A few special facts about our little baguette:
He just started drinking from a sippy cup
Whenever he eats Cheerios or puffs his first mission is to try and pick up all of them in both hands before he eats any
His version of fighting sleep actual means fighting by hair pulling, face smacking, head slamming, and clawing at anything he can get his little hands on
Most of his day is spent trying to pull books off the bookshelf
When he crawls he crawls with one leg and tries to walk with the other
He has yet to turn up his nose at any food he is offered
He also has never stopped eating out of fullness, we have to cut him off
Gets so giddy with excitement when ever Mommy turns anything into a singsong
We are currently teaching him the word milk in sign language
He is so fun loving
{he loves to partake in it as much as he loves to watch it go about}
More then once, he has turned off the PlayStation or taken out the disc while we are playing
{either he wants attention or his turn on Call of Duty}
His first accident was when he fell off the couch
{and that was on Mommies watch}
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the older he gets the more fun and exciting our lives are becoming.
{wordless if you don't count the words in the picture and now these words explaining this very "unwordless" Wednesday}
Your first fathers day. Based on all the photos it may seem as though you two just nap together... but that couldn't be farther from the truth. I already feel left out sometimes when you guys get to playing. No one makes you laugh like your Daddy does. He cannot wait to 'rough house' with you and I cannot wait to watch him let you win just to make you happy. Sometimes he is short on patience, but never short on the love he gives you. Don't worry he says he will stop kissing you when your big enough to get embarrassed. You are already like him in so many ways (again I get jealous). I hope you know Khagey how lucky you are to have the best Daddy in the world. I know I am lucky to call that Daddy my husband.
Thank you Brad for not only giving me this gift, but also for sharing with me the wonderful moments that this gift brings. 
Call me crazy but aren't these bad boys supposed to keep his soft little noggin away from the wood and not act as pillows instead?
Hot Texas days are perfect for...
deck baths
and drinking from the hose.
I have found that during the last six months of my life I try at all cost to avoid driving anywhere. I grocery shop once a week (if I can get my act together I will attempt every two weeks), all my "into town" errands are saved for a single day and I never ever joy ride. If this sounds like yet another rant about gas prices you are gladly mistaken. Instead it is a rant about my baby screaming from the backseat.
Since he was a wee little lad of a few days old he has hated car rides. At first we assumed it was the cuddly bear neck strap cushions that were all up in his business, after the removal of those we then assumed it was just the car seat that he hated. But soon enough we discovered that the crying was not happening in Daddy's truck nor anyone else's ride so we were left to assume maybe it was the car. After further inspection we decided maybe a fresh limo tint to the windows could ease some discomfort. Wrong again. So my last option was to walk up to a car salesman, hand him my child, and have him test drive a few rides and see exactly which one Khagey didnt scream in.... but I am not into letting strangers hold my baby so that option is out. We were just plain forced to suck it up and deal with the crying... until now.
Six months from the start of this nonsense, hours upon hours spent driving around in the very car that he cannot stand and lots of tears shed we found the solution to our problem...
A Fine Frenzy is this boy's chosen drug. Quiets him right down and Mommy no longer has to fear the unavoidable car rides. Who would have thought he loved red heads?
A few special facts about out little baguette:
He headbangs whenever hes tired and cant fall asleep
He can't cry without coughing
Loves the skiddy rumpus song ("skiddy rumpus" sang to the tune of chitty chitty bang bang)
He hated bananas but loved him some carrots
He still "rakes" everything with his fingers
At his last doctors appointment the doctor called him "a perfect little specimen"
If his toy has a tag on it he will always chew that instead of the toy
Smashes his face into the carpet and pushes with his legs to "nudge" from one place to another
Always wakes up with boogies in his nose
Loves to pull hair (mommies and even his own)
Has two perfect little baby teeth
Has the cutest tiny birthmark on his left knee
Thinks its funny when we {softly} hit him on the head
(so we cannot stop doing that)
Still hates car rides
(And we have finally accepted that)
Loves to play with power cords
(And were trying to break that)
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He has succeeded in making us the happiest and proudest parents ever.
All too often during the week I find myself saying finally.
Here are a few of those thoughts on a day like friday, that ironically finally is here.
Finally the old apartment is empty, cleaned and waiting to be given to some other poor saps who might enjoy a nutty drunk neighbor and an upstairs Jamaican who may or may not enjoy moving furniture at three in the morning.
Finally I listened to my mother and sister when they told me to buy ground turkey instead of ground beef.
Finally our dogs are here enjoying the grass and running space and no longer diggin trenches of escape at my MIL's.
Finally after project number 17 I don't feel scared of piercing my own fingers when I am sewing with the sewing machine.
Finally one of my "special ingredients" actually worked out and made the dish... instead of ruining it.
Finally Sam Malone is thinking of dumping Diane (think Cheers).
Finally after more then four months, five phone calls, and five very hard to understand debates we got our rebate back from Sprint.
Finally the Playstation Network is back up and I can Netflix with ease.
Finally the weekend is here and I can get in some quality time with the husband before I depart for two whole weeks.
Finally Khage cries when I leave the room, leaving me to assume I am finally the favorite.
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Finally I am getting up at 5:30 for breakfast with Brad before he heads off to work (not finally because I want to but more in the sense of I finally agreed to it)
Enjoy this beautiful friday.
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.
A few special facts about our little baguette:
