2 months from a 1 year old

um. the thought makes me feel nautious. Or maybe is the plate full of brownies i just engulfed.

Trey turned 10 months today. And with ten months came an opinion. Yes, my baby/man/small child has an opinion now. This opinion includes many negative feelings towards pictures. Either that or he has his mother's mood swings.

A few turned out alright, but chances are, we'll have to try this again when dad is around to make treyson laugh, while keeping rollie pollies and rocks out of the little guy's mouth.

Treyson is a delight. An absolute, cherry on top delight. I don't think I'll like any of the rest of my kids as much. He's just.....cool.

He smiles a lot. He says MaMa a lot more than DaDa now. He is afraid of loud noises like the vaccuum. He loves cars and cows. He isn't too interested in eating, much to my dismay; unless of course eating comes in the form of rollie pollies and other non edible items. He gets so excited, it seems he will burst. He crawls. he stands. he is terrified of letting go. He gives open mouth kisses. changing diapers or getting dressed is an Olympic sport. Loves to take everything out of drawers, cabinents etc.

Cowisms

Cows are now the center of my world.

Examples:

1. I expressed my desire to get pregnant around Trey's first birthday. Trevor quickly informed me this would mean a Fall birth. This, is not allowed, due to the fact it is shipping season and Trevor can not fit a small child nor a torn up wife in. Remember Treyson's birth, planned one week before calving season started? Well, his own week late delivery date caused Trevor to go back to work the day after birth, never to be seen again. At least, not till June. No way we could do that again with TWO.

2. Our anniversary is today. Trevor is out of town for a week on "bull business". Nevertheless, he DID take me out on Friday night. The first hour of our date was spent with him on the phone (I know all you summer sales wives can relate here!) discussing the purchase of a new heifer. Good thing we were in Deseret book and I kept busy buying Christmas presents!

3. Our anniversary overnight date was ended apruptly at 7am Saturday with Trevor's boss calling asking where he was. Might I add, his boss is his father. cough cough.

4. The best story. The other day, I overhear a conversation Trevor is having with a cattle buyer. The following line caught my attention, "Well we're talking a 35 in scrotum." No, this was not locker room talk. This was cow talk.

It might sound like I'm complaining, but truly, I find a lot of it humorous because it is as weird to me as anyone. This is why I share. It's easier to laugh. Though it does get REALLY OLD, I'm working on trying to fight it and instead, embrace this foreign life. Oh ya, and Happy Anniversary Trevor. Life isn't AT ALL what I envisioned, yet, it oddly works. In his words: "Two years and still not divorced. I guess it's going well!"

And thanks for giving me the greatest gift of all,

Who is 10 months today.
and in honor of the day, refuses to nap.

I WANT MY BABY BACK!

I'm so over this growing thing.

It's highly overrated.

I'm convinced puberty is knocking on the door of my man child.

and I just can't handle armpit hair.

And yes, my child needs a hair cut.
i refuse.

Turkey, Stuffing, and Mice

I just discovered these pics of treyson at 7 months. I loved that month. Still a baby, but more independent and interactive.

I believe God's greatest goal for us, is true joy. Ultimately, of course, this means returning to live with Him forever; however, I believe on this Earth, nothing has caused me to feel as much joy as this little fair haired favorite. Moments of joy make me want to procreate 500 more times. (But then, Trey does things like spread his poop on his crib and I'm overdosing on birth control).

Trevor, Treyson, Logan and me are spending Thanksgiving alone this year. It's bitter sweet. Part of me craves to be at my mom's dinner table adorned with candles and fine china. She makes it so beautiful and I worry I'll never be there again (Trevor can't travel over Thanksgiving due to work). I, on the other hand, don't even have a turkey bought (We decided last minute..as in 5 minutes ago... to do our own thing).

Yet, I am so grateful. Grateful for those people who invited us over. Grateful for my depressed husband (inside joke). Grateful I was a check on the list. Grateful for my sweet, rambunctious child. Grateful we were able to give my little brother a "new life". Grateful for parents who imperfectly taught me perfectly (whether or not I heeded). Grateful for friends who read this blog and know me well enough to know when I'm joking. Grateful for my 1998 rental home - gold fixtures and all. Grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ which fills my heart with true joy. Heck, I'm so grateful, I even am learning to appreciate my stretch marks. (ya right.) No, but seriously. Grateful.


Oh, and I AM NOT GRATEFUL I was attacked by another mouse. Yes, this time in my child's room whilst rocking him to sleep. I might or might not have had to change my underwear. If anyone thinks I'm kidding when I say they are following me. IAMNOTKIDDING.

no words.

Trey as of Late

early morning.

Checking Cows with dad

After tasting a turd.

Pictures from the past 48 hours of Treyson.

He's now become my personal tornado. I can't keep up with him! He does such things as find a little turd from his diaper and put it in his mouth. Heave his head back, kick and throw fits when thing are removed from his hands. Climb in my closet, up onto the first shelve and remove all of Trevor's clothes on the shelf. Lock himself in my room alone while playing peekaboo with the door. Jump up and down screaming in the primary room at church singing along with all the children. Smack you in the face if you put your face in front of his.

insane.

Raising a boy is becoming very evident in this house. So I apologize for the fact my floors are often banana encrusted and laundry piles up as fast as Treyson crawls.

He is still the happiest child I have ever seen. There is constantly a smile on his face. I think he could brighten up the darkest persons day. He jabbers consantly and truly believes he is having a conversation with you. He loves cows (ugh.) and loves trucks. Is it possible Trevor is his Father? He is the star of the show wherever he goes.

He has lots of blonde hair and little ears that stick out at the top. He has teeth worthy of Buckwheat.

Logan's Birthday

My little brother, Logan is living with us for his senior year. I guess I don't blog about him much, but there's not much to say! He's a great kid. He goes to early morning seminary, goes to school, goes to practice, comes home and eats and does his homework and goes to bed. I'm proud of his responsible nature and hard work. WE're just entering basketball season this week and my job as "bus driver" takes a double dose. It's worth the bussing to and from school and practice just to see this kid play. We're excited!

He recently celebrated his 18th bday. He feels like me about birthday (overrated) and made me promise not to do anything for it. I obviously, (as I do towards most of the things the men in my life tell me), didn't listen.

He was surprised. We had fun. Teenage boy parties are not stressful because, really, you don't have to do the crazy themed perfect birthday with matchy matchy cupcakes and decorations worthy of Martha.

Now, I don't know what your parties were like in high school, but Parma parties make me laugh. At one point, I went downstairs and found the teenagers SLOW DANCING. I about peed my pants laughing. I guess Kansas City is a little different than this small town.

That being said, I am grateful for such great kids around my brother and my family. It's refreshing and innocent and I love that!

MakeOver

Being dually inspired by Jenna and Megan, I am determined to actually decorate at least one room in my house. It's so difficult to decorate when you know you are only somewhere temporarily!!!! Nonetheless, I have started projects.

I bought this cute little piece of furniture for $5 off Craigs. I am of course going to paint it, but I'm curious...What color do you think would look good?

Maybe a robins egg?

It currently holds 3 latte bowls in a bright sky blue, yellow and green.

To Utah we Go (again)

We went to N. Utah for Trevor's cousin's baby's blessing. Miss Alice Teal is seriously beautiful. I didn't take many pictures, but here are a few - we were only there a short 24 hours. I love being with Trevor's extended family. It feels like "home" to me - hanging out with cousins, big family dinners, everyone just sitting around chatting etc. We don't have that in Parma and it makes me miss KC.

Wonder Woman and her Weiner.

This week, we are packing the semi (as in 18 wheels) and heading back south to the Second Annual Fall Fiesta Steer Show in Spanish Fork, Utah. I know, I know, you are all peeing your pants with excitement as I am. No but really, come and visit us! You can pet a cow and see Treyson. Isn't that reason enough to make the drive?

PLEASE go to the following website:http://www.keywestcattleservices.com/

Watch the video.

After doing so you will do one of the following:

1. Laugh

2. Feel really sorry for me

3. Want to buy a steer

Either way, someone will benefit.

Trey is SO excited to finally meet his buddy Quinn!

Slap Happy

I hope my female children are as pretty as Treyson.

Won't eat food. Will eat toys. and flies.

Trey's crazy face.

Right before bedtime, Treyson becomes crazy and slap happy. Tonight, Trevor came home from work as I was putting Treyson to bed so his excitement level skyrocketed.