Gabriel's First Birthday Party Pictures

Gabriel with Mommy

Found this picture and thought I'd post it. Gabriel just woke up from a nap, so he has that sleepy cute look to him. My little misters is one now! It's unfair, he's growing way too fast. I'll post pictures from his birthday later on. He had fun, a little overwhelmed for him, but too be expected with a one year old. His cousins and friends had a great time at the Little Gym. It'll be hard to beat next year, luckily he's to young to remember so we won't really have to. :)

Gabriel's First Haircut

The pictures say it all. Poor misters hated this from the start. But he looks pretty sharp now. Nice and clean cut for his birthday party... although next time daddy takes him :)

Drag for a Day

The Title really says everything. Josh and Tim (lovely woman with the eyebrows), were good sports in helping out the ladies with a video to promote their upcoming event. Instead of a typical, and usually stuffy Bristish style tea, Nikki (Tim's wife) and others from my mom's group are doing a "Ladies Latte". They were planning on opening the video with the guys drinking their tea and socializing like in the 1800's. After a hilarious dialogue between them, go to the women who will be drinking their espresso drinks and wearing more casual, comfy clothes. That was the plan. But the ladies decided to go another way with letting people know about the event. Ok with us, I still got to see Josh wearing makeup (more on his teeth than his face) and talking with a very bad british accent. Kodak Moment.

First Sweets

Well, daddy had a lollipop and decided he was going to share with misters. I assumed it would be a few licks, but Gabriel was not giving it up after he had the sweet addictive taste of sugar on his lips. Josh just laughed because if you tried to take it from him, he'd lean forward with it as if it were another limb. Guess that teaches daddy that sharing does not mean giving it up entirely.

Late Start and Still Lazy

Gabriel usually goes to bed around seven, seven thirty. I know to many of you that seems early, but we can't help that. Seven O'Clock rolls around and he's a massive pumpkin. It's like clockwork. Josh and I even joke about it. We know better than to do too much past his bedtime, or to bring his travel crib. It's sort of weird because we have these friends (and they know who they are) that have their kids up till ten. And that's the norm. Totally works for them. But I couldn't imagine having Gabriel up that late. Different personalities, different children.

So, saying all of this. Our son went to bed last night at around ten (got home a little later from being out with friends). And he's still asleep. It's ten thirty, and he's snoozin' in the monitor. And I'm typing on the computer instead of taking advantage and showering in peace... hhmmm... brb, maybe.

Random Days and a Party?

Today is Josh's Birthday. He's turning 25. It's kind of funny because he is just as bothered by it as someone who's turned 50. He just says that it's like a little hump, he's now "mid twenties". I joke with him about it. Yet, he's happy with what he has at the age he is, so I guess that's all anyone can wish for on their birthdays. Gabriel and I haven't decided what to do for daddy today. He just got a tattoo on his upper arm all the way to his mid forearm, that was his BDay gift from us. Maybe we'll venture out and pick up some cupcakes or something. Or go get him another hour with his tattooist (his tatto is a work in progress, probably four or five more hours needed to finish it).

Misters is being a little bit of a pill. He's teething his one years (bottom molars), so life is not good to him right now. And I've been at our duplex with him. I can't honestly say what has kept me so busy from writting on my blog, but I know I have been. Busy with nothing. As random as that is, I'm totally serious. I think Gabriel and I will go and get daddy a gift card to his favorite toy store (Home Depot or Lowe's). He's like a big kid in there and volunteers to take the boy so that he'll like the store as much as daddy. Yeah, cause nothing is more fun to a one year old than things he can't touch but daddy can. If parties could be planned at a home store like that, I bet Josh would be in seventh heaven. He'd just get back from his tattoo (another hour, but still more needed) and then he'd head to Home Depot for a shopping spree and a hammer shaped cake... ahh, well, maybe next year.

Tired, Tired, Tired

This week has been fairly busy. I'm beyond exhausted and need a little bit of a break. Josh has been working hard, but at home less as a result. I've got misters all the time, and he's walking like crazy now. So adorable, but sometimes I catch myself wishing he'd stop growing up so fast. He has such a personality. I swear if you ask him something he'll respond back almost instantly, whether you understand him is a different matter. He knows the meaning of life and all those important things, but there is just that language barrier between us. lol Sometimes I feel like he's a drunk foreigner. Honestly, now hear me out. He's wobbly beyond belief when he walks. Has to use his hands to steady himself while walking or getting up. Babbles almost uncontrollably, and there is no real connection between what he says and what you've asked. I can say, "Do you wanna come with mommy?" and he'll just reply back with, "Mabla foa hame..." which I'm sure means, "I'm ok with that mom, but I'd like a nice glass of juice first." These are the cutest days ever. But I start counting the minutes before bed time when he starts to act up. Especially when I don't get much help from daddy's side. If it was up to Josh, he'd just drop him in his crib, "night pal" and shut the door. I gotta do the whole bedroom, bedtime routine. Feed and change him, comfort him, rock a little and read a book. Then put him in his crib and tell him goodnight. Close to daddy, I guess. Maybe there's the reason I'm so tired. I could take shortcuts, but I'd miss the little things too much.

Starvin' Marvin

This morning was very interesting here at the Petroff Residence. I was getting Gabriel his breakfast together and trying to deal with our cell phone company at the same time. So I put some rolled oats and cut bananas onto his plate. It has a suction cup at the bottom so it'll stay on his high chair tray. I put his breakfast on the table and went back in the living room for a moment to deal with the customer service lady. I swear my back was turned for, like, thirty seconds, which I guess was long enough. Misters had managed to grab the towel his food was set on (also on the table), and pull it to his level (on the dining room floor). I turned around and he was covered in rolled oats with gobs of banana in his mouth and in both hands. I guess he was a starvin' marvin. I didn't want to pick him up and deal with the mess when I knew he could clean himself off better. So I picked up the food and let him finish eating what was in his mouth and both palms. Then I put him in his high chair to finish his breakfast. Mom of the Year award, letting eleven month old eat off the floor.