I had Adam stay in the childcare center at the YMCA today while I worked out. This is the first time he’s ever been alone without a relative looking after him. I think it bothered me more than it did him. I spent the whole time (25 minutes on the elliptical and 20 on the treadmill for those of you curious (Stacy)) waiting for someone to come get me and tell me he was having a meltdown, fell headfirst into a table, or needed a diaper change. And you know what? That didn’t happen. When I went down to pick him up almost an hour after abandoning him dropping him off he was happily playing with a 16 month old girl. The woman watching him said he cried once (when another mom came to pick up her two kids), but other than that handled it like a champ. I think it will be good for him to have the interaction with other children and also to get used to being around non-family adults.

During the times I wasn’t staring at the door waiting for someone to come tell me I needed to rescue my child I watched the “Today Show” and followed along by reading the closed captioning. At the end of the show the words, “Tomorrow is Booze Day” appeared on the screen. I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that whoever was transcribing the commentary should have typed “Tomorrow is Tuesday”, but just in case it wasn’t an error I guess I should wish everyone a Happy Booze Day Eve.

Dave and I were able to link up our computers so that we can see the files on each other’s laptops. This allows me access to all of his music. Armed with this newfound arsenal of songs Adam and I had a dance party in the living room this afternoon. Hardwood floors are fun to dance on and he lets me lead. He laughs like crazy when I spin him around in circles. It is adorable and makes me really dizzy.

For the most part Dave and I have very different taste in music. My goal is  to brainwash the little dude early so that we can overpower Dave and gain control over the radio during long car rides.

Right now Adam is taking a nap in his crib. This is a big deal because Adam has a very firm anti-crib stance when it comes to sleeping. But he missed his morning nap and despite the fact that he was very, very tired would not go to sleep for me (I tried rocking, singing, book reading, and a bottle). So finally I put him in his crib, turned on some music, and shut the door. He was not at all pleased with me (and was very vocal about this perceived injustice). However, he is now sleeping and while it wasn’t pretty, I’ll take the win on this one.

I’m going to attempt and change my Knitting School Dropout status by taking (and hopefully completing this time) a Knitting for Beginners class. It starts tonight at 6. Wish me luck. The last class left me with half of a mitten, maybe this time around I’ll actually complete a project.

Since Adam is sleeping so peacefully I think I’m going to go take a nap myself. For some reason I couldn’t sleep last night and so I was wide awake at 4 AM. Maybe it was first day of school jitters? But don’t worry, I’m not going to end this without an Adam picture (or two). If you’ve read through all of this you deserve it.

In 1970 Marian McQuade began a campaign to set aside a special day each year just for grandparents. Nothing in my internet research has led me to believe she worked for Hallmark. In 1978 Congress passed legislation proclaiming the first Sunday after Labor Day to be National Grandparents Day (the lack of possessive punctuation in the name bothers me and I may have added an apostrophe to the cards Adam sent out). This proclamation was signed by President Jimmy Carter (pretty sure he didn’t work for Hallmark either).

All Hallmark joking aside, I really would like to wish a very happy Grandparents Day to all of Adam’s grandmas, grandpas, and great-grandparents. He’s pretty lucky to be surrounded by so many people that love him. And we’re thankful for that every day of the year, not just the first Sunday after Labor Day.

1. This week Adam has decided he prefers walking to crawling. He’s been walking all over the place and is actually pretty steady on his feet. I think he just needed to feel comfortable with his new skills – and now there’s no stopping him – except for when he falls.

2. My new laptop arrived yesterday. I think I am in love.

3. My new laptop has a webcam.

4. On Thursday Dave belched (is that more proper than saying burped?).

5. Last night we learned that Adam loves his Great Grandma Marie’s meatballs (smart boy) and this morning discovered he does not like cheese strudel (weirdo).

6. My new laptop has a webcam and you can take pictures with fun borders.

7. Did you think that is all I was going to say on #4? If that was newsworthy I’d be posting Dave belching updates several times per hour. The reason this event deserves mention on our website is that Adam heard it and immediately tried to copy Dave by mimicking the sound. It was cute and gross all at the same time.

He’s a pretty cute little guy isn’t he? I think so – today. Last night at about 1:16 AM I had a very different opinion.

Because last night at about 1:16 AM that adorable one-year-old was throwing up in my ear. And by that I do not mean that I was next to him and could hear him (which was also true), I mean it in the most literal and disgusting way possible.

For those of you counting (Stacy) this makes three times in his life that Adam has vomited on someone’s head – and yes, all three times it was mine. And while I am very glad that Adam seemed to feel immediately better and has been fine all day today, there is nothing about that aspect of parenting that I enjoy. I am pretty sure that Dave would have to agree with me – since he was the lucky one that got to clean up the baby, bedding, and carpet while I was in the shower. I figured that was a fair trade – after all I was the one that was in danger of losing my hearing.

And in case you aren’t sufficiently grossed out by this story, apparently goat boy had eaten some paper earlier in the evening. My theory is that Bond, Baby Bond, was part of some covert mission that required him to destroy all correspondences by ingesting the evidence.

I wonder if that could have been what caused the upset stomach.

While I was in Washington I received a bunch of pictures (via text messages since the laptop virus incident is still in the process of being resolved) of the little dude from my parents and sister. This one was by far my favorite and is the background on my cell phone now (speaking of my phone, it took some substantial damage at the hands – or should I say teeth – of a certain 13 month old today – but that’s another story and not really his fault since I am the one that lets him play with it – thankfully Friday is (hopefully) new cell phone day for Dave and me – how’s that for a tangent?).

When Adam was about 5 months old his favorite toys were the eggs that came with his Fisher Price Farm and a spatula. He still plays with the eggs on a daily basis. However, I (or it might have been Dave – yeah, let’s blame it on him) accidentally put the spatula back in the drawer with all of the other kitchen utensils after washing it a couple of months ago and that was the end of the spatula obsession. That is until last week when Aunt Stacy got Adam the mother of all spatulas.  I can’t speak to the spatulas functionality in the kitchen, but there on the end of the handle is an egg.  According to Dave the only way it could be more perfect is if it said “Adam” on the side of it. I think the little man likes it just fine the way it is (he can’t read anyway). He’s been crawling all over the place with it and even insisted on holding it earlier when I gave him a bottle before nap time.

Well, I’m back from my trip to Seattle.  Did I even mention I was going to Seattle?  I left the 25th and got back late last night.  The trip was to celebrate the marriage of one of my very best friends.  It was one of the sweetest weddings I’ve ever been too.  It was held outdoors on a working goat farm, and there were cows and chickens in addition to the goats.  Sasquatch tried to ruin the day by stealing the rings, but the groom was able to tackle him (after a brief pursuit) and the ceremony proceeded without any other disruptions.

No, I’m not making any of this up – especially not the part where I said it was one of the sweetest weddings I’ve ever been too.  As much as I missed my boys, I am very glad I was able to make the trip and witness such a wonderful couple share their commitment to one another.  The Bigfoot sighting was just the icing on the cake.

During our drive out to my parents’ house yesterday we stopped for lunch at Heid’s.  I know Grandpa Kurt in particular will be jealous of that meal.  Adam is still a bit too little for hot dogs – but we did sneak him some chocolate milk and he loved it.

He thought it was so funny that Dave was holding him up in the air that I couldn’t get him to look at me.  And I’m sure the other diners though it was a bit funny that we were taking his picture with the sign, but that’s okay with me.

I had a secret goal of posting to this site once a day for the whole month of August.  I was doing pretty well too. But I forgot to write something on Wednesday night and then last night my computer got a virus – fun right?  I trying to figure out how to fix it (without paying someone else to do it). When I turn on my laptop all I see is the wallpaper and curser – no icons, no start menu, no nothing.  The good news is that all of my files (photos, scrapbook pages and supplies, and documents) are still there and we should be able to, at the very least, save that information.  My preliminary internet research has found other people that have had the same problem, but none of their fixes are working for me – so I’ll just keep trying.

So anyway, that’s where things stand with us.  In much more exciting news than computer viruses, we closed on the sale of our house in Virginia today.  Dave got to meet the new owner and she told him that one of the main things that drew her to the house – the paint colors.  Ha!  Nice.  Anyway, I’m going to go do some more digging around and see if I can find a solution to this stupid virus.

We’re pretty sure that Adam is getting another tooth. It’s not really a surprise. He’s been Adam 7-tooth for over a month now.

I don’t see any signs of the 8th tooth when I look inside his mouth, but he’s certainly acting like there is another pearly white about to make an appearance. He’s cranky, moody, and biting. I am not at all thrilled with the biting, the cranky and moody I can deal with, the biting hurts. He drew blood today and I have a purple bruise the size of a quarter from yesterday. He got Dave pretty good tonight too. So if it is a tooth, let’s hope it comes in soon.

If you look in the sidebar I’ve started adding scrapbook pages to the website. I’m really far behind – maybe this will help me to get some more pages done – you know, in between the Adam wrangling and unpacking.