TWO

Birthday Morning Picture

You are 2 years old.  You weigh 26 pounds and are 35.5  inches tall.  The Dr. said you were as tall as an average 3 year old.  You wear 2T-3T shirts and 18-24 month pants.  You are still tall and skinny.  You go to bed between 7:30 and 8:00 now, and wake up around 6:30, sometimes you will sleep in till about 7:15.  You take one nap a day for about 2 hours.  You sleep with your green monkey.  You Love green monkey.  You still Love over sized, fuzzy animals.  You are not a fan of Santa, because hello, that's just a man with a beard.  You Love Yo Gabba Gabba and the Upside Down show.  You currently Love to eat corn.  You still Love your chocolate donuts, cinnamon rolls,  anything with cheese, chicken nuggets, bread, yogurt, and anything that mama or dada have.  Your Love for green beans has gone to the dogs (literally).  You Love going to Little Gym.  You Love going to Pump it Up!  You say new words everyday and said your first 3 word sentence the other day, "It's a baby" when we went to visit baby Axton.  You Love the dogs and cats.  I would say Mendall, the cat (Mimie) is your favorite.  You Love chasing Kopper around. Kopper does not like this, and actually looks scared to death when you do this.  You Love when Papa and Gigi come to visit. You are a very routine kid, but you are acceptable to change. You are now in a toddler bed, and Love it. You are on your first steps of potty training. You Love to flush the toilet.   You Love to play outside in the water, but can't wait to get out of the bathtub.  You will be in the Tiny Tots room in daycare this year. (Which I cried when we went for Meet the Teacher). You and Dada go to McDonald's every Wednesday morning for breakfast.  The old man in you Loves listening to the elderly men talk.  You Love the American Flag.  You can only handle being in the car for about two hours at a time.  You laugh when you hear mama or dada laugh.  You are very observant.  You know if something is out of place, and will let us know if we are unaware.  You want your bedroom clean at all times, but could care less if the living room looks like a tornado just came through.  You help mama take the dishes out of the dishwasher and know what drawer the silverware goes in.  You also know what drawer the scissors or in, but only try to get them when I am getting you a gogurt.  You take your plate to the sink when you are finished eating.  When we ask how old you are, you say "Two" and then put your two pointer fingers together to show 2. 

You are still (and will probably always be) a flirt!

Happy 2nd Birthday Kade! 
We LOVE you!

Obsessions...by Kade Ramsey

It started with Green Monkey...

There was a day or two of wearing his jacket ALL day...

Life-size, fuzzy animals...

American Flags...

I'm waiting for the day when Kade meets a life-size Green Monkey...carrying an American Flag...while wearing his favorite jacket.  

I Got Nothing...

Yes, it Has been awhile since I posted.  I feel like I have nothing to say, but Adriane keeps bugging pushing me to update.  I mean, do you really want to know...

 ...that the last couple of days, the inside of my car has smelled like something crawled in there with one of Kade's dirty diaper and then died in the dirty diaper?  Because.It.Has.  I did find the problem tonight...sour milk.  Bleh. 

...that Kade has a dog-pillow-pal that we have to put up anytime we are not at home or not in the same room with the pillow?  Why?  Because Vato, my almost 10 year old dog, likes to get his groove thing on with the pillow pal.  Bleh.  (Brian states that everyone needs lovin).

...that Brian and I went out...on a date...without Kade...for the first time in 20 months?

...that I almost made Brian call my parents and ask for permission since it had been so long?

...that Kade likes older women?  Sorry Emma. 

Change of blog address...because I can.

I changed my blog address, because basically I wanted it to have more of a family name.  Several...I mean several of my choices were already taken...UGH.  Oh, and I went ahead and put 4, because one day there will be 4 of us.  :)
So go ahead and change whatever it is you need to change on your blogs...you can complain and curse at me while you are fixing it...I'm okay with that.

...and just because...

*muah*



Broken Record

I try not to be negative, but there is no other way around it.  As of 03/06/2011 these are the things I say to Kade almost on a daily basis.  I try to put a please or thank you in each of these..and know that I say them in my kindest voice.  If you were to hear Kade's side of the story, I'm sure he would say I am the meanest mama in the world.
In no particular order....


1.  We can't just sit inside the refrigerator, get up, please.

2.  We don't stop the dishwasher so we can sit and/or stand in the dishwasher, thank you.

3.  Mendall is going to get mad if you keep pulling his tail....Told you.

4.  You are scaring the dog, please stop chasing her.

5.  Can I come in? (after he has shut slammed a door in my face).  He thinks it's a game.  I think it's a look into my future.

6.  Quit it (this is usually said when he is trying to poke me in the eye)...another new game that he thinks is Hilarious. 

7.  Can I have that please?  ("That" is anything and everything) 

8.  Any of the following..all in all they are the same.
a.  We don't play in the dog's water or food.
b.  Don't eat the dog food....It's yucky, isn't it? (as he spits it out in my hand)



*I'm sure I will be adding more to this list.
**  I also have a list of things I say to Brian everyday...but that's for another long Blog.  :)

Friday Confessional

I confess...I love me some Teen Mom/Teen Mom 2...so does Brian, but I am not sure he would actually confess this.  I have watched this show from the beginning from when they were on 16 and pregnant.  We of course DVR it and watch it the next day because..hello... it comes on at 9PM and that is bedtime..and hello...I am not a fan of watching live T.V. anymore.   I also confess that I talk yell at the T.V.  and tell them how they have lot of growing up to do...because they do.

I confess...I don't recycle...Not like I should.  We still drink from plastic water bottles.  I know I know...I have seen the video how they are horrible for the earth.  Good news is that I do have a sack full of the plastic bottles to take to school and put in our recycling center...because, I am not even sure if our city picks up recycling.   

I confess...that because of the many pregnancies around me...I am getting baby fever...more and more everyday.  We are going to start trying for baby #2 in August...we will wait till August because that is the plan. 

I confess...I'm a planner.

I confess...this confessional is kind of boring...but I'm not completely ready to confess all my sins confessions just yet.

18 months of Love

I can't put my arms down!

You are 18 months.  You weigh 25 pounds.  You are 33 inches tall.  Your Dr. has said from day one, and at every wellness checkup, that you will be a tall, skinny boy. 
You wear 18 to 24 month clothes with some 2T shirts.  You go to bed between 6:30-7:00.  You wake up about 6:30 everyday (no matter what time we put you to bed).  This is great, considering you used to wake up at 5:00 everyday.  You have one nap a day.  At home you will nap for two hours, at school (daycare) you will nap between an hour and two hours.  You are the last one they lay down for nap at school, because you have to always know what is going on and make sure you are not missing anything. You love to eat anything with cheese and bread...grilled cheese, cheese quesadillas, cheese pizza, mac and cheese, but you will not actually eat a piece of cheese.  If we would let you, you would just snack all day.  You love chocolate mini donuts.   You love books and are constantly coming up to me or dadda with a book.  You are able to "read" some of your own books by saying what comes next or pointing to the body part that we are reading about.  Your favorite books have always been SuperHero Me and Farm Friends.  No matter what, we read these two books many times during the day or evening.  You can climb all pieces of furniture in the living room (rather it is for actual sitting or not).  You love phones and every time one rings you rush to find it.  You do not like getting in the bath tub.  When we ask if you want to take a bath you shake your head and say, "no".  You do okay once you are in the tub, and you always wave bye-bye to your stink of the day.  You get happy when I sing Mama Loves Baby by Solange Knowles (Beyonce's Sister) and the chorus to Billionaire...just the chorus part.  You can point to your hair, head, nose, ears, teeth, belly, bellybutton, feet, and toes (however you only point to your toes when we say piggies...thanks to your GiGi).  You can say Mama (sweetly and not so sweetly)...dadda, cat, dog, no, ball, yeah, yay, ba--by, balloon (babo),
You can moo like a cow, baa like a sheep, and make a fish sound.
You are ticklish on your back and feet.  You start belly laughing when dadda tickles you with his beard.
You blow kisses to many-a-women a day.  You are a flirt.  You know how to put on a show.  You love the camera. You give kisses to me and dadda, but only on your terms...You do give kisses right before bed...thank goodness.
You are my booboo...You are daddy's KadeMan....You are 18 months old.

Friday Confessional

I confess...I hate pacifiers.  Kade used one when he turned two weeks old for about a month or so until we figured out his tummy issues.  Once that problem was solved the plug pacifier was gone.  I cringe when I see kids who can walk and/or talk with a pacifier in their mouth.  NO pacifier...period.  I still hate the fact that Kade used one for that short time.     

I confess...I hate when fast food places get my order wrong.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to get a simple order right...or apparently it does. 

I confess...I get a little moody when I send Brian out to run errands and one thing I have on the list is to bring me back a diet coke and he comes back with everything but the diet coke.  I don't care if he comes home with flowers or jewelry...where's my drink?

I confess...I love making list and sometimes I will number that list.

I confess...I can not type without using random periods...

Rolling with the Bumps

Happy 2011!  (Okay so I'm a little late...but with the Holidays & what-nots and sickness all around I've been a little busy unmotivated to blog...so yes Happy 2011).  Brian, Kade, and I ate our black eyed peas on New Years Day.  However, whatever we needed to eat for good health we apparently did not eat.   I am hoping that we are now on the right track (yes I just knocked on wood).


So anyway....I'm copying an idea from my friend Christy's blog (which is misspelled by the way...but hey she is from Oklahoma so what do you expect..and she got the idea from another blog so technically it's not really her idea anyway).  She has a pretty rockin blog (don't tell her I said this...she already thinks she is hott stuff)...you should go check it out...GO!
Loves to you Christy!  

Five Things I Can't Do Anymore

1.  Stand in cold, windy weather.  For some reason once I got pregnant I started having an allergic reaction to the cold, wet, windy weather.  We are talking little welps here people.  If my arms are exposed to the air...welps.  If my face is exposed...welps.  If my legs are exposed...well, you get the idea.  My friend Zyrtec has helped a little, but still I get welps.  Along with welps I will occasionally get bumps on my head.  Some of you have had the pleasure of seeing the forehead bumps...I try not to talk too much about the forehead bumps, I don't like to make them angry. 

2.  Drink Hot Damn and Big Red together.  This drink taste like liquid candy...so yummy.  The last time I had this drink was about 3 years ago.  Brian and I had just started dating.  We are talking like date number 3 or so.  So we went out to get some drinks with some friends and then all came back to my casa to have some more drinks.  Hot Damn and Big Red was my choice for the evening.  Long story short I ended up asleep...head on the toilet.  Ugh, I cringe just thinking about this night.  Thank goodness I had a good girlfriend to help take care of me while Brian paced in the hallway trying to figure out what to do.  The next morning I was so embarrassed and knew that was the end of Brian and I.  Needless to say I was shocked when he showed up later that day with sunflowers in hand to brighten my day and to let me know that even though the night before was awkward, he wasn't going anywhere.  Ahh

3.  Stay up late.  I freak out a little if I'm not in   bed   asleep by 9.  I remember the old days when I was getting ready to go out at 9.  I can't even fathom the idea of getting ready at 9 to go somewhere on a school night now.   I'm not saying that I can't go out, I can...just don't wanna.  Back then we went out to look for a husband...and since I found what I was looking for...being asleep at 9 with my husband beside me and my son in his room...is where I want to be.  *This is where my good friend Chris "Kooter" would speak up and say, "You killed the real Kara."   Ha...cracks me up. 

4.  Roll my tongue.  *Actually I have never been able to do this, but I'm tired and running out of ideas.


5.  Watch Live TV.  The DVR has spoiled me.  Seriously, Brian and I will wait till a show has been on for about ten minutes then we will start watching it from the DVR so we can fast forward through the commercials.  We usually end up catching up with the live show at the end...so it's all good. 

....and there you have it....five things I can not do anymore.

Thank you to Christy and her blogger friends for the great idea.

Oh...and I can't look at him and not smile...