Austin Says, Part 1

February 2013

(Philip put Austin to bed, but he started crying when Philip left the room. It was a sad cry, as opposed to a "getting himself to sleep" cry, so I went back in his room. He laid his head on my shoulder as I picked him up, but raised it after a few seconds, looked at me, and said in the saddest little tone...)
Dada go bye bye.

 

 April 2013

Me: Austin, let's go to the store.
A: Dada?  Poopa?
Me: No, just Mama and Austin. Are you ready?
A: No. (Pointing to Philip and Coop) Dada?  Poopa?
Me: You want to stay here with Daddy and Cooper?
A:  Dada.  Poopa.  (Pointing to them, like he wanted to go join them.)
Me: Sorry, Bud.  Mama and Austin are going to the store.
A: Bye bye Dada Poopa.

 

May 2013/June 2013

Answers, in the most amazing, sweetest voice, with a huge dimple-showing grin "nooo" to almost anything.  Almost like he knows he's being silly.  For example...
Me: Austin, did you sleep well?   A: noooo
Me: Are you silly?  A: nooo
Me: Is your name Austin?  A: nooo
Me: Is Drake your dog?  A: noooo

Loves to sing "Bye Bye trash truck...or Dada or Poopa"

 

How to Speak Austin: (as of 19.5 months)

Poopa (Cooper)
Da (Drake)
Mama
Dada
Pop Pop (Poppi)
MiMi (Gammi)
Annie
Ou-hide (outside)
Lala (Charlie)
Nigh nigh (night night)
Bebe (blankie)
Bye bye
No
Baby
Go go
Door
Mine (fireman)
Fooball (football)
Bayball (baseball)
Lil-LA (gorilla)
Baba (bath)
Shoe
Sock
Shirt
Trash
Pie (spider)
Mock (milk)
Mo Mo (more)
He Be (help please)
Beach
Yea
That (says this and points to whatever it is that he wants.  But then we work on the actual word for the item.)
A-tin (Austin)
Lulu (love you--Coop taught him this and is so proud!)
Loud
Trash truck
Chicha (cracker)

Austin's First Birthday Posts

Yep, eight months later...here they are.

Austin's First BirthDAY

Austin: 12 Months

Austin's First Birthday Celebration

Pockets

I kinda love what I pull out of boy pockets.  Just this week, I've pulled out crayons, a crumbled straw and some twigs (all together in one pocket), a flashlight, Fireman Sam and Jake the pirate.  And, there's almost always a rock in those little pockets.  Or a stick.  And I totally love it. 

Hello, June and Baby #3 Update 35.5 Weeks

Hello June.  It's nice to see you.  I'm glad you are finally here.  June, you are the month that we will welcome our sweet Little One into the world.  You are the month that will bring us our third little boy, the one who will complete our family.  You are the month that we've been counting down to.  You are here, finally.  And while I've been waiting and waiting for your arrival, I'm also a little nervous that you are here.  You are the month that will shake our house up a bit.  You are the month that will begin to put my juggling mommy skills to the test.  But, while I do have some nerves about how we will manage it all, I have confidence that after Little One is here, things will just fall into place as they are supposed to be.  So, hello, June...here we go!

Baby Update: 35.5 Weeks

Baby is looking great!  I had my last sonogram this week and baby looks great, healthy and totally adorable.  He had his feet up across his face, almost to say "no peaking", but I did get a little peak at his lips and little nose.  They estimated his weight to be 6 lb. 6 oz, but in my experience, the sonogram weight is always about a pound or so over.  I'm seeing my doctor every week now, so I'm anxious to see if I'm making progress week to week.

I really can't believe he will be here in about 3.5 weeks (as of the time I write this).  Really, really can't believe it!!

 

 

I also just added another baby update.

Baby #3 Update: 28 Weeks

I Have Boys

I have boys.  Two, for now.  In about five weeks, however, I'll have three.  Whoa.  This is what boys do: get dirty, make silly faces and wrestle. Totally awesome.

04.15.2013

A Chef Like Daddy

I was inside working on a few things for dinner, when Coop ran in asking for a dish towel.  I thought Philip might need it for the grill, but when I peaked out the window, I saw this.  Coop wanted to be a chef just like his daddy and when Daddy grills, he tucks a towel in his back pocket, so that's what Coop did, too.

04.14.2013

Boys and Trash Trucks

We can detect the sound from a mile away.  The trash truck.  Even Austin, at 18 months old, knows the sound.  And as soon as his little ears find it, I start hearing, "Ta tuck!  Ta tuck!  Ta tuck!"  And, "It's coming, it's coming!" from Cooperman.  I'm sure when Little One is here, he, too, will join in our Thursday ritual. 

Boys and their obsession with trash trucks...not sure I will ever understand it.  We have been watching the trash truck come down our alley and pick up our trash cans almost every week for at least two years now.  We have the same trash truck crew, and they are always friendly with the boys.  We give them Dr. Pepper and water regularly, bake them cookies on special occasions, and always make sure to give them a big, "thank you" each week.  They've even congratulated me on Little One joining our family and frequently comment on how big the boys are getting.  I often wonder if other people watch them like we do, or if we are that house.  Either way, the boys enjoy "the show" and I always try to make it a lesson in giving thanks to others for providing a service to us, especially like taking care of our trash.  And it's a great time to talk about trash and recycling, what all that means and where it all goes.  (Which is amazing to me, because I don't think I knew what "recycling" really meant until I was nearing the end of college.)

 

I Adore Them

04.16.2013

We went to water plants outside, so Coop decided he needed to put on his fireman gear because really we were putting out fires on all the plants...in his eyes.  (In the second pic, Austin was yelling, "Ma-MA!")

 04.23.2013

I was working in the boys' rooms checking summer clothes and swim gear (for our upcoming beach trip...yea!), and the boys kept themselves entertained by throwing around the piles of clothing I had neatly folded and separated.  Austin kept coming up to me with different things he wanted to put on.  He started with jammies underneath, added Cooper's swim shorts and swim shirt, one boot, one croc, a fleece and a red hat.  He was like this for most of the afternoon, and I just adore that he picked out his own clothes.  Coop decided to be a lifeguard and put on his swim clothes along with his goggles around the top of his head, topped off with cowboy boots.  (I got a good picture with my big camera.  I'll add it after I add the pictures to the computer.)

  

And then he decided to change jackets, "jack, jack, jack."

If messing up the piles of clothing wasn't fun enough, Austin proceeded to pull clothes out of a laundry basket and throw them all of the room.  Awesome.

And, yes, I did just sit there and snap pictures.

 

That was so funny!! 

This is how they entertained themselves while I worked in Austin's room.  And, honestly, these pictures don't even come close to capturing the tornado that came through that room.  I had to walk on my tip toes and take gentle, yet large steps, between the dresser and the closet as to not step on a truck, dinosaur, musical instrument, train, ball, or toy little person. 

 

04.22.2013

Pirate Jake came for a visit today.  He even tied his bandana by himself...and put his tennis shoes on the wrong feet.  Perfection.

 

I mean, seriously, is there anything cuter than a freshly awakened baby wearing a diaper and a rocket pajama top?  I think not.