My first born.

"Khage, my little boy, our precious first born, and very soon to be big brother. Sometimes when you call out for me all I can do is smile because two years and five months later it still shocks me to the core that some little being calls me Mama. When I imagined what you would be like before I even met you I never considered the notion that you wouldn't be purely pieces borrowed from your Daddy and I, but also little bits of your own peculiar self all compiled together to form one imperfectly perfect child. You are my first real and true selfless love. I didn't grow to love you over time, I don't take away pieces of my love based on your actions and overtime I only manage to cram my overflowing heart with more and more precious memories that include your adorable face. As you lay in my bed napping I sit here scribbling this post because I'm worried how life will change for you in a few short days with Harlyn's birth. I'm worried I haven't told you enough how much I love you. And looking back I fear that I have not made it perfectly clear that my heart bursts daily when you hold my hand, or wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me with your little puckered lips. I love you Khagey with all that I am."

These were a few words I jotted down days before your sister was born. I don't remember what caused me to not publish this post that day but the fears I was carrying were weighing heavy on my heart and I just couldn't stand that your life was going to be changing. Looking back it was all so petty; my fear of splitting the love that I had for you was in retrospect quite silly... my heart is certainly big enough for you and your sister. Nothing got cut in half, everything just grew.

Gollum called, He Wants His Teeth Back.

It all started when Brad dared me to eat dirt. Normally I'm above those things but Khage was there pressuring me with his eyes; I could tell he wanted me to do it and I figured I could always use some Cool Mom points so I ate it and instantly he was impressed. And now Khage can often times be found in the yard snacking on some earth.

He will randomly walk up looking like this

and it takes me a few seconds before I realize that's dirt in his teeth and all over his face and not something much much worse.

 

And those my friends are the scariest few seconds of my life.

 

 

Just a Little Accident

Last night Khage wanders into our room at 2 a.m., stark naked and holding a fresh pair of undies. If your the parent of a toddler you know these signs don't add up to anything good.

First he made his way to Brad's side of the bed, so naturally I pretended to be asleep with the hope that Brad was gonna hop out of bed and handle it. But what I temporarily forgot was that Brad is Night of the Living Dead between the wee hours of 12 a.m to 4 a.m. If your not a barking dog or burglarizing our home then he probably won't hear you, sorry Khage.*

So I heave ho this pregnant bod out of bed to assess the situation. He either peed himself while he slept or was unsuccessfully filling up water balloons in his bed during the night. I'm going with my initial hypothesis: he peed.

Immediately once he sees the scene of the accident he looses it. He begins to verbally beat himself up, crying about how he peed all over his blankets and pillows, begging me to comfort him, and basically hating himself for what he's done. So there I stand trying to talk this kid off a ledge and reassuring him that it can all be cleaned up and accidents happen sometimes. This is the FIRST accident he has had in his bed so I'm not gonna loose sleep over it... and apparently Brad wont either. See what I did there? But the poor guy just wouldn't let it go.

I'm like can't we all just get along and get these urine soaked sheets off your bed.
And he's like down on his knees screaming whyyyy? with his fists to the sky.

My memory is a little fuzzy on the details but I'm pretty sure I nailed it on the dialogue.

And because Khage did not find any fun in posing with his pee pee sheets you get this image instead

*(Sidenote to burglars I sleep with one eye open and the gun is in reach so don't be so quick to label us easy targets just because my husband sleeps in a coma - I'm like a mama bear, I will handle you)

Big Boy Bed Making

Today Khage made his own bed. It instantly warmed my innards like a cup a noodle soup because he was just beaming with pride over his hard work. It was definitely not up to the Hilton Standard and I had to practice complete control not to fix it but it was just about the cutest bed making job I have seen yet. He had to climb on and off of the bed to get the sheets just right and every so often he would let out a guff of air as confirmation to how hard he was working. The blankets were left askew and the pillows tossed about all kooky, kinda like how Daddy makes the bed but a cute variation because a toddler did it, and the second he was done he ran to find Brad to show him what a big boy he was.

See that finished product? Simply perfect right!
And check out that face. He was so tickled a masculine shade of pink over his job well done.

But seconds later he was jumping on the so called made bed.

Oh well, such is the life of a hardworking toddler.

Are you really asking yourself "did she just write a post about bed making"? Absolutely!
Us Moms are easy... make your bed, clean up a dish, wipe your own butt. Were a simple breed, make our life easier and you get yourself featured on a blog post. End of story.

 

Easter 2013

We may or may not have gone over board with Khage's Easter basket this year. Brad and I basically went our own way on picking out gifts and once it was compiled together it was just obnoxiously too much. It was basically Christmas for this spoiled rotten boy but our hearts feel extra soft when we realize it is Khage's last holiday as an only child. Soon enough he and his sister will start sharing the holiday fund and they will basically wake up to half empty baskets with only jellybeans in 'em and maybe one of those headbands with bunny ears on it to share.

 

Sadly Brad and I were both sick with the flu so all of our planned festivities with the family got canceled and we were left to celebrate this Holiday on our own. So instead we just let Khage consume more then half of his chocolate trout before 8am, and then we proceeded to watch movies all morning and lounge about in our jamas.

 

That was until Gnama and Pompa saved Khage from us and took him to a few parks, spoiled him with attention and fed him a delicious dinner that included a chocolate milkshake. We cannot say enough how grateful we are for them doing so, nothing keeps you sick longer then having to chase around a rambunctious toddler and boy does he love his own time with his Grandparents...

thanks AGAIN and AGAIN Mom & Dad!!! 

I think my favorite moment of Easter was when Khage got a real Lightening McQueen car. Let me give you a background story: Khage loves the Cars movies and one random day he found a red hot wheels car at the park and because we didn't want to have to buy him a Lightening McQueen car to satisfy his newest obsession we just started telling him that red car was McQueen. Cruel parenting I know. So once he saw the REAL McQueen in his basket he immediately realized the old one was a counterfeit and stated with a look of disgrace, that he wanted to throw it in the trash... and frankly I haven't seen it since.

 

So that completes the last Holiday post from our little family of three.

 



Someone Open a Window.

My house reeks of testosterone.

I'm surrounded by men.

 Just little ol' me against a couple of dudes.

They are always hangin' out together doing masculine things; holding screwdrivers and shaving.

 I can't wait for Bebe Sister to get here and even things out.

See that down there?

That's pure man... and Man In Training.

Khage so badly wants to be like his Daddy. My littleboy cant wait to be a man.
If he had it his way he would fall out of bed in the morning doing push ups and smelling of Daddies Old Spice.

Don't judge us. Brad isn't really shaving our two year olds face, he's using the back of the razor to gently wipe away the shaving cream. You just simmer it right down.

 

This Little Phoney Baloney

I will say this phrase once, maybe twice, probably a maximum of ten times his whole life I am sure:

That is a mini version of me as a child.

I was performer, I would do what I could to make people laugh... I WAS obnoxious about it and I apologized to no one for it. It was my mission, and boy did I accept it with zest. But Khage that is the opposite of who he is. He doesn't want the spotlight and he doesn't thrive on attention... which is why this video is so darn priceless to me.

When Khage first started rolling over he would never do it on demand for anyone. I have come to terms with the fact that he wont show other people the cute little ninja moves that he does so frequently at home. And one day he will learn an instrument and no matter how much we beg him to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star he wont do it just to please us. He's not that kind of kid, he prefers love and admiration from afar, not all up in his business and out loud in front of everyone.

But that above, that's my boy working the crowd, performing that day only in a sold out car.

Khage & Harlyn

Today I was on the floor with Khage and my stomach grumbled.

It was loud and angry and Khage heard every bit of it.

He looked at me with such shock in his eyes, then pointed to my belly and said with excitement:

"Baby sister fart'ies!"

This is the first time that Khage has truly recognized Harlyn as a human being and not just this thing that is making Mommy fat. He hugs and kisses her daily, but this is the single time he has talked about her as if he truly understands who she is... his baby sister.... farts and all.

Where's the whoopie

Some kids have whoopies, lovies or blankies that they have to snuggle while they sleep to feel safe. Not Khage. His bed IS bombarded with stuffed animals, but that's because I place them there to add to the ambiance of a child's room. If one day they were suddenly missing he wouldn't loose sleep over it. But every couple of weeks without fail he will become attached to some new thing that he HAS to have. He will carry this thing around all day, never loosing track of it and when nap time rolls around he is ready because this item is held tightly in his sweaty hands.

 Oh these boots, they caused quite a few come aparts. He insisted on wearing them all day long then sleeping with them later. Call me a mean mom but I am not really that comfortable with letting him snuggle dirt and germ infested mukluks in his bed.

 

The one above is totally my favorite, what a little weirdo, he doesn't even look comfortable spooning that dodge ball.

 

That's a hot wheels car AND a pink stretchy roggy (froggy), apparently this was a rough day and his nap time required not one but two sleepy time items.
 

(Ignore the greasy Vick's vapor rub slathered all over his nose)

 

 

Every child is strange. They have these little idiosyncrasies that you either love or you cant stand. Khage has plenty of characteristics that make me have to work harder at being his mother, such as his dislike for anyone touching his hands (that becomes an issue anytime we are around moving vehicles). But this little quirk only adds to his delightfully odd charm. One day he is going to grow out of this and happily take his naps with nothing in tow and that day will make me sad. So for now I am just going to snap random pictures of him sleeping with random objects and love his strangeness with every bit of my heart.  

Our Little Family Christmas - 2012

I love Christmas and Brad is not a fan. He doesn't have a weird fear of Santa or any tragic holiday stories that lead him to this dark and sad place, he's just a Grinch and doesn't feel the magic like I do. If I pass anything on to Khage I hope it is my tan complexion, okay then I could settle for him having my aggressive appetite... alright fine maybe just my love for the Christmas season. I love everything about the Holidays and I think if I project that onto Khage enough I can swindle him over here to the jolly side, then eventually Khage and I together could lure Daddy over with a trail of snicker doodles.

 

 This was the first year that we initiated project Elf on the Shelf. He never did arrive with a bang as explained in the story and I never used it as blackmail to get Khage to behave. I know my kid is a terror and I'm pretty sure he knows it too, if a large sized person such as myself cant get him under control I don't think the solution is a miniature sized elf playing warden. And we also failed at having him come every.single.night for 25 days... uh that's a big commitment, sometimes I forget to feed my dogs everyday.

 

 And then there was Christmas morning. We let Khage sleep in our bed that night, it was the only way I could guarantee Santa got to eat the cookies and not a sneaky little toddler. And because I nagged him all month long about what Christmas morning had in store for him, he popped right out of bed and repeatedly asked if Santa came until we let him go down stairs to see for himself. I have to say it: BEST CHRISTMAS EVER. He had that magic in his eyes that I remember from when I was younger. He said wow as he came down the stairs and saw all his presents. He pointed and smiled when he saw the Elf hanging from the lights on the ceiling fan. And he opened all his gifts all by himself.

 

Look at that sad little poodum face. He didnt catch the grumps from Daddy grinch, I think it was my constant nagging for him to take a picture on his new bikey that caused that face.