Stroller yoga

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A night with grandma.

What happened? Looks like a special someone had too much fun with grandma last Friday night. You can see it by his hair before we left and the next morning at breakfast.



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Dadadadadadada

Miles never stops with just dada. Nor does he say it on command but he does know who that guy is we call dad. He is so lucky for Ben who treats him with nothing but love. He also puts up with our antics every now and then, usually with patience and compassion. And besides that, who else could make our grass look this good?







I am also thankful for my dad. He is always eager to help and would do anything for us, no matter what ridiculous job I ask him to do. He does things I never thought 62 year olds should do.
Things like this: our cleaning lady said it looks like we might have a small leak in our roof by the looks of our laundry room ceiling. I called my dad and he said he'd come over on Sunday because it was supposed to rain on Monday. Next thing I know, there he was in all his glory, sitting on the roof with about 6 tubes of caulking. See him up there by the chimney?



He is awesome with miles and I am thinking he'd be a great babysitter even without my moms help. This is a pic of them at the mall. Didn't take them long to find one of those race car shopping carts! At first my dad couldn't understand the concept. He kept thinking we were stealing someone's stroller.



We are also thankful for the other guys in miles life. I don't have time to write about them now but happy belated fathers day to grandpa Larry, uncle jon, and uncle Ted! We love you!

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Fore!!

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Memorial Day '12

This memorial day we ventured to fishers for a get together at jon and stacies. This party would have been pure misery if you were there and didn't have kids. Obviously.



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Location:Cuzzy Sams

Quote of the week.

Last night we are laying in bed and I was looking at my phone and said:

"I love how all these people are tweeting and posting pictures on Facebook about their big 500 parties. Get a life people."

Ben said:
"what? We are laying in bed on a Saturday night at 9:30 with a 200 lb. dog between us watching the golf channel. Who needs to get a life?"

We both busted out body-shaking-tearful-uncontrollable laughs for about five minutes afterwards.

I love my life.

And because it wouldn't be a true blog post without a pic of our mini, here is one from this week. He loves the splashing and water at west park. Photo courtesy of Linda's new iPhone!



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Location:Bed

15 mo.

Yesterday we went for miles 15 mo. check up. It was supposed to be a few weeks ago but we had to reschedule for yesterday. I think I posted about our experience last time. Anyways, when I was rescheduling, his dr didn't have anything til the end of the month so I was kind of excited to try out the lady in the practice who I know from when I worked at primrose. Nicest person ever. So his appt was at 3 and so I picked him up from Linda's at 2:40 and was there on time. Ben was able to sneak out of work and meet me there. Now it's almost 3:30 and we still hadn't been called back. I really didn't want miles running around trying to talk to everyone in the waiting room but that is pretty much what happened. Finally we got called back and m was just a different boy this time. He wouldn't sit on the baby scale, so he stood on the big boy scale. He didn't want anything to do with the nurse. Didn't want to get measured, temp taken, anything. We got him calmed down after she left and then the door opens and in walks m's doc, the man not the woman. I said "um I didn't think we were seeing you today?". Anyways I told him the story and was honest about miles having a terrible time at his one year checkup. He said its normal and that he sees kids like miles react that way because they're so independent and are used to doing their own thing. he said he sees it especially with little boys. Poor miles. He freaked out even when the doc was trying to listen to his heartbeat or lungs or whatever he was trying to hear. Miles was like a caged animal crying crocodile tears. Felt so bad for him. Then the nurse came in, gave him a shot in each leg, and we were finally out of there at 4:15. In five years I'll look back at this and say no big deal but right
now my heart breaks for little m.

I've been with him all afternoon and he has no appetite, a little fever, and doesn't want to play.

.........

I wrote that on Wednesday night. Fast forward to Saturday night. Little guy is all better, but still getting those nasty molars.

Here is a pic from earlier in the week:



And here is one on Wednesday afternoon:



Is it not so sad? I toyed with the idea of doing some research on homeopathy. Just kidding, it would be our luck that one of us would get some wacky disease. We made it though! Praise sweet Jesus for giving us a little patience and for Starbucks! (and when we go at the time miles wakes up, it's so early you don't have to slow down through the school zones.) Woot woot!

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Location:Rocking chair...