Category: Roman

Let me introduce you to our resident climber…Roman Cole Seyfried. Oh my goodness…you turn your head for one minute and he’s standing on top of the train table, the rocking chair, the step stool in the bathroom, etc. Look out world!

It’s so hard to believe that Roman is already a year old!!!
He’s such a great little guy…laid back and spirited at the same time, always ready to smile, very loving (physical touch is definitely one of his love languages), a big (and messy) eater, and an explorer through and through.
We ended up taking a trip to the pediatrician’s office on his birthday and having a quiet day at home because Jonas was sick (he had strep), but we still had a fun day together.
He had a blast at his birthday party this afternoon, playing with Pops and Maw, Aunt Julie, Mommy and Daddy, and Jonas and Xander. (The proof is in the cupcake on his face…ha!)

I’ve been waiting to see who Roman would choose to be his special stuffed animal friend. When he was a baby, it was definitely his green elephant lovey that our dear friends, The Reamers, gave him when he was born. Now that he’s a toddler (it’s crazy to think about how fast he’s growing), he’s been walking around carrying the gray monkey Pops and Maw gave him for Christmas. When I lay him down in his bed to sleep, he crooks his little arm around him and makes the sweetest little contented noises. And whenever he sees him, he says, “Ah ah ah!” (I think because we say, “Roman, what does a monkey say? Ooo ooo ooo ah ah ah!”). It’s so funny how the stuffed animal friends the boys have chosen reflect their personalities…Jonas has Pooh bear (maybe Tigger is truer to his personality but still…haha!), Xander has Wolfie and his Little Lambies, and Roman has Monkey. So sweet!!!

At fifty-two weeks, Roman is: speeding up the walking (and getting more bumps and bruises along the way); laying down in his bed drowsy but awake more often than not and drifting off to sleep peacefully; taking two naps a day and wanting to go to bed a little earlier than he used to because he dropped his late afternoon nap; carrying around things when he’s walking…like his sleep sack and stuffed animal friend Monkey; and cutting two teeth on the top (it’s totally changing his look).

At fifty-one weeks, Roman is: shoveling in the food (he definitely wins the messiest eater award…holy cow…even with a bib…he has to have a full wardrobe change after every meal); dancing to his favorite music; and wait for it…walking (he looks like a cross between a T. Rex and George Jefferson when he’s walking…cracks me up).

In his fiftieth week, Roman is: saying “cracker”; taking a few unassisted steps here and there; and burning it up on the slide in the bonus room (he crawls up the slide, scoots down the slide, and stands at the top bouncing up and down, playing peek-a-boo and shrieking with delight at his brothers as they play).

At forty-nine weeks, Roman is: doing the sign for music; saying “that one”; clapping; and totally emerging as our music lover.

In his forty-eighth week, Roman is: saying “uh oh” (as well as “bye bye” and “DaDa”); joining in with our Jonas-led prayer at the table (it’s the sweetest little prayer that Jonas prays at preschool meal times with his teachers and friends…”Open and shut them, open and shut them, give a little clap, give a little clap, open and shut them, open and shut them, lay them in your lap…God our Father, God our Father, once again, once again, we bow our heads and thank you, bow our heads and thank you, amen…”)…Roman opens and shuts his little hands and claps and even sings and gets a serious look on his face…so adorable!

In his forty-seventh week, Roman is: really starting to make a connection with the non-verbal communication thing…he’s having a bit of a signing explosion…doing the signs for “eat”, “milk”, “bath”, “brush teeth”, and “sleep”.

At forty-six weeks, Roman is: trying oranges and egg yolks and clapping his hands together at meal times, bed times, and diaper changing times to show his signs for “more” and “book” and “change”.

In his forty-fifth week, Roman is: trying corn, blackberries, and kiwi (overall, he’s ramping up on the finger foods and loving it); starting to bear crawl for some reason; standing for a few seconds on his own; and taking his first few steps (he by no means is walking yet…he’s still super into cruising and crawling…but I have a feeling that he will be soon).

At fourty-four weeks, Roman is: cracking us up with the little dance he does when he hears music (he was ALL about Uncle Darren’s hand drumming…I’m thinking he might be our most musical little guy yet) and loving his first snow.

In his forty-third week, Roman is: trying for all of his life to stand up in his high chair (are you kidding me?!?); spitting out his pacifier whenever there’s food or drink around (much to the amusement of his older brothers); and enjoying his first Christmas.

At forty-two weeks, Roman is: pushing chairs across the kitchen floor like walking toys and trying his little hands out at fingerpainting (he ate his fair share but he had no creative fear).