My own personal guilt trip

I can't believe Grant is 18 months old already. I also just realized that our blog is a year old. In celebration of this milestone, I went back and read a few of our old posts. Did you know that in the original post my husband said we'd be updating once a week? HAHAHAHA Silly man. I am continually telling myself I will post more often- at least once a month (I've always been one to set lofty goals for myself- that how I got stuck with, I mean landed my current job)! But, what do you know, March came and went with no post. You're all shocked I'm sure.

It’s April now and spring is surely on its way- predictions of snow notwithstanding. And with the warmth of spring comes yet another burst of optimism. I will post more often! My baby is getting bigger every day and I’m feeling guilty for not documenting more of it.

Now, I’ve gotten my rambling and that particular guilt out of the way, I can move on to an actual update. There’s a lot to cover, so you’ll have to excuse me if my transitions leave something to be desired.

Grant is growing bigger every day and learning new things all the time. On the few nice days we’ve had recently, he has very much enjoyed running around outside. Or, at least, he very much enjoyed it once he got the hang of walking around on that weird, bumpy ground. He’s steadily saying more words and more words. Unfortunately, I do not know the translation of many of these words (judging by the intonation, I suspect more than one is a curse word), so I cannot add them to his list of words.

Tormenting Sasha is one of his favorite pass times. By “tormenting” I mean throwing hard projectiles at her, pulling her hair and/ or tail, and trying to ride her and giggling with glee while she growls and tries to get away (excellent way to wear out both toddler and dog by the way). When he’s not tormenting her, he’s throwing to her, which is why she generally puts up with his tormenting. Those two have an interesting relationship. I sometimes feel a little guilty for not stopping Grant when he's tormenting Sasha, but I get over that one surprisingly quickly given my general trend towards guilt land these days. Seems a canine child simply does not hold the same sway as a human one.

Speaking of food, Grant is still very attached to his baby food. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll eat the occasional solid food, but he still loves his baby food. I tell myself that this is fine- after all, it’s fruit and vegetables. How could that be bad? But, being an over-protective first time mom and natural born worrier, it does make me nervous sometimes that he doesn’t eat more solid food and I feel I must be doing something wrong. Also, it gets expensive to buy baby food in the quantities an 18 month old eats! We got to the grocery store and fill up half our cart with the little jars. As Matt says, you get so much that you think it’s crazy, and then you pick up a few more.

Grant has been work on getting his eye teeth for, well, forever. First everyone said that the first tooth is the worst, then everyone said the one year molars are the worst, now everyone says that the eye teeth are the worst. I have to say, at this rate, I’m getting very worried about his two-year molars, as no doubt they will be “the worst” when the time comes. As it is, he's back to waking up several times a night. I hear stories of tiny babies sleeping through the night. Something my 18 month old has done all of once. Maybe three to five times if you use that silly "five hours is sleeping through the night" rule. Again, am I doing something wrong? Have I somehow set my son up for a lifetime of sleep issues? Oh well, who really needs sleep anyway?

Sorry, no pictures with this post. I seem to be having trouble getting blogger to download my pictures right now. Not particularly surprising, given my technical abilities and general computer savvy, or lack thereof (and in case you're wondering, of course I feel guilty about that too). I'll pester Matt about it tonight.