showing some love (koda)

Showing Koda some love on the blog. She is such an old gal now at almost 13 years young. She has the spirit of a teenager with the set ways of an old timer. She is the best dog. The poor thing never wanted kids around but she sure puts up with them and with no fuss. Okay she steals Cohen's food right from his hand or plate just to tick him off. Those two have a love hate. It is pretty funny really. Seems as though she tolerates Cooper in a much more mothering manner.

7 months down

7 months down and a lifetime to go. Oh Coop the best times are yet to come. So far you are off to a great start. You make us so happy. As a matter of fact you make us giddy and you even make your daddy cry (a joyful cry... I am the one who gets up with you twice at night some nights so my cry is one of pain). You boys have made your dad soft and you especially. You make him the happiest pop in town ever since you started to do this light up, smile, and start shaking your pudgy little body routine whenever he walks in the same room as you. I don't blame you. He is the fun parent but in time you will figure it out that I am the better of the two of us.

You have been sitting up since a bit before 5 months, crawling at 5.5 months and pulling to a stand somewhere shortly after 6 months. You now cruise furniture, people, or between whatever you can get a hold of. I can tell you are anxious to get to walking. I beg and plead with you to slow down, relax but you insist on keeping up with your big brother to whom you are obsessed with. Not sure why... do you not hear him whine all day, every day. Do you not remember how just last week he tried to pick you up and carry you, just to drop you on your chest and chin... on the tile floor? He told me it was an "accident" but who was he trying to kid? Accident or not he dropped you! He doesn't stop you from playing in the dog bowl and he takes all your toys. So please just realize he is not that cool and you do not want to hurry up to keep up with him. So slow down, stay a baby a while.

I love, love, love that your tongue is never in your mouth and that you wiggle it like a lizard every chance you get. I love how you go into convolutions when you hear me shaking your bottle. I love how you play with my hair when I feed you. I adore your chubby little hamhocks and chubby cheeks (both sets). I cannot kiss them enough. I love how you lean in for kisses. I cannot get enough of your giggle, especially when you laugh at Cohen jumping on the bed. I love the rolls on your legs, the downward turn of your mouth, the look you have that reminds me of my grandmother and mom. I eat up how you love to snuggle, and how you march to the beat of your own drum (you eat when you want, nap when you feel like it, and rarely cry or fuss between). I love how when you do finally decide to cry you let me have it and show me no mercy. I think one of my most favorite thing about you at this very moment (besides the fact that you love my awful singing) is that you LOVE to shower, alone, with me, with your brother, your dad, your dad and brother. You are a shower nut. Its great. Your fussy I shower you, your poopy I shower you, your tired I shower you, your happy I shower you. No matter what the mood the shower does you good. Its great. I also love that your a tech geek. Well, not really, its actually quite annoying. You throw a fit over the computer, iPad, iPhone, remote control but instantly stop when I hand you any one of the above.

Well Coop, I could go on but I will spare you the mushy embarrassment. Just know that we think your the greatest 7 month old, little brother, 2nd born baby in the entire world and that we thank our lucky stars that you are ours! You just have that something, that something that makes us happier than ever before!

Dirty Little Boys

No there is nothing wrong with him except that he is a boy, an almost three year old boy with a head full of nonsense and imagination. I have a ton of friends and family having babies... All of them boys to be exact. I figured I would give them a glimpse into a typical day with my almost three year old, who is all boy! I found him last Saturday morning on the side of the house digging in dirt looking like this. He is a total mess, a character (and I do not mean buzz lightyear). He is the cats meow and that is why I would still take him to the grocery store, mall or the park looking like this. Trust me it has happened.

Cohen Says

This little booger who I seem to call Charlie all the time, as in sorry Charlie, has been saying some funny things... So here you go:

So I am getting ready to meet a girlfriend for dinner. I did not know Cohen was lingering around our bathroom and bedroom...

Me: Damn it!
Cohen: What's wrong mom? (as he puts his hand on my arm from behind me)
Me: Oh I have a stain on my shirt
Cohen: Oh, that's okay mom you always have a stain on your shirt
Me: silence... I just put my finger on his forehead and knocked him to the ground

now he says "you always have a stain on your shirt" when he wants to make me smile

Here is another. Cohen and I are playing a game of "pitcher" as he calls it. As in I am the pitcher he is the batter.

He is putting out a terrible effort. I mean he can hit the ball. So I say...

Me: Come on you can do better than that!
Cohen: Come on mom you can pitch better than that!
Me: Terd!

happenings

I do not even have time to write. We are busy. Well at least it feels that way. After moving last month I am finally getting settled. My March calendar is slammed and I worry I cannot balance work, kids, relationship, home responsibilities but some how I always manage. The boys are good. Cohen is getting closer to 3 everyday and I cannot believe the things that come out of his mouth. I need to post our conversations. I will do that soon. Cooper is 6 months crawling, pulling up on things, bonking his head all the time and eating a bit of solid foods although not interested much despite hawking Jeremy, Cohen and I whenever we eat. We love our new house and cannot wait for warm weather so we can get out in the yard. Cohen calls his yard the sandlot and yells at Koda for pooping in his sandlot. I love it. Enjoy the pics.

And He Is 6 Months...

Cooper is 6 months today! It has flown by with ease. A speed bump here and there but that has been it. I could not have asked for a better, more funny and enjoyable little guy to help ease into the transition from 1 to 2. Jeremy and I say it often "we are lucky, could you imagine if he weren't so easy?" I do not have too much dirt on Cooper to share, he causes us very little parenting pain. I give it time, soon I will have headaches, and tantrums to share with you all but until then I am just going to enjoy and cuddle this perfectly chubby guy! More 6 month photos HERE.

We are talking 22 inches people...

We have never seen a snow fall like it. Not even my winters at Minnesota. 22 inches in under 12 hours. In Arkansas... What the hell, right? So this guy who has no snow gear and apparently no wardrobe either (notice the blue scrub pants once again), took to digging the car out. Also notice the snow is at Jeremy's knees. He is 6 foot 2 inches. We are talking a lot of snow!

So Cohen finally man'd up and put on his snow gear to find out the snow is fun... a lot of fun!

He attempted his first snow angle. Half ass'd but not bad.

He even made his first snow man. If you did not know this, this kid is obsessed with Frosty the Snow Man. He finds videos of Frosty on the iPad and plays them all the time. He sang Frosty the entire time he and his older girlfriend Kaelee were building the snowman. Kaelee is 10, lives down the street. He loves her.

Jeremy, who was suppose to be shoveling the drive somehow got suckered in by the neighbor girls to dig a snow fort for them. Jeremy is a sucker... he dug out their fort and didn't get the drive finished until just before dark. Kaelee is in the blue jacket. Again, Cohen loves her.

All the while Cooper and I got to watch all the fun from the warmth of the house. Which is totally fine by me. Snow is for the birds and I would much rather spend my days on a beach somewhere than in the snow.