Happy Halloween!

From our gentle giraffe...

Who sometimes sticks his hands in pumpkins to figure them out..

And sometimes digs a little deeper to really understand...

But then decides to just hug the jack-o-lantern...

Before trying to eat a ladybug (sweet friend, Lilly).

Two Generations

First of girls and then of boys. Luke is growing up so quickly. He calls me by my real name now and he doesn't just smile when told. In fact, he seems to be questioning the whole "smile thing" in this picture.

Happy Friday

I heard squeals of delight from Nash's room as I was changing over some clothes the other day. I went in to find him like this:

Watch out world, my baby's standing (without pants on!).

How to Eat a Mum Mum

Three Sisters' Acres Visit

We left KP at home to get some sleep and headed to my peeps' last weekend. It was very relaxing, comical, and entertaining. I was too busy enjoying the fam for many pictures, but here are a few from Saturday night. Our porch parties have changed drastically from the kind that used to end with tequila at 2 am to swinging and vino in the back yard, but I think this is more fun. Hopefully we'll have a fun repeat when we go back in a few weeks. We missed you KP and NUT.

Davis driving the gator.

Luke pulling me in the wagon. This did not last long. I guess I am too heavy for a 4 year old.

Me and Sue.

Midge and Um. I thought better than to include the pic of UM flicking me off (but not better than to make note of it here!).

Luke and Davis riding the gator at night. They attached flashlights as headlights. Then, they went shadow dancing with Mimi. It was adorable. Luke kept saying, "she's taller than the house!" about Mimi's shadow. This is the good stuff, people.

We also measured every earlobe in the house. Buddy's (my Dad) are the longest! Sue's are the shortest. I don't have those pictures, but have a feeling they will turn up!

Pumpkins!

It's the middle of October?

Wow, it's the middle of October. I haven't paid bills, updated the blog, or done much other than play baby, see KP some, and work. Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that I get to stay home with NAP and keep my job, but sometimes time just flies out of the window.

We re-ferberized for the thirty-second time this past week and thank God, it worked, again. I need someone to remind me...if NAP starts sleeping like a Holy Terror, he needs sleep training, again. This is your job.

I also decided to keep breastfeeding for now. I thought I would supplement and work toward weaning, but after giving our son ONE formula bottle mixed with breastmilk, and having a near panic attack about it (seriously, he got 2 oz of formula), I decided that I am not ready. Judge me as you will, as strangely I am getting all sorts of weird flack for this, but I don't care. So what if my kid gets a little wine with his breastmilk. Kidding. Sort of.

I have finally lost all of that weight, plus a few pounds. I never thought I would weigh less than before I got pregnant. That great confidence in myself led me to get rid of all of my size skinny jeans. You see where this is going, huh? I am dressing like a vagabond. I need to go resale shopping, as I am now cheap and smaller. But, I am happy with this lighter body and hope I can continue to lose a few.

So, you got a dose of reality there. I find that I only put the happy, shiny stuff on here and boy, it isn't always happy. In fact, Nash stuck his hand in poop this morning and his poop has resulted in several extra baths this week alone. There, I put our poop on the Internet.

And for what you came...

Here's our little family at Karys' 3rd Birthday party. Aunt Ade encouraged us to make and then wear paper hats!

Here's Aunt Ade in her party outfit.

Here are Mark, Zimmer and Karys at the party. Good times on a Saturday night!

Grandma and Grandpa love to make NAP laugh.

Mimi and Buddy came in for a visit. We had some Salt Lick BBQ in the Hill Country.

NAP in a HAT.

Our boy and his dog. Enough said.

NAP: 8 Months

Dear Nash,

You are 3/4 of one year old! My, my how time flies. I think I basically knew about you for about this long as you grew inside of me. And to see you now...

You are awesome. You are such a happy boy. You make "jokes" and then laugh at yourself. While Dad and I have no idea what you are saying, we laugh right along with you. You crack us up! We are starting to see other little glimpses into your personality too. While most of the dime you are laid back and happy (like Dad), sometimes I see the serious side (like me). Last night you put on good show of not smiling. Don't worry, we won and got you to laugh and smile eventually.

Speaking of Dad, you now say, "da-da". We are pretty sure that everything is "da-da", but you also call Dad "da-da", and he will take that! I sometimes hear him practicing "ma-ma" with you. You have yet to say it, but I find it adorable that he tries.

You sit and play and pull up and roll in all directions, but there is still no crawling around here. I am 100% fine with this. I know that we're going to be chasing you in no time, so having a couple extra weeks of not worrying where you are going is good with me. It just occurred to me that I am going to be worried about where you are for the rest of my life, literally. Yep, I am going to soak in this time even more now.

You are still nursing and eating baby food. Prunes are still the fave, though you love your puffs, and like whole fruit in that nasty puree bag. We tried some formula again the other night and you pretty much hate it. I am not totally on board with weaning right now, so this is fine with me. Still no teeth, thankfully.

You are recognizing the dogs more and more and you love to play with their feet. Good thing that they are very patient with you. It is kind of gross though when I go to kiss you and you smell like dog feet. Ewww. We wash hands a lot around here!

You are sleeping on your tummy now. You do this all by yourself, as we still follow the "back is best" rules. Sometimes you get stuck though and have to be rolled back over when you get upset. You really are not a great sleeper. We have to re-Ferberize frequently. You still wake up to nurse at about 3am nightly. I would cut that out too, but that's 8 hours from your last nighttime feeding, so I think you really are hungry. I am tired, but you are adorable.

I am so looking forward to the Holidays and sharing them with you. We have already been soaking up this Fall weather with walks and lots of playtime outside. Happy 8 month birthday, son. We love you and your precious smile.

Love,

Mom

Super Nash

Happy Friday!