We had a wonderful Christmas this year: Dutch and Chris both got spoiled, spoiled, spoiled. This was a notable year for me because it's the first time I've cared more about what others were getting. Yes, at 27 I finally realized the joy of giving and not receiving.
Christmas was an all-day event, as it always is with the Davis family. We woke up around 8:30 and Dutch got his stocking. He got two new small Tonka trucks and a pull-along toy. Then we got dressed and headed over to Greg and Kellie's for breakfast.
Dutch's 3 big presents at Greg and Kellie's were: a shopping cart with some fake food (from Mama and Daddy), a huge steel Tonka dump truck (from Uncle Zakky), and a Black and Decker Junior tool set, complete with drills and the requisite safety goggles (from Grandpa Greg). He received a few other little things that he loved, but those were his three big ones.
Then we moved on to Grandpa Morgan's house for more presents and lunch. Aunt Kim bought Dutch an awesome Toy Story 3 phone, and Great-Grandpa Bob (through Grandma Kellie) bought him a Buzz Lightyear, by far the biggest hit of the day.
Then it was over to Grandma and Grandpa Davis's for even more presents and dinner. Dutch received a couple of books and some Duplo and was pretty much done after this.
We went back to Greg and Kellie's at about 6:30 and Dutch was out for the night. Besides a brief period where we woke him up to put on pajamas, he slept until 8:30 the next morning! Poor little guy got all worn out!
He had a great day and really got into the spirit of helping everyone open their gifts. There were a few minor tantrums, but no major meltdowns to speak of. It was a wonderful day and so much fun to see Dutch's immense joy at every single gift he opened. They were all greeted with "Wow!" (some even before they were unwrapped).
Pictures coming tomorrow.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
A List for Tuesday
The problem with taking a break from blogging, no matter how small, is that it makes me feel WAY behind. Here's a list of upcoming posts you can look forward to:
1. A run-down of Christmas
2. Pictures from the last few weeks
3. A retrospective of 2010
4. Additional posts about baby Sweetums (who will hopefully have a real name soon)
5. More complaining about this pregnancy, because it really has been awful!
So there's a lot to post about. Hopefully I'll have the time and inclination to make good on the promises!
1. A run-down of Christmas
2. Pictures from the last few weeks
3. A retrospective of 2010
4. Additional posts about baby Sweetums (who will hopefully have a real name soon)
5. More complaining about this pregnancy, because it really has been awful!
So there's a lot to post about. Hopefully I'll have the time and inclination to make good on the promises!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
The Post Office
Taking Dutch to the Post Office is like hitting myself in the head with a hammer: everyone around me wonders why and I have a huge headache when it's over.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Feeling Bad About Feeling Bad
I had my ultrasound on Monday morning, bright and early so Chris wouldn't be late for work (which he was anyway). Before I tell you about it, let me tell you about Dutch's ultrasound, something I've never blogged about.
When I got pregnant with Dutch I KNEW that my baby was little Ivy Mae and she was going to be a red-head and the cutest little thing on the planet. I planned out her nursery (black, red, and white with Olivia accessories), I started thinking about all of the cute clothes I would buy her, and the great books we would read together. Chris luckily prevented me from buying anything that wasn't gender neutral, otherwise I would have had a lot of girl clothes I could never use!
When we got to the dark room where they were going to do the ultrasound the tech asked if I wanted to know the gender. "Yes," I said, "but it's a girl." She then proceeded to do the exam. As I saw her looking at the baby from all different angles I said, "Is that what I think it is?" Yup, it was a boy.
I cried. Just one little tear while we were in the room, but I was devastated. (Just as a funny side-note, when we left the building I saw a sign for Weiner Real Estate, which is probably pronounced "whiner," but it made me bawl.)
Of course I got over it and love my Dutchie so much I can't imagine life without him. But I still really want a girl. With this pregnancy I was cautiously hopeful that it was my little Scout Rowe. Chris has been worried that I would be disappointed if it was another boy. The night before the ultrasound I had an overpowering feeling that it was a boy. I cried again.
The ultrasound confirmed that it's another boy. I tried so hard not to feel bad, because I feel guilty for feeling bad. My baby boy is healthy and perfect and there are people who have always wanted a boy who will never get one. I can't help it though, I want a baby girl.
Pretty soon I'll accept the fact that it's a boy and start getting excited. Just give me a few days.
When I got pregnant with Dutch I KNEW that my baby was little Ivy Mae and she was going to be a red-head and the cutest little thing on the planet. I planned out her nursery (black, red, and white with Olivia accessories), I started thinking about all of the cute clothes I would buy her, and the great books we would read together. Chris luckily prevented me from buying anything that wasn't gender neutral, otherwise I would have had a lot of girl clothes I could never use!
When we got to the dark room where they were going to do the ultrasound the tech asked if I wanted to know the gender. "Yes," I said, "but it's a girl." She then proceeded to do the exam. As I saw her looking at the baby from all different angles I said, "Is that what I think it is?" Yup, it was a boy.
I cried. Just one little tear while we were in the room, but I was devastated. (Just as a funny side-note, when we left the building I saw a sign for Weiner Real Estate, which is probably pronounced "whiner," but it made me bawl.)
Of course I got over it and love my Dutchie so much I can't imagine life without him. But I still really want a girl. With this pregnancy I was cautiously hopeful that it was my little Scout Rowe. Chris has been worried that I would be disappointed if it was another boy. The night before the ultrasound I had an overpowering feeling that it was a boy. I cried again.
The ultrasound confirmed that it's another boy. I tried so hard not to feel bad, because I feel guilty for feeling bad. My baby boy is healthy and perfect and there are people who have always wanted a boy who will never get one. I can't help it though, I want a baby girl.
Pretty soon I'll accept the fact that it's a boy and start getting excited. Just give me a few days.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Uncharted Territory
It's always a good day when I get to spend it with my family. Yesterday Dutch and I attended a birthday party for my cousin's son Joseph. We got to see lots of family and it was awesome.
I would like to say that Dutch was a sweetie who did not hit, shove, or kick anyone. I would like to say that he did not have to go to time-out five times and that he was very generous with his sharing. Of course, I can't. My big guy was a big bully and hit and kicked and shoved both Joseph and Athena (but mostly Athena, she's more his size, I guess). It was embarrassing and infuriating in equal parts.
So the question of the week is: how do I get my sweet boy to stop hitting EVERYONE (including Chris, Bo, and me)? Is there a tried and true method to stop my Dutchie from being a big fat bully?
I would like to say that Dutch was a sweetie who did not hit, shove, or kick anyone. I would like to say that he did not have to go to time-out five times and that he was very generous with his sharing. Of course, I can't. My big guy was a big bully and hit and kicked and shoved both Joseph and Athena (but mostly Athena, she's more his size, I guess). It was embarrassing and infuriating in equal parts.
So the question of the week is: how do I get my sweet boy to stop hitting EVERYONE (including Chris, Bo, and me)? Is there a tried and true method to stop my Dutchie from being a big fat bully?
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Everybody Poops
Dutch used the toilet for the first time today! I am such a proud mama and Chris was in there to help him wash his hands and all that. Great first step toward potty training!
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