Meta-Blogging

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about my blog. I know I mostly post about Wilder and, although I'm sure the grandparents are thrilled about that, I also know most people couldn't care less about our daily adventures. 

Believe me, I would love to write about other, more inspiring, more culturally relevant things but I usually don't for a couple of reasons: a) The exhaustion of raising a toddler and the writer's block that results from daily exposure to high-pitched whining sounds; and b) The fact that I just think he's the bee's knees and I want to document this precious time in our lives so when he's a bratty teenager I can look back and remember how sweet he used to be ;) 

That's not to say I won't ever write about anything other than my son. In fact, I'm gearing up to start a blog challenge tomorrow in order to force myself to dig a little deeper than usual.  But I'm no Scary Mommy or Moosh in Indy and that's alright with me. 

If that's OK with you too, enjoy the approximately 1,000 pictures below. And check back in tomorrow for the first day of a daily blogging regimen that will hopefully last longer than Paul's and my Insanity workout stint. Oh, I didn't tell you that we quit at Day 3? Probably because I was so embarrassed but, yeah, we decided that we weren't nearly insane enough for that crap. 

At a playdate with Dean

 At the zoo with Lexi

 Looking some dude up and down at the turtle exhibit. Luckily 

babies can usually get away with awkwardness like that.

 Sometimes I'm afraid he thinks he's a dog.

 Playing peekaboo under the trees at the dog 

park. Look at that huge cheesy grin. Such a ham!

 Loving on Rider.

 Loving on Posey.

 Yep, pretty sure he thinks he's a dog.

 At the Coronado Community Center pool

with Holly and Reagan.

 He was in heaven with all the locks and latches in the locker room.

 This is the day I discovered that this is what

he does when I ask him to smile. LOVE. IT.

 Go long!

 Big boy holding a worm.

 Reagan is so sweet with Wilder and calls

him "buddy." :)

 Spending some QT with his Rider girl.

 These dogs are saints.

 New favorite activity: jumping/flopping/

playing on the bed. The kid loves it and

would stay there for hours if I let him.

Pro: Ability to unload the dishwasher without

him grabbing at every sharp or breakable

object. Con: Triscuit crumbs in the bed because

he refuses to leave long enough for a snack.

 Second new favorite activity: Soccer-ing.

We pretty much take the soccer ball with

us everywhere we go on the off chance

that there will be an opportunity to kick it.

 Making music at the library.

 Taking care of some business while at the 

library for his regular Tuesday story time.

 Is there anything more fun than a bubble bath?

 Buh-bahs!!

 He brought these two sheep to me 

and yelled BAHH!! very emphatically.

 Paul taught him the Home Alone face :-0

 Checking out a new park with Rachel and Lexi.

Whooaaa! Did you see that epic splash, Mom?!

 At a BBQ at my cousin Amber's house in La Habra.
Needless to say, Wilder learned the word "fuh-leeler"
on this trip.

 Love seeing these sweet boys playing together :)

 Newest little cousin, Tempe.

 Baby? What baby?

 Oh, that baby. Hey, baby, can you catch?

 Sweet cousins.

 Helping Tempe play.

 It's not humanly possible to take a decent

picture with three small children. I have

accepted this fact and I give you this photo --

the best we could do. ;)

 Manning the grill.

 Wilder quickly mastered the fork at breakfast

the next morning. Probably because there was

bacon on the other end of it.

 He went to bed saying ball and woke up saying 

ball. "Obsessed" might be an understatement.

 He sure loves his Dada!

 Playdate with Lexi.

 Totally digging the bouncy bridge.

 Oh, how I love this sweet boy.

 He made me get the picture of "Cullillium"

(Uncle William) down from the refrigerator

so he could study it. He will point to this picture

and then point to a picture of himself on the

tractor at my parents' house. It's so crazy that

he remembers that Uncle William drove him on

the tractor back in September when he was

10 months old!

I made a massive sweep of the yard and picked

up any and all dog poop remnants so he could

play out there. Now that's all he wants to do. 

 He loves exploring out there.

 Silly smiles.

He loves pointing to us and saying Mama, Dada and then

pointing to himself and saying Wi-Wi. It's possibly

the cutest thing I've ever seen.

 He always squawks at these Birds of Paradise in

the flower bed and insisted on "petting" them.

Paul and I both are just totally smitten with that silly, laughing, jumping, ball-throwing, dog-loving, (sometimes whining), happy, easy-going little dude. We marvel every single day at his innocence, his intelligence, his sense of humor, and at the pure joy with which he greets each new day. He makes us happy to be alive and we feel so lucky to be his parents.