Happy Halloween!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Pumpkin Patching!
Today we went to a place called "The Farm" for some serious pumpkin patch time. Since we knew it would be muddy with puddles, Harrison got his first pair of rain boots to jump in puddles and trudge through mud. We also enjoyed a tractor pulled hay ride, a hay maze, petting farm and a walk through an orchard and flower garden. I love fall photos so I hope you have a bit of time!
Tailgating & Baby Shower
Last weekend was very busy between Husky tailgating and preparing and throwing a baby shower for Aaron and Irene. On Saturday, Harrison, Irene and mom met Aaron and dad as well as many of our friends for the Husky Homecoming tailgate. This was Harrison's first tailgate and he was very impressed with the set up. Tent, chairs, lots of food and drink as well as a fire pit to keep us warm. Since the sun was setting, I didn't get any good pictures or maybe Harrison was just moving too fast, hopped up on sugar from juice and some bits of chocolate funneled to him by d-a-d.
HJ, Irene and I went back home to watch the game on tv and put Harrison to bed. Once asleep, Irene and I worked from 8:00 - midnight making a fritatta, quiche, cinnamon rolls, cupcakes and scones for our 10am baby shower. And yes, I made the very pregnant guest of honor decorate and bake for her own shower. Although she did insist she help, I really didn't resist and quite frankly I would have been up until 2 or 3 without her help. I tend to be overly ambitious prepping for this sort of thing (see below).
I made some cool looking butterfly cupcakes by melting lifesavers for the wings and then forgot to have people eat them in the end.
HJ, Irene and I went back home to watch the game on tv and put Harrison to bed. Once asleep, Irene and I worked from 8:00 - midnight making a fritatta, quiche, cinnamon rolls, cupcakes and scones for our 10am baby shower. And yes, I made the very pregnant guest of honor decorate and bake for her own shower. Although she did insist she help, I really didn't resist and quite frankly I would have been up until 2 or 3 without her help. I tend to be overly ambitious prepping for this sort of thing (see below). 
Harrison Fein (20 months); Tyler Kernkamp (5 months); Gavin Tutrow (7 weeks)
Monday, October 18, 2010
Our little early bird
Our little boy has always been an earlier riser. Thankfully over the past year, he has managed to "sleep in" until 6:30am or later on many days rather than the 5:45am that wasn't uncommon a year ago. Michael hears stories from other parents detailing kids who wake up and just talk to themselves or play in their cribs until their parents leisurely go get them at their convenience. Michael seems to think our child is abnormal in this respect even though I am sure we are probably in the majority.
When Harrison wakes up, he doesn't really wail or really even cry; he whines and whimpers and rolls around half asleep in his crib. We always ignore it at first, hoping against the odds that he will fall back asleep and if we are really lucky we might get 15 more minutes. Usually he just persists until he is fully awake at which point he really starts crying.
What is really cute is the moment you open the door. The whining suddenly ceases as you make your approach. Then he works to stand up, which is a tricky affair because his head is usually still full of that wooziness you get when you just wake up and his little legs aren't really awake yet either. Once standing, he immediately looks down and searches for his little lovey/blankie; if there is more than one in there, you wait while he finds and gathers them all in his arms. And then sometimes he decides he wants the big blankie as well and then he turns to you, arms full of plush softness and you pick him up and he nuzzles into you with his head on your shoulder. And every time you think, aw, he is still sleepy. Maybe he will fall back asleep if I rock him. Maybe I should sing to him. Maybe I should take him to the bed and convince him to fall back asleep with us.
And all these ideas, hopes and dreams whizz through your head in less than a second.
Let me assure you that they never come to fruition. He might not be able to keep his eyes open, but he is awake enough to realize that you are trying to hoodwink him into going back to sleep when he desparately wants to be awake. If you try to rock or sing him back asleep, he will squirm, squeal and point to the door demanding you take him out of his room. Try to sit in a chair or on the bed, same effect. Try to lay down thinking he will sleep on your chest? The full on crying begins and assures that you have now got him up on "the wrong side of the bed" so to speak and he will be crabby for the next hour.
I saw this comic in the newspaper today which inspired this post. That said, on Sunday he gave us the gift of waking up at 7 - yes 7am!! By the way, Harrison occasionally sleeps in our room in a portable crib (like when it's really hot and we have a one room a/c unit) and he probably does think sleeping in our room is more efficient. The last time this happened back in August, I slowly moved deeper under the covers to ensure my head did not show. Then I opened my eyes and looked at my husband who was looking back at me in the same position, fear evident in our eyes even in the darkness. No, this little dinosaur is awake. And he's no T-Rex... he doesn't need you to move to know that you are there!
When Harrison wakes up, he doesn't really wail or really even cry; he whines and whimpers and rolls around half asleep in his crib. We always ignore it at first, hoping against the odds that he will fall back asleep and if we are really lucky we might get 15 more minutes. Usually he just persists until he is fully awake at which point he really starts crying.
What is really cute is the moment you open the door. The whining suddenly ceases as you make your approach. Then he works to stand up, which is a tricky affair because his head is usually still full of that wooziness you get when you just wake up and his little legs aren't really awake yet either. Once standing, he immediately looks down and searches for his little lovey/blankie; if there is more than one in there, you wait while he finds and gathers them all in his arms. And then sometimes he decides he wants the big blankie as well and then he turns to you, arms full of plush softness and you pick him up and he nuzzles into you with his head on your shoulder. And every time you think, aw, he is still sleepy. Maybe he will fall back asleep if I rock him. Maybe I should sing to him. Maybe I should take him to the bed and convince him to fall back asleep with us.
And all these ideas, hopes and dreams whizz through your head in less than a second.
Let me assure you that they never come to fruition. He might not be able to keep his eyes open, but he is awake enough to realize that you are trying to hoodwink him into going back to sleep when he desparately wants to be awake. If you try to rock or sing him back asleep, he will squirm, squeal and point to the door demanding you take him out of his room. Try to sit in a chair or on the bed, same effect. Try to lay down thinking he will sleep on your chest? The full on crying begins and assures that you have now got him up on "the wrong side of the bed" so to speak and he will be crabby for the next hour.
I saw this comic in the newspaper today which inspired this post. That said, on Sunday he gave us the gift of waking up at 7 - yes 7am!! By the way, Harrison occasionally sleeps in our room in a portable crib (like when it's really hot and we have a one room a/c unit) and he probably does think sleeping in our room is more efficient. The last time this happened back in August, I slowly moved deeper under the covers to ensure my head did not show. Then I opened my eyes and looked at my husband who was looking back at me in the same position, fear evident in our eyes even in the darkness. No, this little dinosaur is awake. And he's no T-Rex... he doesn't need you to move to know that you are there!
Monday, October 11, 2010
Your momma used to have straight hair...
Harrison, your momma used to have straight hair. When she was a little kiddo, it was stick straight. Although she permed it to imitate a poodle for a few years in the late '80's, it has been pretty straight ever since. Well, your momma got tired of it. Rather than get a "mom cut" and cut all her hair short so she doesn't have to style it, she decided to get a "digital perm." Unlike her perm of 1989, this employs heated rollers and makes hair softer and gives a more natural looking curl. Your momma likes her new hair so you may not see it straight for the next 10 years. But for the sake of posterity, let it be recorded that your momma used to have straight hair.
Before
During...
lots of heated rollers with lots of padding to prevent burns; so heavy my neck was aching!
After.
The curls will relax some and hopefully look bigger like they were wrapped around a curling iron
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