From 7 lbs 8 ounces to....

When Jack was a year-old we had one game at his birthday party: Guess the weight of Jack. It seemed to be a hit, at least with his mother, so we played it again this year at Theo's party.

Theo started at 7 lbs 8 ounces. The blog will now be taking guesses over the next 48 hours on what you believe Theo weighs today on his first birthday (see picture above of Theo getting weighed today). The winner will be announced on Sunday. Good Luck!

PS - Please play, it will make me happy!

Happy First Birthday Theo!

This year has flown by. We have had a great day celebrating Theo's first birthday.

We went to the park this morning. We let Jack pick which park was Theo's favourite, and I actually think he got it right. We did lots of swinging which Theo is a big fan of.

We then had cake out in the orchard at 3 pm with some of our closest friends at Oak Hill. It was fun. Theo was not too interested in the cake - but did like the chocolate chip cookies. He hated his celebration hat - maybe that is because he has worn a helmet for 4 months of the last year. We cannot really blame him for not wanting a hat on now! You will no doubt notice the older brother swooping in to blow the candles out - which we had given him permission to do (he knows he cannot on his second birthday though!).

We ended the day with Pizza Hut as a family which both boys seemed to enjoy. We let Jack do the ice cream factory at the end. He shared with Theo, and needless to say Theo loved that. We are pretty sure Theo's first word is MORE - very fitting for a kid who loves to eat.

Singing Happy Birthday



Boys dancing at Pizza Hut



Theo asking for MORE ice cream



Not liking the party hat



A shot of the boys after their naps today



Theo opening present from Grandma and Papa



Theo in his new car

Rain Button

Below is a conversation between Jack and me as we walked to the library today...yes in the rain.

JACK: God is in charge of the rain.
ERIN: Yes, that is right.
JACK: How does he get the rain to come?
ERIN: Ummm. I am not really sure.
JACK (very confidently): Maybe he pushes a button.
ERIN (long pause and a lot of hesitation): Yes, maybe.

Nah's Last Name

On the way to Scotland Jack and I had plenty of time to talk on the four and a half hour train ride. One of the things Jack wanted to talk about was Nah's (his favourite little polar bear blanket) name. He informed me that Nah's last name was Anderson. He then informed me that Theo's Nah's last name was also Anderson.

I just went along with it. About two minutes later Jack informed me that Theo's Nah couldn't have the last name Anderson because then both Nahs would have the exact same name. So he said Theo's Nah's last name would be Abbott (which is my maiden name). So there you have it, Nah Anderson and Nah Abbott. I think both have a nice ring to them.

Lady's Legs

My parents just visited us. There were many fun moments and comments, but one in particular from Jack seemed bloggable. We were sitting in the playroom and out of the blue Jack said 'Mom, why does Grandad have lady's legs?'

My dad has very fair skin and hair so it almost appears that he has no hair on his legs. This was somewhat concerning to Jack and he wanted to get the answer. We all laughed and then thought that Jack may have to get used to having lady's legs too if his hair stays as blond as it is currently.

Yeah Charles!

Yesterday we had the privilege of watching Charles receive his degree from Cambridge. It was a very fun day. My parents were able to time their yearly trip to include the festivities and we were extremely grateful to our good friends who were willing to watch Jack and Theo for the day. After many hard years, it is official.

Nearing the end of Charles's PhD I presented him with a shirt that said 'Gitter Dun' referring to the idea that he just need to work hard and get the PhD done. Well, yesterday I had a new shirt made that said 'Gotter Dun'. Well DUN Charles! We are all very proud of you.

Wait until you finish eating

Charles is away on a conference so some of our neighbours invited me and the boys around for dinner. Jack was a non-stop talking machine during dinner - talk about nightly entertainment, whether we wanted it or not. Repeatedly I had to tell him to wait until he was done chewing/eating to talk. Then when he was done completely with dinner he announced, 'I'm done. Now I don't have to wait to talk'. I think his desire to talk may have been the impetus for being done. I am sure my parents think this sounds exactly like his mother 28 years ago.

Best thing about holiday

We went on holiday last week. We had a great time staying at some friend's house. After arriving back home, Jack has been asked my multiple people what his favourite thing on holiday was which he quickly answers by saying 'Watching lots of television!'.

Should this concern us as parents?

Sharing through the eyes of a three-year-old Vol II

A quote from Jack while I was voluntarily sharing MY dessert with him:

I want the turns to go Me, Mommy, Jack, Me, Mommy, Jack.