“So rock me momma like a wagon wheel…”

Let’s back up to the middle of May now so I can catch up on some of our happenings.  If you’ll remember back to Ian’s birthday, my wonderful and generous coworkers brought him some  gifts to work on that Monday.  Ian came up during lunch to open his new presents, then he and Brinn took them home while I worked the rest of the afternoon.  While Ian’s enjoying all the gifts he received, he holds one in higher esteem than the others: his little red wagon.

Oh, Virginia… If you had any idea what you started.  Actually, Virginia (our academic coordinator in athletics) has a slight ornery streak that runs through her that gives her a determined attitude…  She probably would have still given Ian this wagon even if she had the gift of foresight because she admires spunk.

Brinn and Ian were trying to take Ian’s swag home, and I walked out with them to carry all the haul.  Our arms were too packed to carry Ian, and he did not want to stay with us as we walked down the hall, so Brinn solution was to plop him into the wagon and pull him out to the jeep.  This was our first mistake.  Our second mistake occurred about two weeks later in a fit of lazy parenting.  Ian (aka the energizer bunny) bounced from toy to toy in the living room while Brinn and I sat like sloths.  We were completely exhausted for it to only by 6:00 that evening, yet Ian was no where close to winding down and he wanted to play!  In our desperation to avoid as much physical exertion as possible, we pulled out the red wagon and sat Ian down in it.  Then we sat at opposite ends of the living room and pushed our son back and forth at one another until bath time at 6:30.  I know, great parenting skills, right?

After that, Ian started pulling his wagon around behind us.  When he would catch us, he would climb in and look up at us and grin.  His cuteness defied verbal descriptions.  So we engaged in mistake #3 by typically consenting to pull him around in his wagon for a while.

pull meOne morning two weeks ago, Ian had an unusually early start to his day.  I went ahead and got out of bed and changed Ian, then proceeded on to mistake #4 and pulled him in his wagon from 6:30 am to 7:30 am.  I was even able to do some light house cleaning during this process.  Pull Ian from the living room to the kitchen as I carried a drinking glass to the sink.  Drag Ian from the kitchen to the bathroom as I put away the new items from the grocery store I had picked up the night before. And on it went for an entire hour until I shook Brinn awake and bolted out the door for work.

The repercussions from our mistakes came to a head at about 9:00 am that morning.  At pouting9:30 Brinn called me to share his frustration.  “Ian keeps chasing me with his wagon.  When I try to wash dishes, he climbs in it, then screams!  I can’t get anything done with him and that wagon chasing me everywhere!”  Brinn even went as far as to hide little red wagon behind the couch, but skinny little boys can squeeze into some remarkably small areas.

found it!

After putting the wagon in our closet for a couple of weeks, Ian’s obsession has died down a little bit and we can now safely pull the wagon out for short periods.  Ian uses these opportunities to load it down with other toys, sticks, rocks, dishes, etc. and pull them around the living room and deck.  He’s tried to convince Mogwai and Chaco to climb in, but they were a no-go.  Ian still climbs in himself if you leave the wagon out too long.

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Hit the ground running!

While the calendar may mark the beginning of summer as June 21, anyone with children or involved in academics knows that summer actually starts when the spring semester ends.  Graduation fell on Ian’s birthday this year, allowing Ian’s birthday to kick off our family’s summer.  Our lives have been absolutely chaotic ever since!

After Ian’s birthday, our good friend Savannah took his one year pix, then I left for an NCAA conference in Denver, Brinn and Ian went to visit Ian’s North Carolina grandparents and did some trout fishing on the Linville River, then Brinn and I celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary, we took another trip so that I could attend an athletic advisors’ conference in Jacksonville, and now we’re FINALLY home, just in time for more big events and travel in our lives.  Whew!

So I’m woefully behind in keeping our loved ones updated on our eventful lives, but I will try better later this week or next week.  In the meantime, here are some of our favorite pictures of Ian!

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Ian turns 1!

Cabbage Patch Baby

One year ago today, I woke up at 5:00 am Sunday morning feeling uncomfortable.  More so than the typical beached whale discomfort I’d been feeling in the final days of pregnancy.  The weekend had already started with a bit of excitement as Friday morning I’d woke up with a sore throat and stuffy nose and doctors orders to not take any cold medicine.  I continued to grow miserable as the day continued, and then contractions started on top of it.  A dash to the emergency room enlightened Brinn and I to the dangers of dehydration, and how IV fluids can halt labor.  I was sent home for a very quiet Saturday, then a mostly quiet Sunday.

Mogwai was the first to know that Ian wanted to make a holiday debut.  He sat on my feet or curled up next to me most of the day, and trotted beside me anytime I got up to lumber around the house.  Finally, about 5:00 pm it was time to go back to the hospital, but for real this time.

I spent my evening texting Joy back and forth with Brinn communicating with family.  KristineTabitha had been out with her girlfriends for a weekend trip, and was ordering Ian to wait until she could make it back to Cookeville.  I don’t want to think about how she drove to get there in time.  Fortunately Kristine had not moved away from Cookeville yet, so she didn’t have far to travel.  Some of the details are fuzzy, but I think she’s the one who rescued Brinn from hospital food and brought him dinner.

Tabitha and IanI had this funny idea that once I had a baby I’d be holding him a lot, at least for the first few weeks while he’s so little.  Just kidding.  Ian’s baby book had a section to fill out that asked where he slept as a newborn.  I had to fill out names rather than places.  He was never set down!  Tabitha, Kristine, and Momma (ahem, I mean “Nana”) all sat in the waiting room fighting over who would hold Ian first.  Once they’d finally turned in for the night, Kim and Greg were there to call dibs.  The next day Daddy (now known as “Grandpa”) and Joy Joy and Iancame up to join in the baby snuggles.  You’d be surprised how little a new mother gets to hold her baby.

Ian came into the world right after the series finale of Desperate Housewives, and immediately peed on the doctor.  He was such a stretched out, lanky looking baby who rarely cried.  He hated to be bounced, but loved to be swayed back and forth.  He had just a sprinkle of hair, and his daddy’s face.  He was without a doubt the handsomest little man I’ve ever met.

Now, one year later, Ian has no time for swaying gently and wants to bounce as much as possible.  Giggling is one of his favorite activities, second only to climbing, but usually the two occur together.

Ian’s celebrated his birthday with friends and family on Saturday at his great grandma’s house.  We had a baked potato bar and a John Deere cake.  Ian didn’t quite know how to take the cake at first, but soon discovered that he’s a fan of refined sugar.  I did not set him down with a giant smash cake, as we were not in our house and you just don’t create “that” kind of mess for your hostess, but we did let him smear his own piece into his face and inside his overhauls.

After a post cake meltdown resulting from too much excitement and not enough napping, DSC_0825Brinn took Ian off to recharge his batteries for a bit, then we proceeded to presents.  The ribbons, and bows, and paper, and boxes!  Finally little boy figured out that there was cool stuff inside all the wrappings, and then we struggled to get him to leave one gift behind long enough to unwrap the next.  Ian’s loved ones were extremely generous, and he received so many sweet gifts.

DSC_0853After we finished unwrapping all his clothes, books, and toys, we proceeded outside for the unveiling of Grandpa’s birthday gift to little Ian: Ian’s very own John Deere.  Ian’s still a smidge too short to reach the “gas” pedal on his battery-powered tractor (the package says for ages 3-7), but an old handle from some forgotten farm tool did the job.  Ian loved driving his tractor all over Grandma’s front yard!

DSC_0870Chaco just loved that everyone came outside to play.

The birthday celebrations didn’t stop there, though.  This evening Brinn and I are taking Ian hiking, and this afternoon he’s going to spend my lunch break unwrapping more gifts from my generous coworkers.  Updates to follow!

More Presents!

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Climbing into a Wordless Wednesday

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Chaco Taco

Snow dogBrinn and I dreamed of the day we could have a dog together.  During my time in college, then in graduate school, we would spend evenings and weekends walking at the park while jealously watching dog owners out with their canine companions.  After our wedding, we sulked about our landlord forbidding critters of any sort of the property, and so we continued as a pet free family.  The day we bought our house, literally the day we closed on the house, we found Chaco.

After closing, we drove strait from the office to the local animal shelter.  We didn’t even Eyebrowstop first for lunch.  After a tour of the puppy room, we met our little eye brow princess.  The 8 week old lab puppy had a short stubby tail and a scrape above her eye leaving her with the appearance that she had one brown eyebrow.  We immideatly fell in love and had to have her.  The shelter director informed us that the puppy had arrived just that morning, and that all dogs had to stay for at least three days before being eligible for adoption, in case an owner surfaced to reclaim his or her lost pet.  We begged to put our names at the top of the waiting list for eyebrow pup, but we’re denied since this shelter didn’t do lists.  Our only option was to be the first to request her when her probation period was up.

We returned to the shelter as they opened on the day that eyebrow was up for parole, and we got her!  We signed the forms, paid the fees, and then left puppyless because she was sent to the vet that afternoon to be spayed.  But the next day we were able to pick up our little bundle of fur.

After developing an expensive taste for water sandles, Eyebrow soon became known as Chaco.  Now I can’t imagine any other name suiting this silly pooch.  She fit into our lives perfectly and had no problem adjusting from her former life as a stray to her new life as an overly indulged house dog.

Pre Ian family Photo

Unfortunate for Chaco, she’s not the brightest labrador to emerge from the doggie crayon400244_415709925144744_608522978_n pack.  She doesn’t fetch, even a little, yet she’ll sling a tennis ball for herself and run after it for hours.  Chaco doesn’t enjoy water, either.  She’s a beautiful swimmer, and can glide effortlessly through water, but she avoids it if possible.  And finally, this duck bred dog is terribly gun shy.  But Chaco does have her perks.  Aside from her sweet personality and great potty training skills that suit her as a great house companion, she’s terribly loyal and stays right with her horses on trailrides.  But her best attribute is her attitude towards Ian.

Chaco wants to playWhen Ian first came home from the hospital, Chaco wanted to play!  Unfortunately his 7 1/2 pounds and lack of coordination was no match for her 50+ pounds, so we had to keep her away.  She was dying to roll him around the floor and lick out his teeth –that’s her thing.  As Ian grew in size and coordination, we allowed more and more interaction.  Finally, we completely turned them loose together, and Chaco has come to be the best baby sitter a parent could hope for.

While learning to walk, Ian would grab taller objects to pull himself up with.  Objects like Walking Talltables, chairs, human legs, and… Chaco.  Initially, Chaco remained frozen, staring nervously at her humans wondering why would allow this little man to pull on her hair and skin.  We started trying to intervene and prevent Ian from terrorizing Chaco, letting her go to our room to sleep in the bed when Ian wanted to use her as a trampoline.  As it got harder to always catch him before torturing Chaco, we resorted to treating her heavily when we caught him giving her a hard time.  Child pulling on an ear, chicken for Chaco.  Ian crawling across Chaco’s back, a slice of last night’s ham to the nurse-maid dog.

loving his ChacoEventually Chaco started understanding that Ian=yummy treats, so when she heard his knees thudding on the hardwood floor, she quit hiding and instead started meeting him halfway.  She would sit patiently while he pulled himself up on her fur, then she would slowly stand and ease her way to the refrigerator to await her inevitable treat.  We often joke about it, but in all seriousness, this method probably contribute to Ian walking at such an early age.  Having his own guide dog whose back was at the perfect height to rest his hands on gave him the support he needed to balance while his legs strengthened and he learned coordination.

Now as we near Ian’s first birthday, we have a very mobile little boy who has started1129081537 running and squeals with delight every time he sees a dog.  Mogwai and Chaco have taught him that dogs are his best friends and he loves them dearly.  While Mogwai was Ian’s pal in the early days, and Ian gravitated towards the sound of Mogwai’s voice as opposed to Chaco’s, now Ian’s pulled a 180.  While he still loves his Mogwai, he runs to Chaco and laughs when she answers him.  Chaco can be a real chatty Cathy.

Chaco’s favorite ways to spend her time involve lounging on the deck in full sun, running 532920_415797251802678_224482531_nthrough the neighbor’s cow field after dark when it cools down outside, running up a mountain with the horses, camping at the Ocoee and chasing my grandma’s barn cats.  She speaks on command…and not on command.  She aspires to be a dental hygenist, and sits on our feet when she’s nervous.  Usually she goes everywhere with us.  We have to take an extra set of car keys everywhere we go so that she and Mog can stay locked in the car with the heater/a.c. on depending on the time of year.  Chaco strongly prefers Tractor Supply Company to Petco, and disdainfully turns down any “dog” treats aside from chicken or duck jerky.  This rotten, completely spoiled black mass of hair holds our family together, and clearly enjoys every aspect of being a dog.

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Mogwai’s Wordless Wednesday

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Professor Chaco

Hello everyone. My name is Chaco.  On behalf of Walkabout Incorporated, I’d like to Chacowelcome you all to walking lessons.  The parental transportation from your sleeping compartments will begin in about fifteen minutes.  Right now I’d like to take a minute to familiarize you with the process you are about to attempt and discuss some brief safety precaustions.  Firstly, I ask that you remain seated in the floor until we begin working on standing, and that you not eat or drink while attempting to walk.  Secondly, please realize that it is against our rules to overindulge on milk and pass out during your class.  Enjoy your experience, but do do drink responsibly and do not drink and toddle.

Quick BreakI promise you are going to enjoy your time in toddler training class.  This is a safe, supportive environment where you can sit and rest.  You can walk into the kitchen and order a mashed banana, or take a stroll past the canine toy box.  Please don’t stop here as Mogwai is very possessive about his toys and will take them outside and form a toy pyramind on top of which he will climb and lay to keep you from accessing his possessions.  The toddler toy box is the place to go if you want to enjoy chewing on plastic equipment.

Walkabout Inc. offers a variety of special discounts depending on your walking goals.  We have walking independently classes, as well as using a utilizing walking equipment class.  There will be a short information Standing!session at 11:00 a.m. (after morning nap time, but before lunch and afternoon nap time) in the living ro– ahem, lobby area.  We recommend that you do not purchase your educational packages from street vendors as outdoor canines are not always 100 percent reliable.  They also may charge you more than Walkabout’s 6 chicken jerky strips daily fee.

If you need to exchange your fruit puffs into jerky, please use a parent or baby sitter for exchanges.  We don’t receommend exchanging your fruit puffs with Mogwai, because you won’t get a fair rate.  Some of our instructors will accept fruit puffs, but you are better off to exchange your currency and pay with jerky. Or, if you prefer, you can always use your evening spaghetti. Also, if you want to get around the main floor of our facility, or travel to our outdoor amenities, we recommend that you utilize your parent rather than a canine support. The parent costs about one hug or slobbery snuggle, and the transporter can give you change in the form of an extra squeeze if you don’t have the exact amount. If you do decide to take a canine walker, make sure that you negotiate each stair carefully as you exit.

The Beaverparentals will be carrying you to the main lobby in just a few minutes.  Please sit back and enjoy the mobile on the right hand side of the crib while we wait.  I ask that you remain in the crib until the parent has completely lifted you free of the side railing, and please refrain from gnawing on the furniture.  Mogwai will be here to help youNow boys... relinquish any distracting toys that may impede your walking practice.   Please double check to make sure your diaper is not full before the adult relinquished his or her hold on you. On behalf of Walkabout Inc., have a wonderful first lesson with your canine instructor and I hope to see you tomorrow walking out on your own.

I think I can

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If you turn around for half a second…

Inventory Day

Childlocks entered our world a couple of months ago.

toysSometimes Ian will still play with his toys, but only if he can pull every single one out at once and cover the entire living room with them.

DrivingGrandpa’s lap was clearly made as a booster seat to help little boys reach the steering wheel.  Ian doesn’t even want to leave home anymore so long as he can “drive.”  God help us if he ever finds a key laying out after learning how to insert and turn it over.

0403133229_16This same fascination prevents us from making it inside the doors at Tractor Supply Company.  We want to go shop… Ian wants to drive… guess who wins.

playing at the doctorsThe doctor’s office is just another jungle gym full of possibilities.

Shoppingsafetyt firstThose warning labels on the shopping carts, the ones that say to strap children in and never allow them to stand in the basket?  Ian can’t read yet, and doesn’t believe us when we read it to him.  He thinks we’re misreading the instructions, and he prefers a better position for digging through my groceries.

Chair StandsThis is a new habit he started Saturday  Aunt Wanda gave him a rocking chair, but clearly adults have been using rocking chairs incorrectly all along.

Dishwasher Jungle GymJust as we’ve misused the dishwasher for so long.

This is what happens when you turn your back while feeding the horses:

Playing in the mudAnd when you’re husband finds him and reminds you that those were the last clean jeans in Ian’s dresser…

muddy mess

And so goes Ian’s day until his batteries run dead.

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