Santa

After Thanksgiving dinner we went to Moultrie for their lighting festival. Each year they drape the courthouse and square with lights and it is gorgeous. The wutz wanted to see the lights and Santa and his LIVE reindeer. It was a great time, though the reindeer looked more than a little annoyed at the situation.

The wutz got to see Santa and tell him that he wanted Thomas' Misty Island railroad toy. Hopefully he convinced Santa he was a sweet boy with that adorable smile he flashed!

Big Ultrasound

I had my anatomy scan today and got to see more of the baby. The bad news is that I'll have to wait for a radiologist and my OB to know if anything is amiss, but the tech seemed unconcerned, so I think all is well.

The good news is that she is still a girl. I'm happy that her plumbing hasn't changed. I actually went out this morning and started buying cute, teeny tiny baby clothes. Awesome!

Whatta face!


Still a girl:

Divorce...

On the way home from the grocery store the wutz was being particularly annoying, as four year olds often are.

Our conversation then went something like this:
Him: "Mommy you can't be upset, I'm married to you."
Me: "I want a divorce."
Him: "You want to be married to a horse?!?"

Addition!

I've already announced this in many venues, but I did feel it fitting to finally announce it here on this blog.

The Hill family will be growing by one! Yes, we are expecting a baby girl toward the end of April 2011. We are very excited and are looking forward to the addition of a little diva in our home. That is, unless, the ultrasound techs got it wrong and we are actually having a little dude. But for now we are planning with pink.

Because of this addition, I have decided to change the name of this blog. Please change your bookmarks so that Growing up the Hills is now a part of your Favorites!

His Hair

This morning the wutz decided he wanted to fix his own hair. This isn't particularly unusual and I don't consider it a big deal, so I left him alone in the bathroom so he could do what he wanted. Now, you might expect this to be where I begin in on the horrid things he did to his hair - in normal posts from me it would be - but not today. Today he used just enough water to flatten out the rat's nest in the back of his hair and he brushed it out nice and flat. It looked pretty good, if I do say so myself, but I was too busy then to notice anything other than it wasn't spiked with gel or suddenly green or something like that.

So off to school we went. Upon arrival we got out and as I was walking him to his class, I looked down and realized his hair did, indeed, look rather nice. Of course I took the opportunity to compliment him on his hair and a job well done. With a small hand he smoothed back the coif and said, "Thank you, Mommy, I wanted it to look good like this today." I queried him as to why and he replied, "Because I am going to take you on a date today, Mommy!" Shocked, I asked where were we going on this date. He looked at me and smiled sweetly and said, "Wendy's!"

Oh. Yay.

Incentives...and name writing

The wutz finally wrote his name without any help. He'd been long reluctant to do so because he's a lazy sort of kid and said it was too much hard work! Finally, after an agreement made a week ago that he'd get a toy he wanted once he did the work, he began practicing. This morning he sat down and spent time focusing on his c's and e's, which were both the hardest part of his name for him.

After some more hard work and frustration and then finally lots of concentration, he wrote his name all by himself. First the C, then he'd look at me for approval, next the o, again looking at me, he got the l easily and moved on to the t. Once he got to the e he said, "This part is tricky!" and began work on the letter. As he finished he looked to me and I clapped for him. Lastly was his r, which again he had no trouble finishing. He was so excited to have accomplished it all by himself!

But mainly he was excited because he gets to go get Captain's Boathouse to add to his Thomas collection.

October's Deep South Fair

He did it! ~ZZZZzzzz~

The wutz finally FINALLY slept the night in his own bedroom. In his own bed. Alone! I am so proud of my big boy. All this time he's slept in our bedroom. First he was in his crib, then eventually he migrated into our bed, and finally we got him to sleep in a Lightning McQueen toddler bed we bought for him and kept in our room. It was better, but since we are now expecting a new addition to the family, we have known that we'll need to migrate the wutz into his own room.

Well, last night he decided that he'd sleep in his big boy bed. And he did. All. Night. Long.

He woke up at 5:20am and came into our bedroom and asked for help finding a tissue to blow his nose, because he caught the cold I had. I got him a tissue and then fully expected him to climb in bed with us. When I turned around he'd already left the room and closed the door. He went back to his bedroom and slept for another hour until it was time to get up for school.

Awesome!

I'm so proud of my big boy.

First Day of School

Well, I know I have slacked greatly on this blog for the wutz, but I'm here to try again. It is a new school year! Amazing. My boy has gotten so big!

This morning he woke up on his own at 6am. Also amazing! And we got up, dressed, teeth brushed, hair brushed... and we had time to watch TV. Lately he has been demanding we watch The Upside Down Show ad nauseum, so that's what was on. While we were sitting there, I plucked off a piece of red fuzz off his navy blue shorts. The fuzz was from his blanket. I said, "Look, it is a baby Schmuzzie!" (A creature from the show) and he said, "Awww. It's adorable!" and he took it from me and that was the end of that.

Then we got to school and I did the obligatory first day of school pictures. We marched to Mrs. Nancy's room and he threw the door open. She greeted him with a hug. To which he promptly extracted this piece of red fuzz and announced, "I brought my baby Schmuzzie!" *facepalm*

So, thus begins the school year...