December 24, 2009
we might need to FedEx this!
December 23, 2009
My favorite part is when he's like, "I hope your elves are well..."
December 22, 2009
December 21, 2009
snowman looks a little rough
We had perfect snowman snow on Saturday, so Finn and I built a snowman (Cormac watched from the swing). The snow was a little muddy, which gives the snowman a bit of a gritty, street quality not usually associated with anthropomorphic men of snow. Our friend, David, said he looks a little like the Tom Waits of snowmen, which really isn't far off. (I suspect he might smell faintly of Marlboros.)
December 14, 2009
Don't tell the pastry chef, but our gingerbread house kind of looks like it's under foreclosure. But Finn is very proud of his first gingerbread house creation, and speculating on his next project. ("Mama, could we make our house out of gingerbread? Or would Santos just eat it?")
December 08, 2009
Santa could really use a glass of wine
So, here we were, minding our own business at a friend's tree-trimming party, when... WHAT? Santa? Right there in Evanston? Sure, he looked a little thin in that coat (are you getting enough to eat, Santa?) and his beard was askew. But the holiday season takes its toll on even the best of us.
Finn's jaw literally dropped when he saw Santa. Santa gave all the children chocolate shaped in the first letter of their names. And I was very proud of Finn, who insisted we bring Cormac over to meet Santa. He was like, "Um, Santa? This is Cormac. He's my brother. He's been a good baby this year, and his name begins with a 'C'. He'll need presents, too." Way to look out for little bro!
Here's Finn (with Santa, who is enjoying a much-deserved glass of red) afterwards. Santa kept reminding me of someone. I know! Our friend, Nic, from Saugatuck!
December 07, 2009
a look inside the artist's head
December 05, 2009
what a ham
Toys come and go, but this cardboard box has been with us for MONTHS now. Finn has transformed it into his spaceship, making it ever more complex with every day. You'll see all the switches and stickers and launching pads he's drawn in there. It truly is a work of art.
December 01, 2009
a long-overdue Cormac birthday post
Oh, Cormac! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to post about your very first birthday. My only defense is that having two boys, a business, and a life in general keeps one busy. (I'd like to issue an open apology here to the six or so friends who I owe phone calls to.) And that you're so darn amenable, I figured you'd understand.
You seriously have probably the best disposition of anyone I've ever met. How we got so lucky to have two such perfect boys, I'll never know. You are so quick to smile, laugh, and although you play it coy at first when you meet someone new, you quickly reach your little arms out to them.
And you really rarely cry, with one notable exception. (Night time.) I won't get too into that too much right now, but I wouldn't mind at all if you would start sleeping through the night since you are one-year-old now. But you're so darn cute and cuddly that it's hard to stay too annoyed at you, even if it is 1am. (And 3am. And 5am...)
The energy you have! You never stop moving. It's like you're training for a little baby version of the Iron Man. You crawl faster than I can walk, pull yourself up on anything you can find (ahem, Santos the dog), inspect every toy, and sometimes chuck it across the room just to see how far you can go. You are trying your darndest to walk (it won't be long), but for now you get where you want to go--and quickly--crawling. And expediency tends to be your goal right now.
I'm proud to report that you have inherited the robust Hazen/Baggerman appetite, and you're willing to eat just about anything. (Which is good, since you must be burning upwards of 5,000 calories a day with all your activity.) You long ago rejected "baby" food, though. You want what I'm having. And what she's having. And that guy over there--what he's eating looks kind of good. You eat everything--even if it's spicy. You consumed two spicy Indian samosas at our friend, Samira's baby shower, then fussed for more. (I distracted you only because I didn't want to be confronted with too crazy a diaper later on.)
But the best part is right after you eat. Then it's PARTY TIME. Feeling great, you dance, squawk, engage us in a spirited game of peek-a-boo, roll, laugh, throw the ball for Santos, and generally wear yourself out until you fall asleep.
You're starting to talk. "Dog" was your first word. Followed by "Da-Da," "Ma-Ma" (often said in duress, like "Mama! Get that milk over here!"), and now "Bruh-Bruh" for "brother." (Good job! That's a hard one.)
You really are the gold standard of babies, dear Cormac. Handsome, even-tempered, always happy, loving of all people, smiley, and just so darn irresistable. You are so bold in expressing your love for everyone. When you see Daddy, you squawk "DA-DA!", extend your arms, and pump your feet until he picks you up. When he does you, laugh. You clap when you see Santos. And a new game you like to play when you see me is to crawl up to me, then lay your little head (with its darling little ringlets in the back) on my lap and pretend to sleep. Then you look up at me and laugh your deep-throated baby laugh, like "AS IF it was time to go to bed, Mama!"
But the cutest thing is seeing this friendship develop between you and Finn. Don't get me wrong, you really do annoy him quite a bit. You're always knocking over his toys, pulling his hair, and generally plowing right through whatever he happens to be playing with. But he does handle you well--redirecting you to "your" toys and saying "No, no, Bebz!" (a nickname he made up for you). You love picking him up at school at the end of the day. When you enter Finn's classroom, you exclaim "Bruh-Bruh!" and he runs over to give you a hug.
You guys have started wrestling, too. I expect to see more and more of this. It starts when you crawl up to him, then kind of jump on his back. He knows that he isn't allowed to fight back, so you guys just kind of roll around on the floor in one big ball of boy until (usually) I get nervous that someone is going to get hurt and break it up.
On your birthday, Finn got up very early--Daddy and I could hear him rustling in your room. We were all ready to snatch him before he woke you up. But then he started singing Happy Birthday to you! And it was just about the cutest thing. He said he wanted to be the first one to sing it to you. (And he was--ever!) So we didn't mind at all getting up early with both of you beautiful boys on the occasion of your birthday.