Sunday, August 30, 2009

All Caught Up!

I have not been so good at blogging lately. Now I hope I have caught up to current events. And just as soon as I can get them to sit still I will put up Kayden's 8mo photo! Chasing my kiddos is really a full time job!

State Fair Time

Finally! She didn't run from the larger than life furry character.
Even gives a hug!

We could have spent all day in the horse barn - if Steve's shoulders could have taken it.


Mica and her cousin Tyler
This year we were invited to the state fair by Steve's family. Mica and her cousin Ty ran all over the animal barns and any where we would let them. It was a good time to play and visit.





If You Can't Find Kayden . . .

Look under the couch. He is all over the place now. He is not crawling but he is an expert roller. Having purchased this set of living room furniture before we thought kids I did not think to get a set that prevents small children from getting lost and/or stuck under them. Lucky for us at the rate he is growing soon he wont fit under the couch :)


No Its Not Christmas

Kayden just ate lunch and still doesn't keep the bib on.

They must have called each other and planned their outfits. Its hard to believe that Kayden is three months younger than Keila.


Baby Smack Down

Kayden and his friend Keila

Dinner Time


Mmmmm yummy peas

Peas go here right?
Kayden refuses to keep his bib on so we had dinner topless (Kayden did that is). And in true baby fashion he got it all over. It was bath night so I just let him play.


The Boys

Kayden is learning how to play the latest computer games with Dad.

Sooooo HOT


This is not so posed to be Oregon weather. We bought and air conditioner. We stayed inside.

7 Months

How cute. Smile for the photo

Mom he's touching me.

Hey, That's my ear!


I'm outta here!
Things are starting to change around here. Its fun because they are starting to play together and make each other laugh - I love to hear Kayden squeal with delight at his sisters crazy antics but then . . . they become true siblings and the gloves come off. You take the good, you take the bad . . .