toddler-ized nursery

So maybe I made a mistake with having baby blue everywhere in Whitaker's nursery. Now that he's entering toddlerhood I'm desperately trying to keep up and update his room. I also got inspiration from the book 'Raising your child the Montessori way'. They strongly encourage each child having their own individual space. A safe place. haven. quiet zone. play area. And let's be honest- I'm more than willing to haul all the toys scattered about every where and put them in Whitaker's room. The updating has been slow...but I've made some progress.

fab find : we've grown...

...our cloth diaper stash, that is!
10 brand spankin' new Sposoeasy diaper's arrived today. Whitaker is ever so slowly growing out of his current cloth diaper stash, one by one, so for Christmas, Gama got him the next size up in cloth diapers. (i know, he'll be thrilled).
Actually I've been building up a gift(toy) stash combined of great deals and garage sale bargains that I'm gonna have my mom claim as her own. She would NEVER but a cloth diaper underneath a Christmas tree. EVER. (i on the other hand- see no shame.) So we're secretly swapping out gifts.
Anywho back to my Sposoeasy diapers. (ahem, Whitaker's diapers) I had one for the longest time and it was my favorite. It held up better than the BumGenius 3.0, dried the fastest, and has the best aplix system.

I also bit the bullet and bought a wetbag/diaper pail bag that hangs on a door knob. It's by Planet Wise and so far i'm loving the size and awesome print it came in. Plus, it zippers closed so I'm hoping that will put an end to the nasty waft that was from Whit's diaper pail.

**disclaimer: this post was specifically written for a few individuals that i am attempting to convert to cloth diapering. If you were utterly bored to tears reading about diapers and nasty smells, so sorry. Next post will include a cute kid WEARING a diaper and well, looking cute :)

Hi Dada.

"Hi, Dada."
(note: said completely unprompted while havng his diaper changed by Joel)
That's a full sentence, right!?! So there you have it, Whitaker speaks! And why shouldn't the first real sentence Whitaker says contain the most important person in his life, Dada. Truly, Joel astounds that despite a full school load, job, and general stress, he always has more than enough time to hang out with Whitaker. I can't wait to give Joel 12 more babies who he will fall in love with and in turn they will be completely and utterly enamored with all things 'Dada.'
I know I'm the most blessed mom out there, because the one I share parental duties with, more often than not, carries the majority of the weight. He bathes, He changes, He clothes, He wipes, He plays, He teaches, He roughhouses, He feeds, He protects, He hugs, He kisses. He does it all.

We love you Daddy-o. You're one an a million.

he's so...

kissable...

huggable...

unbelievable...

everything he does make my heart shine!

(i think that's how that country song goes)

halloween at playgroup

at least his shirt was smiling.

My favorite costume of the night.

A baby Monkey, Superman, Angel, Bug, Pumpkin, Skunk, Ballerina, Elephant and Lamb all in one picture. Phew! We did it!

music man.

hello november

ohio brings out its finest in the fall.