we can get to that point. Maybe a few lessons one on one will do the trick. In addition to swimming, he's doing well at learning his letters at school. He can write his first and last name, which I think is rather impressive.

Adam also takes swimming lessons, and is learning about diving in from the side, stroke refinement, and breathing techniques. I hope he continues to like it, because I think his long and lean frame would be perfect for swimming competitively. We shall see. I'm hopeful he will be able to move up to the next level at the Y soon. He is doing well in school, and I couldn't be happier with his report card that was sent home on Friday. He tries his best, and it shows. :)

The Lego obsession continues. Both brothers can look at a set of Lego instructions and put sets together faster than I can. Where I am still looking at the picture, Miles and/or Adam is often steps ahead of me, waiting to turn the page. Oh, to be young and quick! Aside from the sets, I have been impressed with the creations both have come up with. Their imaginations know no bounds, it seems.

Last weekend we took advantage of Adam's winter break and headed out to Chicago for a few days. We toured the Museum of Science and Industry and the Shedd Aquarium. Miles and I braved the Chicago wind and cold weather to track down and buy popcorn at the infamous Garret Popcorn. It was worth the walk, and Miles enjoyed having his OWN bag of caramel corn. Yum. The boys enjoyed Chicago style pizza, as well as the in-hotel breakfast bar. Their favorite part of the whole trip, however, was the pool, hot tub, and sauna in the hotel. They would have stayed there all day if we would have let them. Note to self: keep it simple with regards to future vacations.

You say it's your birthday?

Dear Julian,

Happy birthday to you, sweet baby boy.

Today we celebrate the New Year ahead while wistfully thinking back on the year that has passed. It seems like just yesterday you came into the world after the most peaceful labor and delivery, all 10 pounds, 2 ounces of you. At times, the days were long and the nights even longer. But oh, how you've grown. Today, I look at you and your sweet smile and marvel at the gift you are to me. To all of us. We are blessed by you every day. for example, we have been getting a kick out of the "car sounds" you make when you pick up a matchbox car. It sounds more like a growl, but you make the noise every time you get your hands on a wheeled vehicle. You love to dig in the red bin to find your favorites.


You were a lot of fun at your party today, smiling at everyone and enjoying the new gifts. I hope I don't regret gifting you the set of (really adorable, locally made) wooden blocks (please don't throw or bang them too hard on the coffee table, mmmk?). But really, like most people and birthday parties, I'm pretty certain you came for the cake.

You really, really enjoyed your cake.

Here's to more cake and more fun in 2013.

xoxo, Mom

11 Months!

Julian is 11 months old, and here's what he's been up to!

He has 5 teeth (two on top, three on the bottom) and so far, teething has not been a problem for him.

He is now exclusively crawling on all fours. It's about time he figured out that it is much easier and faster to get from Point A to Point B this way.

His favorite foods are sweet potatoes, bananas and meat. Any kind of meat (don't tell Daddy!). Dinnertime at our house with Julian at the table has been forever changed. When he has food in front of him, there are lots of laughs (he loves to make the boys laugh), lots of eating, and lots of food dropped and splattered everywhere. When there isn't food within his reach, Lord help us all. Brother is NOT happy when this happens, and the dinner period turns from fun to fury. We usually scramble to get him wiped up, out of his chair, and into another room, because otherwise, Julian mad. Very, very mad.

He can play peek-a-boo, "so big!" and clap his hands. "So big!" is his favorite, and he will frequently throw his hands up in the air and then look away shyly, waiting for you to say "Soooooo big!"

Operation Sleep Through the Night began 3 nights ago. So far, his crying bouts haven't lasted very long. It's time, sweet Julian, for you to sleep through the night without needing your Mama. Love you long time, but this is a necessary transition for the both of us.

Love you, Jules!