It took us forever to figure out what Vincent would be for Halloween. Unfortunately, that meant I was up till 2am making his costume so he could wear it to daycare on Friday… it’s still pretty freaking cute even if it was a late night creation. 
Friday morning:
Daddy teaching Vincent about tigers.
Saturday afternoon:
After fixing the collar. Much better!
Richard, William, and I took Vincent to the pumpkin patch a few weeks ago… here are the pictures.
(He was actually awake this year!!)
The Phillips boys…
The Petting Zoo…
Climbing…
Picking pumpkins…
Next post… Vincent as a tiger for Halloween!
We took Vincent today to get a “little boy cut” and a salon down the street from us. His hair looks super cute, and he did really well. Here is a picture during the haircut, and two more pictures from later today so you can see it finished.
Vincent loved the little car chair.
Our latest Megabloks creation… (is this what is meant by ‘framing the picture,’ Jon? )
Climbing the stairs to the slide at the park…
Vincent loves the park.
He loves swinging, running in the grass, picking grass, throwing sticks (we are trying to discourage that one), and just being outside.
Here are some pictures from this morning…
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen my son look quite this silly… (do you think he needs a haircut???)
Silly, part 2…
Running through the grass…
Learning about dandelions…
Exhausted.
A few pics from the last month that I really like…
At a friend’s house a few weeks ago…
Doing what he loves best…
Swinging at the park about a month ago…
Vincent is learning more and more words, but hasn’t been putting words together much yet…
He does seem to pick up some phrases though, and repeats them in his own Vincent-way:
He did, now that I think about it, put together two words on his own two days ago (so that would be 10/5). For the first time unprompted he added a “pease” to his request for more food.
He’s pretty cute. This evening he grabbed his nose and said a pretty clear Vincent-version of “P-U!” — he must have picked that up at daycare; it’s the first time I’ve seen clear evidence that he’s learning new things there. (Other than the fact that he’s much more… assertive… with other toddlers now).
He had his second dentist appointment yesterday (his first was a month ago after a fall that resulted in a tooth pushed out of place). He even had a cleaning! He reportedly didn’t scream, and is cavity free. The tooth from last time seems fine, and has even migrated back toward its normal spot. Weird (but good). We are still waiting for his lower right canine/cuspid to erupt. It seems as though he’ll just get that finally done, and then it’ll almost be time for his two year molars. <sigh> Soon the teething will be done, right?
Some other things Vincent likes to do:
Speaking of Uncle William, he and Katie stole Vincent from us last Sunday and took him to a pumpkin patch. They wore him out!! We are hoping to take the whole family to another pumpkin patch sometime ths month…
Still haven’t decided what Vincent should be for Halloween this year.
Suggestions?
Lots and lots of books.
As evidenced by the stack of books he brought to me, right before he insisted that I read them to him. All of them.
(Okay, he actually got bored after 6-7, but still.)
I pulled another few pictures off of the camera from this last week.
Vincent is adorable, have I mentioned that?
Vincent playing with his mega-blocks train, on his day home sick last week. Can you tell he was getting close to nap-time?
We’ve been getting creative with our mega-blocks creations – this is Vincent on his throne (the decorative towers on the back of the throne were Vincent’s addition…).
Finally, playing on his fire truck at his Grandma’s house. He wouldn’t keep the hat on…
Vincent talks in his sleep.
He doesn’t really even talk all that much yet, but what he can say, he says in his sleep, too.
The first time it happened was a couple of months ago.
I’m not even sure where we were driving, but Richard and I were in the front talking quietly, and Vincent was asleep in his car seat in the back. Unmistakable stretching prompted a quick glance; one small fist flexed up by his head and another reached out to the side. As his muscles began to relax, a very dreamy, yet distinct, “Bye bye…” sneaked out of his mouth.
Ever since then, his sleep talking and/or noise making has gotten more and more frequent.
I’ve also discovered what it feels like to have a barnacle attached to you at night (Richard accuses me of being such a creature, but I’m sure he must be exaggerating!).
Vincent currently sleeps in his crib, which is side-carred to our bed. This arrangement may very well be the best decision we’ve made in regards to sleep. With the front of the crib removed, it fits snugly up against the side of our bed (the back of the crib is against the wall, so it’s a very tight fit – ie, no cracks between his mattress and ours). This means that although Vincent sleeps in his crib, he can crawl up into our bed if he chooses.
Depending on if he’s sick, or teething, etc., he may crawl up into bed anywhere between 1-5,000,000 times a night (okay, usually it’s more like 2-3 times a night). I love it. Often, he doesn’t even make a noise – just lumbers up, and snuggles up in my arms. One little arm will tuck up underneath him, and the other will drape (rather octopus like, actually) around my neck. Babies are pretty flexible, which explains how it’s comfortable for him to then throw a leg (or sometimes two) up over my belly.
I’m a snuggle-fiend, and so most of the time I couldn’t ask for a better arrangement. When I’m trying to ease him back to sleep in the evening so I can get up to clean/watch tv/write/take a bath/have non-baby time… well, then it gets a little ridiculous. Because Vincent scootches with me when I try to scootch out of the bed. Generally, i have to peel him off gently, one appendage at a time.
Interestingly, the last few weeks he seems to crawl into bed for a quick cuddle, and then roll back into his crib. (Yes, he literally rolls). In fact, last night he crawled into my arms for about 5 seconds, rolled into his crib. Back for five more seconds with me, then another roll. He repeated this four times in a row, asleep the entire time.
Even if I hadn’t seen this child physically emerge from my body, there is no doubt that this sleep-talking, sleep-cuddling, sleep-rolling baby belongs to me.
(Since Richard falls asleep ramrod straight and then doesn’t budge the entire night… Vincent clearly gets his sleep from his momma.)
You’d never know Vincent stayed home because he was sick by looking at our living room…
He has been BUSY this morning!
Right after dumping his blocks on the floor…
Standing on momma’s knees.
Looking for the puzzle piece momma stuffed in his pocket.
Wrapping himself in cardboard…
Playing with his new puzzle (thanks Aunty Bek)
Vincent’s “Oh No!”* face (as he purposefully dumps out his fruit basket)
*Vincent does actually say “oh no!” now, except he says “no no!” with the same inflection one uses for the traditional version.
Vincent has managed to empty the bookcase in his bedroom (into the livingroom), his wagon full of blocks, his fruit basket, his puzzle, and various other containers… all this morning while home ’sick.’
I love my active baby!
