Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Oscar's Bookshelf Project

I typically have good intentions when it comes to DIY projects. I'm a pretty handy girl. I can use a hammer and I'm definitely not afraid of a paint brush (or some spray paint).  But, my normal DIY project usually goes like this:
  1. Stumble on an adorable project on Pinterest
  2. Assess the amount of work required
  3. Pin.
  4. Look at said pin every day for 3-4...months
  5. Forget about pin
  6. Look back through Pinterest one day six months later and remember what a good idea that project was.
  7. Get supplies
  8. Wait 2-3 weeks for no reason
  9. Begin project
  10. Get 75% through project and decide you just want to be done
  11. Assign the final tasks to husband
  12. Admire handywork
My last major DIY project was Walt's giant bookshelf/loveseat in his room. That's exactly how that project went down. The cycle repeated on this project.

At $5 each, this was a super cheap project.
I bought the spice racks from IKEA. I already had the paint. So, I literally just mulled over the project for two weeks while having all the supplies.  All in all, it was truly easy. I painted all the pieces, assembled the racks, and left them on the kitchen table long enough so Chris would take it upon himself to hang them. I call it teamwork.

Painting! In hindsight, I could have spray painted them and that may have gone faster...
Hoping my next project can move a little faster, but we haven't lost any years on our marriage yet, so this current process seems to be working :)

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Oscar is 10 Mos

Oh boy. We are now in double-digit months. Two months away from a whole year old. It's really unbelievable how quickly the first year goes and how much they change. Just 10 short months ago, we had a teeny tiny (ok, fine. He was never teeny tiny) infant who just ate and slept.
hey everyone!
  Oscar is far from sedentary now! As with most kiddos this age, he is super active, very curious, and a touch (a lot?) mischievous. Oscar loves to try something, look at you, and flash a super charming grin. What a stinker!

Mischievous indeed.
Eating: The chunky monkey is continuing to decrease his milk intake. We recently lowered all his bottles (four to be exact) to 6 oz each.  We were doing 6 oz during the day and 8 oz in a.m. and p.m. before bed.  He is doing really awesome with table food. He happily tries anything.  Our struggle is that Walt's menu is pretty narrow, and we don't prepare dinner until the kids go to bed, so trying to think up mini-meals is challenging.

Sleeping: Oscar wakes up anytime between 6:30-8:00 a.m. but is more than content to hang out in his crib.  During the week, if he's up before I'm ready for work, I can finish getting ready and he'll play and roll around in his crib for 30-40 minutes. Sometimes he falls back asleep.  Oscar still turns into a pumpkin around 6:30 p.m.  So, that's his bedtime. Napping twice around 9:30a and 1:30 p.m. (the 1:30 p.m. often correlates with Walt's, as we've been putting Walt down closer to 1:00 p.m. (rather than 12:00 p.m.)

anyone wanna play catch??
Speaking: Oscar most definitely does not say any words, but he has a LOT to say. He babbles "da da da" at most things and points at everything. His favorite things to point at are pictures and photos.

Playing: What does Oscar NOT like to play with. I'm starting to notice things he truly enjoys.  He likes trying to stack things. He is obsessed with balls. Big, small, or anything circular whether it's an actual ball or not.  He also loves rolling around on our bed, and especially if Walt is up there. A close second to the playing on the bed is cruising on the couch. Both the bed and couch activity require close adult supervision :)

Oscar isn't walking (nor is he truly trying), but he sure looks like he could. He cruises on everything, stands on his own, and is all-around more brave than Walt was.  He's not afraid to fall or fail and he rarely cries.
I mean, if you're gonna help me walk, then ok!
Our hearts continue to grow and grow for this little man!


Sweet outdoor baby
Gimme that!

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Bruns Brothers

I felt it time to dedicate a post to the two Bruns Brothers. I don't know what their relationship will be like when they are older (hell, I don't know what it'll be like tomorrow), but since Oscar was born, these two have been best buddies.
These sweet boys of mine

Walt wears the big brother hat like a boss. He is super loving with Oscar. He far exceeded my expectations. Walt is very good about caring for Oscar and making sure he's happy. In fact, his favorite thing is to entertain Oscar.

School pic. I mean, Oscar's hand says it all!

True bros go shirtless together...

Oscar is an easy audience. If Walt is anywhere nearby, Oscar has his full attention. His most happy giggles come when Walt is doing something silly, or rolling on the bed with him.

Neither Chris nor I have a brother. So, this brother dynamic is a new one to both of us, but we sure like what we see. I know these two will always have a special place in each others hearts for each other.

I'm writing this blog to refer back to when they are wrastling in the backyard and someone ends up with a black eye...

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Oscar Gets a Haircut

From the moment we first saw Oscar, he had a full head of hair. In fact, I remember one of my ultrasounds and the tech noted she could see hair on his head. Not surprising given Chris has a full head of dark black hair and I have typical Italian thick hair.  You can imagine our surprise when we saw Walt for the first time and he was blonde (nearly strawberry blonde) with not much hair.

Oscar was not as such. His hair was dark brown and covered his head. Of course it fell out like most baby's hair does and it came back a lighter version, but not the bleach blonde that was Walt.

I continue to watch his hair grow really resisted getting a haircut as long as I could. But, I could no longer handle the 1970s shag look (and feared people would start to think he was a girl).

Hi, ladies. I'm a hot mess. 
Walt has always been a champ haircut-getter, but I didn't get his first haircut until 16 mos. The idea of a 9-month old sitting still and not panicking during this procedure had my jaw clenched.  But, I'm proud to say that Oscar completely exceeded my expectations. Not a one tear and the worst thing he did was be Mr. Curious (what else is new) and turned his head to watch the hairdresser.

Waiting our turn and super excited about it.

In case Oscar ever wants to run for office, he can always find some gel and a comb...

Actually letting the sweet hairdresser get the back of his head without jerking around trying to watch her.

Looking a bit like a lil' rascal, but at least I can see his ears!

Mr. Stinks proud of his new do!
 I typically cut Walt's hair pretty short (short enough to spike up), but I didn't have the guts to do that to Oscar. Haircuts make boys look older, and I this was old enough for me.  So, we'll see what happens with haircut #2, but for now, he's got a slick style going on :)


Saturday, April 5, 2014

Sticking to your Guns

I admit. I'm a pushover. I try and try and try to instill boundaries, but sometimes the battle is harder than what's being asked. Luckily, Chris and I have a great partnership where we encourage each other to teach our boys good behavior and still promote strong, independent personalities.

Have you read the blog about putting your toddler to bed in 100 easy steps? Yup, it's true. We definitely draw our line in the sand and stick to it... mostly. But when Walt asks for one more book or one more kiss, is that so hard? This whole parenting thing is one big test. Little things add up to big things. The last thing I want is for my kids to know how to walk all over me (realization: they know exactly which strings to push with which parent).

Last nigh, we hit one of the bigger challenges. We were flowing quite nicely through the bedtime routine. Walt took a bath without much fuss, got out without having to be promised a pony, and happily watched Super Friends before it was time to go to bed.  As a matter of fact, he asked to watch an extra episode, and I thought, what the hell? It's Friday night... 7:00 p.m.... party.

After the bonus episode, the entire universe fell apart. Walt pitched a wild fit when I turned off the TV, throwing the couch blankets on the floor. I calmly asked him to pick them up. After 742 chances, I said I was putting him in "Thinking Time".  After 3 minutes, we talked some more about picking up the blankets. After 742 more chances and as many refusals, I said, "If you don't pick up the blankets, you're going straight to bed with no books." 429 more refusals and then I pulled the trigger. I grabbed my 40 lb toddler and began to walk him upstairs. Through heart-wrenching sobs, Walt promised he would pick up the blankets. I looked straight at Chris looking for an answer. My instinct was to just let him pick up the blankets and we could finish the evening under normal circumstances. Chris's eyes said it all, "If you give in, you're teaching him he can get away with throwing a fit."

With a sad heart, I dragged (literally) Walt upstairs, dumped him in bed and ran out. Yes, I had to run because he was hot on my tail (not at all typical bedtime behavior)!  Walt sobbed at the door for less than 10 minutes then put himself in bed. He tossed and turned quietly for 20 some-odd minutes then very sweetly started calling for me. I went upstairs prepared to read him a book or deny an even bigger request.  He simply hugged me. It definitely wasn't a "thanks for punishing me and teaching me a lesson" hug, but it was a "we're ok. I love you" hug.  We both needed that.  10 minutes later he was asleep... no books.

This parenting thing is no joke. I couldn't have fulfilled that threat without Chris's support and I was so relieved when Walt hugged me. I kept questioning if I should have just given in. It seemed like a stupid thing for ME to be hanging on to. Did it matter that the blankets were on the floor. But it did. There was a bigger lesson.  Here's to more lessons :)