Colton is my 2 year old, my cheeky, too much personality for one little body, toddler. He is one of those kids that everyone who meets him says "he is so cute", and it's not always the way he looks, it's his huge personality.
I was a little worried about him when he was a baby because he just didn't talk. When I took him to his 18 month check up, the doctor asked if he was saying 10 words, I had to say "no", he was barely saying "Mommy" or "Daddy" at that time. She said we would re-evaluate at 2 years and if there isn't enough improvement we would have to discuss speech therapy. It was shortly after that, I got laid off from WFHM and was able to spend more one on one time with him. Within a couple of months he was talking up a storm. No one could really understand what he was saying, but after a couple more months, I was able to translate...and now, much like his big brother, he doesn't take a break much. His favorite saying is "go to Ma-Pa's house to eat MEENTS (mints)" which is a catch all phrase, he says it for everything, including yelling it at cars that honk or on the rare occasion (LOL) when I honk my horn. He'll yell it at them. He is one of those kids that when you're walking through the store, he's waving and saying "HI" and
"BYE" to everyone we pass.
He is constantly making people laugh, just like his Daddy. We laugh because Greyson looks just like Tobin, but acts like me and Colton looks just like me and acts like Tobin. It is never a dull moment when they are around.
Like most kids, he loves to dance and sing. When we're cleaning his room, he'll say "sing Mommy". He'll knock on a closed door, if you say "who is it", he'll say "it's me toton" He used to call himself "Nahners"...who know's how he got that out of "Colton". The kid is a brute too, he'll tackle and bring down Greyson. He doesn't think about how much smaller he is than Greyson, he'll start a run at him and take Greyson down at the knees. It's hilarious. He's also inheirated his Daddy's pitching arm. He's been throwing a ball (straight into someone's hand) since before he turned 1. Life in my home is never boring!!!!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Greyson
A little about my boys: Greyson, my oldest was our surprise miracle. It's no secret and most who know us already know that Tobin and I weren't married when we got pregnant with Greyson, in fact we were barely still together. Looking back now, I think it was all part of a plan. Neither Tobin, nor I would be where we are if we hadn't been blessed with him. Greyson was 4 months old when we got married, and one day when he realizes what it means that our anniversary is 4 months after his birthday, we will make it very clear to him that although he wasn't planned he was never ever unwanted!
It became apparent pretty early that Greyson was special. It wasn't that he developed social skills early, it was that he always seemed so much older than he was. He always seemed so aware of what was around him. He started to chatter very early (looking back now, that was a foreshadow of the child he has become -- haha never able stop talking for more than a minute). I remember him talking like crazy to Tobin's Aunts on his first Thanksgiving (he was just over 2 mos old), and at his Christmas, he was a little over two mos old, my Mom had a ceramic decor bear that she put on a table beside my Dad's recliner. Greyson would sit in your lap, prop himself up on his arms and talk up a storm to this bear. I didn't realize until later that that is not normal behavior for a 2 month old baby. We started to joke at a young age that he was an old soul. He had me very spoiled, thinking all babies are like this. He weened himself from the bottle, and broke himself from the pacifier. Now, I realize that (as my Grandma would say) every cow thinks her calf is the blackest, and I'm not saying that I think my son is a genius (ok, I think he is LOL), but there is something special about him and the way he looks at the world. One time he was about 4, we were all outside when the ice cream truck drove by. Greyson stared at the ice cream truck with stars in his eyes. As it got closer, he turned and looked at Tobin and me and smiled. Before he could even ask I said "no, maybe next time". He says "No....I WANT THAT JOB!" I guess in his mind, having that job meant all the ice cream you can eat.
He is 7 now and really able to try your patience! He's a good kid, but already seems to have the attitude of a teenager, and as I mentioned earlier he talks all the time (my curse from my parents I presume). I guess it's our fault, with him being an only child for so long, we let him get away with a lot more than we should have. I watch him sleep at night sometimes and wonder if your child ever gets to an age where it gets boring to watch them sleep.
It became apparent pretty early that Greyson was special. It wasn't that he developed social skills early, it was that he always seemed so much older than he was. He always seemed so aware of what was around him. He started to chatter very early (looking back now, that was a foreshadow of the child he has become -- haha never able stop talking for more than a minute). I remember him talking like crazy to Tobin's Aunts on his first Thanksgiving (he was just over 2 mos old), and at his Christmas, he was a little over two mos old, my Mom had a ceramic decor bear that she put on a table beside my Dad's recliner. Greyson would sit in your lap, prop himself up on his arms and talk up a storm to this bear. I didn't realize until later that that is not normal behavior for a 2 month old baby. We started to joke at a young age that he was an old soul. He had me very spoiled, thinking all babies are like this. He weened himself from the bottle, and broke himself from the pacifier. Now, I realize that (as my Grandma would say) every cow thinks her calf is the blackest, and I'm not saying that I think my son is a genius (ok, I think he is LOL), but there is something special about him and the way he looks at the world. One time he was about 4, we were all outside when the ice cream truck drove by. Greyson stared at the ice cream truck with stars in his eyes. As it got closer, he turned and looked at Tobin and me and smiled. Before he could even ask I said "no, maybe next time". He says "No....I WANT THAT JOB!" I guess in his mind, having that job meant all the ice cream you can eat.
He is 7 now and really able to try your patience! He's a good kid, but already seems to have the attitude of a teenager, and as I mentioned earlier he talks all the time (my curse from my parents I presume). I guess it's our fault, with him being an only child for so long, we let him get away with a lot more than we should have. I watch him sleep at night sometimes and wonder if your child ever gets to an age where it gets boring to watch them sleep.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
hmmmmm
OK, I have several friends who blog and I figured it would be a good outlet for some of the craziness in my head. Where to start??? Well, I'm a wife and a mother of two boys. Greyson is 7 and Colton is 2, and am 20 weeks pregnant with a baby girl.
Tobin, my husband, is a commercial plumber (I have to put "commercial" in the title so that there is no confusion as to whether or not he touches poop -- seriously! He's a union plumber and they DO NOT touch the poo!!!), and I honestly never realized how dangerous his job is. He has been telling me stories the past few weeks about blow torch tanks blowing up and dismembering and/or killing plumbers. Then today he witnessed a fellow plumber almost get his head taken off (I mean seconds and inches from) by some flying pipe cover that was under pressure. Several weeks ago I had a dream that he was killed at work (before he started to tell me these stories). I finally had to tell him that I don't want to hear anymore. We were just talking the other day about how great the past few years have been, and today I was telling my Mother that I've come to the realization (I guess on some level I've always known, plus the pregnancy hormones always make me feel very connected to him) that I can't imagine my life without Tobin in it. I always get a little paranoid when I pregnant. I am praying more than usual lately, can't really be sure if it's because of this crazy fear or because on the other hand I feel so incredibly blessed to have what I have.
See what I mean...craziness in my head! I realize it is paranoia, but it helps to get it down. More on my beautiful boys later! The pregnancy insomnia has set in, so this will be a good outlet for me to get this out of my head before I try to put in on a pillow.
Tobin, my husband, is a commercial plumber (I have to put "commercial" in the title so that there is no confusion as to whether or not he touches poop -- seriously! He's a union plumber and they DO NOT touch the poo!!!), and I honestly never realized how dangerous his job is. He has been telling me stories the past few weeks about blow torch tanks blowing up and dismembering and/or killing plumbers. Then today he witnessed a fellow plumber almost get his head taken off (I mean seconds and inches from) by some flying pipe cover that was under pressure. Several weeks ago I had a dream that he was killed at work (before he started to tell me these stories). I finally had to tell him that I don't want to hear anymore. We were just talking the other day about how great the past few years have been, and today I was telling my Mother that I've come to the realization (I guess on some level I've always known, plus the pregnancy hormones always make me feel very connected to him) that I can't imagine my life without Tobin in it. I always get a little paranoid when I pregnant. I am praying more than usual lately, can't really be sure if it's because of this crazy fear or because on the other hand I feel so incredibly blessed to have what I have.
See what I mean...craziness in my head! I realize it is paranoia, but it helps to get it down. More on my beautiful boys later! The pregnancy insomnia has set in, so this will be a good outlet for me to get this out of my head before I try to put in on a pillow.
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