Got Milk?

Well, at least Corbin loves le leche.

I just tried to drink milk for the first time in probably 10 years.
I threw up after one sip.
That crap is disgusting.

That'll put some hair on your chest

Q: What do you get when you cross a Cheeto + an Avocado?

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A: A Chee-TI-to!

Mas, por favor!

He's not scary if he gives you toys and candy.

This was the first year that I did not have a kid cry when placed in Santa's arms and I must say...what a disappointment! We'll have to settle for these cuties:
She refused to look at him, and only whispered what she wanted, got her candy cane, and got the heck outta there.
"Thank you for coming to my house last Christmas, and thank you for the toys. This year, I want a 3 Musketeers Barbie and the movie, too, please....Um, and one of those candy canes"
He's not reaching for a rescue, he's clapping. Turns out, Baby Guy LOVES Santa!
Doesn't that little drooly smile just make your heart skip a beat? Delicious!

Table Manners

When we finish the baby food, we give mom the bird and eat fabric.

Corbin claps for you!

Look what the Baby Guy figured out how to do today!
He also says, "Bababababababa!" when he sees his pacifier. It's totally cute. I tried to get that on video also, but couldn't seem to catch him in the act. I'll keep trying and hopefully, I'll have something even cuter to post tomorrow. (as if getting cuter than THIS is even possible!) He is so sweet, it melts my heart.

"Bend Me Shape Me"

Corbin must be the only little person in the world that actually looks good in these positions. He's such a yummy little nugget.

Daddy's Shirt.

I love him.
I love that Lynda saved this little BYU shirt of Aaron's for 33 years so her grandson could wear it someday.
Corbin rocks it.

At almost 5 months old, Corbin:
-Rolls over
-clears a room with one of his "silent but deadly's"
-clears a room with one of his "not-so-silent but still very deadly's"
-woos da ladies
-speaks 9 languages. None of which do we understand other than the "I'm hungry language" that he uses most often.
-sleeps from 8pm until 5 or 6am, then eats, belches, and sleeps until 8am...or 9am....yesterday it was 11am when he graced us with his presence. Finally! A child who appreciates the joys of sleeping in!
-blows raspberries
-goes to sleep independently when placed in his bed.
-is totally awesome.
-poops once a week, and always when dad is around.
-understands the concept of bribery, (for example: "hey Corbin, I'll give you a dollar if you wait to poop until Daddy is holding you")
-says, "hey. pull my finger."
-not really.
-ruins shirts with projectile spit up
-is cuter than your baby...alright, I know it's not a contest or anything...but if it was..well he would totally win because he is a way cute baby.
-laughs and coos and makes all those little baby noises that melt your heart.
-outweighs what Reese and Quincy each weighed on their first birthday.
-is usually asleep in the background of videos I take, so now I give you 16 seconds of pure Corbin cuteness:

"It's Friday I'm in love..."

Today started off wonderfully.
Took Reese to preschool.
Ran twice around the lake (pushing 50lbs of love in the stroller...my butt better start tightening up pretty soon, here).
Lunch with friends and visiting teaching at the park.
I ran home to pick up some paperwork that I need to get notarized.
While I was inside, my neighbor's yard maintenance guy pulled in front of his house.
I saw the truck in my rear view mirror as I backed out.
I did NOT see the 15 foot trailer BEHIND his truck as I backed out.

I bailed right into it.
Genius, right?

Charlie, tell us what she's won!
Well it's a new bumper, taillight, and fender!

FYI-I did not put the duct tape on the van. My neighbor, Doug (retired junk collector down the street, grandfather to naughty neighbor boys 1 & 2) appeared out of nowhere, and while I apologized to Mr. Lawn Care Trailer Owner, Doug was taping up my car and checking to see if my taillights still work. Nice guy. I probably would have opted against duct tape on the van, since it will probably destroy the paint...but looking at the state of things...paint isn't really my biggest problem right now.

The event was followed by rejection from the notary at the bank, requesting that Aaron also be present for anything to be notarized, because his name is on the paperwork as well.

So, what is it about Fall and auto damage?
-My sister, HolleeAnn was in horrible (near fatal) car accidents 3 YEARS in a row in the fall. -When I was in High School, I was dumb enough to write "Honk for 2000 Senior Pride" across the hood of my 1989 Dodge Dakota Pickup in white shoe polish for the Homecoming Parade...yeah that never came out after parade day, and I spent my entire Senior year driving around with "Honk for Pride" on my car. Yes. I got honked at.
-Not even 30 days after we bought the van, it was hit by a rock that flew off the back of a semi on the freeway and I got a nice crack in the windshield.
-The following year, we were hit by a deer (my long-time readers probably remember my I Hate Deer post of 2007).
-And here we are, now, with a smashed back end.

Whew!

Good thing I have some butter rum toffee and this gummy smile to cheer me up.
And how 'bout those brown eyes?
They're like Dove chocolates on a baby face.
I could eat them.

Happy Friday, everyone

"Bend me, shape me, any way you want me..."

Cute.

(Aaron, you probably should have gone into Orthodontics.)

Don't Eat The Cheeto.

This guy has been melting my heart non-stop lately.
I pretty much spent the entire morning sitting around holding him, and doing nothing else. It was perfect.
He is perfect.
He deserves to be spoiled.
He is such a sweet little boyfriend. We are all totally smitten.

I could just eat his fat little cheeks...really.
If I knew it wouldn't hurt him...

I would totally take a bite.

Yummy.
Wouldn't you?

Number Three.

Because It Is Wednesday...

...I'm not going to write up an actual post.
Enjoy the cuteness that is this little baby guy:
I'm reeeeeallly loving the lil' angry robot pac-man jammies. Why do they have to be getting too small already?! I need them to fit him for another month and a half so he can wear them when Mattie and I have our victory celebration when we beat Super Mario Brothers. (Matt, you don't happen to have Donky Kong Country for your SNES do you? If so, it. is. ON. I'll bring the chips.)
I know I post pictures of Cheeto twice as often as pictures of the girls, but he is changing so much every single day. Plus, I'm sick of reading everyone's blogs about how 100 people came to visit them this summer. Arkansas is bomb. People should come visit us. I'm hoping that a few extra pictures of those tiny, chubby, snuggly, arms might entice a guest or two. I love playing hostess, and Hotel Willy has been vacant for far too long.

Exhibit A

Just in case you are still wondering why I am often running late to, well... everything.
Always when I am on my way out the door.
Always when I have a cute outfit on.
Question.
Which is worse: changing baby poopies every 4 hours, or changing one blowout every 2-3 days?
I submit the blowout. It's like Mt. St. Helens. You might get some volcanic gas emissions, but you just really never know when that bad boy is gonna blow. And I can't stand to be one of those freaks that hunkers down or evacuates prematurely. Who stays home simply because their baby might explode? Not me. But I have learned from past experience to always pack a spare outfit.

You know how you get orange crap all over when you eat a handfull of Cheeto's? We offer the same effect if you happen to be holding our Cheeto during a "crap on the lap" episode.

Three Months Old!

Look at that naughty face.
The next post will reveal his naughty deeds.
The Cheeto turned 3 months old yesterday.
What's that you say? It's gone by too quickly? What do you mean three months? Just yesterday he was a tiny sleepy newborn. How can this be?
I agree. He is growing WAY too fast. By next week he'll be out riding his bike in the yard with the others. I keep thinking of ways I might be able to squeeze him into the laminater and keep him this way forever, but the older he gets, the more I love him...and I didn't think it was possible to love him more than I already do.

Baby Guy lights up our house. He is so smiley and recently found his giggle...which is raspy like Quincy's. He takes great naps, and is content to be held and snuggled or just kick it on the floor. I'll admit that the other day I changed his diaper on his bedroom floor, then did Q's right after. Quincy's smelled so bad, I carried it out to the outdoor trash immediately, then became distracted by something or other, and after awhile was like, "oh wait! Where's Corbin?!" I went down the hall to find him sucking his thumb peacefully on the floor in the middle of the room. He'd just fallen asleep there. He is so mellow and so sweet and I could go on and on.
The cradle cap and sunburn are both finally starting to clear up. Such a sweet little guy. It took all of my will power but I managed not to peel his face. I did have to resort to Head n' Shoulders treatments on the cradle cap. Nothing else seemed to be working, and I grew tired of people saying "oh he's so cute, what's wrong with his head?" I prefer "oh he's so beautiful, he looks just like you" thank you very much. I usually get the "he looks JUST like Aaron" variation. Which I don't mind. It's true, and Aaron is pretty cute, too if you ask me.

Corbin recently figured out how to grab things and loves to hold burp cloths and grab the little jungle animals that hang from his floor gym. More than anything he loves to grab at his sister's faces, which tickles them to no end.

We made the mistake of going a few weeks without giving him a bottle and he decided he is no fan of the formula. I went running after enrichment the other night and when I got home he was sleeping in the swing. Aaron said he refused the formula and would suck the bottle, then spit the contents out. Hahaha. For once I'm not the only one that smells like baby spit up! Corbin just wanted the real deal in that bottle...which he took just fine once there was pumped milk in it. I'm hoping that over the next few weeks, he'll be willing to take a breastmilk/formula combo and eventually just take whatever we offer him. We have a trip to Dallas coming up in October and it would be much easier to take a can of formula to leave with a sitter than take the pump with us. We are really looking forward to the wedding, visiting with family, and the U2 concert! I plan on posting a zillion cute (and by "cute" I mean "not covered in orange poo") pictures of the kiddies in hopes that the grandparents will not be able to stand being away from the cuteness and meet us in Dallas for some kid snugglage. AND perhaps stay through the weekend while we live it up with Bono Monday night. Muse is opening. Reese will probably beg to go with me if she has any idea where we are going. Looks like we'll be sneaking out after bedtime.

Speaking of bedtime...Corbin has been sleeping through the night for weeks! He goes to bed between 8 and 9 pm and wakes up around 5am, eats and goes back to sleep until 7:30, sometimes 8:30! Now if only I could get all the others to sleep in that late. Aaron set his alarm to go off at 4am 3 days last week. Yuck. (this also answers the question many people have asked me lately, "why don't you get up early and run before Aaron leaves for work?" 4am people! I mean, he didn't LEAVE until 5am, but NO! Mean Meg has total control until at least 6:30...sometimes 8. I don't do mornings. Thank goodness Corbin doesn't either.

Rah! Rah! RahRahRah!

The men of the house are ready for some football.

The Captain

Have you seen Wall-e?
Did you not imagine yourself chillaxin' in one of those floating barker loungers, throwin' back 32oz of Dr. Pepper?

Awesome.

What kind of sweet life would that be?
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Reader Beware...Extreme Cuteness In This Post!

Q: What on Earth could possibly be cuter than Baby Corbin?
A: Baby Corbin sucking his teeny tiny little thumb!

Baby Gear 101

When Reese was born we bought a bouncy seat.
WHY?
Because when you have a baby, you are supposed to have a bouncy seat, right? It's on the "list" of items you need when you have a baby: Car seat-check. Stroller-check. Swing-check. Bouncy seat-rush to Walmart.
We went with the fancy pants Fisher Price model, because it has little "sensors under the feet that vibrate to soothe Baby, and are also motion activated so Baby can be entertained with stimulating lights, sounds and music."

And also because we were suckers.

So far, THIS is what all of our babies do in the bouncy seat:
And that's all they do in the cradle swing, the travel swing, the stroller, the pack-n-play, the travel system, the front carrier, the floor gym, and sometimes even the high chair.

3 kids later and I guess all I really needed was a crib.