Tail Feathers

Sizing up baby booties. Competition is heating up!



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Run-way Cafe

We met Ben for lunch today at a little restaurant that is literally on the airstrip at the downtown airport.

Now, to clarify for those not local to Gville, the downtown airport is for those itty-bitty prop planes you see flying around and always hope they aren't flying as low as they appear. It was so cool because the pilots would land their plane, "park" it right in front of the restaurant & come in to grab lunch, then take off again. It reminded me of being on the lake and docking your boat to go grab a bite.

Jackson loved watching the planes take-off and land and we found a new favorite lunch spot!

{Disregard Ben's diva shades. He left his sunglasses at work & had to use a spare pair of mine.}


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7 Months Old

I've been pretty busy with my extremely active almost-3-year-old so Weston's monthly birthdays seem to sneak by more and more quickly!

Nearly 2 weeks ago, sweet Westie turned 7 months old. He's pushing 22 lbs and is wearing 18 month clothing. Any hope of being able to use Jackson's hand-me-downs is diminishing as Weston closes in on Jackson size-wise. He's currently wearing jammies that Jackson wore last spring and that he could probably still cram in to, albeit a little snug.

Its no surprise that Westie enjoys eating and expects 3 solid meals a day in addition to nursing on demand. He's doing well with puffs and rice crackers and we tried tiny shreds of chicken for the first time recently. I just recovered from a bad case of mastitis (as in bed-ridden for a day and Ben had to stay home from work) but fortunately my milk supply did not suffer.

Weston is not a fan of tummy time and due to body-mass ratio, he's not ready to crawl quite yet. He does reach for anything in sight & goes from sitting to tummy but no real forward motion yet. He does stand pretty well and likes to play standing up closely supervised.

Weston thinks Jackson hung the moon and absolutely ADORES his brother. Adores him.















And we decided it was time to bring an old favorite down from the attic. Westie has enjoyed playing on the rocket car but Jackson played with it for 2 hours yesterday morning. Yes, 2 hours. I need to start taking away and reintroducing more toys!



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A mealtime prayer

In the words of Jackson, 2 1/2:
Dear God,
Thank you for my mommy, my daddy, my baby boy, my Oma, my juice, my Belly, my playset, Cooper, Mr. Pauls, my food, my toys and my poopoo prize.
Aaaaaa-men!

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The last day of Winter

On Monday,we bid farewell to the winter season by spending 95% of our day outside in the 80-degree sunshine.

We spent the morning at the zoo with our neighbor Andrea & her little girl Anna.










After disco-naps, the boys were eager-beaver to play outside, and Jackson even requested I get out the water hose. You don't have to ask me twice. We all ended up soaking wet and Bella even got a bath.


Shortly after, I hear Jackson calling for me from the slide. I look up and this is what I see:



Weston was a bit young to be part of the hose fun so after his messy teething cookie, we made him a redneck hot tub in the water table. He was full of compliments on his makeshift pool.







Then some nudie snack time.




We are so glad spring is here! But if the balmy mid-March weather is any indication, it's going to be a HOT summer!



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Two peas in a pod

Jackson, being aware of how much I enjoyed seeing him crawl into his brother's crib a few weeks back, has taken to climbing in there any chance he gets.
Last week, he noticed that I as changing Weston, so he stripped down to his own pull-up and requested that Baby Boy come "play in his diaper". Not sure where he got the idea for nudey wrestling, but we'll try it.











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Making progress...

This week, we finally had a potty-training break through. We've been fairly successful at peeing in the potty for the past week & Jackson has even woken up in the AM completely dry the past several mornings. We've had accidents of course, but 9 out of 10 times, he'll stay dry.

Going #2 in the potty is a different story. After dirtying 2 pairs of big boy underwear out of pure stubbornness, Ben promised Jackson a "big party with presents" if he pooped in the potty. Still no luck. But when I showed him the Costco size pack of big boy Star Wars underwear that he didn't get to wear until he pooped in the potty, Pavlov's theory finally proved to be true. Post-nap, he rushed to the potty and strained his little heart out to produce the tiniest little poo I have ever seen. But poop is poop & he was so proud of himself and his new underwear.




(Weston was there for moral support and had a front row seat for all the action.)

Fast forward three days...no more pooping in the potty and several accidents on the Jedis. Despite the lure of new presents that he can easily acquire just by pooping in the potty, he is holding strong. But thankfully forward progress has been made so we are on the right track.



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