Cleveland rocks

We had a great thanksgiving with a bunch of family and even a small gathering here. It was so nice hanging out with the family & the extra sets of hands were appreciated when Zach was running around. It was Matt's birthday on Sunday so we managed to sneak away to the browns game. I got Matt the best birthday present ever, a rare browns win....you're welcome Matt.

Thankful for forks

We are fortunate to have a lot of family & had an early thanksgiving on Saturday. Zach was way more interested in running around & exploring than actually eating dinner, which means I also got my exercise in between mouthfuls of turkey and stuffing. The big success of the weekend came in fork form. Grandma got Zach to actually try to use a fork instead of just playing with it & throwing it around. I chalk this up to her teacher patience & the fact we were only there the weekend so Zach didn't have time to break said patience. In days full of trying to use the potty as a cup & saying 'no touch' about 1,000,000 times, I had no patience left to attempt silverware. But by Sunday morning if you got food in his fork & put it in his hand he would actually put it in his mouth & even attempt to spear his own food. One small step for a toddler, one giant leap for this family actually eating out in public again.

Warm fuzzies

The honeymoon is over so to speak and this cute cuddly baby is a full blown toddler. Cute is when he hugs & kisses & talks. Not cute is throwing himself on the ground screaming & the constant no out of his mouth. We're struggling on how to discipline a child so small & determining what he understands.

So we were talking about his beloved stuffed animal Ba, aka the blue bunny during an 'oh lord are we already entering the terrible twos' conversation. I told Matt that we should let him tote around bunny and encourage his love so we have something to take away when he was bad. Meanest mom ever or evil genius. It was really more mean, I think I actually said let him love something so we can use it against him. To be fair he had thrown 3 meals on the floor & I was out of coffee & wine.

Perfect

Perfect little Sunday.

Daddy showing Zach how to make pancakes and giving very detailed instructions (which were probably for my benefit since I'm a terrible breakfast maker :)

Mohawk

You know how cute a little kid Mohawk is right after a bath? Guess what, in the morning after the hair has dried that cute Mohawk looks crazy and no amount of combing will make it look tame.

Here is your proof incase you don't believe me...

Daddy's boy

Zach loves his dada. Matt is already gone for work when we get up and every morning there is a car that goes by about the time I'm sitting Zach down for breakfast. Every morning Zach waves to the car and says 'bye bye dada'. It is too cute. Matt did say he was glad he never saw it because he wouldn't be able to leave then. Z also takes after his dada with his love of bacon (I'm not a bacon fan to the shock of my family). Zach is such a good eater we figured he would eat bacon, but didn't anticipate his cookie monster like behavior.

Me eat all the bacon...nom nom....

Success and failure

I had a major success and a major failure all in the course of one lunch. The good first. I learned if you hide things in a quesadilla Zach will eat it. Beans on their own were rejected, beans in a quesadilla delicious. Score one for team vegetable and team mommy. While I was busy patting myself on the back I failed to notice Zach tossing pieces of said lunch to the dog. I heard frantic dog feet and toddler giggles and knew it was trouble. Lunch fail. Even if Zach likes something, it is way more fun to feed half to the dog...crap...