2016 Headshot Project: December

A headshot and update of each of our babies, each month of the year 2016.

Auggie could not have been cuter this month! He’s really turning a page in his development and is actually turning into a little toddler now, even though he STILL isn’t even walking.  He much prefers to be carried around like a sultan. He turned 16 months on Christmas Eve!  He nods if you ask him questions, even though he doesn’t really understand what you’re asking.  He points to communicate and I maintain that there is nothing cuter in the world than a chubby little Bugle finger poking out of a chubby little hand in the direction of something specific. He’s getting more used to the idea of playing with his brothers instead of always wanting mommy alone time.  He does the most amazing squish face smile when he’s feeling really satisfied with his cuteness, which isn’t nearly enough because it’s a rare treat to catch him doing it.  He’s pretty consistent at puckering up his juicers and giving kisses, so that’s amazing.  We try to make him love it by throwing a huge clappy celebration after every time he does it so he does it more often.  It’s so cute to see the boys do this with him.  He got the stomach flu the week before christmas and it was so sad.  We all got it, but he got it first and got better last.  I love our nightly ritual of snuggles while he drinks a bottle (and while I watch Netflix…) and then going around the room and saying goodnight to things like shoes, jewelry, hats, lights, blankets, doors and hooks on the wall by patting each thing a few times.  Auggie just remains a joy.

This picture of Charlie is extra special to me for some reason.  I feel like it really depicts his innocence and gratitude or something.  Anyway, December was chalk full of hilarious Charlisms.  One time he woke up really groggy from a nap and came into me and immediately asked, “Mom, will you get me a banana in case I need a banana?”  He remains addicted to sugar.  Another time, he woke up from a nap and came running out all frantic and exclaimed, “Mom! I can’t find the bag of candy I hide in my pillowcase!”  I had no idea he hid a bag of candy in his pillowcase.  James must’ve discovered it because it went missing, never to be found again!  We made wookie gingerbread cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve and left the plate of cookies with a glass of milk in the boys’ room so that they could guarantee Santy coming in to check on them while they slept.  After John and I had set up Santa’s deliveries, we went to check in on the boys ourselves before we called it a night.  They were soundly sleeping with little smiles on their innocent little faces.  Then we noticed that every single head of the wookie gingerbread cookies was bitten off!  Charlie just couldn’t handle those cookies being so close to him without him getting to eat any of them!  Thinking about his little thought process cracks me the heck up.  It really was a magical Christmas, Charlie is right at the age where he really understands it and dives into the excitement.  I can’t believe next Christmas Auggie will be two and a half years old!

James, too, is friggin hilarious lately.  I don’t even know where to begin!  Christmas really was magical with the three boys, I just can’t explain it adequately.  After Christmas we headed to Utah for a few weeks and to celebrate a few more family Christmas parties there.  At one of them James was talking to his three-year old cousin, Jack, all about what he got for Christmas.  He was going on and on and then all of the sudden he caught himself and considerately asked, “Wait, do you celebrate Christmas?”  SUCH a Silicon Valley kid, that one!  On Christmas Day we had a church at 1:00, just for Sacrament meeting.  It was a lovely Christmas program, but James had just had the best morning of his life full of opening tons of toys he wanted to be playing with, so at one point he exclaimed, “CAN WE THE HECK LEAVE ALREADY??” I definitely didn’t blame him for feeling that way, poor kid.  I mean how could we actually expect him to sit through church when all those things were waiting for him at home? This Christmas break was the vacation of Breezy Bear for James.  Breezy is his cousin/best friend and they pretty much fell madly in love this break.  They kept asking us if they could get married, and at one point James even made a grand gesture of getting on one knee, holding up a ring to her and proposing in front of the whole rest of the family!  We kept having to explain that cousins don’t get married but that they could still be best friends.  As we were leaving a family get together, we had to practically pull James away from Breezy.  Finally he surrendered and yelled across the room to her in one breath, “Bye Breezy! I love you and I wish I could marry you but we’re cousins so we can’t but we are best friends so that’s great!”  Other things I want to remember from this month: James taught himself how to snap and it is the cutest little tap of a sound when that finger hits his palm.  I never knew a snap could be so magical to listen to!  He’s also learning to read and really loving it and he always ALWAYS asks, “Wanna hear a funny joke?”  He also slept over in my room with me a few nights, just cause.  It was special to me.

2016 Headshot Project: November

A headshot and update of each of our babies every month of the year 2016.

This may or may not be the best time to write up this summary because my kids are literally driving me crazy right now so this post might not have the most endearing voice.  But that’s life, so here it is!

Auggie has discovered a new talent for screeching at the top of his lungs to communicate!  As in, ANY time he wants to communicate!  Particularly when he wants a bottle in his car seat or when either of his brothers looks at him sideways.  It goes without saying, then, that if either of his brothers tries to show him any kind of physical affection (it’s not like boys are physical, though), he screams AT THE TOP OF HIS TINY BUT MIGHTY lungs to communicate that they are not Mom, ergo they are not allowed to touch him.  I admit that I go to his rescue too much so I basically taught him to do this for my attention but it’s just not wonderful.  He is going on 17 months and refuses to even stand up, let alone walk.  Both my other boys walked at 16 months, which I thought was late.  Auggie will probably be crawling his way right into nursery.  I have also taught him this because I cannot help but hold him all the time.  So he has no motivation.  The kids loves to snuggle me, so he figures why mess with a good thing.  I will say, though, it’s fun to have at least one of my babies obsessed with me.  Not that my other babies don’t adore me, they are just at stages of toddlerhood where they wrestle each other and cause trouble together more than team up to mind their mommy together.

Charlie John, the cute little stink!  He may be driving me insane right in this moment but he’s actually had a pretty great month.  He up and decided one morning that he was done with diapers and just potty trained himself!  That is the best gift any of my children could ever give me and so far I’m two for two!  James potty trained himself, too, back in the day.  Guess if you wait long enough peer pressure starts to parent your children.  My very favorite Charlie story ever took place this month and regards Charlie’s potty trainingness.  I have to preface the story by explaining Charlie’s vocabulary these days.  He has started to add “ness” on the end of words for whatever reason.  For example, instead of saying something like, “Mom, it’s wet.” he will say, “Mom, it has wetness!”  So instead of saying “there is pee in my undies” he says, “My undies have peeness (say it fast, you’ll get it).”  Now for the story:  We were driving home from the store and all the sudden, Charlie’s nature called and he was starting to panic.  I told him, “Charlie, keep it in your tummy!  Squeeze your tummy really tight and it’ll keep the peepins in your tumtum!”  I saw his little face tense up with concentration and he paused for a moment before he exclaimed in the highest little voice, “MOM! I THINK THE PEENESS IS SNEAKING THROUGH MY SQUEEZENESS!!”  Mic drop.  Another favorite Charlie story:  James got a tummy bug and was puking all day.  Every time he was heaving over a garbage can, Charlie would gently remind him, “You got it buddy.” 

James has been extra rambunctious lately (hello October through December…) but is just such a great kid.  He got sick a few weeks ago, as previously mentioned, and OH THE DRAMA WHEN HE IS SICK.  It’s actually kind of entertaining.  The moans, the groans, the “I am the sickest boy in the whole wide world”s.  Have you seen the man cold commercial?  That.  In all honesty, though, he actually gets it from me.  I’m not a very good sick person.  But all the drama that is James Henrie he inherited from his mama, I admit.  I have been in denial my whole life about the degree of drama in my personality and raising James has really opened my eyes.  He’s also just the most loving and understanding boy, though.  He basically just feels very deeply, every emotion, and wears his heart on his sleeve. I admire his compassion.  That he inherited from his dad.  Also a noteworthy story: He rarely eats what I make for dinner but one night he took a bite and exclaimed, “WE HAVE A WINNER!”  Too bad I don’t remember what I made that night!

2016 Headshot Project: October

Auggie is at the best stage!  Mainly because he’s finally sleeping through the night, but for lots of other reasons, too.  He copies words, sais, “Hi, Dad” when JW walks in the door from work, climbs like a mountain goat and knows how to safely dismount the couch, has the most wonderous little bucky teethies and is getting more.  He still shows no interest in walking, let alone standing, and we don’t care one little bit.  He’s our little forever babe and we just love The Gugs more than liiiiiiiife.

Charlie is just precious when he is precious.  His threenager-ness isn’t horrible and he will melt you with his juicy kisses.  He fell off the couch during an epic bouncing sesh and his head landed on the metal track of the sliding door and had to get a staple in his head.  He was pretty proud of that staple and the idea of having a Frankenstein head just in time for Halloween.  The ER doc mentioned how he’d never met a kid Charlie’s age who was so brave and composed when getting staples in their head.  I told him, “He’s brave, alright.  That’s why we are here right now!”  He’s quite the curious little monkey these days and ponders upon the deep questions of existence, like “Why does eating a lot of cookies make you sick” and “Do spiders poop?”

James is a sweet talker if ever there was one.  One night he really liked the dinner I made and exclaimed, “Mom!  You are like an angel who has fallen from heaven!”  He has quite the obsessive personality and goes through phases of things he’s fixated on.  This month’s flavor: werewolves.  And I will be happy if I never heard the phrase,  “I actually can’t because I’m a real werewolf” again.  He’s also been obsessed with drawing and has created some real masterpieces.  This is special to me because art was my best subject in preschool, too (as opposed to recess, which was the only other subject).  And there was a short-lived phase of being obsessed with General Conference and having what he called “General Conference Parties” every night.  I’m pretty sure they were just a way he could manipulate us into staying up later.  If we resisted them at all he would look at us with welled-up eyes and a quivery lip and quietly ask, “but if we don’t have a general conference party tonight, how will I learn about Jesus?”  A few Jamesisms that are worth recording from October: 1) John had been gone on a week-long biz trip and had promised to bring the boys a souvenir when he got back.  The night before he got home James said to me, “Mom, I know what my souvenir will be!”  I replied, “Honey, we don’t get to pick our souvenirs, Dad just brings us a surprise.”  Then he clarified, “No, Mom, DAD will be my souvenir!” 2) We were meeting with the Bishop of our new ward as a family in a sort of get-to-know-us-in-15-min type meeting.  Each member of the fam intorduced themselves and said something they’d want the Bishop to know about them.  When it was James’ turn he talked about how much he loved werewolves, legos and drawing.  Then the Bishop asked, “Is there anything else you’d like me to know about you?”  James thought for a moment and then responded, “Well, I really like Jesus.”

Halloweening at it’s best, 2016

To say the boyz love Halloween just doesn’t do enough describing.  I think part of the obsession stems from being scared of everything so trying to own Halloween by embodying every scary creature you’ve ever thought of so that you are above the fear.  Or so that scary things will then be scared of you.  Not sure what the child psychology is but my babes are obsessed with Halloween.  I love it and all but I’m not a fan of the decor.  But it is full of family fun, so I really do love it.  Above is a picture of the babies trick or treating in Downtown Los Altos earlier in the day.  They got a ton of candy and it took a lot of pressure off that evening since they already had a huge stash.  Not that it matters because the Switch Witch comes on Halloween night anyway and switches out their candy for a new toy.  But still, the thrill of it all is quintessential little boy.

This costume has gotten a lot of mileage.  We wore it when James was a tiny, too!  You can see Auggie loved it.

It’s like he’s touching me to see if I’m real ^.

And, of course, we went a little deeper with the face paint for the actual Halloween Night festivities.  James has had an obsession with werewolves ever since he met his new buddy at school named Wolfie.  We were trying to save money this year and go with costumes in our stash instead of buying new ones, but  knew James would be over the full moon if we figured out a way to get him a werewolf costume.  I ended up finding some fur fabric on major sale and made his costume out of a Batman pattern and adding a few extra things and James’ gratitude put me over the full moon too.  He was so proud to be dressed up as a real werewolf.

It’s not Halloween in our house unless Batman makes some sort of cameo.  But Charlie has been obsessed with cheetahs lately, so he was so excited to get a genuine cheetah costume for his birthday from Grammy and Gramps!  He also felt like putting on the costume turned him into the real thing, which makes it a good thing that the costume came with little paw gloves to cover up his scratching fingernails.  Charlie had a great time with James.  He kept calling trick or treating “Halloweening,” as in “Mom, let’s go out Halloweening now!” So of course that’s our favorite verb now.

And now for a lot of pictures that look completely the same to anyone other than a mother, but that, to me, show little glimpses of different layers of my babies’ personalities that I want to remember forever so I couldn’t pick just one.

This ^ was from that one time Auggie and I starred in that silent picture.

AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaand we may already be rocking out to Christmas music… #Thanksgivingwhat