Happy Toddler

And finally,

I struggled to find the right title for this post, as I have so much I want to say, but also find that I am unable to find all the words for my feelings. And, as you can see, I couldn't choose just one of these 5 pics, so you get to see all of them!

I made a big decision today. Those of you who have heard me talk about my weening process for Vincent, will probably think, "STILL?" Well, "still" no more. I had told David about a week or so ago that I think both Vincent and I are ready to be done with nursing all together.

I have been actively weening him since January. Prior to that, it just seemed to lessen and lessen naturally. By January, he was only nursing 4 times a day. Last weekend, we started to drop the last nursing, which is first thing in the morning. With a slight change of our morning routine, Vincent has become less and less interested. This morning, I decided that tomorrow will be his last nursing. It's actually more for me, than for him. As you can see from his photos, Vincent is a happy eater, and his cow's milk intake is up to almost a gallon a week! I guess you can say that I need the closure. Though I feel really good about this decision, I am still feeling emotional. I will miss it. There's a look he gets while nursing that I won't ever see again. And, without that extra connection we get each morning, he has become more attached to his dad. I think this is wonderful for the two of them, even if I'm a little sad.

Whoah, the tears are starting to flow as I write!

Remembering how I struggled with nursing Vincent those first couple of months, I am so proud of myself for having gone this long. I am surprised at how much I loved giving this part of myself to him, and at how hard it has been for me to give it up. Thank you to everyone who have been so supportive along with way. Thank you, Vincent, for adjusting well to the weening, and for a sweet time together. And, thank you, David, for being my rock. Without you, your flexibility, your support, your hard work, and your love, I couldn't have done this so well.

Fat Lip

Ahhhhhh, little boys.
Vincent was walking with a toy in his hand last week and tripped. When the toy hit his lip, he cut it open with his tooth. There was a good amount of crying and a good amount of blood. For a moment there, I didn't know what to do. After lots of hugging, and some blood on my shirt, I managed to clean him up, and the crying stopped. The next day, he ran into the coffee table and cut open his tongue. More blood, more crying, lots more hugging. Here's a pic of his fat lip from the first accident.

Easter 2008

Although today has been a low key, typical Sunday for the Hunt3, yesterday was our not-so-typical Saturday. We headed across the street around 9:45am to participate in the community center Easter egg hunt. Let me just say, as a side note, that I really appreciate being just across the street from a place like Miller Park. Due to some mis-publication of start time for the hunt, we were early. We had walked over there with no diaper bag, and worried that with the extra time, we may have a pooper. David just walked back home to get it. Then, I realized we forgot the camera, so I just walked home to get that. All with time to spare for the hunt. And, aren't you glad we got the camera? Check it out!


In the gym, waiting for ages 0-3 to be called.

Oh the anticipation!

And, they're off!

Good Idea, Bad Idea

I swear, I thought this was a genius idea I had! Set up the plastic on the floor under the homemade "water table" while I get some dishes & cooking done. It was great the first time I did it. The second time, it was great, until I let it go on too long. Eventually, it all ended up on the floor! Game over.

One thing that I can do to keep Vincent occupied and in a safe place is the exersaucer. Yeah, it's become his other eating spot. Now he has three: highchair, step stool, exersaucer. I think I have the only kid past 1 year old that will still go in that thing...for now. I'm glad of it, too. Keep those fingers crossed for me.

Here's an action shot with a strawberry.

Pacific Science Center

We visited the Pacific Science Center with Vincent for the first time this past weekend. Here are the highlights.

The dinos scared him.

Loved this car!

Born musician.

This was pretty cool, too.

Saw his first butterflies. Didn't kill any, either!

Spilled Milk & The Darn Cat: A two part post

Part 1

Our kid is pretty darn cool. Friday morning (I think), Vincent is having milk in his sippy cup. He spilled some on the floor. What does he do? He walked over to the stove, pulled the dish towel off the door handle, walked back to the spilled milk, wiped it up, and handed the towel to David. Yeah, I KNOW! (spoken in the tone of 'Monica' from the old NBC show, Friends) Pretty cool! I, unfortunately, missed it, but David hasn't had a chance to post & tell the story himself, so this is all just hearsay.

Part 2
Stella. This, is Stella.

Looks sweet and innocent enough, right? Wrong. Take a better look.

This is the face of mischief.

Tonight, she decided to go into Vincent's room after he had gone down for bed for about an hour and a half. His door was ajar, which normally isn't an issue. Not only did she decide to go into his room, but she jumped into his crib. I heard her, and got up to see what was going on. I noticed the open door, and when I peeked inside, she jumped out of the crib, leaving Vincent there, sitting up and apparently in shock or something. Luckily, she didn't do anything to him but scare him. It took us over an hour to get him back to sleep. This included lots of patting & rubbing on the back, bounching, rocking, and finally, nursing back to sleep. That darn cat!

Good Morning

This kid wakes up early. For a while there, he was waking up after 7am. This morning, just before 6am. I did try and get him back to sleep, and he was so sweetly resting on my chest, but alas, we ate breakfast & played instead.

While playing, Vincent was climbing on me, so I decided to take a picture of him. He was so proud of himself, putting foot up on my leg, like he just climbed a mountain.