Ding Dong.

Khage got a delivery the other day. I say the other day but this could very well have taken place weeks ago... all my days kinda blend together. I was just informed at Khage's 12 month appointment that he is in fact older then 13 months...

I know shocked the heck outta me too.

That just goes to show you I cant be trusted, my biological clock is on the fritz. 

Khage got this special little delivery from Auntie Lissa and Patrick as a combined birthday slash Christmas gift.

He opened his gift in record time and was bombarded with so many fun things. Dr Seuss books, a personalized onsie that is literally the softest fabric I have ever felt (which caused Brad to state that from this point on he will only wear clothes made from 100% polyester... oh dear someone save me from my eighty year old husband), a personalized bib and lastly a pair of Dr. Seuss Thing 1 and Thing 2 Converse high tops. I am not sure I have ever laid my eyes on a cuter pair of shoes. Sadly they were a few sizes too small but that didn't stop Brad and I from trying to squeeze Khage's size 5 foot into a size 3.

And it starts, I am trying to force my child into clothing items that are too small... maybe its best I don't have a daughter.

 

 

I am sure you can tell by his expressions that he loves all his fun gifts. Thanks again sister.
Sidenote: yes my baby can read books upside down... I have said it before and I will say twice more my baby is a genius.
My baby is a genius.

Stuck.

This is what happened the other day.

He got stuck standing on his little mini chair. Yes, stuck. He couldn't get down and instead of attempting to get off on his own he resorted to just standing there all Gilligan's Island stranded on his mini chair. Apparently he thought it was a pretty steep drop from the mini chair to the ground because he wouldn't even attempt it.

Pop quiz, have we ever discussed how Khage has zero patience, and will cry for help the minute he cant figure something out and not even attempt to problem solve?

No? Well now you got to see it first hand.

And whats up with his pants situation?

You got me, I'm just the mother.

Resolution.

This poor kid used to slumber like this; all kicked back, feet up, with the
pacifier stuck in his face

 But then it came time for pesky little New Year's resolutions.

First we pondered potty training.

No we didn't he is way too young, but for the sake of the story lets say we pondered it.

No that wouldn't work. Then our minds went Star-spangled banner. Could he memorize it? Could we film it, post it online and possibly make it on youtube as the Youngest Most Patriotic Baby Ever? We could get a few hits I'm sure and then I could go ahead and cross off becoming a film director as my resolution. It was a festive option, but again too young and his vocabulary hasn't even hit Mama yet, so dang it America get in line.

So the only other valid option was the pacifier. Yes the ginky (pronounced binky with a G instead of a B) had to go. We know we didn't want to play around with loosing it over a long designated drawn out period, we wanted to cold turkey it. Shabang. Whammy. Adios. Sayonara. Are you follow me?

So the first night it was bad. Like trying to convince Brad to not shower after a haircut bad. Screams and yells coming at me with little time for deflection. The putting to bed was fine, but once he woke up an hour later he screamed f o r e v e r. We took turns patting his back, shushing him, and trying our best to comfort him without actually picking him up.

Until Daddy actually picked him up.

Daddy cracked. What a good loving Daddy. Me on the other hand? Eh, when I'm on a mission I'm straight coldhearted. But that sweet loving Daddy brought him into our bed where Khage fell right to sleep. And the next morning I snatched up all those ginkys and they got what was coming to them.

I chopped off all the tips. Enough that he could no longer hold it in his mouth without using his hands. And I gave them back to him saying key phrases like broken, gone, no more. He tried a few more times to use the pacifiers but bloop they would fall right out of his mouth!

And five days later without a single slip up this boy is officially off the wagon.

I think he deserves an award for New Years Resolution completed the quickest.

These words.

Its almost ten o'clock at night and both my guys are sleeping. I'm tired but I know the minute my head hits the pillow I will be wondering why I felt the need to jump into bed prematurely. I always do that, I blow my level of tiredness out of proportion and then I just lie there mentally beating myself up for getting into bed before I knew without a doubt I could even fall asleep. So here I sit, tired but not tired enough. And then I stumbled upon this and it shook every ounce of tiredness I had.

Do you ever hear a song and think the song was written for you. Well I don't. But sometimes I think I may have been the muse for some quotes floating around out there. And this quote is no exception. The minute I read it I was all hook, line and sinker.

I don't know why I just chose to use a fish reference here or even if I applied it correctly.

You know... when in Rome?

Anyway this quote is amazing. He took the words right out of my mouth, then thesaurused my words to make them more applicable, and used proper grammar, all the while sounding very Plato meets Sarah Mclachlan. Now I'm ruining it for you, just read the quote.

“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”

Louis de Bernieres

Beautiful.

2 Years and Counting.

Brad and I just celebrated our two year anniversary. Don't let that little number fool you... we have been together for alot longer then a measly 750 days. Neither of us can really remember exactly how long and if your interested in the nittygritty of how we met click here. That link will take you back.

Not back to the year we met, its not a time travel portal.

Sheesh. Where did I find you people?

Its the link to our very first blog post and it breaks down our meet-cute. A term I learned while watching romantic comedies... it describes a situation in which a future romantic couple meets for the first time in a way that is considered adorable, entertaining, or amusing. I copied that from wikipedia. This isn't school I can use them as a source if I want.

With two years under our marriage belt it was about the time that we put our marriage to the test. Newlywed Game style. We asked various questions and we got a point for every time our answers matched.

1) Which cereal would Brad say described Jamee when they first met: Oatmeal Squares, Frosted Flakes, Lucky Charms, Fruit Loops or Sugar Puffs?

We both said Fruit Loops

(1 point)

2) If Jamee could choose one item of Brads to throw away, what would it be?

Jamee: Those nasty red basketball shorts that are all flimsy, stained, and deteriorating right now.

Brad: The red gym shorts that I am wearing right now. ahhh i really do hate them.

(1 point)

3) Not many people know this but Brad is ___________.

Jamee: A good sewer.
Brad: Anti bloated government! and excuse us while we go discuss this because I have no idea what he is talking about!
(0 points)
4) If Brad died what animal would he come back as?
Jamee: A chupacabra, because no one ever sees them because their stealth abilities.
Brad: A hawk because I would be ontop of the food chain and its illegal for people to shoot me. This is so him, I am upset that I didnt think of this first.
(0 points)

5) What is the most embarrassing thing Jamee ever did around Brad?

Jamee: I know he is gonna say when I farted on him by accident. 
Brad: Farted. When you farted on me! In my defense we were playing a game where we had to see if we could move each other while the other person played dead. What can I say I really let me self get into that role.

(1 point)

Total Score: 3

If I remember correctly 60% is a passing grade!

Like I always say... well I don't say it as much as I think it

We may not have it all together
But together we have it all.

And because were feeling pretty nostalgic here are a few old ones

 

 
 

I love you Brad. And no amount of shaggy retired old red gym shorts wearing is gonna change that.

Here's to the next 50 plus years.

Christmas 2011

 This was quite a lovely little Christmas.

Just the three of us, at home loving each other.

I know I am a wee bit late with this post.

But none the less these things needed documenting.

Trash Bag Boy

You may be telling yourself he is just a boy wrapped in a trash bag. 

But you couldn't be more wrong. Trash Bag Boy is so much more then that.

 

 This boy has moves. Ninja like moves. And with those moves he saves the world.

He saves us all from the infamous villains: Meanie Head, Cootie Man, and the ultimate evildoer Monster Under the Bed.

With the help of his various different weapons of destruction, Tonka truck, lens cap, little yellow saw, and piece of wood, he battles for world peace.

He is Trash Bag Boy, our protector, and as long as he is around we are all safe!

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Look Mama I'm a Real Boy.

I feel like I have been waiting forever for Khagey to become a boy.

That came out very wrong!

I just mean that as far as I am concerned he has been... a baby. Let me explain myself: hypothetically if I were to fill out a standard questionnaire at his pediatricians office the form would read Check off the Gender of the Patient it would give not only two options [ ]BOY or [ ]GIRL, there would be a third option titled [ ] BABY. Up until recently I would have always checked baby. But suddenly over night my baby turned into a real boy. A Driving Cars on the Floor, Stacking Blocks Just to Demolish Them Three Seconds Later, and Playing With Legos the Best His Little Hands Can Boy.

Nothing warms the cockles of my heart more then watching these scenes take place. All we need now are some crashing, banging, and zooming sound effects and this mama is gonna be in a complete state of happiness. At least until his boyish play leads to something broken...

Hom much longer

do you think I can feed Khage heart shapped sandwhiches before he gets beat up?



Sunrise.

Brad and I. That used to be our way of life. Just two of us, living life, doing what we want, together, living as spontaneous as two people with full time jobs can be. We had date nights, watched movies in a  theater from start to finish, ate relaxing meals out of the house, spent time alone... I could go on with this for days.

Then we become a family of three and caught the case of the babysitter paranoia: a disease that no number of nanny cams can cure.

So all of those things we used to do are just ideas that we laugh at now...

Believe me we tried going out to breakfast the other day and we spent the whole time catering to a certain someones needs. Not that this life is any less liveable... in a surfers hang loose kind of way. Its just different. But, we needed a break from our stage five clinger. So Grandma & Grandpa took our little stalker for the night and day and gave us just what we needed for Christmas.

Snowboarding at Sunrise.

Thank you again Mom & Dad.

Don't let me act like it was this schmoopy romantic getaway... Trevor was there.

And we were snowboarding, so Brad wasn't gonna hang out with me for long.

It was a matter of time before he ditched me to go jump jumps or whatever adrenaline junky brothers do.

It was so beautiful and serene. So quiet because almost no one was there. It snowed just enough to be enjoyable. And my husband never ditched me. No, I ditched him to save him from a whole day spent waiting for me to get off my rear or my face. Which ever one I landed on first.

It was perfect.

With only one problem. I missed me baby the whole time.

In fact I missed him so much, I kept eating it and I blame it on the insane level of missing him... I couldn't focus man. Or the problem could have been that I got cocky, was going way to fast for my amateur status, and fell in a way that bent my body into a position that could ward me a place in the circus... after that I was snowboarding on eggshells. And I cant blame it on a lack of warm up because the picture above is just whats going on... me warming up jungle cat style.

And this guy you ask, well he is my first snowman and his name was Herbert or Bob or Clingy. I don't remember but we crafted him at a gas station before heading home and let him ride shotgun on the front of the tahoe to see just how long this guy would stick around. He hung out with us for over an hour and well past 60 mph. So he officially replaced Khage as our tenacious little third wheel.