Negligence, it hurts us both.

My oh my. If this blog was my child then the proper authorities would have already been contacted, this blog would have been removed from my home and finally placed in a more caring and nurturing environment. I have neglected if for far too long and what that means to me is simply this: there are four months of Khages life that have gone undocumented. The worse part is I have nothing to show for it. Its not like I have a pile of blogs waiting to be written or pictures of Khage eagerly waiting to be doted over... I have not used my camera just about this whole time. So that too probably should be fostered out.

Halt, I spoke too soon. I haven't completely given up on taking picture of Khage.
I just stumbled upon these little numbers on my camera's memory card.

Apparently I found Khage's scissor cutting face and sneaky grocery cart car wash suitable reasons to get off my lazy rump and get my camera out of it's dusty bag.

Not a complete waste, right?
Wrong. For one he's practically naked in both. Correction, he is naked in one. And second can I ever get a shot of him facing the camera? I got more booty in the second one then I got of his face in the first.

As you can tell based on my rambles, I have missed my precious blog. And I am so glad it decided to give me a second chance. This time I wont let it down. I'm sure I could muster up a few tears if that would help ease things over between us. I took a drama class in school and I pretty much have the whole crying on demand thing down.

Boots on the Bed

 

Boots up there has a newsflash for ya

 

Khagey has gone from sleeping like this:

 

To finally sleeping like this:

 

It was a hard transition, moving him from his crib the floor to his big boy bed. We decided to make the move once he refused to sleep in his bed at all and began to prefer the cold hard ground. If the world was without scorpions we may have allowed this floor sleeping nonsense to continue ... but those little beasts do creep at night so the move to a sleeping arrangement out of their reach was more then necessary. I must say though I pondered introducing him to the world of monsters under the bed... assuming maybe that would be a grand way to get him out from under the bed, up off the floor and back to sleeping on a mattress... but my better judgment has a way of stepping in and prohibit me from mentally damaging my child. Let us all say thanks for that.

 

Khage did put up an admirable fight but us parents are hard to beat down. He was waking up multiple times a night for more then a week before he caught on and took us a little more seriously.

 

He's not a quick study that one!

 

 

 



A Night Time Song

The background information:
I have watched this video too many times and have come to a single conclusion: I couldn't have been given a better child for me. He is in no way a perfect boy, in fact sometimes I wonder if I got a busted one. He is boisterous and hostile at times. He often resorts to hitting when anger strikes and rarely gives kisses out of the kindness of his heart... they are usually forced from me blackmailing him and even then he kinda just smashes his face against mine, no pucker involved. He throws things, yells alot, and refuses to let me hold him. I am needy and I know this. I constantly ponder why I am not his favorite parent and how Daddy trumped me so quickly. People say its a phase but do phases last for the entirety of someones life? I'm being dramatic. But I long for Khage's attention and he never gives it to me, but then there are moments... special days like yesterday when he loves me and I can feel it.

The story:
The other day Khage was being a turd, he wouldn't go to sleep and instead insisted on crying for Daddy in his bed for 45 minutes. Daddy was at work and I was enjoying my quiet time playing scrabble on my phone by the light of a candle. Sounds romantic, right? Not so much. Well I finally gave in and brought Khage into my room to lye in my bed for a small while with the hopes that he would eventually doze off. That small while eventually turned into over an hour of us wide awake just laying there, playing with blankets, and enjoying each others company. He adored me. Maybe it was because it was I who saved him from his bed, or maybe because sometimes he knows he doesn't give me the attention I so desperately seek. He would snuggle me when I asked him to, we talked as best we could with his limited vocabulary and he held my hand when ever he felt so inclined. Those moments are the ones I lock away forever, they mean so much more because he is my rowdy boy, the very same one who scratches to get away from me when I try to bear hug him. He hates my affection and sometimes it hurts... but not this day. He was soaking up my love and I was giving it away in buckets.

The video:
Did I mention he sang to me? Well he did. He serenaded me with beautiful poetic songs about how much he adores his Mommy. This small moment lasted only a short while, it was so quickly replaced not 2 minutes later by him aggressively hitting me square in the face. But I will take what ever moments like this that I can steal, even if it means a small beating will follow.

 

 

Don't be concerned that the video is not working properly because your only getting sound with no visual, might I remind you that the room was lit by a single candle.

Things to note:
Listen carefully and you can here the sounds of him shushing me as I request more singing
I love the way in which his songs always start off with the same few notes
I am amazed at how controlled his pitch is
And lastly, I have no idea what Ma'ghee-ah means.
 

Sedona

Our little family, the Patricks and Trevor all headed up to Sedona for an over night campin' trip. Its just not the same if you say "camping" like your fresh out of college, so just appease me and use the verbage supplied. On this campin' trip we hung out by the fire, hiked in the beautiful canyons, breathed in the freshest of air and yes like always Khage got naked. Maybe it was I who got him naked, but either way he loves to be all natural and I fully support his wild child ways.

If I had more time I would have created a whole movie montage with these photos, complete with Native American pan flutes and background sounds of birds singing and the wind blowing. That really would have created a nice moment for us all to share. Maybe next time.

What could these three possibly be discussing here? They seem so captivated by their little kid conversation. Is it Elmo? Marshmallows? What items of ours they could sneak away and throw into the fire?

 Two out of three ain't bad.

This sad little fish became Brad's protein snack... gotta stay nourished people.

 Ya know how I roll: naked in the wilderness... but I kindly provide photoshoped loin clothes for the web.

  These two are so made for a NatGeo wilderness survival show... its gonna start low budget but I have a feeling its gonna go prime time.

 

 Back off ladies. This one is mine.

Lets close on this note:

This trip was a waste and it has ruined my life. 

What I mean is: life in Arizona is already hard enough... and now I have to live with the fact that we are hours away from a place so beautiful and with weather so nice. Why are we wasting our lives living here on this side of Arizona, the ugly hot side with no pine trees? I wish I never had to find out such a place existed.

Just put a graham cracker on me, I am done here!

BoyOhBoy

If you can manage to get through the shaking of the camera whilst I chase after a toddler and endure my repetitive request for Khage to say BoyOhBoy you will absolutely love this video.

It stars Khage and his eagerness to always do the opposite of what I ask him to.

Always stubborn but truly adorable.

The Jinx Fairy and a $2000 popsicle.

Just the other day I found my self saying such stupid things. If you know me you know this is very unlike my character to talk nonsense. But the other day I did. I went out on a limb and tested the jinx theory. You know when you say "I never ever __blah blah blah__" and then BAM just like that the pesky little Jinx Fairy takes it upon himself to make you a liar! He is quite the little jokester that one.

I remember saying that Brad and I never take Khage to the doctors... aside from his wellness check ups of course, because we are not those people... you know the ones who say "no thank you" to vaccines. The italics on that previous statement were provided to emphasis my snobbery on that topic.

But that's for another day.

We "never" take Khage to the doctors, or urgent care or hospital visits. We have a very strict rule... blood must be gushing or limbs must be dangling to get a special trip to one of those places. And that's when the Jinx Fairy twinkled in and temporarily turned my world upside down. It started off with a simple fever that turned into 104.4 degrees and sent me into a panic. He was lethargic; allowing me to cradle him in my arms (a position he didn't allow since the day he was born), passing out every chance he got and drinking hardly any fluids. Things starting popping into my head: brain damage, dehydration and febrile seizures. That was enough to convince me it was time to scrap our rule and rush him in. After his first urinary catheter, blood sample and IV drip he was released with a popsicle and homemade teddy bear. We were told it was just a viral infection and to continue with Motrin and Tylenol. I never want to be forced into a situation like that again, I am just not built emotionally strong enough to withstand the pain that came along with holding down my child as they probed at him with needles and he screamed owie over and over again.

A hospital visit for a fever scare and for a family uninsured will get you a hefty bill and a yummy popsicle.... a yummy but very expensive popsicle. Better safe then sorry!

Climb on.

 The best thang about living near family is playing with family. 

On my 26th birthday my Mom took us all to a rock climbing gym where we climbed and laughed and sweated our little toxins out and just enjoyed being a big 'ol family together on a national holiday... yup that just happened.

There is something about getting old that makes you wanna just get out there and climb a fake rock and possibly beat your brother whilst you do it!

Back off Zach its my birthday and Im getting old and I'm pretty sure I saw Mom give you a  little boost at the start. 

 

 oh yes Nicole is a very handy Mom, turning simple climbing gear into amusing toddler toys.

 

 

Go Mom!!!

 

 

 And then we got a little relationship building going on during family time. 

 

 Lets take a second to acknowledge those eyelashes... hes gonna heartbreak for sure.

 Can this moment get any cuter?

Maybe if Khage returned the embrace... hes so cold.

 And odd.

 

It was such a fun day!

I just love to love my family.

And I want to give a shoutout to Rick for being on camera duty!

You rock... get it eh eh???