8 am - wake up (in momma and daddy's bed because I woke up at 3 am and both momma and daddy were too tired to try to get me back to sleep in my own bed)
8:05 am - drink some milk
8:15 am - walk between momma & daddy with an open mouth to receive whatever breakfast food they're each willing to give me off their plates
8:30 am - have my own bowl of oatmeal
8:45 am - play with my toys
9 am - cry when daddy leaves for work
9:01 am - play with toys
9:05 am - follow momma into her room and pull videos off shelf
9:10 am - go to living room and empty basket of playing cards
9:11 am - scatter playing cards about after one plastic case opens in spite of rubber band holding it shut
9:12 am - start crumpling up playing cards
9:13 am - wonder why momma is cleaning up the fun playing cards
9:14 am - 10:30 am - play with toys while periodically walking over to momma to give hugs
10:30 am - get a snack, drink some water
10:35 am - sees that baby gate is open and makes a break for the kitchen
10:35:15 am - tries to help momma unload the dishwasher
10:35:30 am - back in living room and emptying playing cards out of basket
10:36 am - *refer to 9:11-9:13 am*
10:39 - 11:00 am - play with toys, walk around living waving arms with great things to say
11:00 - 11:30 am - "helps" momma fold laundry by throwing folded laundry on floor
11:30 am - crawls onto momma's lap, rubbing eyes and yawning
11:45 am - asleep in bed with puppy and blankie . . . .
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
A Day in the Life of a 1-year-old - morning edition
Monday, October 8, 2007
You only have a 1st birthday . .
Three times. Here are pictures from his Charleston party (which was also a party to watch the Vols stomp the Bulldogs). 
Touchdown!
I don't know where to go. . .
Our house now has 2 - yes 2 - working toilets. (and sinks and showers) . . . yay!!!!! We have a little painting to do yet so pictures will be coming after we're done!
Friday, October 5, 2007
It happened one Friday morning...
I was getting ready to leave for work in our bedroom, something that I do every Monday through Friday morning. As I approached the closed bedroom door, I heard Joseph playing in the foyer between the living room and our bedroom, jabbering something to his mother. I quietly turned the doorknob, slowly opening the door and began to peek out into the foyer. Joseph was sitting with his back to me playing with his favorite toy - my mobile phone. I opened the door a little wider, enough for Joseph to notice that the door had opened. He turned around and saw me, his eyes widening and his mouth beginning to form a smile.
And then it happened...
Joseph has been "talking" for a while, but this was the first time that he communicated appropriately, at least more than the sobs of "mamamama" when he gets hurt.
I don't know how I made it to work after this...
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Latest milestones
At 1 - Joseph is:
Walking - everywhere. He's been tottering around for a few weeks but seems to have really taken off in the last week or so and is going full-steam ahead.
Talking. He jabbers constantly and we've been able to interpret Momma, Daddy and night-night so far.
Signing. I haven't been as consistent with this as I should be. . . but he is able to sign "all done" and "milk."
Singing and dancing. Joseph loves to sing and be sung to. I usually get an applause from him after I sing him a song . . . . and there are times when he will sing with me. Maybe someday he'll be able to actually sing the words and be on tune. He also loves to dance when he hears a fun song.
Eating. Joseph loves, loves, loves food. And will eat pretty much anything. He loves Chick-Fil-A chicken nuggets and waffle fries. He loves pizza, chinese food, oatmeal, pasta, fruit . . . well, pretty much anything I put in front of him. He also loves, loves, loves ice cream. And when that last bite is gone, you would think that the world has ended and there will never be ice cream again . . . . huge tears and everything.
Cleaning and trashing. Apparently the coffee table is meant to be completely cleaned off - all the time. This is especially bad if we happen to have a drink or bowl of food on it. Also - baskets are supposed to be empty. As are shelves. In fact, pretty much a day doesn't go by without everything within Joseph's reach being dumped on the floor. He trashes. . . I pick up. It's a fun game.
And even more pictures
And I had to throw in a picture of Joseph's little girlfriend, Kennedy. She is 8 days older than Joseph.
