Yeah for the Big 2-0!

Paul is finally 20 pounds! I am excited that the carseat he's been riding in for 9 months is finally 'safe.' Paul's growth curve has always been below the chart. Most kids I think hover at 19 pounds and finally hit 20 pounds close to or right after their first birthday. Paul just hovered at 18 for a year. It has taken him 9 months to get those 2 other pounds. People will ask things like. "So, is he getting really big? Don't they grow so fast?" To me it seems like he's been the same size for a year. I am getting tired of some of his clothes that I wish he'd hurry and grow out of. He is finally starting to get too tall for some of his 12 month pants. I am afraid he will always be short though because of the genes, and his little feet still fit into size 3 shoes. It makes it a little hard to shop for clothes a season ahead, but I think most moms run into similar dilemas. All kids grow at their own pace, and not all brands are created equal.
We sure do love our little stinker bug. Congratulations Paul! We're proud of you!

So Much For Non-Quiet Moments

So I was talking on the phone with my mom while packing some boxes (we're moving to another apartment complex in a couple weeks). My mom asked what Paul was up to at that moment. I replied, "I can hear him talking to himself, so I'm not worried." When it is quiet I usually worry. Then a fews moments later this little face came walking around the corner. It's eye liner that I left on the counter. He climbed up onto the toilet and put on some eye shadow and eye liner. I guess it could be worse; it's not permanent marker.

Quiet Moments Have a Price

Amidst my fatigue, nausea, and constant hunger Paul keeps me on my toes. The other night Pat and I had a laugh as we were getting into bed. Paul enjoys shredding toilet paper, and if he has a roll of toilet paper he'll make little shreds and stick them into the center roll. It's as if we have a pet mouse. During the day a quiet moment usually means Paul is into something. However, I haven't been feeling well so I just sit and enjoy the peace and know that I will unfortunately have to clean a mess up in the other room later. He often gets into my make-up drawer or empties the cupboard under the sink. That is the price of a few quiet moments, and that right now seems to be worth it. So as we were climbing into bed Pat turned on our box fan that we sleep to and a puff of shredded toilet paper came blowing out of the fan. We looked at each other and just laughed. My first thought was, where did he get the toilet paper from? My second thought was, that must have been what he was doing earlier when he was quiet.

"No Mom, I want Dad to give me a bath."

I walked into the bathroom the other day to find Paul's bath water as deep as a swimming pool. Pat's reply was he likes it that deep. Dad's always seem to be more carefree.

Mmm...Sprinkles

I got this idea from my friend Stacey. I put sprinkles in Paul's oatmeal to see if he would eat the oatmeal. Sure enough, down it went. I have found that he will at least take a couple of bites of whatever I put in front of him if it has sprinkles. For lunch today he picked the sprinkles off his nachos and left the nachos, but I guess he's at least eating some.