Pumpkin Fun

This year we decided to continue our tradition of going to the pumpkin patch to get a pumpkin. We headed towards the patch and ended up missing the exit and going twenty miles further than needed. We turned around and went back and the exit we needed was the first one after leaving the city. We spent an extra forty minutes in the car -- a little bonding time I guess. Once we made it to the patch, we found out that the pumpkin patches had been flooded in the huge flood, so there weren't any pumpkins to pick. They did have pumpkins there to buy -- I'm sure they were just shipped in like every where else, but it still was fun to buy them there. So, we got two pumpkins, one for each boy and headed home. It was an ironic pumpkin picking (or not picking) experience.

Grandma Guymon sent the boys a really fun Halloween package and included was some money for pumpkins and some decorations for the pumpkins that reminded me of the pieces of Mr. Potatoe Head. Cole and Garrett loved sticking them in the pumpkin. There were so many fun things to choose from that we couldn't just use one of them -- we put all of them in the pumpkin. It was so much fun! Thanks, Grandma for the fun!

My pumpkins with their pumpkins at the "patch"


Russ and Garrett -- can you see his red nose? The wind was blowing like crazy!


Sitting in the tractor for a hayride that we never actually took (lunch and naps were too much of a priority...)


The boys decorating their pumpkins

TWO OF A KIND -- or not so much!

I am constantly amazed at how different Cole and Garrett are. When I was pregnant with Garrett my mom warned me that each baby is so different and I didn't believe her (sorry Mom!). I was sure that I had it all figured out from going through it with Cole. Was I ever wrong!! Even though my labor was the same, they broke my water at the same time, I started pushing at the same time, and they were born only a minute apart, that was about all that was the same!! For starters, they look nothing alike - Cole is a mini-Russ and we aren't quite sure who Garrett looks like (but he can't look that much like Russ because he looks nothing like Cole). Both are darling, just different. Cole loved to be held all the time and Garrett is content to play by himself. Cole wanted to be cuddled while he wound down for naps and bed time, while Garrett wants to be put in his bed (he arches his back and fusses until he is put down).

And then there is the size difference... just take a look at the pictures and it will say it all. Even though they were born in the same season (only two weeks difference), I have had to buy Garrett new 6-9 month clothes because Cole seemed to skip that size and move right into 12 month stuff. Cole took forever to roll because he couldn't get his chub to roll over, while Garrett rolls like crazy. Cole outgrew his infant carrier at five months because of his weight. Garrett is eight months old and is still in it. Cole was off the charts for both height and weight and Garrett is in the 60th percentile for height and only the 39th percentile for weight. I took Gar to the doctor this week and I am having to add rice cereal to all of his baby food just to add a few extra calories and I am to feed him until he doesn't want anymore. He isn't really interested in nursing and if I can get him to eat, he is only eating about 3 ounces at each feed (and he won't take a bottle - I've even tried sippy cups without success - and he hates formula and throws it up). Cole on the other hand was a hoover and would eat anything that was put in his path. He used to be so loud when he ate that I wouldn't nurse in public because I was so embarassed. He would take a bottle from anyone, as long as it had milk in it. I looked through Cole's medical records when we moved and the doctor's comments were, "huge, cheerful" (4 months), "enormous, happy" (6 months), and "chunky" (9 months). Garrett on the other hand is a peanut. Even though he is "normal", he seems so small to me. And the fact that he isn't eating stresses me out. I never worried if Cole missed a meal because he had plenty to spare, but I feel like Garrett is going to starve if he misses a meal.

I'm sure that as they both continue to grow I will notice even more differences between the two of them. I think it is part of what makes each stage so much fun. I love their differences and the unique things about each of them. How did I get so lucky?!

Garrett - September 2008 - 8 months


Cole - September 2006 - 8 months

Survival Tips...

How does any one survive having a two-year-old? I need some survival tips - or really Cole needs some survival tips so he will see his third birthday. Cole is either the most darling, sweet little guy or an absolute terror. He has started saying to me, "You knock it off", which I know he has heard me saw more than once, but it sounds three times more obnoxious coming out of his mouth. He already has developed selective listening - something I thought males didn't get until after they were married (or get as teenagers according to my mom). There are days that I am certain that there will be no more children born into this family because I don't know how many two-year-olds I can handle. When you keep having kids it assures you that there will always be a two-year-old in the house. I don't think my sanity (or insanity) can handle it!!

Now, I am not saying that I don't adore Cole and love him more than I can express, but I just need advice on how to turn his tantrums, attitude and naughtiness into the darling Cole that I know is in there somewhere. Timeout, spankings (yes, I admit I do it sometimes) and explanations don't seem to be working. I give choices (Love & Logic) and that seems to help at times, but not always. I keep hearing that it is all part of being two, but I've never had a two-year-old before, so I don't know if his behavior of normal or not. I also think part of the problem is that he is so smart (he started sounding out words and can read simple words) - I think he outsmarts me most of the time.

I think the most frustrating thing is that I feel like I am a horrible mom on days when Cole is so difficult. I feel like I have ruined him and wonder if he will turn out in spite of my weaknesses. When I do spank him I feel like a horrible, out of control mother and want to just lock myself in my room. I get flustered so quickly, especially when it is one thing after another and then I am short with him, which only compounds the problem. Why can't I be a calm, collected mom that never seems to have her feathers ruffled?

So, I would welcome any survival tips that you have and any words of encouragement so I know that it will get better (please, tell me it will get better!). Cole will thank you!!

First Haircut

Garrett got his first haircut yesterday. He looks so big now -- it's amazing how a haircut can make a baby look so grown up. He was a champ while we cut it. He sat in his Bumbo, played with a little brush, and didn't make a peep.

We also cut Cole's hair and that was a completely different story. He cried, screamed, refused to sit still -- it was like cutting a snake's hair. We stuck Garrett in the tub to play while we started Cole's hair (we were right next to the tub and watching him) because I knew I would need reinforcement (a.k.a. Russ). Cole is usually so good at haircuts, so I was a little surprised at his protest. Anyway, we looked over at Garrett and saw that he had pooped in the tub. So, Russ did damage control with Garrett and the tub while I tried to wrestle with Cole and cut his hair at the same time.

With poop and hair everywhere, it wasn't how I pictured Garrett's first hair cut in my head! But, both of the boys had hair cuts, so I think it was a success. Just don't look too closely or you will see all of the nicks and mistakes I made (Garret's neck line is way too short -- good thing hair grows!). My brain is very right sided, so to venture to the left side is always challenging...I'm an accountant, not a beautician. I can't wait for the day when I can pay someone to cut their hair!!

Before -- all that darling, soft baby hair


During -- he was content and happy as could be!



After -- my handsome, "grown up" little man!

Wilson Apple Orchard

We went to the Wilson Apple Orchard to pick a few apples. The weather was just perfect - not to hot, but warm. Russ carried Garett in the front pack and he loved it. He was kicking his legs and waving his arms the whole time. Cole liked picking apples, but the tricky part was keeping his feet out of the rotten apples. We picked a few varieties of apples to eat and one variety to make an apple pie -- yes, I made a pie all by myself! I felt really domestic, even thought it wasn't the prettiest pie I've ever seen. Cole and Russ enjoyed it (I didn't have any because I'm not a big fan of cooked fruit), so it was a success! We also bought a half gallon of apple cider as a treat. Cider always reminds me of fall, so it was a great way to welcome the fall season!

Russ hoisted Cole up to get an apple while carrying Garrett - now that it talent!


Can you reach it? S..t..r..e..t..c..h..


Russ enjoying a crisp apple - you were welcome eat an apple as you picked