Yesterday's Laundry.

Yesterday while I was working on the daily grind I put Khagey in his dirty clothes tin so I could switch the clothes over. I don't often force my baby to play in his dirty clothes hamper but I couldn't set him on the hard floor and I just needed some quick use out of two hands. I was all ready for him to drop one of his nasty little attitudes; one of the same ones that has been rearing its ugly head the last few days. Just to be sure were all on the same page here: Khage has an adorable face its the attitude that has the ugly head. So after I place him in the tin and prep my ears for some serious backtalk all I get outta the kid is smiles and giggles. Just when I wanted to write the day off as a "cranky day" he goes and makes faces like this, and it reminds me how incredibly whooped I am over him.

Heading off to work.

Lets hope he doesn't get pulled over. I don't think the truck is registered in Texas yet.

Avocado anyone?

Our little one is finally eating solids. After much deliberation Bradley and I decided to pass on the rice cereal and jump right into the fruits and vegetables... with avocados being first on the menu.
It was so cute to watch his little face light up in disgust at the first few spoonfuls.


Once he came to realize that his disgusted face wasnt gonna work on us, he graduated into gagging... then eventually just swallowing with minimal amounts of excitement.


And now he gets excited at the site of the bowl and spoon.

My First Mother's Day.

I am still so excited about last week being Mothers Day. I have to be honest I never really thought about being a mother. I wasn't one of the girls growing up playing with dolls and earnestly waiting for a real baby to take the place of my cabbage patch. In fact I liked my cabbage patch doll just the way she was; beans sewn into her tuckus and that cabbage patch smell of baby powder and vanilla... no dirty diapers or poo stink to deal with.

Sadly I had to grow up, and sadly Tina (my cabbage patch doll) got tossed away and many a years later I became a mommy. I went from dressing a doll that remained still all through her clothes changes to a squirmy wormy that cant sit still long enough for his stinky diaper to be replaced with a fresh one... and I couldn't be happier!

I have loved the last few months of being some kids mama all too much. So much that I am sure Khage is gonna be hellraiser in his teens because I lucked out too much with his silly passively charming personality. Hes not perfect, don't let me send you the wrong kinda notions, but man oh man even on his worst day I smile because hes mine... cranky and yelling at me from the backseat but still mine.

So, on this Mothers Day, the first of sooo many to come I sit here thankful. Thankful that God blessed me with an opportunity to experience the birth of my baby, raise him into a little human being with a personality all his own, and enjoy these wonderful moments that mean so little to everyone else but so much to a mother.

I love you Skiddy Rumpus, thank you for turning me from a girl who played with deliciously smelling dolls to a mommy that is all too often fighting off the stenches that come along with hanging out with you.

Happy Easter

Today he looked like this

And it made this mama smile.
All because I love to see my little big boy in overalls.
I look forward to the day that Khage runs around in a raggedy old pair with holes in the knees, patches on the butt, and dirt in his pockets.

BUSTED!

His new little scheme involves the trusty ol'bumbo. This little dude has never sat in this baby seat properly. He is always hanging over the side with one leg tucked into the chair and other one sticking out far enough that he can skim the surface of the counter or floor. Well now that he wants his greedy little hands on everything, he has taught his little conniving self to scoot across the counter in hot pursuit of some goods. The goods being anything out of reach that he knows he shouldn't have, I figure this because his toy can be sitting next to him and he doesn't bother risking his life for something age appropriate.

After I placed him in the bumbo in the middle of the counter, I started to notice that he kept getting closer and closer to the edge and farther away from his rattle. So for all you other mommies who are housing little ones capable of such trickery, be sure your bumbo sits on the floor where the most damage that can be done is the consumption of dog hair.

I am just thankful so far that I am one step ahead of this future delinquent.

One Third of a Year Old

A few special facts about out little baguette:
Sometimes we can hear him giggling from the backseat of the car
If we let him sleep in our bed he rewards us with an extra hour of sleep
He clenches his jaw when he gets mad
Watching Teddy makes him laughs
When we get water in his face or accidentally dunk him in the bath he never cries over it
His baby noises sound like he's saying Dada
He stares at big people food like we never feed him
He loves to be thrown up in the air
When hes hungry hes starving and he lets us know
Has a blow out just about everyday
He laughs out loud when daddy tickles him with his beard
Most of the day is spent with a smile on his face
He never cries when we take something away from him except for his food
(That he gets from me)
He loves to watch fire
(That he gets from Daddy)
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We couldn't imagine a single day without getting to see his smiley face.

G is for Grin.

Gooby is up to some new tricks. He's really working hard to work us over. He has this new little grin and it is outta this world with cuteness. Brad and I are putting in some serious amounts of overtime trying to get this kid to show us this smile as often as possible ...



By the way, can it be said too much how fun being a parent is?
I am truly enjoying all {most} moments of it. Its like hanging out with your best friend, who happens to be a midget, all day long.... and they laugh at all your jokes and love your silly made-up words. But on the down side, your midget friend demands that you carry him up two flights of stairs more then twice a day. Now that I think about it, I cant wait for my midget to be walking... or at least standing on his own so I can put him down to take breather breaks.

Look Mom, I'm a Real Boy.

In our eyes, Khage is finally becoming a real little person. Since he was born he has been our little baby, our little baby that cries, poops, then repeats. But now he is finally seeing things he didn't before and wanting to touch things to find out what they are.

It all started last week around 2 in the morning. I woke up to a scratching noise that was coming from his pack n play... with my vision being kinda blurry (again I remind you it was two in the morning) all I could see was him in there playing contently, so I wasn't going to ask questions.

The following day and every time since then he has continued to make this noise, sometimes as long as thirty minutes. Come to find out its him in there scratching away at the side of the pack n play. For reasons all his own he prefers to do this after a nap vs. crying to be taken out. I loved him as a wee lil' baby but boy do I adore him even more now that he's getting his weird little personality.


(Ignore my crummy camera work... I tried to be cool and do some zooming action)