Eight Months

A few special facts about our little baguette:
If we open anything (clothes drawers, the dryer, fridge, dishwasher, or cabinets) he mad dashes for the opportunity to pull everything out of it
He thinks the Koala face that graces the computer's wallpaper is real and he tries to pet it
Daddy has maintained the position of Khage's favorite parent for sometime now
When he's tired he turns incredibly clumsy and is sure to fall, trip, or bonk his head on something if we don't pick him up pronto
All too often you can find him banging on the backdoor and yelling to get the doggies attention
He can destroy his freshly cleaned room in under a minute
Tries to climb into his wagon for rides and pouts when we take him out of it
Has four teeth but hes missing the top two middle ones
Every day the tops of his feet are stained with soot, evidence from crawling around on the bricks from the fireplace
His version of a laugh is similar to the sounds of an old man gasping for air
Likes it when we dance wildly with him
He loves finger foods and hates his bottles
Cries when daddy acts like hes dropping him then catches him at the last second
Gets outta control excited when we play in a blanket fort
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we are trying to accept that although he is growing up so fast he will always be our precious little baby boy.

The Garage

The garage at our house is Daddy's domain. Khage and I avoid it at all costs. Parking the car in the garage is as deep as our relationship with that space goes. Its filthy, unairconditioned, full of stuff that we don't get to play with and it comes with rules that we don't want to have to play by. These rules, such as "if you use it put it back where you got it", can really ruin the fun in playing in the dirty garage, therefor Daddy can have that dingy place all to himself.
Until I offered to help Brad change his break pads in the dually while Khage napped. This required me venturing out into the unknown and I was a bit nervous. What started as me assisting Brad turned into: me for the first time successfully replacing a part in a really big truck by myself all the while getting grease and grime under my finger nails and allover my face and sweating in places I didn't think was possible.

Then my little main man woke up and he wanted to get him some of that grimeyness.

And just in case you thought this was staged...

And then Daddy let Khage loose for a little fun of tinkering around in a place that is usually off limits.

QUESTION: Whats the difference between the Mommy and the Daddy?

ANSWER: When the baby eats dinner and gets food all over himself & his chair and they both end up looking like thisthe mommy wipes his face gently but thoroughly with a wet cloth to be sure all the food smudgies and crusties are washed away and then separately cleans his chair piece by piece at the sink
...
but the daddy opts for the easier & quicker (& fun'er) method that looks like this:leaving the baby in the dirty chair, taking both out to the front yard and hosing them both down all at the same time.

Now lets re ask the original question:
Whats the difference between the Mommy and the Daddy?
Daddy is incredibly efficient and also incredibly white trash.
While Mommy is neither.
I guess at the end of the day all that matters is that we have ourselves a clean baby.

A post about a wagon.

^{Lets start off with a recap of my dream from last week:}
I am walking around Goodwill and I stumble upon an amazing wagon for Khage. Like one of those perfect little red wagons that every little boy should own and the very same one that Dennis the Menace would tow behind his bicycle and it was always full of cool junk that he would use to reek havoc on Mr. Wilson.

After having this dream I could not get Goodwill outta my mind and I wouldn't stop buggin Brad about it. I wanted needed to go just in case my dream was foreshadowing the future finding of my Khage's little red wagon. Could you just imagine stumbling upon a rusted little classic wagon that could come with years and years of fun for a little boy and totally enjoyable for the whole family? I picture us refinishing it and pulling him around the block in it and in later years Khage wearin overalls and filling it full of dirt and rocks?

So this weekends I found out that the Goodwill has these days where everything is 50% off and I definitely don't mind getting a classic toy for half price. And just to be sure our wagon was not purchased by someone else we went early before the doors even opened... surprisingly so did everyone else and that whole line of people were ready to race me to OUR wagon!

I know what your thinking... "she's crazy, her dreams are not magical crystal balls that see into the future, the Goodwill is not gonna have the Dennis the Menace wagon and she needs to be checked into a home where she can get the help she needs."

I say your WRONG on all counts.



My dream did see into the future, Goodwill did have our wagon and I will not be going to a home for crazy people with obsessisions with chilidish toys.

I cannot express to you how excited I am about this wagon. It is exactly what I dreamed about and my baby already loves it. We pull him around the house in it and he lays there as still as ever just simply enjoying his litte red wagon.

Sweet little Sunday

Today was such a lovely day. As a family we lounged and napped and let the little one rummage in the fridge. I cant help but follow him around very paparazzi style. I'm trying to find balance between being that mother who enjoys all those moments behind the camera and the mother who regrets not documenting any of those simply sweet moments. I'm over the moon with love for this kid.

Let me formally introduce you to...

J.R. Also known as Jolly Rancher Face.

Khage has been wearing this face for the past three days.


At our house were full of making up fun nicknames. Maybe its obvious, maybe its not, but he got this little name from lookin like hes sucking on a jolly rancher candy. He actually had me fooled for the whole first day, I would see this face and run over to dig around in his mouth looking for small objects that he may have found on the floor and shoved into his little cheerio shoot. Turns out hes just extremely fond of sucking on invisible fruit candies... hey the boy can wish cant he?

(oh the hat you ask? well that little adorableness is courtesy of Auntie Cole. It's stupid with cuteness isn't it?)

A few snippets from this month

I am trying to get into the habit of snapping pictures whenever Khage is up to some of his old tricks. Problem is once I'm done I have a bunch of random pictures with no topic of their own to blog about. So these little snippets will just have share a post about my baby lookin cute with his little cheeser face.

{busted playing in the tupperware cabinet}

{daddy busted putting his offspring in the dryer}

{the giggly face that I could just munch on all darn day long}

{did i mention i love this face?}

{my new puppy}

{him feeling cool for standing on mommy and daddies bed}

Pricey little chew toy

He has finally done it. Let me inform you of just how he has done it. Just the other day I get Khage outta his crib to find these little specks of brown on his face. Not much yes, but in the land of mommy it's cause for concern. Now this activates my motherly instinct alarm and it goes off full swing. I immediately start panicking thinking its blood... and the worst case scenario starts taking over my brain. I start beating myself up mentally with this thought process: "he fell, he was standing in his crib crying and worked himself into a frenzy and fell. I didn't hear him and he was yelling my name and I didn't hear him fall or his cries of panic and pain and now theres blood everywhere". We both know he doesn't talk nor is there blood all over the child but you try explaining rationality to a mother who thinks she sees blood on her babies face.

I then run to his crib, with baby in tow, and find no pool of blood. Makes sense right considering when I just took him out I didn't see any then either. So I set Khage in his crib while I put my detective hat on to get to the bottom of this mess. You need to know Khage doesn't take kindly to hanging out in his crib when hes not sleeping so he stands up eager to be pulled back out... which is the same moment that I see this (upper right corner of the lower left quadrant) Chew marks?... yes chew marks, like a Labrador got ahold of his crib rail. I then say "Khage what is this nonsense?" which to him is a perfectly suitable time to reenact the cause of the damage
Like a Labrador, he too knows when hes in trouble and the only acceptable thing to do is lower his head in shame and grovel.

SIDENOTE: I am attempting to make light of a horrible situtation. Just so we are clear - I am not okay whith him "distressing" very expensive household items. I wanted to whap him (whaps being ligther then a spanking). But I didnt. Although he did get a good stern talking to and his crib got a protective shield.

Seven Months Old

A few special facts about our little baguette:
He scurries around the house all day from room to room getting into mischief
We still cant change his diaper without him flip floppin everywhere
Loves to be read Brown Bear Brown Bear What do You See?
He signs the word milk... but uses it for everything
Yells, kinda rude like, when he wants more of something
At his last doctors appointment he was in the 80 percentile for height
He cut his third tooth and its a snaggler (top tooth to the left)
He likes to sharpen that snaggle tooth on the railing of his crib
Drinks his bottles with his hands above his head playing with his hair all ballerina style
He has finally grown an attachment to one of his toys (a stuffed dog named Wilbie)
All day long we pull strands of mommies hair out of his mouth
His daily mission is to get his hands on the toilet, the toilet bowl brush or the plunger
Has the most adorable cheesy smirk I have ever seen on a face
He crawls around the house with a baby wipe hanging out of his mouth like a dog
He loves the sound of his own scream
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all too often we say out loud how lucky we are that that adorable personality belongs to our little boy.

Our baby outdoors.