I tried to explain that if he would stop burning through clean jammies, I wouldn’t have to resort to putting him in his sister’s. His response was “I’M SORRY. I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THESE LOUD, STRIPPED, GIRL JAMMIES!”. There was an incident later in the morning that resulted in me falling into the door jam while trying to evade his leg grab…I don’t think it was unrelated.
I can’t believe the little man is 13 months old. It’s strange how fast and how slow the last year seems to have been. Our little man has gone from a tiny little baby to a size 2T ball of fun. He’s totally self entertained, accidentally funny (hello dropping a Goldfish into the offertory basket at church) and just down right gorgeous.
At one year he:
Clocked in at 32 inches and 28 pounds meaning he’s grown 11 inches and gained 21 pounds in a year
Eight sharp little teeth have popped through
Says mama, dada, Mac (“ack!”), yes (“aaa yeah!”), bottle, up (“uppa!) and water
He loves to fish things out of the garbage can and is getting better about putting things in it
He can climb the jungle gym and go down the slide on his belly all by himself AND give his mother a heart attack all at the same time
He puts his blanket over his head and stumbles around to make his sister giggle
His favorite sippy cup is the pink one because it’s Baylor’s
I have yet to witness a baby who never, ever cries in the pool – until this guy
Those eyes are going to get him into and out of so much trouble
From this guy:
To this tank in just 12 months:
It is once again birthday week in the Wand house! Peter has climbed another year into his thirties (we won’t say which year, he’s getting sensitive as the number gets higher) and the Auggie boy is one!
Last year, Peter’s birthday looked like this:
Just a big wife and a very cute birthday present on the way!
This year, it was much more festive with a homemade Fun Fetti cake that Baylor decided should be purple with blue icing. And so it was.
“Daddy’s going to need A LOT of candles!”
And this morning, the big guy woke up to singing, new trains and lots of birthday love. It’s hard to believe how fast a year has gone by and how quickly this guy:
Turned into this guy
We are so blessed to have each other, our health, our families, our friends and another year of life filled with happiness. Happy birthday PW – I couldn’t have asked for a better husband, friend and father to our kiddos. And to my squishy, sweet, funny little Auggie – who knew being a mom to a little boy could be so much fun. I love you more every day which always surprises me since I didn’t think I could love you more! So here’s to 100 more birthdays all around!
This past weekend marked our 30th something pilgrimage to Coronado, CA. It was as lovely as ever, always a family affair and always so much fun.
This guy capital L LOVED the ocean. We could not keep him out of it. Wave to the face? No biggie. Freezing cold? Not a problem.
Our view from the beach
The only place this guy looks small
Baylor is equally crazy for the ocean and sand castles. I love the urgency on her face to get the water to her sand castle.
Mason looking a little afraid. Rightly so.
We ran into her buddy Tessa – you would have thought they hadn’t seen each other in years…
If this isn’t the perfect “big sister little brother” picture
Auntie Ali, Uncle Gary and Mason looking crabby
The Noni
PW took nap shift one afternoon which left me alone. On the beach. With trashy magazines. And boat drinks. HEAVEN.
The view from our room. Noni goes to great lengths to get joined rooms, beach side, with patios. It is worth every ounce of effort!
The Del at night
Spying on the spectacular beach wedding
This wedding was spectacular. They had chandeliers hanging from the structure and table skirts that looked like beautiful seaweed. It was stunning.
Amazing sunset
After a full day running on the beach, playing in the waves THEN hitting the pool, Baylor rolled over and asked what I was looking at on my phone. I turned to answer her and found this:
So here’s to the end of summer, another great vacation and many many more!
Just try and not smile while watching this
Ok, ok, okay. I’m sure you’re tired of seeing pictures of Montana. But I’m not so here are a few more 🙂
One of the prettiest hikes at the ranch, in my humble opinion, is the trail around the lake. It’s about a mile and a half and there is little elevation change so it’s pretty easy for Baylor to do and I can carry Auggie in the backpack AND walk. The scenery is spectacular – you walk through fields of wild flowers, duck under dense, dark forest and hop over small streams. It’s really amazing. 
The Quaking Aspen trees shimmer and shake as the breeze blows
The wildflowers are amazing
The view of the lodge from behind the lake
So the theory goes that Baylor will hike the lake. The reality is that she spends most of the hike on Peter’s shoulders. Translation? Mom and Dad are wiped out from hiking with an additional 40lbs and 30lbs (Augg plus pack) and the kids are well rested.
Nothing puts that kid to sleep like a hike in the backpack
Taking in the view
This is the face of a kid that is only satisfied eating his dinner if his mother is making a fool of herself by singing to him while he eats. His favorites are The Wheels on the Bus, Old MacDonald had a Farm and Holla Back Girl (for when he’s eating bananas). He also enjoys when his mother is getting really frustrated but trying to stay calm by singing a new verse of The Wheels on the Bus about how the mommies are getting off the bus to go have margaritas.
The problem with sisters is that they tend to express their love in sticker form. And when you’re a boy, this may not be desirable…
We are so lucky that a week of “cry it out” went really well and the little guy was actually able to move into his crib in Baylor’s room. It went great! Like too good to be true….which means it wasn’t surprising when he started waking up every morning around 4am and waking Bay up too. We spent two weeks pulling him out every morning around 4am and putting him back in his pack n play in our room so he could fuss himself back to sleep without waking up B. I’m hoping another week or two of cry it out in our room will get him over this 4am wake up and back into his crib!
Until then, it’s hard to resist this view:
He’s trying hard to crawl – he gets on his hands and knees and rocks so hard that it scoots the PnP across the floor…
If you guessed that this poor baby’s mother didn’t check to make sure BOTH feet were out of his bouncer, you’re correct!
The Goon Room 