Suck, no more!

Hi there, Brady again. Mom was going to write this post, but the news is so big, I thought you should hear it from me...

I don't have my pacifier anymore!!

That's right. On Friday, Mom, Dad and I took my "P" to the doctor's office and donated it to the sick babies, because I'm a big boy and don't need it anymore. It was hard handing it over to the nurse, but the big bowl of suckers sitting on the desk made it easier. I chose an orange one, and Mom was so proud of me for not crying, that she let me eat it before dinner. After the drop off, Mom and Dad took me out to dinner and then to Target so I could pick out any toy I wanted. I picked a bulldozer, of course. Yes, another truck. But this one is really special, because it comes with a power drill that let's me take the truck apart and put it back together!

That night, I asked for my "P" right before bed, but Daddy reminded me that the new babies had it and that they were sleeping with it now, so that made me feel better (being able to keep my "bankie" helped a little too!) I think my parents were nervous that I wasn't going to be able to fall asleep without it, but I did just fine. I don't know why they get all worked up about stuff sometimes...

I heard Mom saying something on Sunday about how she wishes they would have done this months ago. I have a feeling that they'll never doubt my ability to adapt to new situations again!

Brady goes to the dentist

I was playing around with Matt's phone, videoing some of Brady's antics at dinner tonight, when I came across this picture of Brady's first visit to the dentist. We totally forgot to chronicle this milestone!


We brought him in during our regular cleanings in Dec. and he was an absolute champ in the chair. He sat on my lap and let both the hygienist and Dr. Oliva look into his mouth before proclaiming it was time to go.

Dr. Oliva said his teeth look good (the brushing is paying off!), but it appears he has a bit of a cross-bite. Meaning, his top jaw in growing faster than his bottom jaw, causing misalignment. If it doesn't correct itself over the next few years, he may need orthodontic work at age 5. Crazy! Fingers crossed that it does. For now, Brady is enjoying his new toothbush!

Brady turns 2!

Well, our baby boy is 2. Two! I can hardly get that out without needing a tissue.

"How old is your son?". "He's 2". Not 15, 18 or 21 months. Not even 24 months. He's just 2. A whole number, for a whole year. Until, well, he turns 3 (and so on and so forth).

I can't believe it's been a full year since he turned 1, but a lot has happened over the last 12 months...

Brady learned to walk faster, then run. Then run fast. And fall. He learned what a band-aid was. He stopped drinking formula. He stopped using bottles (yeah!!!!) He got to see a whole new world when we turned his car seat to face forward. He traded in his high chair for a booster seat at the kitchen table. He learned to eat with a fork and drink out of a "big boy cup". He spilled, a lot. He learned to "keen up" after his messes. He learned a million new words, then how to string them together. First two at a time, then three, then more than we could count ("Brady wake up, go downstairs, eat breakfast, watch Caillou.") He learned to count to 13 and say his ABCs (sort of). He developed manners. He learned his prayers. He could spell his name at 18 months. He discovered trucks (oh my goodness, the trucks!) and dinosaurs. He could tell the difference between a triceratops, pterodactyl, and cryolophosaurus. He stopped eating vegetables. And chicken. And eggs. And even a few fruits. Then started eating them all again. He discovered that he loves Mom and Dad's singing voice. He gained a new appreciation of books. He made a bunch of new friends-- Chapin, Amelia, Bella, Lyla, Bella, Leo... Caillou, Dora, Curious George and Kai-lan. He started using the potty. Ok, he starting sitting on the potty. He learned to throw toys and tantrums. He met the naughty step. He started going to school. He started learning Spanish. He started getting attached. Really attached. He learned to play pretend-- chef, construction worker, train conductor. He even grew... a little.

That's a lot of action for a little guy, but he did it all (and more!) without skipping a beat. We can't wait to see what the next year brings.

May all your wishes come true!