Thursday, April 16, 2009
Happy Easter
When we moved to Dallas we started an Easter tradition of going to Easter Sunday mass and then to brunch at the Cheesecake Factory. Ever since then it just isn't Easter without this little tradition of ours. Aunt Barb & Jeramy and Aunt Natalie joined us again this year to celebrate Conor's second Easter...Thank you guys for making this a special day for Conor! This year was so much fun because he understood that the Easter candy and toys were for him (this made him giggle and clap). Also, this year he was old enough to eat the candy...which he LOVED! As a matter of fact for brunch Conor enjoyed multiple packs of Easter M&M's instead of the cheese pizza that we ordered for him. Conor also learned the concept of the Easter egg hunt...his strategy was to gather the eggs as quickly as possible so that he could begin to eat the candy as quickly as as possible...pretty cute :)
Easter Egg Hunt
Conor participated in his first ever Easter Egg Hunt on Friday with his play group. It was so cute. Warren and I rearranged our days just so that we could witness this adorable event!...We wouldn't have missed it for the world! Conor looked precious and was so excited about his big day. At first he didn't quite understand what he was supposed to do. Once I demonstrated the concept he caught on pretty quickly. However, Conor noticed that there was something inside the Easter eggs. He opened one up to find that it was his favorite...M&M's!!! He immediately sat down in the grass and enjoyed his M&M's...isn't he just delicious?!?!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Conor's New Bed
Conor is unstoppable...he can get out of his crib in seconds! He just swings his little leg over the rail and slides down like a fireman. We decided that the best solution to end our worrying was to get Conor a big boy bed. At least when he decides to get out of it he will hopefully not hurt himself. He LOVES it! When he saw it he began to squeal and giggle and clap in joy. Here he is with his new bed. Tonight will be his first night sleeping in it...wish us luck... 
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Last Night
As a first time parent one of the experiences that I have been dreading is the night that Conor would climb out of his crib in the middle of the night. What if he hurt himself? What if we didn't hear him? How would we get him to stay in his crib the next night? Well, my friends, that night was last night. Warren and I are still in shock that it actually happened. I have found myself wondering if perhaps it was just a bad dream. Here is the story; I'll try not to leave out any of the details.
Conor had a hard time sleeping last night; he woke up numerous times crying. So, Warren and I took turns going to his room to calm him down and attempt to get him to go back to sleep. Between the two of us we rocked him, rubbed his head, rubbed his back, changed his diaper, made sure he didn't have a fever, turned on the humidifier, turned off the humidifier, covered him with a blanket, uncovered him, rocked him again. Each time the same thing would happen. He would fall asleep, we'd sneak out of the room, get back into bed, and pray that he stayed asleep. However, each time he'd begin to cry again after about 10 minutes. We were exhausted and frustrated. If felt as if we had been awake the entire night. Finally, the last time he woke up was about 6am. I made the decision to just let him cry for a few minutes...surely he was exhausted too...maybe he'd fall asleep eventually.
Suddenly I began to hear the crying getting closer to me. Then I heard the pitter patter of Conor's chubby little feet on the bathroom tile! My heart sank. I jumped up and said "Warren! He got out!" Immediately as I said that, the double doors to our bedroom swung open and there he was. Looking almost as surprised as we must have looked. He looked so small and helpless. I scooped him up and put him in our bed. I said "Baby, are you okay?" and he just whimpered, "Yeah". Then he turned over and fell asleep.
I finally fell asleep too. It was the best hour of sleep that I got all night. Unfortunately the entire time I dreamt about Conor escaping in the middle of the night and running down the street. I would call out to him to come back, but he would just keep running...
You might be asking yourself, "Where is the adorable picture of Conor that normally accompanies a post on the blog?" Had I not been in such a state of shock I would have taken a picture. The image of him standing there just staring at me will forever be burned in my memory.
On a side note: if any of you have any great suggestions on what we're supposed to do now that he can get out his crib...we would love to hear them!
Conor had a hard time sleeping last night; he woke up numerous times crying. So, Warren and I took turns going to his room to calm him down and attempt to get him to go back to sleep. Between the two of us we rocked him, rubbed his head, rubbed his back, changed his diaper, made sure he didn't have a fever, turned on the humidifier, turned off the humidifier, covered him with a blanket, uncovered him, rocked him again. Each time the same thing would happen. He would fall asleep, we'd sneak out of the room, get back into bed, and pray that he stayed asleep. However, each time he'd begin to cry again after about 10 minutes. We were exhausted and frustrated. If felt as if we had been awake the entire night. Finally, the last time he woke up was about 6am. I made the decision to just let him cry for a few minutes...surely he was exhausted too...maybe he'd fall asleep eventually.
Suddenly I began to hear the crying getting closer to me. Then I heard the pitter patter of Conor's chubby little feet on the bathroom tile! My heart sank. I jumped up and said "Warren! He got out!" Immediately as I said that, the double doors to our bedroom swung open and there he was. Looking almost as surprised as we must have looked. He looked so small and helpless. I scooped him up and put him in our bed. I said "Baby, are you okay?" and he just whimpered, "Yeah". Then he turned over and fell asleep.
I finally fell asleep too. It was the best hour of sleep that I got all night. Unfortunately the entire time I dreamt about Conor escaping in the middle of the night and running down the street. I would call out to him to come back, but he would just keep running...
You might be asking yourself, "Where is the adorable picture of Conor that normally accompanies a post on the blog?" Had I not been in such a state of shock I would have taken a picture. The image of him standing there just staring at me will forever be burned in my memory.
On a side note: if any of you have any great suggestions on what we're supposed to do now that he can get out his crib...we would love to hear them!
Monday, April 6, 2009
Chopsticks!
For some reason Conor is amazed by chopsticks. He saw them on the counter tonight and insisted on using them to eat his dinner. He had a pretty good system of stabbing the chicken, dipping it in ketsup, and eating it. (Conor normally will not touch any meat that we give him...maybe this is the trick to getting him to eat meat?)
Conor Feeds the Pugs
Conor LOVES to feed the pugs. It is officially his responsibility to feed them when he gets home from school. He runs to the pantry, drags out the big bag of food and proceeds to fill their bowls with food.
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