At only eleven months old, Tyler reminds me of a twenty two year old. He still lives at home with his parents, he has no job, hits on waitresses, and he eats all of our food. But all that’s about to change!
Two weeks ago, I picked up a bunch of lumber, stain and a few pieces of hardware. Oh, and five hundred pounds of sand. After cutting everything to size, Sarah helped me with the two coats of red stain. Last week, construction began. Sarah’s parents came over after the frame was assembled. Her dad provided a few of the critical parts; steering wheel, grill, and emblems. He also helped with some of the finer aspects of the assembly, and some much needed muscle for carrying the completed – sans sand – assembly to its permanent home. And, thanks to his help, I now know how to properly use a wood chisel.
If I had any doubts that Tyler would like his new convertible, they quickly disappeared when he squealed with delight.
Now that Tyler has his own wheels, there will be no stopping him.
If you want to see all of the sandbox pictures, you can view them on my photo site. I didn’t take any "in progress photos" because it was already a big enough project, and I didn’t want to stop every half hour to snap off some pictures.
Tyler loves his sandbox. For the curious. It’s 4 ft. wide, and 8 ft. long. The sand area is 6.5 ft. long, with the other 1.5 ft. being the storage area that we keep his toys in. Err… I mean… that’s where the engine is.
I’m trying to live in a world where I don’t view this as bad parenting… but…
Delilah has a bit of a quirk that Sarah and I have exploited, much to our my amusement. Whenever she is introduced to something she has never seen before, Delilah tends to be wary of it. What I do, at that point, is start chasing her around the house with said object. Here, just watch this video.
It appears that Tyler may have picked up on this little “game” of mine. And he seems to love it as much as I do.
Delilah and Tyler are loving each other more and more every day. He’s finally getting to the age where he can play, and Delilah couldn’t be happier with that.
Note: The first video was shot two months after we brought Delilah home with us. She was found next to a dumpster by a couple college girls and they couldn’t keep her at their apartment. We adopted her. She was severely underweight at the time, and was still quite underweight at the time of the video. She looks much healthier (pure freakin’ muscle) now, as you can see in the second video.
Sarah and I used to have a Friday night date night every week. It was a great time to just spend quality time with each other over dinner and drinks and feel less like husband and wife, and more like two lovers on a date. FNDN is teetering on extinction now that we have the responsibilities of raising a new life.
We are blessed to have an extremely well-mannered baby, and have been able to take Tyler with us to dinner quite a few times. It’s a modified FNDN – less about just Sarah and I – but it’s still nice to get out of the house together, even if we do have a third wheel with us. We had a FNDN yesterday. I spent much of the day hanging up a privacy fence (and received a wicked sunburn as a result) and felt like it was deserved. We went to a restaurant called Mad Anthony’s.
Our waitress’ name was Sheila. She is an attractive, punky-looking girl, with a piercing in her lip. At one point, she asked how my drink was. I told her it was quite good and she would have to try it when she turns 21. She looked like a junior in high school, but she informed me that she recently celebrated her 22nd birthday.
A few minutes later, she was waiting on the table next to us. It was occupied by three blue-collar guys who appeared to work at the local factory. Sheila’s back was to us while she took their orders. Tyler turned to look at her stare at her… then proceeded to reach out and grab her butt.
The dudes at the table next to us told Tyler “way to go” and asked for high fives from him. Looking back, I’m surprised that I wasn’t mortified about him grabbing her butt, but I actually thought it was hilarious. Sarah made a comment about Sheila being a cougar at 22. I didn’t say anything aloud, but thought to myself, “That’s my boy.”
The moment we got in the car, Sarah – who didn’t bring her cell phone – said, “Dial Melanie and give me your phone.”
I did as ordered. After a couple seconds, Sarah said, “I have to tell you what Tyler just did.”
After telling the story to her BFF, Sarah turned to me and said “Melanie said ‘he is his father’s son.’”
Indeed.
The first time Tyler went to Grandma and Grandpa McLain’s house (my parents), he made his first crawls. It was awesome to watch. Luckily, Grandpa loves having an excuse to bring the camcorder – which never seems to have a charged battery – out.
Although my parents aren’t the most tech savvy people I know, they still managed to burn the video to a DVD and sent it to me via manila envelope. Subsequently, Sarah and I have taken videos of Tyler crawling around the house, which I’ve posted to YouTube. One video was actually sent in to America’s Funniest Videos, so I’m not allowed to post it here, or talk about it, yet. The video of Tyler’s first crawls somehow never made its way online… Until now.
**** Errr… Nope, the video isn’t available. There were some technical difficulties with the disc that the video was recorded to. ****
We went to Canada two weekends ago (the weekend previous to Memorial Day weekend) for the wedding of one of Sarah’s cousins. Driving back from Canada, the GPS had us passing through my hometown of Flint, Michigan. My parents still live there, in my mom’s childhood home, so we stopped by to visit and stretch. Tim, my awesome step-dad, got the camera out to take some pictures. Dead batteries. Tim then got the camcorder out to take some video. Dead batteries. But, that was remedied with a power adapter, and a little bit of a guilt trip from the rest of us.
Tyler eventually made his way to the refrigerator and, more specifically, the magnets on it. Leaning against the side of the fridge were two food trays. You know what I’m talking about, right? They fold open and closed like an ironing board, allowing one to eat food while sitting on a couch. They’re quite handy, unless you’re a ten month old baby and they are standing between you and the magnets you so desperately desire. Tyler stood there, hands on the folded trays, when they did the thing that the ladder did in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. In the movie, Clark Griswold is standing on a ladder and hanging Christmas lights from his house. He inadvertently staples his shirt sleeve to the house and, when he yanks himself free, the ladder upon which he is standing pulls away from the house. It sways to the precarious point where you’re not sure if it’s going to fall backward or safely to its original position against the house. This is what was happening with Tyler.
I watched this happen, knowing that I could, potentially, have a very upset baby, and yet I did nothing. Generally speaking, if it won’t result in a hospital visit or expensive property damages, I let Tyler learn the consequences of his actions. I said something to that effect, and I fear I’m coming across on the video as an uncaring parent. The thing is, I viewed that as a controlled environment. I was there, and I knew that the worst that would happen would be a bump on Tyler’s head. I don’t want him to learn that lesson from pulling on a heavy TV or a dresser or bookcase that isn’t tethered to a wall. Those consequences could be disastrous. And, yes, I am spilling all this here in the hopes that you, dear readers, will validate my thought process.
My mom couldn’t stand by and allow the shenanigans to unfold, so she pulled the trays away. This left Tyler balancing on his own, with nothing to hold onto. This is nothing new, as Tyler stands on his own quite often. But, instead of falling to the ground and crawling to the fridge, like he always does, Tyler WALKED to it!!!! His first real steps were caught on video!
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I simply find it amazing that a ten month old baby would make the decision to try to take a step, especially when he knows that it would be easier to just crawl. Parental pride aside, watching a baby think and make decisions and try new things is… well… "amazing" is the only word I can think of.
So, Tyler’s first crawls and his first walks were at my parents’ house. And, the latter probably wouldn’t have happened if my mom hadn’t taken the food trays away. It’s interesting how things work out.