Can I Fit in There?

That must be one of the questions Coop has been asking himself lately, because here are a few of the places he's been found in the last week...

[Side note: For over an hour I've been trying with no success to upload several videos of Coop's first steps, and a few other funny ones I have of him. I keep getting upload errors, so I'm giving up on the videos and posting pics instead. Sorry.]

Jesus Loves You

[Ok. I know, I just couldn't resist using the "Jesus loves you" bumper sticker saying I see everywhere living in the South. Sometimes I don't mind being reminded, even if by a bumper sticker.]

Wanted to record this before I forget and have no pictures to remind me...

This past Sunday at church I was walking the halls with Cooper. A noisy, walking, talking, must bang on everything and/or bang everything together, 11-month old does not a quiet church meeting make. So we were in the hall a lot. In the foyers of our newly built church building are several beautiful paintings of Christ. Each time we passed one, I would stop, lift Cooper up to it, and say, "Cooper, who is that? That's Jesus. He loves you." After doing that three times, when I asked, "Cooper, who is that?" I paused, and he said...

"Jee!"

11 Months

Cooper turned 11 months old last week and I snapped a few photos of him to mark the occasion. I almost didn't post these because he has so many marks on his face right now--eczema, pimples from sunscreen, and various bumps, bruises and scrapes from learning to walk. He hasn't quite grasped the concept that he can't just walk into things, or that stationary objects won't move out of the way for him. But then I decided that scrapes, bumps, and bruises will probably always exist with this adventureous little guy, and I wouldn't want to pass up the occasion to share pictures.

Sure, I'll smile Mom, if you give me the camera!

Hey, you tricked me!

Mom, this is not the camera. This is the remote. I strictly negotiated that I get to play with the camera if I smiled. The remote was not part of the agreement.
[Mommy replies: Coop, I never agreed to the terms of your agreement. The remote is a gesture of my willingness to compensate you for your efforts. Take it or leave it, man.]

One of Cooper's favorite toys is the REMOTE CONTROL! He knows that it controls the tv and that if he pushes enough buttons he can change the channels, turn the volume up/down, and turn the tv on/off. Hasn't mastered knowing which button is which, but then again, neither have I. He'll probably have figured it out before I do. He is also wise to the extra remote we designated as his; he knows it doesn't work and won't fall for it.

Cooper also likes to play with the buttons on the front of the tv. The other day he changed the channel to something with no reception, and got a screen of fuzz, which he looked at pensively. Then he kept pushing more buttons and turned the volume way up. That channel had no sound. But oh my--the next thing he did was change the channel again to another screen of fuzz and this time----it was LOUD, VERY LOUD, fuzz. The screamed in fright and booked it across the room to me, crying. I was hoping that he would have learned a lesson from his misadventure to not play with the tv buttons. Silly mommy. He was right back at it less than 5 minutes later, albeit a little cautious at first.

Other noteable 11-month milestones:

1. WALKING--yep, full on walking. Practially running now that it's been about 2 weeks. Walks bowlegged like his daddy did at this age. So cute. Will post videos when I have time at home. Can't upload at work, even on lunch break.

2. Added spoken vocabulary words: Lellie (Ellie, his cousin), Brah-dee (Brody is no longer just Dee, well not always anyway), Bubba! (Bubbles!)

3. Understanding things more. Cooper knows when I say, "Coop, where is your snuggle bunny?" that I'm asking him where his security blanket/stuffed animal thingy is. He is becoming very attached to it and gives it lots of loves. [I almost said, "Loves on it," which is a phrase I've picked up living in the South. If you hear me say it, now you know what it means.] When I say, "Coop, let's go take a bath," he goes and stands at the side of the tub. If I say, "Where are your toys?" he looks for them or goes to get one. If I say, "Let's brush our teeth," he waits for his toothbrush. It is so fun to know he understands what I say to him more and more. So why doesn't he stop doing things when I say NO? Hmmm....selective listening has already begun.

4. Cooper enjoys immitating, either through words or actions. For instance, when I count the scoops of formula for his bottle, he repeats "Two, Three!" He likes to help me unload the dryer and put the clothes in the basket. But he will not usually immitate on cue. It has to be his idea.

Cooper loves to play his own version of tag. His version is to run towards you, not away. If you say, "I'm gonna get you," then he runs toward that person giggling with delight, and gives a hug. Not quite the way the game of tag works, but I like it better since I chase him around enough as it is anyway, and I love seeing his face lit up with excitement.

A Visit to Utah

We took a trip to Utah the end of July. Coop turned 10 months old while we were there.

So we got in early in the morning when normal human beings were asleep. We hadn't really seen any family yet, and got up to go to church. My sister decided to come to my parents' ward that day since I'd be there. Wouldn't you know in they walk with Calvin, and he and Coop are wearing the SAME shirts. Totally unplanned, purchased across the country from one another. Ha ha. It was pretty funny. So when we got home from church, we snapped a picture. Calvin was putting the Lincoln Logs to use Cooper was laughing at whatever adult was making a fool of themself behind the camera.
Cooper had so much fun with Calvin, especially putting hand prints all over Grammie's windows.Aunt Camyll and the Coopster

Papa and Cooper enjoying the swing.

Of course, Papa the landscape architect showed Cooper a plant or two around the pond. Cooper loved every minute of it.

Grammie, Calvin, Papa, and Cooper on the swing.

Calvin was off and running; it was all Coop could do to try to keep up. This was often the picture--Cooper trailing Calvin--wanting so badly to be a big boy too.

Momma and Cooper enjoying being at home in the backyard with beautiful lawn to sit on, and beautiful weather to enjoy it. We don't have lawn this green in NC!

Papa, Great Grandpa, Cooper and Momma

Great Grandma and Grandpa Christensen with Cooper

Tyler and Aspen having fun playing with Cooper

Grammie took the two boys for a wagon ride around the neighborhood. Cooper hadn't been in a wagon before and kept trying to stand up. By the time we left, he had learned to stay seated or the wagon would stop. He loved the wagon--Grammie's special treat!

Yeah, Mom, Grammie is taking me a on a fun wagon ride!

The next day we went up American Fork Canyon for a picnic. Daddy was sure to show Cooper all there was to see.

Cooper was just starting to learn to walk.

Coop loved his new backpack ride

Daddy loved giving Coop a backpack ride, perfect for a little hike.

We went up to Cascade Springs in hopes of having some cooler weather, and getting to see fish, ducks, and such. Yes we saw fish. But it was still hot! Here are the girls enjoying the shade.

Cassady, Camyll, Aspen, Chrystal, Mom

I liked these flowers at Cascade Springs.

And here are the BOYS--Cooper, Nathan, Jason, Calvin, and Tyler

The next day our cousins came for a visit. It was a crazy bunch of toddlers! Coop obviously loved it.

Calvin and Jaden are only days apart in age. They had so much fun playing together.

Cooper loved playing Grammie's piano. It was his first time playing a real piano, and he loved to pound away at the keys!

Cooper got to go to a "splash" park. There's a really great park near my parents' home that has water fountains and a stream and such, all made just for kids to play in. Cooper thought it was heaven.

This water is fun, Mom!

Me, Cal and Ruby saying goodbye

Tyler played with Cooper a lot and showed him lots of fun things.

Anna played with Cooper and let him climb all over while Tyler and I had a texting war. We all had the giggles. Cooper thought it was hilarious.

We went up to Park City and Coop tried on his first cowboy hat. His head is so big, it nearly fit. Ok, well not quite.
Cooper was determined to walk down Main Street.

Strollers are for babies, Mom. I'm a big boy!

Cooper and Tyler played basketball. Cooper's version was to roll the basketball down the hill. Who needs a basketball court that you can't crawl on? Grass is better!

Our last night we had dinner with the family, and the power went out. So here we are eating outside late in the evening. Poor Coop was completely exhausted after such a fun week and being two hours off schedule. His face reflects about how I felt at the end--happy but exhausted.

Thanks for such a fun trip family!!!! We love you!

Cooper Update

I know, I know, it's been like FOREVER since I posted anything, and lots of family have been telling me they need to get their Cooper fix. Life has been SO busy the last month or so it's all I can do to get the minimum done each day. Extra things like blogging? Hah, yeah right. I feel so bad I didn't get a 10-month milestone blog done, but we were out of town, and then I never got to it.


My friend, Mel, did a blog post about taking time to enjoy the day-to-day small things. I appreciated this since I've been trying to find little joys in each day. I try to spend time each day after work just playing with Cooper, doing whatever he wants to do. I get choked up just thinking about how much he changes every day. Spending time for the small things means my house isn't spotless clean and dishes are often left undone, dinner is late, I don't get to blog often or keep in touch with family and friends I miss so much, and don't watch much tv or take much time for myself, but it's all worth it when I get that hug, see that smile, and hear that little giggle.


In Cooper news, the boy is WALKING!!! Yep, we have a toddler. He has been toying with walking for months now, cruising along walls, furniture, and whatever he could balance with (balancing meaning like a 3-fingered lean). I kept wondering when he would just let go and walk. Well, this last week has been monumental for him. He gets more and more brave every day, but still walks with his right fist in the air for balance. It's hilarious. The only thing he doesn't do much yet, is get up in the middle of the floor. Nathan and my sister, Chelsey (nanny), say they've seen him do it, but I have yet to see proof. For now he just crawls to something he can pull up with, and then goes on walking. I promise that I'll post a video as soon as I can.


Cooper's "vocabulary" is also flourishing. He babbles all the time, and I often think he thinks I can understand him since he will babble to me and wait for a response. It's so adorable. In between the Cooper-babble the occasional actual word will pop up. He recently learned to say "Pop" (when I sing "Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree," and Uh-oh, which comes out more like uh-uuuh).

At about 10 months Coop learned to really play pat-a-cake, knowing how to "pat it" and "roll it." He also loves to roll his hands when someone sings "The Wheels on the Bus." His arm roll is hilarious with one arm stationary, and the other arm doing more of a back and forth swipe across the straight arm. He's not a performer and will rarely do things like this on command. You just have to catch him doing it.

Cooper LOVES our dog, Brody, and gets very excited every morning as we go down the stairs and Brody is there waiting. He loves to "pet" him, and thank goodness Brody is so patient. Sometimes Coop will toddle over to Brody and give him kisses (with an open mouth). A few times he's got a lick smack on his open mouth, and a few times he's got a dog hair or two in his mouth, but this doesn't hinder him from doing it again. Sometimes Brody gets annoyed and will get up and walk away, but Coop is likely to just follow. Poor Brody.

The not so cute things Cooper is starting to do are: scream like a banshee and wiggle away when changing his diaper; throw fits and hit. The diaper fits have been going on for awhile now, but seem to be getting worse. A few weeks ago I was changing a poopy diaper and he insisted on rolling over and crawling away before I had him totally clean. As I tried to lay him down, he smeared poop on my leg and on the carpet. Then just as I was getting close to being done, he peed all over me, the carpet, and his pajamas, all the while throwing a fit and screaming. Nathan came in the room to see what all the ruckus was about just as I finally got the diaper on. He tried to get me to laugh at it, but I was not laughing.

Coop used to be a biter, but only bit me, no one else. He would bite me while playing, or when mad, or sometimes he would just come over and bit me for no apparent reason. It was quite strange that it was only me. Then he started biting Chelsey too, but never Nathan. He's nearly over the biting now, but last week started hitting. I think he's learned that from his 4-year old cousin he gets babysat with every day, but I can't say for sure. He hits her, and has hit me several times when I told him no to something. The kicking, screaming fits of a 2-year-old have already started and he's not even 1! I chalk it up to him being frustrated that he wants to be so independent and can't communicate his wants or needs as well as he wants to.

I gotta get back to work, since I'm doing this on my quick lunch break. I'll try to get photos up soon. Have lots to share! Miss you all and love you!!

Missing my Baby

A week ago I was in Atlanta on business for a few days. It was the first time I'd ever been away from my baby overnight. I tried to tell myself to enjoy the time away. The lure of a full night's sleep should have been enough. But I missed my Cooper terribly. I was only gone two nights, but it seemed like forever. The first night I hardly slept a wink; tossed and turned all night. Stupid hotel mattress. That's my excuse any way.

I called Nate the next morning to see how the night went. Just before bed time (I'd been gone 5 hrs.), Cooper seemed to realize I was gone, and crawled from room to room in the house calling out, "Mama! Mama!" He crawled to the kitchen, to the master bathroom, all my usual hang outs in the house (note that he didn't look for me on the couch). ;) When I wasn't there, he sat down and cried.

Nate told me that, and I started bawling and said, "That's it! I'm coming home." He assured me Cooper was happy the next morning as usual and they were enjoying their father and son bonding time.

I barely made it through to Tuesday and drove home so fast that I made the 4-1/2 hr drive only 3-1/2 hours. I figured if I got pulled over for speeding, I'd tell the officer that I'd been away from my baby for 72 hours, and was desperate to get home before his bed time.

When I walked in the door and said, "Hey Booboo!" the grin on his face was priceless. He was eating dinner, but I picked him up from the high chair, messy hands and face and all, and gave him a big hug and kiss. He hugged me so tight and kept pulling his head back to look at my face, and then hugged me again.

Do you ever get to the point when leaving your kids is easy?

A Visit to Historic Latta Plantation

I am making a list of all the things I want to do/visit while living in Charlotte. Historic Latta Plantation was on the top of my list since it is close to home, and I love historical sites and such.

We started out the day with a picnic, which really turned into a fight to keep the giant-sized ants from over-taking us. They were all over the place, even on the stroller! Yuck! We ate fast, and got out of there. Looking back, I should have taken a picture. I've never seen black ants that big in my life!

Latta Plantation is a living plantation where they have tours, barnyard animals, gardens, and such. It sounded so cool, and I had in my mind Boone Hall, the plantation we visited in SC when I was 12, which has the long driveway with the mossy oak trees; a stereotype of the Antebellum period plantations. Latta Plantation was quite different from that, so it was a bit of a letdown at the time we went, but looking back, it's pretty amazing for what it is. The house was built in 1800, so it was quite exquisite for it's time. This is a view of the front of the house where the front door is.

The day we went they happened to have gold panning with sand/dirt from Reed's gold mine. For $2 we got to try our hand at one pan of dirt. I was hoping to strike it rich, but got nothing. After sifting through the bowl of dirt for what seemed like forever, searching for the ever tiniest spec of gold, I decided that I was not patient enough to be a gold prospector. Won't be quitting my desk job just yet.
Liz and Ellie tried to get rich too. No luck.

Chelsey got a little lucky. She found a small red garnet in her gold pan and got to bring it home. Not bad for a $2 investment. Well, maybe she broke even. ;o)

The house had a couple of slaves quarters to tour. The original plantation had 34 slaves. More on that later. Here's Chelsey and Cooper in front of one of the slave cabins.
We stopped to take a picture of Ellie at the water well, and just as she was smiling for the camera, this sheep started bleating. It scared her to death, which made us adults laugh. Cooper wasn't sure what to think, but it was the first time he'd seen live barnyard animals. He also saw chickens and a mule.

Coop was so hot and sweaty, but still smilin'!

After our hot plantation visit, we went and got slushies at the gas station and ate them at a park near home. Coop was being so cute with Ellie and Chelsey. Had to snap a picture. Chelsey babysits Ellie and Cooper.

More on my feelings about the plantation. There was a museum on site that listed each slave by name and their estimated value. There were also letters from the plantation owner to other plantation owners regarding the buying/selling of slaves. It was a very sobering tour. As I looked at the slave cabins, I wondered how on earth they survived in such conditions. Having my baby with me, I wondered how the women bore children, and how they raised babies on dirt floors. The most sobering was seeing a price of $400 or $100 next to a person's name. I nearly cried reading through some of the information. What a debasing practice slavery was. It sickens me to think of the suffering and humiliation borne by slaves on these plantations, and I almost felt silly touring it. But at the same time, it is one of those things that must be remembered so it is not repeated by future generations. I am so thankful to live in this time when human rights are for ALL humans.

The Saturday we went, it must have been in the upper 90s, nothing like sweltering, muggy, Southern summer weather to drive home the point that I live in the South, and to remind me how thankful I am for air conditioning, flooring in homes, kitchen appliances, the list goes on and on. As sweat dripped down my forehead and back, I couldn't imagine working in the kitchen house with a hot stove or fire all day! Guess I won't complain so much next time I pop something in the microwave for dinner.