Little Tony's Blog

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Daphne's first birthday bash

Daphne in her bumbo seat, lookin' cute and waiting for everyone to gather around and watch her make a giant mess.
Here's Tony, planning how to sneak another gumdrop off the cake. Notice how the castle is beginning to buckle under it's own gooey weight at this point. I was just relieved it made the trip to the park, down the path, and onto a picnic table!



Here's Daphne after her first little taste of cake. By after a couple of more bites, she went face-first into the cupcake, getting cake up her nose and in her eyelashes.
Here's Dax clowning around with Mateo and Tony, who had a great time playing with Lizzy (Dax and Laura's border collie), blowing bubbles, playing ball and generally just running around like a couple of three year old hooligans.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Holy Cow! Daphne Sabine is one year old!

A year ago today Daphne and I were hanging out in a state-of-the-art birthing suite, being pampered as the fourth mother and baby to come through that hospital. At this point little Tony was at home with Grandma Clyta, blissfully ignorant of how his world would be turned upside down.

Daphne can now walk holding onto my finger, and says mostly gibberish, but something we are sure is "See!" when she notices something. She waves bye-bye and blows kisses when prompted. She is not a fan of strangers, or even not completely familiar people who try to hold her. She is a HUGE fan of high-pitched screaming to indicate happiness, frustration, boredom, pain, tiredness, elation, or you-name-it.

Tony is doing much better at the potty training. He still doesn't go on his own, but has been accident free about six days out of the week for a few weeks now. He amazes me with his curiosity and observance of the things around him. He is very aware of sights and sounds, and has taken to asking me what we are listening to on the radio every time it comes on. We are having some swearing issues this week, but other than that he is gearing up to be a great three-year-old boy.

I am so lucky.



We got Daphne some cute little leg warmers for her crawling expeditions. I Thought they'd be great with her cow diaper!