Over used phrases in our household

I have found that I have a few key phrases that I say all day long. And I say them so often and so liberally I find myself saying them to anything in the house that moves. Dog, cats, babies.
Some of my favorites are:

-Get that out of your mouth. (This one applies to all species in my household.)
-No! (I must say this 5,294 times a day)
-Don't touch that.
-Stop
-Don't (I say this so often that Bear now runs around saying "Dote, dote, dote."
-Sit (yes this is not soley used for the dog.)
-That goes in your mouth and not on the floor. (this is used at meal times now that Noah has discovered the dog will eat what he does not want to.)

And last but not least, my favorite:
-I love you!

A rant because this is mine and I can.

Why is it when a man does something around the house, even the smallest thing, he ends the task with the words, "you're welcome." And not just in a regular every day tone. It is in this weird special tone. I do not know how to describe it. Like he just single handedly saved the world from certain total destruction tone.
We bathed the dog today. At the end, he looks at me and says, "you're welcome." WHAT? IT IS YOUR DOG TOO! I did not say this out loud, although I am sure that the expression on my face spoke it loud and clear. What does he mean by "you're welcome." I don't make meals, set it down in front of him and say, "you're welcome." No I do it because it is a part of team work. Team work that makes this family run.
I am writing all of this in kind of a I find this to be kind of humorous tone, but it kind of bugs me. It makes me want to scream sometimes. Is he the only one? Is it all men? Are they born with this? Is it something that they are taught growing up? How do I keep Noah from doing this?
I think that this is what is wrong with today's kids. They expect to be given something for everything they do. Whatever happened to just good old helping out just to help another human being out? I know that I sound like my grandma. But she was a very wise woman and I should of listened to her more. Well hind sight eh?
Anyways. It is now my mission to raise Noah so that he knows there are just certain things that you do. You do them not because you want something in return or because you want to be congratulated or because anyone will notice and you want to look good. You do it because it is the right thing to do.

Okay I posted this and then while changing Bears diaper, I realized that I made Johnathan out to be lazy. Let me clarify. He is not. He is a wonderful husband and father. I could not ask for anything different then what he adds to our lives. I just get a little frustrated when he says "you're welcome" before I can say "thank you."

What do I do?

For a couple of months Noah was waking up at 5am. Ready to face the day. I was not so ready. It did not matter what time I kept him up until, he would wake at 5 on the nose. On his birthday he stayed up until 9pm and slept until 7am. It was glorious! So this last week we worked on a new schedule and he would stay awake until 830 and sleep until 730. This morning I woke up at 7 and went about my day. The time is now 824 and The Bear still is not awake. What do I do? Obviously he is tired, but can you get to much sleep?
And another question to all you mothers. I started giving Noah whole milk last night, and he hates it. What do I do there? He is supposed to have it right? He is still breast feeding, but I am pretty sure I read that he was supposed to have whole milk at age 1. I am going to ask the Dr tomorrow at our well baby check, but mothers advice is so much better coming from a woman!

First Haircut

Okay, Daddy Bear finally broke me down and we went today to get the dreaded first haircut. I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't tell you why if I wanted too. I just did not want to see my baby change I guess. There has been so much change this weekend, I think I felt over loaded. But we went and it went really well. He sat very still during the whole thing. Well until the barber pulled out the vaccuum to clean him off. I got a lock of his hair to keep. I really wanted to get down and pick up every hair off the ground too. I almost yelled at the guy when he pulled out the broom to brush it off the chair. How dare he dismiss my sons fallen hair like that! But I didn't. I contained myself. Here are some pictures of the event.

DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA... (Sing that to the tune of the Star Wars song.)

BEFORE...

DURING...

AFTER...

Another new addition to the family

We have really wanted a dog for awhile now. I have been looking on Craigslist and at all the local animal shelters. Nothing really felt right. And the ones that did feel right were given away before we could see them. I was really getting discouraged about it, but I had to keep reminding myself that if it is meant to be, it will be. On Saturday we went to the local humane society and looked at dogs but the one we liked couldn't come with us because of Noah. He was a jumper. And the other one we looked at just did not like us at all. So we came home dogless. After we put Noah to bed I decided to look at Craigslist one more time. There was an ad on there for a Great Dane. But it had been posted at 11am so I thought there was no way she was still available. But I called and the guy said that he had been gone all day and was just walking out of the movie theater and I was the first one he had talked too even though he had a phone full of messages. We arranged a time to go to Lynnwood and see her the next morning. As soon as we walked in the house she took right to Johnathan. She was also very behaved with Noah crawling, stepping and "petting" her. So we brought her home. Her name is Tela and she truly is a gentle giant. She stands a couple inches lower than my hips, but she can rest her face on the counter and stick her face down in the sink. The cats are still getting used to her. Belle has once again shown herself to be the true Alpha Male in the house. She took a couple of swipes at Tela and now Tela won't go near her. She jumped over the couch instead of walking near Belle. She is between 140-150 lbs. We will find out as soon as we take her to the vet this week. Johnathan calls her my dog but secretly I think that he thinks of her as his.

The Birthday

I am just going to post a few pictures of his party, I will write more later when I have a little more time. It went great. I was telling Johnathan last night that we have some really great friends and it was so good to celebrate Noahs 1st birthday with them. The party was bug themed and that is why everyone is wearing antenae.

This is Noah hogging the sand box...

And my favorite picture of the afternoon is....

This was after he ate a boat full of sand. I had to snap a picture too. Mean, probably. However I feel that as "Mother" I may need to remind him of this moment in the future.

A year in review