About an hour ago. . .

All is safe in Runyan City.

Big Boy

We finally got Oz out of the infant car seat.



Can you believe how old/big he looks??





He settled in nicely to his new ride and is luving the view.

Oz and My Blue Blanket

OK, so sometimes I DO share.

Monster Mash

Oz turned 1 on July 9th. We threw him a "Monster Mash" cause he really is our little monster. He is an amazing growler and yeller. But he's a cute, nice monster not an ugly, scary one.





I really love the colors I used, they were so perfectly bright and cheerful.



I made monsters for all the party guests. They turned out really cute and it would have been even cuter if I'd remembered to get a group picture of all the kids with their monsters. Darn.



I made a huge pillow monster for Oz. It wasn't until I was TOTALLY finished (it took some time because I did a lot of hand stitching) and had set it on the fireplace that I realized the resemblance to Spongebob. That REALLY annoyed me and was not at all on purpose.



Eating snacks.





Oz loved opening his presents (and eating them too).





Thanks for the basketball hoop Gramma and Papa!





Our main present to Oz was a tunnel, isn't it great with the bright colors? He LOVES it!







I made Oz a large version of his treasured little brown blanky. He actually found the fabric in a pile of fabric, unsewn the day before. He was SO angry when I took it away from him. Try to explain to a nearly 1 year old that they can't have what they think is theirs till tomorrow. Now the "big brown blanky" is his favorite possession. I can totally understand this. I still sleep with a blanky, not my original childhood one - that one I totally wore out to literal shreds. The one I have now was snatched off an airplane nearly 15 years ago, back when they actually had blankets on airlines. It's my blue blanket and the one thing I don't share. For real.







Hesitant at first. . .



. . .it didn't last long.






Playing with birthday toys in a new birthday outfit.



Our baby is 1, it can't be true. In fact, all day I was saying to Jeff that "he just doesn't seem 1, we must have his birthday wrong!" But I suppose he is, even if it kills us to think about.



Balloon through banner game, hilarious of course!



Happy Birthday Oz, our family would not be the same without you!

Sice of Life: Walking (finally!)

For All You Caps Fans

He's ready!

Cocoon

A few nights ago Oz was getting very fussy and just couldn't find a way to settle down and be happy. I grabbed this big IMMENSELY (like so much so that you can't believe it) soft comforter we have and wrapped him up in it on the floor while I folded laundry. He loved it, calmed down and now it's become a nightly ritual. Tonight he sits in his "cocoon" while he watches his favorite movie, "Baby Miracle - Jonah and the Whale".

Oz & Sable

Where Shall the Baby's Dimple Be?

Over the cradle the mother hung,
Softly crooning a slumber song;
And these were the simple words she sung
All the evening long:

"Cheek or chin, or knuckle or knee,
Where shall the baby's dimple be?
Where shall the angel's finger rest
When he comes down to the baby's nest?
Where shall the angel's touch remain
When he awakens my babe again?

Still as she bent and sang so low,
A murmur into her music broke;
And she paused to hear, for she could but know
The baby's angel spoke:

"Cheek or chin, or knuckle or knee,
Where shall the baby's dimple be?
Where shall my finger fall and rest
When I come down to the baby's nest?
Where shall my finger's touch remain
When I awaken your babe again?"

Silent the mother sat, and dwelt
Long in the sweet delay of choice;
And then by her baby's side she knelt,
And sang with pleasant voice:

"Not on the limb, O angel dear!
For the charm with its youth will disappear;
Not on the cheek shall the dimple be,
For the harboring smile fade and flee;
But touch thou the chin with an impress deep,
And my baby the angel's seal shall keep."

-Josiah G. Holland

There Was a Little Girl

There was a little girl, she had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
And when she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad, she was horrid.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Brothers