Golf Cwubs

Carl recently decided that Carson needed a nice set of golf clubs, opposed to the plastic set that he has.  Daddy has big plans, and envisions many Summer nights spent outside golfing, playing catch, baseball, and kicking the soccer ball around.  This Mama occasionally joins in, or I just sit back and watch, as I witness a dream come true right before my eyes.  I have always dreamed of my Husband teaching our children all about the different sports, and now I get to witness this.  Talk about blessed.

We searched for quite a while for that perfect set.  You know, because he is three, and this is a big. deal.  Not too big, but not too small.  We wanted him to be able to grow into them, but them not be too big that he would get discouraged right now.  And, for a right-handed set.

A lot of money later, we found that perfect set, some tees, and some "bird" (angry birds) balls that Carson was a big fan of.

You know where this is going, right?  Carl was pumped.  Like, maybe a little more excited than Carson was.  He handed Carson the club, put the tee in the ground, set the ball on top, and let Carson have at it.  And what does he do?  Walks up to the ball, and golfs like a lefty.  Used the wrong side of the club, obviously, and hit the ball.  Which, is amazing, and awesome, and he was so proud! (As were we!) With a few scratches on his brand new club (which gets Daddy all worked up, you know) Carl decided to guide him, and helped him golf right-handed.  He had no objections, and hit it the same.  I just have to laugh, because we looked for quite some time for this set, and they had to be the perfect set.  We found a few left-handed sets that we liked, but that just wouldn't do (or so we thought)

Carson is very excited about this new golfing thing.  He actually hits it very well, and Carl displays such a proud smile every time.  Carson continuously says he wants to go golfing with Daddy sometime on the course, and I am excited for their first adventure together.

I think we have a little athlete on our hands!  Two of them, actually.  

These pictures were taken back in April, hence the brown grass, and sweatshirts!

One Year Pictures

I am still struggling with coming to terms with the fact that my baby is one.  As in....when people ask "how old are your boys?" I have to respond with "ONE and 3-1/2" instead of ____months and 3.  I told Carl that I think I will use "months" on Weston forever.  He laughed, because "14 months" does sound silly when in reality, he is ONE.

A dear friend and wonderful photographer, Laura at Posing Willows, did Weston's 1 year pictures.  I am completely in love.  With every single one of them, actually.  I seriously can't decide which one I want to get really huge to be displayed in his (make-believe) room.

I will let the pictures do the talking.  It was such a fun session, to say the least.  Boy do I love this handsome little guy and that smile.  

Now do you see why it is so difficult to make a decision as to which one is my favorite?  I am still undecided :)  

ONE Year Old

My emotions are in a complete bunch after typing the title to this post.  I mean, my baby is a ONE year old, and I am clinging tight to everything that is still baby about him.  And trust me when I say.....there ain't much to cling to.  Which makes me want to weep for days.  Ok, maybe I already have, and I have finally faced my sadness, and I am typing this post.

Life is busy, and with that comes great joy.  Ok, maybe that is my excuse for being MIA on this blog lately, and it sounds super legit.  And, well, because life is busy, and it is wonderful.

Weston.  Oh, our dearest Wes.  Where do I even begin?

He is busy.  Smart.  Funny.  Always happy.  So playful.  A lover.  Crazy.  And fearless.  And nicknamed "Baby-Zilla" for a reason.

He is a full on walker.  I wasn't so sure about this new found way of being independent after he started this gig, but now I love it.  He is so much more content and satisfied now that he can walk to his destination.  And play outside, because he can walk around in the garage and in the grass.  He is so happy, and has a true love and passion for living.  I love that about him.

He has 7 teeth, and they are the cutest pearly whites you ever did see.  He flashes them often, and it is truly a contagious smile.

He and his brother have a love/hate relationship at the moment.  Which is to be expected, really.  I was prepared for this.  They love each other, will play and giggle together, and then fight like true brothers the second I turn my back on them.  Or I go to the bathroom.  And don't think for a second that even at the young age of 1 that Weston doesn't initiate, or fight back.  Because Brother can stand his ground.

Carson has some battle wounds from him, and we are not a fan of his new form of retaliation.  Biting.  At the age of One.  His Mama is not a fan.  I have already had to "slap" his mouth a few times, indicating that biting is not allowed.  He of course laughs in my face.  That is such a typical response from him.  I have a feeling we are going to be saying that a lot in the near future, and I am not sure what to think about it.  He will keep us on our toes, no doubt about that.  I'm excited, nonetheless.

Weston is a bottomless pit.  I remember saying this in his 11 month journal update as well.  The kid out-eats Carson pretty much every meal.  Carson has 1 pancake, Weston has 3.  Carson has 1/2 of a hot dog, Weston has 2-1/2.  Wes usually finishes Carson's plate, and then some.  He likes his food, and I am perfectly ok with that.  It's actually fun to feed Weston, because there isn't much he won't eat.  And you know when the guy is done eating, because every. last. bite. on his highchair tray will be thrown on the ground.  His favorite foods: pasta, strawberries, grapes, blueberries, watermelon, hot dogs, cheese, cereal, puffcorn, and any finger food.  If it has to be given to him by spoon or fork, the kid won't eat it.  Guaranteed.

Wes is a climber.  If it is 1 inch off the ground, he will climb it.  If it's 3 feet off the ground, he will climb it.  He is absolutely fearless.  His favorite thing to do these days is climb on to the little chair in our kitchen, and proceeds to get onto the table, and stand.  He displays a proud grin, and we all move quickly as we about pee our pants trying to get to him.  He then laughs, and tries to do it again.

See what I mean?  Heart-attack! 

On to the monthly questions:

-Weight:  About 20 pounds

-How much is he eating now:  Weston still has 3 bottles a day of whole milk.  We haven't weened him from the bottle yet, and I am honestly not trying very hard.  He is very much so attached, and I think time will reveal when the time is right to rid of it.  He has all table food during meals, and a bottle morning, noonish, and before bed time.    

-Wears size 4 diapers.

-How long does he sleep at night:  After a year of not sleeping very well, these parents are occasionally getting a good nights rest!  Can I get a Hallelujah!?  Weston goes to bed about 7:30-8:00 at night, and will generally sleep through the night until about 6:30 the next morning.  

-What size of clothes is he in:  Weston is wearing 12-18 month clothes.  He is still in some of his 12 month sleepers, but we have moved to some "2-piece" jammies with the warmer temperatures, which are 18 monthers.

-Facial Expressions:  This little one of ours is so full of facial expressions.  My most favorite?  His smile, hands down.  We hear so often that he is the happiest little guy a person has ever seen.  And truly?  He is.  Our daycare provider says everyday...."I just can't get over how he is always so happy!"  

-Learned anything new this month:  Walking was probably the biggest accomplishment for the little Wes man.  He is now running, of course.  It didn't take him long to get stable, and he took off.  Now he can run with the "big dogs" and he feels pretty darn special because of it.  He is constantly trying to keep up with Carson, and I adore watching the wheels in their head spin.  

-Is Weston a good traveler:  Weston is still a pretty good traveler.  9 times out of 10, the car ride puts him to sleep, so we don't generally hear much from him.  

-Recognize anyone new:  Wes is a Mama's Boy.  And I say that with great pride, and a smile on my face.  Carl gets to say that about Carson, so I am holding tight to my baby.  Weston gets very excited to see familiar faces, and it is my most favorite and treasured time of the day.  He smiles big, kicks his legs, giggles, and literally runs to you when he sees you walk in the door.  When Daddy gets home at night, he gets the same entrance as I do when I pick the boys up at daycare, and it makes my heart smile so big.  

I can't believe how fast this first year has flown by.  Weston it truly such a joy to have around, and I am so happy and honored that we were chosen to raise this precious little soul.  

Happy One Year, Weston Michael!