Budding Romance

Saturday was a pretty busy day for my family and I. My friend has a son who just turned one and we were invited to the birthday party, which was being held in my hometown, an hour trip each way. Since we knew about the party for at least two weeks, I would like to tell you that we had the gifts bought and wrapped well in advance, but I won’t lie to you dear reader. We bought the gifts an hour before we were supposed to leave for the party. We got home from shopping around 12:30 and had to leave at 1:00 in order to make it to the party at 2:00. Well, factor in feeding a baby solids (during which she now rejects the spoon and only wants to hand feed herself), cleanup time, packing the diaper bag, and wrapping the present, we finally left our house at 2:00 (yes, the time we were supposed to be there). Oh well.

So we get to the party an hour late, but that wasn’t a problem. We took our daughter’s coat off, and I let her stand a little, holding her under her arms for support. That’s when the birthday boy toddled over, wearing only his diaper which was on backward so it was more difficult to remove. I guess before we got there, he had been running around in his brithday suit. Anyhow, he walked over to my daughter and gave her a little kiss on the cheek, without any prompting. It was very cute, but I’m in trouble already. I thought I would have at least 12 years before I had to fight away the boys from my daughter. The good news is that later in the party he tried to kiss her again and she pushed him away. That’s my girl.

After the party, we stopped by my parent’s house for dinner and for some much needed rest. This time we brought a sleeper for the baby, so we could just put her in her crib when we got home. While we were taking her out of the car seat, she woke up a little so my wife held her to comfort her while I called my parents to let them know we made it home safely (still winter in Pennsylvania). As I was saying goodbye to my Mom on the phone, my daughter woke from her sleep to say “bye bye” in the cutest voice you will ever hear and then immediately fell asleep. What a trooper.

Anyhow, here is a picture of the little heart breaker (I posted this before, but it is too cute to not post again):


8 thoughts on “Budding Romance

  1. I read this post while saying: “So cute!” to myself all the way through. Aren’t they so sweet?

    But oh dear, I am all too familiar with the solids feeding battles. Kiko has gone from refusing to eat anything whatsoever to insisting he “feed himself” with his own spoon – or a spoon in each fist, sometimes even three spoons! None of the food gets in his mouth and he now refuses to feed himself with his hands and instead throws the food at us and on the floor. I’m hoping this stage will be a short one.

    So cute, the boys are already flocking around your daughter! When we discovered Kiko would be a boy, my husband said: “Phew! Now I won’t have a lifetime of worry when the boyfriends start calling!” We’ve been teaching Kiko: “Kiss kiss” and he pulls this tough boy face and roars: “NO!” Huh, I’m disappointed, I want him to be sweet. I thought it was so cute when the little birthday boy kissed your daughter.

  2. Helen, I can truly see the feeding battles getting worse. I can also picture Kiko wielding three spoons as he tries to fend off his mommy and her evil plot to feed him πŸ™‚ .

    What I’ve learned is I will have to purchase a shotgun, to fend off all the boys πŸ™‚

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