Ba! Ba? Ba. Ba ba ba.

Our Bird is thirteen months old and, with great trepidation, starting to walk. He’ll puff out his stomach and chest, swings his arms, and giggling all the time, he’s off. Sometimes. Other times, he refuses, preferring to “walk” on his knees. Weirdo.

But crawling, climbing, knee-ing, or walking, the littlest mister is eager to go fast. Over the weekend, Carter escaped Jordan and crawled right into the running shower I had started for myself — fully clothed.

In other Hoot-Owl news, here is a list of Carter’s favorite things to say:

1. Balls (“Ba”)

2. Books (“Ba”)

3. Baths (“Ba”)

4. Drinks (“Ba”)

5. Sleeping (“Ba”)

6. Derrick (“Dee”)

7. Diggity-Diggity (“Diggity-Diggity”)

Needless to say, there’s a lot of “Ba? Bah! Bah! Ba Ba Bababa Ba” in our home mixed in with the occasional “Mawm”, “Dadad”, and “Dee”.

When’s he’s not playing with any available round object, Carter will grab a book and hand it to me before crawling into my lap. We have lots of books. Lots. I like most of them. Carter likes two.



We read them over and over and over. Carter laughs at the same pages each time. He has a bit of an evil laugh.

Doctor’s charts say 10% for weight, 75% for heighth. He was 19lbs even at the start of the month. Wears mostly 12 month clothes, or at least in onesies, for length. In pants, he fits best at the waist in 6-9 months, but they are high-waters. He loves to eat everything, really. Favorites currently include oranges, strawberries, apples, raisins, grapes, bananas, avocados, peanut butter, pinto beans, refried beans, fish sticks, and cheese.

He’s got the best blue eyes, shaped in big almond tear drops like a Precious Moments doll’s. Jordan and I joke about our little white boy with lips. Best kissin’ lips I ever saw. Even if he doesn’t have words for things, he knows so very much. He carries on conversations with his babble. He’ll bring you a truck, an owl, a dog, a diaper, a sock, a shoe. Loves to play chase. Hums and sings little made up tunes. He’s so smart and happy and healthy — and I am so grateful and awed and humbled every day.


So long, sweet summer.

Whelp, this is it. My last phew hours of summer break.

I’m sure there are better things I could be doing to prepare. Here is some off of my mundane, but very important task list before I fall asleep:

  1. Fold and put away laundry that’s currently sitting in the dryer.
  2. Tweak stupid PowerPoint. Or get ambitious and make it a SMART Notebook file.
  3. Wash and dry and curl my hair so that I don’t have to do it in the morning, because I’m afraid of not having time and I want to get to my room early so that I can freak out less.
  4. Pack my lunch.
  5. Pack baby’s bag.

My full to-do list is awful and monstrous. I’m nervous (when does that ever go away?). I miss my baby so much already and tonight he was overtired and teething and cried himself to sleep.

Apologies for the uninspiring breakdown. Here’s a video from last night of Miley playing with Carter in my living room. Afterwards, he went to bed and she and I watched The Swan Princess and she fell asleep and drooled on me. I love her.