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Monthly Drum Photo - Twelve

My baby boo bear turned one on November 1. What a crazy year - it's a bit of a blur - but it was wonderful with this guy in it. 

12 months final


Drummy is still a big boy, several inches and pounds bigger than Mo was. At his one-year appointment, he was in the 95th percentile for height and 72nd for weight. And he was healthy as a lark, which is always a wonderful thing to hear at these appointments.

The big news is that he learned to walk recently. He took his first real steps on Halloween, the day before his birthday. He was a few feet away from me and wanted me so badly he just went for it! He did it again later that night. Over the next couple days he took more and more steps, and by the end of two weeks, he was walking more than crawling. For Mo, walking was a gradual thing. It took about a month to go from first tentative steps to walking across the room. Drum did it so fast that I'm still a little shocked when I see him toddling around the house like he's always been a walker. Technically this should be a 13 month update since he learned to walk between 12 and 13 months, but since I'm so behind in writing this, there you go. Bro is a walker!

Drum stand

He is not much of a talker though. He has exactly zero words. But he's very vocal and noisy. He makes all kinds of sounds, his favorite of which is screeching. He is able to communicate what he wants and needs in ways other than language. We've tried to teach a little sign language like we did with Mo, but so far all he has learned to use is "all done." He also doesn't really do any nursery games like "so big" or "patty cake." I'm not concerned about any of this right now because I know that kids work on different things at different times, and clearly right now he is working on his gross motor skills (walking!), but I will keep an eye on it to look for any progress.

At his one-year well check, his doctor had no concerns about any of this, and in fact said he is very interactive and curious. He loves to explore his world. That is probably the number one thing I think of when I think of who he is. I picture him scooting around the house, checking things out, not worried about what anyone else is doing. 

Drum crawl

The other thing I picture is how easily irritated he is. He screams and screeches at the tiniest inconvenience. Dare to take the remote away from him? Pissed! Dare to put a hat on his head? Scream! The worst possible thing you could inflict on this child is a diaper change. We have to use brute force to get him to lay still long enough to remove pants, change diaper, replace pants. Sometimes while Mike does it, I put my head right by Bro's and let him play with my hair because it's the only thing that will chill him the eff out!

Drum hat cry

He also hates to read. What have I done to get a child who hates to read? Actually I remember Mo wasn't into it as a baby either, but I think by this age she enjoyed a book or two. Drum will not sit still. He pushes the book away, grabs it, tries to close it, fights his way out of my arms. I think eventually he'll appreciate reading, but recently I read something that said, "Read to your child every day. Enjoy a quiet moment of cuddling with your baby!" and I laughed out loud.

Drum is a great eater still. He eats anything we put in front of him, but his favorite snack is still cat food. We can't keep him away from the cat dish. And he knows. He soooo knows. He walks over there, turns to look at us, smiles deviously, then helps himself to a treat. We've given up trying to stop this occasional indulgence, and instead just try to keep him from spilling the food and water dishes all over the floor. He also loves to get into the baking cupboard and the pantry, both from which he pulls everything out that he can reach and creates a big mess. He enjoys the fridge and dishwasher too. Such a helper!

Drum eat cat food instagram

He loves to climb on ALL the things! And he loves to dance. The smallest tune will get his booty shaking.

He still has only four teeth. I think Mo was working on seven and eight by now. He's got the height, she's got the teeth! He enjoys using his teeth to explore the world, putting everything in his mouth, even walking around with random objects hanging out of there. He likes to chew on my slippers and even my toes.

Oh yeah, he's a biter. And a bully! Daycare says that he is (unintentionally) mean to the other kids - he bites, he pulls hair, he pushes, he steals toys. He does all these things to his sister, too. Not sure what we can do at one year other than redirect and reinforce good behavior, but I hope he's not always this way. I know kids grow out of things, but I also know some personality traits are innate. Mo was always happy, easy going, up for any adventure, and that is still true of her. Bro is adventurous, but he's also irritable and kind of grumpy. What does that mean for our future?


On Halloween, Bro went as a pumpkin to daycare. It's a costume that nearly all of my nieces and nephews have worn. Mo never wore it for Halloween because her cousin Will is the exact same age, and he wore it their first Halloween. But it became a family tradition, so he wore that part of the day. Then in the evening, he was a parrot. I got the costume from a friend, and Mike wanted to be a pirate with a parrot on his shoulder for trick or treating.

Mom and Drum 2016 instagram

10-31-2015 | 10-31-2016

Dad and Drum 2016

The next day was his birthday. He went to daycare, and that evening we all went to dinner at Red Robin, then had cupcakes at home.

His party was the following Saturday. We had a golden themed party because it was his Golden Birthday (turning one on the first). We just invited family for pizza and cake. Drummy was a little grumpy and very clingy to me the whole time, but he enjoyed opening presents (his favorite were the fly swatters from Aunt Emmy) and eating cake. 

Mom and Drum 2016

I'm so crazy about this boy. I think back to when I thought he was a girl and I pictured my life with two girls. I remember the shock when those boy parts showed up on the ultrasound. I remember spending the next 20 weeks adjusting my vision for the future. I remember when he was born and it seemed so obvious I'd have a boy because this boy was my boy. I'm so proud to be his mama.

Drum smile

Mom and drum 2016


We weren't just choosing a leader

There are so many things to say about the outcome of the presidential election. Too many things. But with only a few days to process, the thing I keep coming back to is that people shouldn't literally be scared for their lives because of whom was elected to be president.

It's natural for people to be disappointed if their preferred candidate lost. It's natural to be angry, sad, frustrated. But it's not acceptable for anybody to legitinately fear for their safety because their president-elect has told the populace that it is OK to hate and harrass others.

In a piece I just read, What Do We Tell The Children, it advises us to:

Tell them you won’t let anyone hurt them or deport them or threaten them without having to contend with you first. 

These are things we have to tell our children because of who we elected to lead us. I am not OK with that.

I've also been reading accounts of terrible acts of hatred that have happened since the election. Things done with a sense of permission from our president-elect. He has legitimized this behavior. Condoned it even. 

In case you didn't click the link, or you've been living in a comfortable bubble of privilege, here are some examples of what's happening:

"An older white man decided he didn't want to wait in line. He loudly yelled, "I'm so glad Trump was elected. He will put an end to this bullshit. And then, to the Hispanic woman in front of him, he said, "And you need to get the hell out of here and go back to your country."

"Not even 24 hours yet. My friend's sister, who is Muslim, had a knife pulled on her by a Trump supporter while on the bus by UIUC campus."

"A woman awoke to find her car spray painted with "Trump Rules" and "Black Bitch" in South Philly today."

That's just a small sample, and it has only been a few days. We have four years with this man at the helm, and I fear for my friends, my family, and vulnerable people across the country.

For me, this election was not just about one candidate versus another. It was more than one party or the other. It transcended polices and politics. At it's core, this election became about ideals. One candidate represented bigotry, misongyny, racism, hatred, and exclusion. The other represented love, inclusion, empowerment, and compassion. As I said to some members of my family recently, "This was a moment in history where we weren't just choosing a leader, but were being asked to choose what ideals are most important to us as a nation, as human beings. Our country has proven that they believe not all people are equal. That some people are worth less than others."

I know that not everyone who voted for Trump is acting in the ways described above. But anybody who did vote for him had to reconcile in their minds that they were marking the ballot for someone who hates nearly every minority group and condones acts of hate. I have not gotten to a place where I can understand how anybody can make that right in their heart. 

I fear for where we are as a people. I fear for my daughter who will soon have a president that believes men can "grab her by the pussy." I fear for my children because members of their own family have turned to insults and hateful language to celebrate their candidate's victory.

I'm trying to focus on the half of the country who voted for Hillary (more than voted for Trump, by the way), and who believe we are better than this. Those are my people. We still believe love trumps hate (yep), and we are stronger together (thanks Hills!).


Monthly Drum Photo - Eleven

Last weekend Drum turned 11 months. I know time always flies and it shouldn’t be a surprise anymore, but when I think back on some things, it’s just so hard to fathom.

11 months final

Isn't he so sweet?


Mosie on the left, Drummy on the right.

Two years ago I was pregnant and waiting to confirm that I was miscarrying. It was a very dark time, one that still hurts my heart when I reflect on it.

One year ago I was 36 weeks pregnant, preparing to have a baby very soon. That alone is an incredible contratt: one year pregnant, miscarrying, and devastated; the next year on the verge of birthing a beautiful, healthy baby.

And now, another year later, I’ve got a big, bustling, boisterous baby boy who is less than a month from turning one.

In so many ways, I feel like the devastation of that miscarriage is still so fresh, as if it happened yesterday. And yet it has been two years and so much has changed. Life blows my mind.


Drum hasn’t had any huge leaps in the last month like he did in previous months. He’s still crawling (and he’s really fast!), pulling up agilely on furniture, cruising around said furniture, and climbing over everything (I swear he goes out of his way to crawl over something – if the direct path to his destination is wide open, he’ll go another way if it means he can climb over an obstacle, like a person, along the way). He is very strong on his feet when he has at least one hand holding something, but he doesn’t stand on his own for more than a second or two. And he’s definitely not walking. He can take some steps behind his push toy, but isn't often interested in that. Walking seems to be this big milestone everyone asks about, but I don’t expect Drum to walk for a couple months. Mo was 13.5 months, and they’ve been pretty on par with each other for gross motor skill development.


His fine motor skills are also great. He can pick up the smallest of things, and he’s really good at feeding himself. I remember it took Mo awhile to figure out finger foods – not because she couldn’t pick up the food but because she didn’t want to. Drum loves to feed himself. We still give him purees if we need a quick snack packed with nutrients, but eats a lot of table foods and loves almost all of it.

He has pretty much stopped drinking milk at daycare. There was a whole thing at daycare regarding breast milk again. If you’ve followed along long enough, you may remember the milk drama we had with Mo at the same daycare. This time, the provider told me that after a child turns one, she can no longer provide breast milk without a medical reason. Without even checking, I know that’s bullshit, so I did a little research (don’t mess with me – I will find FACTS!) and sure enough, breast milk is an acceptable substitute for cow’s milk and doesn’t need a doctor’s note, and the provider can still be reimbursed for the full meal as part of the federal food program. But even though I won that battle, Drum has decided to boycott milk at daycare altogether. They’ve tried it warm, cold, in a bottle, in a cup. He’s not interested. He still loves to nurse, and he’ll take a bottle at home when I’m gone, but not at daycare. So now I have a freezer full of milk and nobody wants it. (I’ve looked into donating it, but I’m on an anti-anxiety medication and I think that disqualifies me. Maybe sell it?)


Drum continues to be a stellar sleeper. How I got two such amazing sleepers, I do not know. He still often naps three times a day, and then sleeps all night. He goes down with no problem, and waits patiently for us after he wakes up.

He still does not talk at all. Well, that’s not true. He babbles a ton and makes lots of vocal noises, but he doesn’t use any words intentionally. I claimed his first word as Mama in a previous post, but he hasn’t called me that since, so… He’s also not waving. That one seems a little strange to me. It seems like something in the same category as clapping, which he’s been doing forever. We’ve also been half-heartedly using some sign language with him, but he hasn’t picked up on any of that either.

Mo and Drum 2016 mall breakfast instagram

At the end of September, we went on a family vacation. Nothing big, but we rented a house from a friend on Lake Michigan with my sister and her family. Their kids are the same ages as ours, so it made a lot of sense. It was a much needed week away from life. The house was beautiful and comfortable with plenty of space for all of us, and even though the weather wasn’t great, it was great enough. There were a couple days of crazy winds – like you couldn’t even go outside for more than a few minutes – and those days were a little rough. The kids got sick of being inside and we got sick of them being inside. But the rest of the time it was nice enough to sit at the beach and do lots of other fun things. Drum couldn’t participate in everything the same way the other kids could, but he hung out happily in the baby carrier like a champ.


I love my little boo bear!


Mo's first day of preschool

Yesterday I had a baby girl. Today she went to preschool. My baby went to preschool. WHAT?!


Mo has been in the same daycare since she was a baby - she has never gone anywhere else - so it was a really big deal to send her to a new place. And it's not just a part-time preschool situation. She goes to all-day, everyday preschool with extended care. Every day she'll arrive around 7:15 and stay until around 5:00 most days. The majority of that is in an actual preschool classroom, only the early morning and late afternoon is "extended care." So this is a big deal.

I had to drop her off this morning at a new place where she had never been (except one brief school visit), and where she didn't know anybody, and she had to stay there all day. I was nervous and so was she, just a little, but I'm so happy to say it went great. Really great.

When we got there, she rushed toward the building, pulling me behind her. But when we approached the entrance, she suddenly looked at me and said, "Mommy, will you carry me?" I told her I'd hold her hand the whole way. In the office, she hid behind me, but as we walked to her classroom, she found some courage. In her classroom, one of her teachers asked if she could find her hook and cubby, which she easily identified by finding her name. We hung her backpack, then turned to check out the room. There were only a few other kids there at that time, and they were eating breakfast. Mo had eaten at home, so she only wanted juice. While they got her some OJ, I gave her a big hug and kiss, told her I loved her and was proud of her, then got her settled in a chair. She was quiet, but brave. She didn't cry or even ask me to stay. So I left and watched her from the hall for a minute. My heart was so full of emotion as I watched her sit there, so unsure but so brave, taking it all in. I knew she would be fine.


See her sitting there? I took this from the hallway.

When I picked her up later, I walked in to find her playing with some toys. She ran to my arms, and her teachers told me she had a great day. They said she was "so sweet" and told me that she earned three stickers for good behavior. In fact, she earned the first sticker of the whole class because early in the day she picked up her toys without having to be asked. 

At first Mo was a motor of words, telling me about everything she did - the library, the gym, toys, books, food, nap. I took it all in with a smile. The teachers said she ate great and napped great, and that she played a lot with one little girl in particular. 

On the way home, she was very talkative, which I'm so glad for. I was worried she'd be emotionally exhausted and uninterested in sharing about her day, but she had lots to say. I asked her if she wanted to go back tomorrow. Yes! I asked her if she liked preschool better than daycare. Yes!

I'm so proud. I'm SO proud, you guys! I'm really glad we made the decision to do preschool this year. We had to make some sacrifices to make it happen - it's more expensive and logistically complicated - but she has shown me that it was the right choice and so worth it. 



Monthly Drum Photo - Ten

Look at that, my baby is 10 months old. I flipped my calendar at work and there was this tiny little newborn baby. I hardly recognized him. Every says it - time flies! - but damn if it isn't true.

10 months final


In the last month Drum has perfected his crawling technique. A month ago, in a journal I keep for him, I jotted down that he was still working on his technique. I can hardly believe that was only a month ago because now he's darting around like he's been doing it his whole life. He pulls himself up on furniture (and people) with ease, and he's even been standing for a couple seconds on his own. 

We built what we call "Baby Wall" in the space that separates our living room from the rest of the house. We did the same thing when Mo was his age. It's just a variety of low-lying furniture that we can easily step over (and Mo can now climb over), but that keeps the baby contained. However, said baby has managed to escape Baby Wall numerous times. He has crawled over (and even under) different obstacles, he has nudged things out of his way and squeezed through small spaces, and once he pushed our ottoman on wheels while walking behind it. Once he escapes, he heads straight for the cat food and helps himself to a snack while dumping the cat's water all over the floor. Pretty soon we'll have to erect a fence in our house!

Drum escape baby wall

Drummy does a great job feeding himself and drinking from a sippy cup. He grew a second tooth - on the bottom. He loves his mama, and if he gets home before me (with Dad or Grandma), he immediately gets agitated when I walk in the house. He wants me NOW! He loves to attack the cat, though I think he's doing it out of love. But his love is expressed by flinging himself on top of Oberon and gnawing on his fur, or sometimes grabbing his tail and trying to take a bite. He enjoys taking a bath with his sister. For a brief moment he didn't like baths, but now that he can sit on his own and move around a bit in the water, he loves it.

Drum hair mohawk closeup

He has been babbling a bit. Ma, na, da, ga, ba. The other day he was babbling and making the "ma" sound, and Mike said, "Where is your mama?" and I stepped into view and Drum said, "Mama!" It may have been an accident, but I'm claiming it and counting it as his first word.

One of my favorite moments in the last month is when we were at the beach on Lake Michigan. I was holding Drum and sat down right where the waves were breaking on the shore. He laid on my chest, rested his head on my shoulder, reached around to play with my hair, and we closed his eyes. He didn't fall asleep, but we sat there quietly, listening to the waves for a long time. It was such a special moment and I never want to forget it.


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