The Thatcher Life: Tiny but Mighty

Sawyer

Sawyer has entered the phase of taking his toy(s) of the day with him to bed. He'll take a collection and ask, "Bring wis us? Bed?" and then he'll stuff everything under his pillow before laying down to be tucked in. It's especially funny when he takes things like his football, 49ers helmet, pumpkin decoration from Grandma Paula, etc. that don't really fit under a pillow and create a weird lump for him to lay on.

When we went for Dawson's checkup I decided to just get all three of us flu shots while we were there. I had them do mine first so Sawyer could see and then they did his. He was mad about it for a second but got over it pretty fast and when he talks about that doctor visit, he doesn't seem to mind that he got a shot. "Medicine in leg" is usually followed by, "Dinosaur sticker! Money go way... toy. Fun!" which is his version of the pediatrician finding a dinosaur sticker and sucker for him after he looked Dawson over and how he got a token to put into the machine so he could get a toy.

He's really into hot pink lately. It almost makes me wonder if Dillon is right and maybe Sawyer IS color blind. The chances are super slim but since I COULD be a carrier, Sawyer COULD be color blind and Dillon always reminds me of that fact. Sawyer is all over the place with his colors, sometimes he gets them right, sometimes he's not even close, but he consistently identifies pink so I just think it would be crazy if it's because he can actually see that color better compared to the other colors. (But, then again, maybe he just likes pink which is fine too.)

Sawyer has a couple of key phrases he says now because I have said them so often. When it's bedtime he scrunches up his little nose and says, "Gotta stay bed, gotta get rest" and then grins at me. That's usually our conversation when he gets out of his bed one too many times. And now, when Dawson is in his high chair, Sawyer says, "Little stinker, not funny" because Dawson likes to yank off his bib and make a mess of his clothes in addition to everything else. Dawson grins and just waits for my reaction which has resulted in our "little stinker, not funny" line.

And the biggest thing for Sawyer is that we made it ALL the way through church without ANY vomit. He was still plenty nervous and there was a little hyperventilating but I'll take that any day over puke. We sat out on the couch in the foyer during sacrament and he handled it so much better than when we sit in the chapel. I don't know why it worked but I'm sure glad it did.

Dawson

At his twelve month checkup, Dawson came in at a whopping 16 lb 7 oz (which is less than the 1st percentile, 0.11 to be exact) and 27.5 in (which is the 2nd percentile). He's healthy and meeting developmental milestones, he's just teeny tiny. I think (and the pediatrician thinks so too) that he just has a crazy high metabolism (you can thank your dad for that lucky gene, Daws).

During a twelve month appointment they usually do a little finger poke to check the baby's iron levels (since they are usually getting weaned by then). Dawson didn't make a peep when they stabbed his finger. And then, when they milked it to get the big drops of blood to fill up a tiny tube, he just leaned over so he could see and watched with pure interest on his face. So weird and funny. The nurses and doctor were all, "Well, he handled that well".

He finished up the appointment by getting the rest of his twelve month shots and a flu shot. He ran a fever for a few hours after (so he got some Tylenol) but, other than that, was basically unaffected. Hallelujah for some things being easy.

Dawson has discovered how to open drawers and take out their contents. It sucks. Out of all the stages, that is one of my least favorite. It's literally a state of constant clutter. My house isn't put together on a consistent basis by any means, but I try. Emptied drawers just grate on my nerves.

Dawson has started to throw some doozy tantrums. Like, whoa. Lately if he gets upset about something, all hope is lost and he WILL scream about it for at least twenty-five minutes and refuse to be consoled. If he's offered a binky, toy, sippy...he slaps it away and screams. If you try to hold him, he wriggles, arches his back, throws back his head, and screams. If you put him down, he screams. So, to save us both, I usually end up putting him in his crib out of desperation and let him run out of steam in there. It's insane. When he's not doing that, he is so lovey and fun. His good times are just so, so sweet but his not good moments are so, so not.

Dillon

I hosted Bunco (bunko? I go back and forth guys, the internet is no help) this week. So Dillon had a whole evening with the boys by himself and I think it's safe to say they both loved alone time with Dad. He took them over to the playground by our house and then to Wal-mart for a good walk around (and a few necessities). Dillon brought them back home so they could do movie night in our room but before they headed back, Sawyer had to show me that Dillon had bought him some dinosaur eggs (basically Whoppers Robin's Eggs). He was delighted. They finished up the night watching Finding Nemo and eating treats in our bed. Sawyer hasn't stopped talking about it since.

DaNae

I had Bunco night at my house and, since it was in October, costumes it was. I always love seeing other peoples costumes but always feel stupid when I'm in costume. It makes no sense but that's how I feel every time. As always, it was a fun night with some of my favorite ladies and a nice battery recharge.

My Christmas shopping is about ninety-five percent done and I'm not even sad about it. I find it much less stressful to break up Christmas shopping rather than dropping a ton of money in one month. And it makes it so I can enjoy all the other parts of the holidays more.

I had the tiniest moment of being baby hungry after Dawson turned one (I don't know what that's about, the same thing happened with Sawyer ha) but then I reminded myself how nice it is to have my body be my own and how my poor body is just BARELY starting to feel normal. Plus, I went back and read my pregnancy and delivery posts for Dawson and I am very much so over that baby hunger. And Dawson is basically still the size of a six month baby anyway so, we're good.

I went to mark Dawson's one year height on our board and couldn't believe it when I discovered that Dawson is the same height now that Sawyer was at six months. Talk about two different ends of the spectrum.

Chose the pink and purple pumpkin water bottle for himself.

And the blue and green one for his brother.

Bunco girls. I'm the minion baha.

These two. They're starting to interact more and more. This particular morning Dawson was thrilled to walk around holding onto the back of Thomas while Sawyer sat and scooted around.

This lasted for a hot second. Sawyer insisted on being in the baby swing.

But quickly realized that sharing with his brother made him sit so that his toes basically touched the ground.

Aunt Kristin, Uncle Mike, and the kids stopped by on their way to St. George and brought presents for the boys from them and from Papa Steve. It's pretty good when your little brother has a birthday and you get presents too. Those little boys are well loved for sure.

Play-Doh from the Jeffery family. He has played with it every single day for a minimum of an hour. He loves it and I love that he has an activity that will keep him that occupied.

"I coooking." (which I have now learned means he's cutting with that little butter knife)

Dawson's own Papa Steve toy from the Jeffery's.

Cow shirt from Papa Steve (and Sawyer plugging his ears while he talks because he likes how it makes things sound different).

Rocking the Carhartt from Papa Steve.

Caught these two as we were going into Costco after family pictures (which were an adventure but Julie is basically a magician and I'm looking forward to seeing what she captured).