Sunday, November 28, 2010

Brotherly love

The boys are starting to "play" together just a bit, and it's fun to watch... most of the time.
They are either getting better at posing, or I'm getting better at taking pictures of them.
Here they are after a day of indoor swimming with a buddy of Little Elvis'.
All the excitement wore sweet Baby Plum out!

Friday, November 26, 2010


We have had a very blessed year and are thankful for lots. I'm thankful for my three men. All are wonderful, even when the smaller two are driving me crazy. And I'm also thankful for my parents. Little Elvis made a thankful placemat at pre-school. He's thankful for 1. Mommy and Daddy, 2. Baby Plum, (I think he was put up to saying these, because he was never thankful for us when I asked him.) 3. My toys, 4. My furniture, 5. Restaurants.

The list makes me laugh everytime I think about it. I guess I'm thankful for our furniture, too.
Baby Plum is thankful for strangers who leave him alone, the great food he tried over Thanksgiving (he's a huge fan of dressing) and playing with Daddy and Little Elvis.

Bob is thankful for me, employment, our house and rock and roll music. He didn't mention the furniture.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Smoothing my tummy

It amazes me how Little Elvis' brain works. And he's just getting so great at expressing all of the things that go on in between those ears.

A few days ago I used a nail file on a rough edge on my nails. Little Elvis wanted to know what I was doing and I told him I was smoothing my nails.

Then I left the nail file within his reach.

Several days later, I looked up to find him doing this:
"I'm smoothing my tummy," he told me. Sweet boy. I like that he has to stand on a chair to do that.

Saturday, November 20, 2010


Baby Plum is my shy baby. For several weeks he's had a small circle of three people he would willingly go to: me, Bob and my mom. That small circle shrank this week to two. He now only wants Mommy and Daddy. And I don't know what I'm going to do when he decides that only Daddy will do.

I keep hearing that it's a phase. And I'm wondering if his current appetite is a phase. Baby Plum is an eater. He eats and eats and eats and eats. Seriously.

He eats his breakfast every morning in the high chair while Little Elvis eats his in the playroom while watching TV (I know, I am a terrible mother.) Once Baby Plum is done, he goes to the playroom and gobbles up as much of Little Elvis' cereal as possible.

Last weekend my dad popped Little Elvis some popcorn and Baby Plum went after my mom's bag with both hands. We didn't get a chance to stop him before he had a mouth full. He was instantly in love.
Sweet little baby.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Still trying to take a brother picture...

Here's an option:
Little Elvis told me he didn't know how to smile. Baby Plum did his part, though.
I put the chair out for Baby Plum to hold onto, but Little Elvis decided to sit on it.

This was the best one. It's the one we printed out.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Melts in your mouth, and hands, and on your face...

We didn't have a great exit leaving Sam's the other day. My mom had some small York Peppermint Patties and gave one to each boy. These were about an inch and a half in diameter and the trip home takes 5 minutes tops.

This is the damage that was done:

I don't think any of it made it into that little tummy.

And not much more made it into this tummy.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Ready, set, pose!

I wanted a picture of the boys. I wanted them both looking at the camera and smiling.
Obviously, I need to change my picture taking goals for the time being.

(Like the stone bunny? Little Elvis HAD to have that thing in the picture with him. Nothing says brotherly love like a bunny statue.)

Sunday, November 14, 2010

How 'bout them apples, too?

The brothers have one more thing in common: both are apple thiefs!

Baby Plum LOVES to rifle through bags, and he's learning how to use zippers. He usually opens and pulls everything out of my purse and his diaper bag, but on Friday he found Bob's lunchbox (zippered igloo bag thingy) and managed to open it.

Inside was a very bruised little apple.

He didn't mind the bruises and soft spots one bit. (Look at the little crossed feet!)
"Finders, keepers!"

He crawled all over the dining room and playroom snacking on his apple. And just like his brother, he spit out the peels for me.

Here's a link to Little Elvis' first apple shenanigans. He stole them right out of the fruit bin.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Sharing an ice cream cone

We recently received some ice cream coupons, and put them to use on Tuesday night.
Baby Plum shared his ice cream cone with Daddy.
Little Elvis got his all to himself.
This was Baby Plum's first real experience with ice cream and he loved it! I'm not sure if you can tell, but his little face turned pink because of the cold treat.
Once Daddy and Baby Plum finished their treat, Baby Plum went after Little Elvis' cone.
Little Elvis wasn't nearly as nice as Daddy. Poor Baby Plum.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

The tooth, and nothing but the tooth

Baby Plum's been picky and super-fussy. He's waking up at least once during the night, if not more often.

And I've been blaming any and everything for this -- he's cold at night, he's hungry because we're weaning, he's got a stuffy nose, he's got a dirty diaper. I've done everything I could to remedy these problems with no real results.

Finally, at 5 on Monday morning (after 2 wake-ups) I felt in his little mouth. One of his molars on the top has popped through and the one across from it is pretty swolen. No wonder he's been so fussy!

How did I miss this after we had pretty much the same issues with Little Elvis? Because this tooth is out of the usual order. He's got three teeth on top and I've been looking for that fourth front tooth.

And Baby Plum does not appreciate it when I stick my fingers in his mouth. He's very unwilling to show off his new molar these days and I'm not pushing it too much. We're giving him pain medicine when he gets too fussy, but I think the worst of it is over with this molar. Hence the reason there's no picture of his toothy new grin

How easy we forget things. Little Elvis cut a new tooth every couple of weeks once he hit 6 months of age, and he didn't sleep through the night until he was 13 months old.

No picture of the new toothy

Sunday, November 07, 2010

Baby Plum's thoughts on food

Baby Plum is quickly becoming a picky eater. Anything green is not willingly accepted. Pretty much only fruit, Cheerios, milk and sweets are welcome.

I've discovered that Little Elvis will tolerate some veggies if they are served in pancake form. He loved the potato pancakes I made on Friday. Baby Plum? Not so much.
This picture sums up their reactions.
He also likes hot dogs from Sam's. He likes to try whatever they sample. And this willingness to try things has rubbed off on Little Elvis, at least a little bit. They fought over a quarter of a chicken sandwich the other day. One would yell, then the other would. The folks around us thought this was funny.

Here Baby Plum is on the run from some peas. He wouldn't listen to my pleas to "Give peas a chance!"

Saturday, November 06, 2010

The Cat in the Hat and a cute little doggy, finally!

Bob found the camera cord! It was about where I thought it was and had already looked (with his help!) So I've got another one on the way for the next time I misplace my cord.

Here are our cute little Trick or Treaters:

Baby Plum went as a pug. I told people he was a bulldog, though since that's the mascot of my alma mater. And since this was the only time he allowed the head to be pulled up, people accepted that he was a bulldog.
Here's my little Cat in the Hat posing with the Chick-fil-A cow. He's got a tail made out of one of Bob's dress socks stuffed with pillow fill. This poor child. But I fondly remember all the costumes my mom made me (Boy George was one of her best.)

Although Little Elvis' outfit was the one people complemented and discussed, he was still jealous of Baby Plum's dog outfit. Especially since it did belong to Little Elvis first.
I caved, and squeezed him into it. Some battles are not worth it.
I would not let him sleep in it, though.

But to prove that I'm not all evil, I found a blue clown wig at a local tag sale and bought it for my little fan of Things 1 & 2.
He looks kind of like a disco version of Thing 1, but he loves it. I'll attempt to find another blue one at an after Halloween sale for our little Thing 2.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

It's just heartburn?

Little Elvis has been sick off and on for the past couple of weeks. No fever, no lethargy, just throwing up about every other night. We thought maybe he was making himself do it so he could sleep with us, but we decided that was not the case on Tuesday night.

I called the pediatrician on Wednesday morning and the doctor thinks he has acid reflux, which is why it's only happening at night. I'm not so sure that's what it is, but it sure is a lot better than any of the scary scenarios running through my mind.

I'm wondering if he's got an intolerance, and am planning to ask my allergist next week if that could possibly be the case. Then we'll just have to figure out what it is. My first guess is tomatoes and grapes.

This is Little Elvis modeling his first Cat in the Hat hat and bowtie that I made a few weeks ago. The hat is an oatmeal box and was way too small for him.
He still loved it. His other hat that I made was huge! At some point you'll get to see it.

Anyway, my little cat is back to being SuperDog (a superhero he invented) and hasn't had any incidents since we started his medicine.

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

So different, yet so similar

These pictures aren't the best evidence (bear with me, it will be a month before my new cord comes in!) but the boys do alike. At least Baby Plum looks like Little Elvis at this age.

Little Elvis at 13 months.
Baby Plum at 11 months.

While the look alike, they are already promising to be very different little boys. Little Elvis is our little social butterfly. He loves to be surrounded by other people and is pretty outgoing. Baby Plum is not. He likes his Mommy, Daddy and Gram. Coachpa is slowly getting back in his good graces. In fact, if someone looks like she is going to take him from our arms, he will start to bawl.
Even if that person just wants to say hi to him.

Little Elvis is also always ready to go, go, go. If he had his way, we would get everywhere at least an hour early. In fact, it would be best if we just left the second he woke up. He doesn't understand the whole concept that places aren't open at 6:30 in the morning.

I'm getting the feeling that Baby Plum will not be that way. I think he will be on his own little time. He's not walking yet, but not because he can't. He can. He just doesn't want to yet. Although he's "nervous" about walking, he has no problem climbing up the steps to Little Elvis' bunk bed and scaring at least 3 years off my life. (He will climb anything, seriously, anything.) Baby Plum takes time to warm up to new things. He wasn't thrilled with solids at first, and didn't want to sit up. He didn't want to crawl. He just takes his time warming up to things I think.

At this point in their lives, it appears that Little Elvis has more of his Daddy's outgoing personality, while Baby Plum will be shy like his Mommy. It will be fun to see how they switch, or even if they don't.