Ugh..I just typed a whole update and managed to delete it. I hope I can remember everything.
I'm mainly gonna post a lot of pics this time.
He turned 1 1/2 on the 11th!!
Caden has 12 teeth! He "brushes" his teeth, but really all his does is suck the toothpaste off and then use the toothbrush as a drum stick. I have to finish what he started and he likes to clamp his mouth shut. It's a battle everytime.
He said his first sentence the other day, "read da book". The past few days when we're heading down the stairs, he'll wave and say, "bye, up tairs." So cute.
He's really into trucks, cars and tractors now. He tries to carry about 4 around all of the time. He even wants to sleep w/ some of them. Caden and I will "play" trucks. We'll make truck sounds and crash our trucks into each other.
He's started to fuss at us. If Chism is sneaking over to tickle him, Caden will point his finger at him and say, "uh uh, DAH!". The other day Chism and I were play fighting over the remote. Chism had it and I was trying to take it from him. Caden came running over and yelled, "UH UH, DAH!! UH UH, BA BA!!" We stopped to look at him and his little bottom lip was starting to quiver and he was about to burst into tears. He thought we were really fighting. He got scooped up and covered in kisses, of course. He's definitely aware of everything now.
A lot of the pictures are from last weekend at my parents house (Gamma & Grandaddy). Momma has a new kitten and Caden wanted to carry her around all day.
I had to share the little booty shot picture. He definitely has the Fennell butt. I'm sure he'll hate me for this later, but oh well. lol
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and maybe make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo. David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?", you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! All my life I dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people that you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around...and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills...and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.
But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to go to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things...about Holland.
Taken from Children with Visial Impairments Edited by M. Cay Holbrook, Ph.D. Copywrite by Emily Perl Kingsley 1987