Happy 21 Months, Avery!

I love this child!

Ho-Ho

Last weekend, Avery visited Santa ("Ho-Ho") for the first time. I didn't think that Avery would sit on Santa's lap, due to a recent development of stranger-danger. However, after watching his buddies, Luke & Levi, brave the bearded man's red-cloaked lap, Avery proved me wrong and stayed on Santa's lap without crying. He even pulled through at the last minute and gave us a smile for his picture. I will never underestimate my child again. :)

My Boyz

Who loves Mommy?? Raise your hand!!!

Puff the Magic Wagon

No one can say Avery is not creative...

Where Has My Baby Gone?

So, here's the thing. I have always known that my child has an independent nature. Since birth-no, since in the womb-he has done his own thing on his own time. I have known this for forever. And while I do admire and respect Avery for displaying this quality, it can certainly try my patience from time to time. But nothing prepared me for the day when my 20 month old son looked me in the eyes, a determined look set on his face, and told me, clear as a bell, to "Go away".

One might ask, what were you doing at the time when your toddler decided to pull rank on you? Well, we had been coloring quietly and peacefully, lost in the world of Snoopy and Lucy, when Avery decided to take the green crayon from my hand and try out his artistic skills on some of our (very white) doors. Now, keep in mind, I politely asked him to return to the table to continue coloring. I even made a feeble attempt to redirect him with another toy. But I had been sick as a dog for a week and just didn't have any energy left to bust out with a SuperMom/Jedi mind trick, so I decided to just take the crayon out of his hands. And that is when he said it to me. Both of our hands were locked on that one chubby green crayon, direct eye contact was made, and if I had a video to replay, I am sure that we both bore identical stubborn expressions on our faces (after all, he gets this trait without doubt from his Mommy...Grandma and Grandpa can confirm, I am sure). And he said the phrase, "Go away", very slowly and deliberately, matching the exact same tone and cadence of speech that I use when I tell Haley a dozen times a day to get out of my personal space and go away. I expected to hear this phrase when Avery is 16...heck, I wouldn't even have flinched if I heard him say it at five. But 20 months is awfully young to be getting smart with your Mommy. As an independent-natured person myself, I guess I can't expect anything less from my boy.

Please enjoy the pictures below, as they capture some of Avery's autonomous moments...

No, I will tell Santa myself what I want for Christmas.I play with my zoo animals all by myself.Who needs Mommy and Daddy to read to me? Come here, Willie, I will tell you a tale. I don't think Mommy is ever going to get around to cleaning this dirty floor, so I better do it. So what if it is December? I want to play with my pool float!! Highchairs are for babies. I'm going to eat my breakfast at my big boy table. Elmo who?? Daddy and I watch He-Man now. By the power of Greyskull!!!Yup, these shoes are a good fit for me. I know you gave me a spoon, but I am more of a hands-on kind of guy. Chill out, Mommy.

It's Not Easy Being Green

This poor frog.

Turkey Day for the Jeans

Well, it was a quiet Thanksgiving for the Jean Team this year. This is the first year in our lives that we are not traveling home for the holidays. My brother and his family from NC were going to celebrate Turkey Day with us, but Avery's inconveniently-timed pinkeye put a quick halt to that (man, I love daycare sometimes). As quiet as the day was, we still had a wonderful holiday and enjoyed having some much needed quality Jean Time together all weekend. Unfortunately, this holiday meal fell during one of Avery's picky eating phases, so all he ate for Thanksgiving dinner was pumpkin pie. The dogs, however, enjoyed their feast on the floor. That's my boy!