March

Kingston is officially crawling! Hooray for him, exhausting for everybody else. His favorite place to crawl to is the dog bowls. I have no idea why, but he thinks it's absolutely hilarious when I stop him from knocking over the water bowls. He'll lay down right there and just chuckle...It's friggin' adorable.

Here are a few pics from the last month or so...

The cousins playing/being territorial over their toys...

New BIG BOY car seat!

What he does during nap time now...

Lovin' on NANA...

MY NANA!!!!

Their Love/Hate relationship...

Showing off his 'teefers'...

Doing dishes with Daddy...(I teach 'em young)

Before bedtime ritual...Stand at the stairs and wait for Daddy!

Finger Foods are FUN!!!

Living on the dangerous side...

Playing with his girlfriends...Notice how he's not playing with the 'girl' toys, and he's headed straight for the pile of rocks and sticks. Oh Daddy will be so proud.

While Mommy was away.

Words cannot express how very hard it is for me to go out of town for work. But there is a silver lining; I know how much Emerson enjoys those special moments with the KingBear. If I'm around, Emerson says I 'hog' the baby, so he kind of likes it when I'm gone... Below are a few pictures from the last couple of weeks:

Nope, just a tease...still not crawling. No complaints here though!!

How Having Kids Changes Things...

I always scoffed at the people who stated the cliche': having kids will change everything. I used to take that comment with a negative tone, but now that I have a precious little babe of my own, I now know that it's said from an overwhelmingly positive place in the heart. So below are a few things that have changed since I had a baby:

#1 - I don't want to die.

Ahem...Let me explain. Emerson and I watched "Life as We Know It" on Saturday, and it hit us both really hard. (It's the movie where the parents of a 9 month old baby die, and they leave their little girl to their two best friends: Josh Duhamel (SMOKIN'!! btw) and Katherine Heigl). This next statement will sound rather morbid; but before I had kids, I never really cared if I died. Ok ok, I guess what I mean is, I would be okay up in heaven enjoying the clouds, music, and caramel brulee lattes, looking down on my loved ones, etc.

But now, I have this overwhelming feeling that I have to be here to watch Kingston grow up, to be there for him, because he needs his own Mommy and Daddy! Nobody can love him like we do!

#2 - Songs mean more.

This is another kind of morbid example, and maybe my head isn't quite right, or maybe it's just the lack of sleep! Anywho, a few years ago a friend of mine died of an accidental death at the age of 22. Yes, it was very very sad, even at the time. At her funeral, her family did a little photo/video montage to the following song; (this is the song, not the video obviously).

I heard this song come on Toddler Radio via Pandora.com yesterday and I just started bawling. I completely lost it. I just kept thinking of that poor girl's parents and how they lost their little child. It hit me on a whole new level. Before, I always just thought about how sad it was that her life was cut short, I never even thought about how it must've killed her parents.

#3 - Ok, on to the lighter ways that babies change things...

Finding time and a sitter to get your eyebrows waxed is a HUGE deal. It's been way too long!

My husband and I actually have stuff to talk about at our once a year 'date night'...

We watch a lot less TV!

I barely shop for my self anymore! But I buy a ton of stuff for Kingston.

Sleep deprivation makes life really silly!

Time Flies!

I can't believe Kingston will be 8 months this week...Where does the time go! Wow, that makes me sound really old.

He is not yet crawling, but he wants to SOOOO bad! He can take two steps, but then his arms get tired and he crumbles down to his belly, and from there he just rolls 'til he gets where he wants to go. He is still quite the mama's boy, and you won't hear any complaints from me. I absolutely Luh-OVE this stage. He's also really close to saying MaMa. Actually, he says 'mama' but not really in the right sense yet. And he screams it when he's mad...not my favorite stage, haha. He's got two adorable teeth on the bottom, and two, let's just call them interesting, teeth coming in on top. Not sure if anybody else can vouch for some gap top two teeth? This normal??

Kingston is my absolute love! Along with his daddy, of course. Although, I think Em would be happy to be done with the 'mommy/separation anxiety' stage. He's ready for the 'kick the soccer ball around the field' stage.

Below is a few pictures from the last couple of months:

6 month photos

Long time overdue!! Here are KingBear's 6 month pics...