Colin's vocabulary has grown tremendously in the past few weeks. He still babbles alot ("ummm hello mom. I am ONLY 8 months old!") but often there are distinct syllables. As I've mentioned before he says: ma, mama, da and dada. Mike and I have both (seperately) been noticing that Colin makes a specific noise lately after hearing one of of his toys "meow." We, of course, tried to get it on camera but he would only make it one time. You can hear it on the first video after the second time the toy says "black cat, can I pat?"
The second video is from this morning. I tried getting a video of him saying all of his words but no such luck. Forewarning: I sound TERRIBLE(!!) but it's early and I have a double ear infection.
One of the things I look forward to most each year is apple picking. Every year we go to the same place - a small family owned apple orchard about 25 minutes north of here which never seems to change. Each year there is the large "rocking" chair, pumpkin patch, fabulous apple cider, the corn maze, tractor rides, and the same wooden signs that you can put your face through. (Do those have a real name?)
Mike and I have been anxiously waiting for the apple picking season, so we can start Colin on this fun tradition. Shockingly we both had the day off, so with the sun shining and the weather a decent tempature, we headed on the familiar drive to the apple orchard.
We met my parents, Merridith and Ethan up there and had a great afternoon of apple picking, picture taking, and creating memories. Colin did a great job and seemed to have a great time riding the tractor, licking the apples, eating the grass and posing for pictures (some by other people even!).
We took over 100 pictures, so I had a hard time chosing just 50 for the slideshow. Here is a good mixture of our fun afternoon.
{Angela: Although Colin probably didn't eat enough apples for you and Michelle, he tried his best to lick them enough. I promise you that Ethan, however did eat enough for both of you! It wasn't the same without you. The chair missed you!
Missy: We wish you could have been there too!!! Just a couple more years until we can do these things together ... with little Lukey and Lily too :) }
Mike and I have been anxiously waiting for the apple picking season, so we can start Colin on this fun tradition. Shockingly we both had the day off, so with the sun shining and the weather a decent tempature, we headed on the familiar drive to the apple orchard.
We met my parents, Merridith and Ethan up there and had a great afternoon of apple picking, picture taking, and creating memories. Colin did a great job and seemed to have a great time riding the tractor, licking the apples, eating the grass and posing for pictures (some by other people even!).
We took over 100 pictures, so I had a hard time chosing just 50 for the slideshow. Here is a good mixture of our fun afternoon.
{Angela: Although Colin probably didn't eat enough apples for you and Michelle, he tried his best to lick them enough. I promise you that Ethan, however did eat enough for both of you! It wasn't the same without you. The chair missed you!
Missy: We wish you could have been there too!!! Just a couple more years until we can do these things together ... with little Lukey and Lily too :) }
Dear Colin,
Happy 8 Month Birthday Mister! 8 Month sounds so incredibly old. Someone at work today asked how old my baby was and I replied "7 Months. Well actually 8 months, today" and I was struck by how old you sound. You are inching closer and closer to the 1 year mark and I'm not sure I'm ready for that quite yet.
- I forgot the 'i am 8 months old!!' which I'll add later-
You have become very animated over the past month with your expression, actions and noises. You have the goofiest faces lately. You make this surprised "O" face which is just hilarious. Or you will pout and quickly smile as if you are trying to pull one over on all of us. You have also learned how to clap in the past month. It's quite funny to watch since you haven't mastered your coordination yet and many times end up slapping yourself in the face. And lets not forget your voice. Holy cow child have you found.your.voice. You squeal when you are excited and by squeal, I mean scream. It's quite funny until we are sitting in a crowded church with a full (read: loud) band with everyone singing and you squeal so loud that half the church turns around to look at you, then it's just plain embarrassing. I love how happy you are though and that you have found a way to express it.
Although you have become Mr. Independent with your army crawling, pulling yourself up, and crawling up the stairs, you have become kinda a Momma's boy again. You like to be held constantly, you reach for me if I put you down, and will cry if I leave the room. I say 'kinda a Momma's boy' because you still totally light up when Daddy enters the room. No one brings a smile to your face or can make you laugh as hard as Daddy can. Thank you for saying "dada" this month little man and for learning how to kiss us. There are few things sweeter than feeling you "kiss" our face or hearing you say our names.
You have continued exploring new foods and continued loving them all. You already recognize the Cheerio box and the Puff containers. I love the power both have over you at this point. You started getting your third tooth and this one bothered you so much! We had a few rough nights, tons of cuddling, too many tears, and a lot of thankful prayers for the makers of Tylenol and Oral-Gel. You experienced your first cold on the 24th and here on the 4th, you still haven't been able to shake it. You hate - let me repeat - HATE having your nose wiped.
In the past few months, I have started calling you by a certain nickname which I won't say here because your father hates it. Truthfully, I don't really like it either but it seriously just slips out sometimes ... ok a lot lately. So the other day, I was changing your diaper at Aunt Janna and Uncle Jason's house and you were rolling over and I called you by this name. Micah quickly and sternly goes "Tisti. Hes name is not -nickname nickname-. Hes name is Colin." And while Micah may be correct on your real name and Daddy may be correct in that it's a silly name, you are my little boy and I'm sure this is just the first of me embarrassing you in public :)Remember its all out of love!
With all my love,
Mommy
Happy 8 Month Birthday Mister! 8 Month sounds so incredibly old. Someone at work today asked how old my baby was and I replied "7 Months. Well actually 8 months, today" and I was struck by how old you sound. You are inching closer and closer to the 1 year mark and I'm not sure I'm ready for that quite yet.
- I forgot the 'i am 8 months old!!' which I'll add later-
You have become very animated over the past month with your expression, actions and noises. You have the goofiest faces lately. You make this surprised "O" face which is just hilarious. Or you will pout and quickly smile as if you are trying to pull one over on all of us. You have also learned how to clap in the past month. It's quite funny to watch since you haven't mastered your coordination yet and many times end up slapping yourself in the face. And lets not forget your voice. Holy cow child have you found.your.voice. You squeal when you are excited and by squeal, I mean scream. It's quite funny until we are sitting in a crowded church with a full (read: loud) band with everyone singing and you squeal so loud that half the church turns around to look at you, then it's just plain embarrassing. I love how happy you are though and that you have found a way to express it.
Although you have become Mr. Independent with your army crawling, pulling yourself up, and crawling up the stairs, you have become kinda a Momma's boy again. You like to be held constantly, you reach for me if I put you down, and will cry if I leave the room. I say 'kinda a Momma's boy' because you still totally light up when Daddy enters the room. No one brings a smile to your face or can make you laugh as hard as Daddy can. Thank you for saying "dada" this month little man and for learning how to kiss us. There are few things sweeter than feeling you "kiss" our face or hearing you say our names.
You have continued exploring new foods and continued loving them all. You already recognize the Cheerio box and the Puff containers. I love the power both have over you at this point. You started getting your third tooth and this one bothered you so much! We had a few rough nights, tons of cuddling, too many tears, and a lot of thankful prayers for the makers of Tylenol and Oral-Gel. You experienced your first cold on the 24th and here on the 4th, you still haven't been able to shake it. You hate - let me repeat - HATE having your nose wiped.
In the past few months, I have started calling you by a certain nickname which I won't say here because your father hates it. Truthfully, I don't really like it either but it seriously just slips out sometimes ... ok a lot lately. So the other day, I was changing your diaper at Aunt Janna and Uncle Jason's house and you were rolling over and I called you by this name. Micah quickly and sternly goes "Tisti. Hes name is not -nickname nickname-. Hes name is Colin." And while Micah may be correct on your real name and Daddy may be correct in that it's a silly name, you are my little boy and I'm sure this is just the first of me embarrassing you in public :)Remember its all out of love!
With all my love,
Mommy
He's so goofy. He loves to do this lately.
It was a beautiful evening tonight, so we decided to take Colin to a local park for him to play. Gosh did he love it!! He would squeal so loud (shocker, I know!) on the swings and barely tried to eat the chain. Anyone who knows Colin knows he loooves to eat everything, so the fact that he wasn't trying to eat the chain was a sure indicator that he was having a great time.
Took too many cute pictures, so a slideshow is in order... Enjoy! :)
Took too many cute pictures, so a slideshow is in order... Enjoy! :)
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