On The Road Again...

I'm off, again. Duty calls within the Chick-fil-A world. I hate to leave my boys behind, but I'm sure they'll find a way to survive without me. Well, Adam's mom will be coming to stay for a couple of days, so they will certainly survive. I'm so thankful for my mom, Adam's mom, and my dad who have pulled through for us when we have to jet out of town. I'm sure it isn't so bad on them...it certainly beats a trip to Colorado!

Big on the Pig

This is the face I get when I say, "Say Cheese."
Hanging out with Grandpa Gus.
Harrison was feeding him pineapples and cracking himself up.

I've noticed that my blogging has decreased significantly since moving back to SC, so I am going to try to find time to get back on the blog-bus, as I love having this record of everything. Harrison went for his 18-month check-up today. It feels like it has been forever since he has been to the doctor. You know when they are itty-bitty babies, they go more often, but as he gets older he has to go less frequently. In addition, I don't take him in for every little virus he gets along the way any more. I was really dreading this check-up since I really loved Harrison's last pediatrician. His pediatrician, Dr. Bucknam, wrote the book, Babywise, that I pretty much lived by (and still refer to frequently). At Harrison's one week check-up, I pretty much blurted out that I wanted to start a Babywise Fan Club. I don't think I said it. But I'm sure I wanted to. I know. I'm a freak. Take Babywise away, and he still was a fabulous doctor in an amazing practice. Everyone that works there (Cornerstone Pediatrics) just serves wholeheartedly and oozes friendliness. Clearly, I should star in a commercial for them. Needless to say, I didn't want to trust Harrison with anyone else. I have actually contemplated flying Harrison out to Colorado when I'm working for his well-baby check-ups. I know. That seems absurd. Some people do it for hair. This seems way more important. I'm sure parents tend to feel a little more endeared to there first-born's pediatrician. In a time when I had no idea what to do, how to be a parent, his pediatrician (and nurses) helped guide and assure me. Okay, so the appointment today wasn't bad at all. It did remind me of how much I missed my doctor back in Colorado.

While I do miss certain things about Colorado, I'm super-pumped that Harrison gets to rock t-shirts like the one he has on in the picture and people know what it's all about. I mean it's Piggly Wiggly. His shirt actually reads "I May Be Little, But I'm Still Big On The Pig." I love it.

18 Month Check-Up Stats

27 lbs...70th Percentile

34 1/2 inches...95th Percentile

Naked Frog

Harrison has a new-found love for being naked. When he gets out of the bath, he likes for me to put one of his hooded towels on his head. Before I can get him totally dry, he runs around the house like a deranged little frog. He will come to a stand still only while waiting for someone to acknowledge him and laugh, and then he goes back to the races. We usually get a pretty good kick out of it. It's funny until he decides he has to go potty. Luckily, that hasn't happened on my watch...just Adam's. For some reason, when his clothes come off, he goes berserk.

Unlock the Magic

I think that is, or was, the slogan for Oreos. Maybe it wasn't at all. My memory doesn't do the job it used to do these days. I'm just going to pretend that it was the slogan. It fits the story. I am pretty confident that one thing that Harrison's Poppy (Adam's dad) was looking forward to the most when it comes to being a grandparent, was sharing his love of Oreos with a grandchild. I've finally kicked most (or just some) of my neurotic parenting tendencies, to actually let Harrison have Oreos. Watching Harrison eat Oreos with his Poppy made me think that many years from now, he will have memories of sharing Oreos with his Poppy. I'm so thankful that he will have sweet memories to cherish of simple activities. And one of my favorite things of being mom is seeing unlikely people go soft around Harrison. Let's be real, it usually happens with Adam, my dad, and Adam's dad. For some reason, I love the magic that happens in the interaction between a big boy and a little boy (memories that I will cherish for years to come). Here is a little video we captured of the two boys eating together.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfkEgyAhVSQ

Is It Really Fair?

Is it really fair that this is the face that I have to say "no" to? Seriously, look at this face. Harrison knows exactly when to flash this smile. It's kind of hard to believe that he even has the capacity to know that this is weapon he should pull out from time to time. It's scary too. I may have my hands full.