Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Family Photo 2011
So after the big 3rd birthday, we had some family photos taken. I realized the last family photo we had was when Cooper was 9 months old for our church directory. Unacceptable! So we set up a photo session with Lisa Turnage Photography at a local park. Cooper had a great time and honestly he is just a photogenic child. Don't you agree? So here is the Holland family photo for 2011.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
2012 has started
Although it is 2012, I am still living in the holidays. I have so much more to post about, Christmas, the mountains, a train ride, but I am sleepy. I am bound and determined to be a better blogger this 2012. We will see.....
Moving on up...
After turning 3, my baby moved up to a big bed in his room. A full size bed for one little 3 year old. You would think the bed was too big for a little man, umm NO! The boy is all over the place - sideways, upside down, rightside up, everywhere I tell you. You know what this means right, I had to fully take down the crib furniture (we had converted into a toddler bed, but seriously folks, no sign of crib anymore. Not going to lie, I cried. How on earth am I going to handle when something really major happens - I am crying at putting away a crib!
Of course you know I had to take pictures. This is monumental!
Of course you know I had to take pictures. This is monumental!
Cooper turns 3
Yes - he turned 3 a little less that 2 months ago. Right on time for a post don't you think?
Cooper had LOTS of birthday celebrations, so lets start with the school party. We had a celebration at school where we had a birthday entertainer come into his class and do magic tricks, play games, balloon animals all with a Thomas the Train theme. Needless to say Cooper and his class for that matter loved it! He still will ask every so often if he gets a party at school today. To which I quickly remind him, birthdays are once a year! What really shocked me is that the entertainer, or train engineer as Cooper referred to him as, was there for an hour. Those kids were in awe of everything he did. They sat still for 30 minutes straight (with cupcakes just sitting in front of them!). I was so impressed. The last 30 minutes we spent dancing and putting on fake tattoos the engineer had given to all the kids. It really was an awesome day!
We then celebrated with a special birthday dinner (spaghetti) and birthday cake at home. This is where he got to see his new train table. While this "table" is an eye sore in my living room, he absolutely loves it. There is not a day that goes by that he doesn't play with it. So birthday success!
And for the third and final party, we had our families come to celebrate with a Clemson theme football party. Do you all know how hard it was for me to decorate with orange and purple? PAINFUL! But it was his day, so orange and purple it was. Everyone had a great time and Cooper loved seeing and playing with everyone.
I really can't believe I have a 3 year old. He is constantly reminding me that he is not a baby anymore, but we all know he will always be a baby to me. Love you Cooper!
Here are some pictures of the birthday boy!
Good morning birthday boy!
Cooper had LOTS of birthday celebrations, so lets start with the school party. We had a celebration at school where we had a birthday entertainer come into his class and do magic tricks, play games, balloon animals all with a Thomas the Train theme. Needless to say Cooper and his class for that matter loved it! He still will ask every so often if he gets a party at school today. To which I quickly remind him, birthdays are once a year! What really shocked me is that the entertainer, or train engineer as Cooper referred to him as, was there for an hour. Those kids were in awe of everything he did. They sat still for 30 minutes straight (with cupcakes just sitting in front of them!). I was so impressed. The last 30 minutes we spent dancing and putting on fake tattoos the engineer had given to all the kids. It really was an awesome day!
We then celebrated with a special birthday dinner (spaghetti) and birthday cake at home. This is where he got to see his new train table. While this "table" is an eye sore in my living room, he absolutely loves it. There is not a day that goes by that he doesn't play with it. So birthday success!
And for the third and final party, we had our families come to celebrate with a Clemson theme football party. Do you all know how hard it was for me to decorate with orange and purple? PAINFUL! But it was his day, so orange and purple it was. Everyone had a great time and Cooper loved seeing and playing with everyone.
I really can't believe I have a 3 year old. He is constantly reminding me that he is not a baby anymore, but we all know he will always be a baby to me. Love you Cooper!
Here are some pictures of the birthday boy!
Good morning birthday boy!
Thursday, December 1, 2011
"My head broke..."
I know I have so much to catch everyone up on. His 3rd birthday, life, etc. but I needed to write this down today so I can compare each of these stories as they happen. Apparently with boys I need to be prepared to do this again....
So it happened. Cooper busted his head open at school. December 1, 2011 a day I will never forget. We were up and going on time this morning. E dropped Coop off at school around 8:20am and I was sitting at my desk when the phone rang at 8:55am. As I answered and heard it was daycare my heart sank. Something happened. I knew it. And that's when she told me. "Cooper fell and hit his head on a bookcase. He's ok but I think you need to get down here and take him to the doctor." I was out the door at 8:56 leaving all my stuff behind but my purse. I called E to have him call the doctor's office because I am not sure I could have gotten the words out. As I walked in his class I kept telling myself not to freak out or more importantly cry because he was already crying and clearly updset. No need to make it worse. So I just held him. I was scared to look. I mean I am wimp folks. A big one! We got out of there and called E to tell him he needed to come by the school. At that point we had an appointment with the doctor, but had time to come home and try and calm him down. I was hoping it just looked worse than it was and no stitches were needed. WRONG!
The doctor says, "That's a pretty good one, we need to get him sewn up." He explains the stitches and walks out to get everything they need. That's when it hit me, this guy is going to stick a needle in my baby's head (wimp remember?). So I start to cry. I try and pull it together before the Doctor walks back in. Then I have to hold him down. Could there be a more horrible feeling than having to hold your child down while the doctor is hurting him??? The answer is no by the way.
The shots to numb the area started and my tears are flowing as are Cooper's along with his screams. Then he pulls out a STAPLE GUN! I am not kidding. He stapled my baby's head back together. What the heck happened to stitches??? E tells me, "Well at least it was faster." Yeah I am not so sure that makes me feel any better. He stapled my baby's head!
The whole thing lasted maybe 2 minutes. Longest 2 minutes of my life. After he was done Cooper sat up and I held him. Then he starts chatting with the doctor like everything was fine. Clearly he doesn't hold grudges like his mom. The doctor started explaining what happens next and I couldn't hear a word he was saying. Why you may ask? Was I still sobbing? No. Was Cooper still screaming? No. I was so angry at him for putting staples in my baby's head without telling me that is what he was going to do. Anger. Burning Anger. But I couldn't express it I had my baby in my arms with staples in his head. We needed to go home. So we did.
Cooper had fun playing at home like his normal self. Now he says his head broke, but the doctor "bang, bang" (the staples going in) put him back together.
I am ready for a new day. Today was not good.
So it happened. Cooper busted his head open at school. December 1, 2011 a day I will never forget. We were up and going on time this morning. E dropped Coop off at school around 8:20am and I was sitting at my desk when the phone rang at 8:55am. As I answered and heard it was daycare my heart sank. Something happened. I knew it. And that's when she told me. "Cooper fell and hit his head on a bookcase. He's ok but I think you need to get down here and take him to the doctor." I was out the door at 8:56 leaving all my stuff behind but my purse. I called E to have him call the doctor's office because I am not sure I could have gotten the words out. As I walked in his class I kept telling myself not to freak out or more importantly cry because he was already crying and clearly updset. No need to make it worse. So I just held him. I was scared to look. I mean I am wimp folks. A big one! We got out of there and called E to tell him he needed to come by the school. At that point we had an appointment with the doctor, but had time to come home and try and calm him down. I was hoping it just looked worse than it was and no stitches were needed. WRONG!
The doctor says, "That's a pretty good one, we need to get him sewn up." He explains the stitches and walks out to get everything they need. That's when it hit me, this guy is going to stick a needle in my baby's head (wimp remember?). So I start to cry. I try and pull it together before the Doctor walks back in. Then I have to hold him down. Could there be a more horrible feeling than having to hold your child down while the doctor is hurting him??? The answer is no by the way.
The shots to numb the area started and my tears are flowing as are Cooper's along with his screams. Then he pulls out a STAPLE GUN! I am not kidding. He stapled my baby's head back together. What the heck happened to stitches??? E tells me, "Well at least it was faster." Yeah I am not so sure that makes me feel any better. He stapled my baby's head!
The whole thing lasted maybe 2 minutes. Longest 2 minutes of my life. After he was done Cooper sat up and I held him. Then he starts chatting with the doctor like everything was fine. Clearly he doesn't hold grudges like his mom. The doctor started explaining what happens next and I couldn't hear a word he was saying. Why you may ask? Was I still sobbing? No. Was Cooper still screaming? No. I was so angry at him for putting staples in my baby's head without telling me that is what he was going to do. Anger. Burning Anger. But I couldn't express it I had my baby in my arms with staples in his head. We needed to go home. So we did.
Cooper had fun playing at home like his normal self. Now he says his head broke, but the doctor "bang, bang" (the staples going in) put him back together.
I am ready for a new day. Today was not good.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Don't really have words...
As I sit here typing, I have tears that just won't stop. Why you may ask? I am looking over on the video monitor and my baby boy is sleeping in a full size bed. Tomorrow marks his 3rd birthday. Can you believe it? I don't know why I am so sad. I guess any baby in him that was left I felt go away when he climbed up in that bed by himself.
3 years ago tonight we had called the doctor's office and set a time to arrive at the hospital the next morning. We knew he was perfect without even meeting him, and now that we have had the best three years with him it's been proven. He's perfect. He's funny, smart, handsome and just genuinely sweet. I am so proud to be his mom.
I love you Cooper. I can't wait to celebrate your birthday with you tomorrow. Here's to you my sleeping baby. I still see you as this tiny little baby boy.
3 years ago tonight we had called the doctor's office and set a time to arrive at the hospital the next morning. We knew he was perfect without even meeting him, and now that we have had the best three years with him it's been proven. He's perfect. He's funny, smart, handsome and just genuinely sweet. I am so proud to be his mom.
I love you Cooper. I can't wait to celebrate your birthday with you tomorrow. Here's to you my sleeping baby. I still see you as this tiny little baby boy.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Happy Halloween!
Cooper had a full Halloween. Pumpkin carving party at our new house, trick or treating at school, halloween party at school, then home early to go trick or treating. You know what his most favorite thing was? Answering the door and telling all the kids Happy Halloween! Sweet kid.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
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