My mom is here for a visit, and it is her birthday! Although Sawyer is on a bit of a nap strike, because of all of the excitement, it has not slowed him down in the slightest. Happy Birthday Mom/Grandma/Mom-in-law. We love you!!!
Hi.
Bye.
Yawn.
I love this book, YUM!
Happy baby.
Two Toofers.
With the move, we were not able to properly celebrate Sawyer’s eight month birthday on the blog. He has achieved so much in the past month in the mobility category — going from his soldier crawl, to sitting up, to pulling himself up on the furniture, to crawling on all fours. It all happened within days.
He also says “Ma, Ma, Mom, Mama-Ma” and “Da, Da, Daaaaah”. He woke us up with “Mama n’ Dada” the other morning. Babycenter.com says they really don’t have a connection to what the words mean exactly, but Sawyer seems to be pretty emphatic when he uses them.
Seems like the perfect time to revisit our old friend, Woggy, which is what we called him before he was officially the Sawyer we all know and love. This ultrasound picture was from a year ago — 8.21.07:
And here he is now:
Sawyer had a corner in our old apartment that we affectionately called Sawyerland. He was never really able to explore it until right before moved, for one he wasn’t as mobile then and two it wasn’t as easily accessible. That all changed when we moved into our new apartment.
Abby is so unbelievably talented at arranging things to look right visually and work well functionally, and Sawyerland 2.0 has to be the happiest place I’ve ever seen:
Oh, and the Sawyer monsters (see parts one and two of that saga to refresh your memory) have finally arrived!
There are books and his favorite art cards in boxes on the ground (Sawyer pulls all of this stuff out first):
And more books on the bottom shelf:
And stuffed animals on the second shelf:
I think he likes it here:
He can sit and play for hours at a time:
Sawyer looks somewhat tame in these pictures, but that’s all a thing of the past. Every morning he goes in there and pulls almost everything off the shelves, spreads his art cards out, and drags out of the rest of toys too. And every night Abby and I put it all back together for him.
Thanks to Abby’s Uncle Mark and Aunt Kelly for Sawyer’s shirt, he looks so good in it. Very excited to have you out for a visit at the end of September!
Abby went to a baby shower for our former neighbor Christine today, so Sawyer and I spent the afternoon exploring our new neighborhood. After Sawyer’s delicious meal of Corn and Butternut squash, we set out to the Ferry Building to find something for me to eat. I lucked out with a panini made of tasty salted pig parts!
After that, Sawyer and I went down to sit in the shadow of Cupid’s Span, which is just a block away from our new apartment. Sawyer crawled all around the blanket and grass, and once he tired of that climbed all over me. He was very talkative too, alternating between saying “da-da-da” and his patented motorboat “br-br-brrrrrrrr,” which in the end had my shirt soaked from the non-stop slobbering.
Sawyer also made two friends while we were out, one was a pigeon and another was an almost two year old girl named Bella.
Here’s the pigeon taunting Sawyer:
I’m gonna git you, pigeon:
We laughed for almost an hour:
When he wasn’t distracted by something else:
He’s explaining something to me, only he knows what:
And then he went after the pigeon, not nearly quick enough, but he eventually made it to the end of the shady area before I tracked him down:
Here’s Bella and Sawyer. I wish I had taken a picture of their hug (she hugs everyone and everything her dad said) but all I have is one of Sawyer looking up at her father:
Br-br-brrrrrrrr:
Sawyer had a little trouble calming down after all the excitement at the park. He was exhausted and in need of a nap, but like always he wanted to eat first (apples and blueberries weren’t the answer). Abby was on her way home, so I had to improvise. My old trick was to put him in front of a mirror, which almost always takes his mind off of whatever is bothering him. Now I have a new trick, letting him stand in the window sill and watch the world go by beneath our window:
Even though it’s just a play room right now, but I think it’s safe to say that Sawyer feels right at home:
What a goof ball.
Sawyer makes friends with everyone he meets in our new building. He’s quite a charmer. One of the women who works in the offices here gave us her cell phone number in case we ever need a helping hand. She’s always in the building and always willing to hold a baby. Too funny.
The last week has been, well, challenging. Sawyer got sick. Then Scott got sick. As of yet I have managed to keep going without getting too rundown. It hasn’t been easy with the lack of sleep and the fact that we have been packing for the move to the new apartment.
We will have many new and exciting stories soon, but for now please enjoy pictures of Sawyer in the park from two weeks ago. There are a lot of pictures to enjoy below. Thanks to GG, Great Grandma Ernst, for the outfit! We love it! It matches The Beatles “Yellow Submarine” shirt that I got him. I have been waiting for it all to fit!
In the picture below, Sawyer is trying to take off his sock. He loves taking them off and chewing on them. Scott says Sawyer is a bit like Molly, Scott’s dog from when he was young. Molly loved socks, especially dirty ones!
As many of you know, I have allergies. Having a dog would be unfortunately make me pretty sick most of the time. So many years ago, Scott and I tried to have a dog, of sorts, perhaps you may remember our robotic Sony Aibo, named Bibo. He came down with DHS, Droopy Head Syndrome, and has been in need of repair for a long time. Sony discontinued making them a few years ago, so Bibo may never be complete again.
Anyway, during a play date with the baby group, Sawyer spotted a stuffed doggie from across the room. He immediately made his way to it. It was love at first sight. I knew that this would be a perfect new friend for him. His given name by Babystyle.com is Porter. Scott has always said that if we were to have a real dog, real = alive not robotic, he would like to call him Taddy Porter. That cemented it for me.
I think Sawyer was trying to feed Taddy a cookie.
Here is our version of “Baby on a bearskin rug”.
He’s pretty happy!
Yes, I took a lot of pictures the Ohio State day. He is getting so fancy with his mobility. Everyday he gets a little closer to crawling on all fours.
More pictures from our Ohio State day. Sawyer will wear a hat and not really realize it until I fool with it. Then he realizes that it would be more fun to eat it than wear it. Thanks again Grandpa D.
