It's All Fun & Games Until Somebody Gets Their Eye Poked Out

I'm not quite sure where I even start with how much our son has morphed into our own private comedian. We haven't stopped laughing for what seems like months now & I can only wonder if it gets harder ... or if we're just truly blessed with a tiny comic.

For starters, we had to share a room (all 3 of us) within a cabin while we stayed at the lake earlier this month (another post in itself). Since we were there spending time with Shad's family, I thought I would let him spend time gallivanting with everyone until the wee hours of the night while I took Tootsie to bed. (Note though, this isn't anything new - in the 11 years we've gone to the lake, I'm always in bed by 10pm anyway because I'm partly narcoleptic after 9:30pm.)

Unfortunately, Cashe inherited his father's sleeping habits, which means he can't fall asleep in the middle of a hockey game like I can. The temperature must be just right, the lighting must be just right & the level of comfort as well as white noise must also be just right. Needless to say, I was out long before Cashe ever fell asleep in his Pack N' Play. I'd wake up a good 15 minutes into some deep sleep to him standing on his tippy tippy toes trying to grab at all the books & magazines on our nightstand.

Did he need a spanking? Nah, I'm all about natural consequences. Soon enough he'd realize he was sleep deprived half way through our trip & he'd get the picture. Until then, a good laugh out of an exhausted Mama was well-deserved.

The same sleeping circumstances applied only a week later in San Antonio. Only this time Cashe's Pack N' Play was only inches from our bed. This time, I woke up to Mister on his tippy tippy toes again softly reaching for my eyelashes. Another good laugh (a little boisterous in fact) outta Mom was certainly well-deserved. Shad didn't seem to think so - rather than painting the town red, he was trying to get some sleep to work the next day while his wife & child giggled like little girls at a slumber party at the Hyatt.

But get this - the following night, guess who decides it'd be fun to let Cashe sleep in between us? Shad. And guess what had them giggling all night? Cashe's tiny fingers softly reaching for Shad's eyelashes. (Good thing we taught him, 'gentle'.)

Aside from all the silly bedtime stories, Little Man is just non-stop & full of smiles. He loved spending a whole week with all of his cousins & could hardly stand to be inside the cabin (although it down-poured a good portion of the week). Any chance he got, he ran to the door & said, "Byyyyyyyyye" & would wave. And if it wasn't that, he'd grab anyone's hand who was close enough & guide them to the door & say, "Walk".

San Antonio was a little less distracting since it was just us three. The plane ride was a little nightmarish since Cashe operates as if he's hopped up on Red Bull around the clock. We calmed him slightly with a few books & the Sky Mall magazine, but 5 hours later, we were exhausted. Cashe's nonstop, "Whoa's!" of amazement as we took off & landed had us all chuckling.

It was 100+ degrees in San Antonio (you can be cited for watering your lawn right now too if you live there - crazy), so we spent quite a few hours at the pool. Cashe is far from fearless & was eager to jump off the side of the pool into our arms over & over & over & over. Before he'd jump, he'd open his eyes & his mouth really wide - very theatrical.

Now that we're home, Cashe wakes up & immediately asks for "wazzes" (strawberries) or "mik" (milk). He eats more fruit than a growing teenager. He's eaten 2 flats of strawberries, kiwi, an entire cantaloupe, peaches & a partridge in a pear tree in less than 4 days. His diapers certainly do reflect it too. He's to the point now where he will grab my hand & guide me to the changing table. Time for some potty training? I think so.

I know there are a bunch more stories, but I can't keep up with writing them all down (& I only have one kid!)

And if you didn't find any of that funny, ... you had to be there ...

Or I suppose it's funnier when it's your own child. Regardless, these oughta make you smile:

This is me trying to tame the beast - he was acting as if the ketchup he had for dinner was laced with something. He was running all over the mall, in & out of racks of clothing, just laughing & laughing & laughing. He was high on life, I suppose ... or the fact that we let him "walk".


This is the laced ketchup. He had a few fries with his ketchup.

Sleep-deprived (& quite spoiled, I might add) after a night of giggling with Mom & Dad.

Looking for all the "doggies" in the Sky Mall magazine.

Racin' his car in the airport.

This was taken on Father's Day - he's just like his Auntie & has to dip every piece of food he eats in something. If it's not ketchup, it's salsa & if it's not salsa, it's bean dip.

This is undoubtedly snotty-nosed-"pick-a" (peek-a-boo) in Mom's decorative towels.

One of my all-time favorite pictures of Cashe. This was taken at Merrill Park in Eagle, ID. Every year they put these flags up for Memorial Day. I'm not sure we were supposed to be running through them, but it sure made for a fabulous photo op.

Little Man loves basketball just like his Dad. He has known how to say "ball" for awhile now, but now knows how to say, "bat" & "mitt" too. Anytime he sees a ball in a store, Shad will play catch with him, so he's already hooked.

Takin' a break from helping Mom dust. Might as well chill & take a seat on the basketball.

He can now swing in the big swings. Another thing he adores now.

I was packing for one of our trips & heard some noises in our bathroom. When I went back, this is what I found. Cashe had pulled out all of our toiletries & made himself a little seat out of one of the drawers while he tried to figure out how the floss worked. I went to all ends of the earth to find Shad & show him what his son had done because I couldn't enjoy this all by myself - I was laughing too hard.

This ketchup shouldn't be laced because it's from our fridge; however, something's a little funky because he's dipping his CANTALOUPE in it. And he loved it.