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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Happy Birthday Hayzey!

2 years ago, around this time, I had just been admitted into the maternity ward at Cedars Sinai hospital in Los Angeles and was preparing to welcome our little guy into the world. 

Armed with cards, DVDs and a book or two about parenting (who was I kidding?), I assumed I'd be waiting it out at the hospital for hours before it was go-time.

Little did I know, although he was two days late, when Hayes decided it was time to join the rest of us, he was in a serious rush - we think it was because he wanted to make sure he got here in time to make the final cut for Oscar list parties ;-)

Crazy to think that two short years ago, he was this tiny little guy...

...and now he's a hog riding bad ass.

Happy birthday Hayzey Badger - Mama sure loves you lots!

Monday, February 25, 2013

Birthday Party Success!

This little guy celebrated his 2nd birthday on Saturday with a ball-themed party at the house. 

We had about 35 friends and family stop on by to partake in the celebration and birthday boy had a blast with his friends - it was the cutest thing ever and I think the pictures and video speak for themselves!

Juggling with Pa...
GG and Pops drove all the way to LA for the night, just to celebrate with Rutherford B...
12 months of Hayes...
There were balls EVERYWHERE!
...including within the ice buckets in the form of frozen water balloons.
Hayes & Ollie...
Trix Krispies...

How the evening ended - 4 rambunctious lads in a pool full of balls...
Grant and I both had a 2 year old birthday hangover yesterday - not from indulging in some adult bevvies, but from the sheer exhaustion we felt after putting all of our energy into making Hayzey's party the best it could be. I have to say, I was very pleased with the way everything turned out and knowing that our little guy had such a good time makes it all worth it ;-)

Although we've been celebrating the big milestone for almost a week, tomorrow is the actual birthday and it'll be chock full of activities I think Hayes will love - music class in the morning with his friend, Gavin; lunch with Daddy; afternoon cake at his friend, Ollie's house (who shares the same birthday as Hayes) and an early dinner at Factors Deli, which has become a tradition of sorts since that's where we brunched when I was in labor! 

Happy birthday, boogie boy.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

This is Childhood: One

I came across a series of articles on Huff Post this past weekend that examined childhood at different stages. The article that focused on year one hit home for me, as we're just one short week away from the little man's second birthday. 

I've spent the past couple of months answering the "how old is he?" question with, "he'll be two in February." Seems as though once we passed the 18 month milestone, it was silly to continue counting in months - so somehow Hayes' age just got rounded up to the next whole number and we forgot about the second half of year one. Reading this article reminded me that my little guy is still just that: one. Such a tiny number for such a big age. And I'm happy that I read the article with a week left in his first year so I can really try and slow down and enjoy the last 7 days of him being that small, innocent number - a number that doesn't have an illiteration to go along with it, a number that carries little expectations.

After reading the article, I decided it would be nice to pen my own letter to Hayes, as I would tell it to him if we were sitting at the kitchen table 16 years and 1 week from now... So here goes:

You seemed to go from being an infant to being a big boy almost overnight. One day, you were completely immobile, exciting us when you rocked on your hands and knees, ultimately falling over to the side with a smile on your face, unable to grasp the motor skills necessary to crawl but knowing you were on the brink of something huge. Crawling quickly turned to walking and you were off. Your curiosity was fascinating - the way you picked up EVERYTHING we did, without us even knowing. You amazed us everyday with your smarts - especially after we were forced to examine whether you were developmentally delayed compared to your peers, we would look at each other every day and say, "did you know he knew how to do that?" or "guess what he did today?!". You understood when things were silly - putting on goggles outside of a pool, tearing off down the hallway completely nude, wearing silly hats that were seemingly a necessary part of the outfit when the urge to twirl struck. And you understood when things were sad - when someone was hurt, you were the first to approach with open arms and a big wet kiss. You loved balls, cars, stickers and coloring. You loved to help me cook. You couldn't resist trying on your dad and my shoes, even if those shoes happened to be wedge heels. You loved watching sports with your dad and would scream at the television when Daddy was angry that his team missed a shot or clap with gusto when they got that last minute free throw. You were mellow and easy-going, but passionate and determined at the same time. I would look at you sometimes and think, how did we get so lucky? How is such a handsome, sweet boy all ours? And how can we bottle this moment up and hold onto it forever? When we started talking about having more kids and the reality of that struck in, I would literally lose sleep at night worrying that I might not be able to love the next one as much as I loved you...

Like the writer, Rowley, I could go on and on - and I probably will in the baby book that I keep for Hayes, full of a mother's sentimental blabber that in all honesty I write more for myself than I do him. 

We're celebrating Hayzey's birthday this weekend with a party at the house - the theme is "Come have a ball!" because, well at one year and 51 weeks old, Hayes loves balls ;-) So while I will most likely be crazed and distracted with getting ready for all of that hoopla this week, I will also enjoy the last few days of this age, trying to squeeze in as many snuggles and nonsensical conversations that I can before he becomes "terrible" or "trying" or whatever other t-word you want to slap in front of his next age!

I love you, Booginhead - my big one year old boy ;-)

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Pancake Tuesday: Then and Now...

As I've mentioned before, we're suckers for holidays around here. Seems we'll celebrate just about anything... Birthdays (obviously), major US observed holidays, National Margarita Day and of course, Pancake Tuesday!

There seems to be a little bit of a debate every year as to which Tuesday in February is, in fact, Pancake Tuesday. Most people think (and rightfully so!) that it falls on the day that IHOP celebrates it's National Pancake Day - which was last week... However, those people would be mistaken!

Pancake Tuesday, or Shrove Tuesday as it's called amongst religious circles, is the day preceding Ash Wednesday (yep - today's that strange day where people willingly put dirt on their forehead and walk around in public). From wikipedia:

The expression "Shrove Tuesday" comes from the word shrive, meaning "confess."[1] Related popular practices are associated with celebrations before the fasting and religious obligations associated with the penitential season of Lent. The term Mardi gras is French for Fat Tuesday, referring to the practice of the last night of eating richer, fatty foods before the ritual fasting of the Lenten season, which begins on Ash Wednesday.

Being the non-religious family that we are, we have no intentions of giving up anything for Lent, however who are we to turn down a delicious night of gluttony? Plus, I'll take any excuse I can to have breakfast for dinner!

Last year on Pancake Tuesday, Grant was traveling and I didn't feel like eating dinner at 5:30p, so I whipped up a batch of flapjacks especially for Hayes, then had my own plate of them after he went to sleep.
This year, we thought it would be a fun opportunity to have a rare family dinner (our Sunday tradition seems to have gone by the wayside when the weather turned cold - it's on my list of things we need to be better about!) and so we flip flopped the bedtime routine and all sat down for a yummy meal after Hayes had his bath.

Yep, still doing that strange pained smile...
A satisfied customer!
As you can see, he thoroughly enjoyed the meal and I enjoyed continuing a tradition I'm fully on board with ;-)

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Homemade French Onion Soup...

I made a delicious soup last night - we're talking restaurant quality here, folks! I wanted to share the recipe as it was just so darn easy. It also made our house smell heavenly.
This French Onion Soup is perfect meal for a cold winter night. Accompany with a light simple salad and a glass of vino and you're got it made ;-)

This one will definitely be added to Delish 2013!

Friday, February 1, 2013

Go Niners!

We don't have a whole lot on tap this weekend, besides getting ready for the Super Bro, which we're naturally hosting a partay at the Kibbutz for.


On the menu?

...bacon wrapped water chestnuts
...creamy crab and cheese dip
...tangy cole slaw
...make-your-own chili bar with all the fixins, served in miniature sour dough bread bowls
...hot dogs and sausages, with sauerkraut (of course)
...49ers themed confetti cookies (which Hayzey and I will bake tomorrow)
...an array of beverages, including SF's signature Bay Breeze

Being that the 49ers are our team, this Superbowl is a lot more exciting than year's past, where the only thing I ever cared about was the ads. 

Hopefully the game ends with some similar smiles to this pic, taken last year as the Niners made it one step closer to the big game (but alas, weren't able to pull it off).

Go Niners!