Watch Out!

This little guy . . .
not only has two bottom teeth, (and cut a top one on Wednesday) . . .
but is CRAWLING!

and Yes! I call this crawling!

he started getting up on his knees from his tummy about a month ago, then rocking on them, then scooting backwards on his tummy, then going from tummy to knees to sitting, then he would go from sitting and walk out to crawling position then back to sitting (he could get around this way). Yesterday he went out to crawling position and walked forward twice with his hands and then today, he learned to trust his legs and just took off from there!

Thanks everyone for your comments on the last post! Most of you I've been in touch with through blogs for a long time, we just maybe haven't left comments in while, but I did find some new/old friends! I'll come take a peek at your blogs and comment soon!

Come Out , Come Out!

You do it, I do it, I hate to use this phrase, but there is no avoiding it, the phrase is "blog stalking". Here is my definition

Blog Stalking: Looking at another person's blog who you know or knew at one point but for some reason you feel like if you commented they would think you were weird for tracking them down somehow.

Reality: They probably look at your blog too and think the exact same thing!

I admit there are a few blogs I look at occasionally that I never comment on for the reason stated above, but honestly, if I found out they looked at my blog I wouldn't even mind and would hope they would comment.

The blogging world is huge and if I really had a problem with not knowing who all looked at my blog I would go private (I've thought about it).

So, COME OUT COME OUT!! IF YOU LOOK AT MY BLOG BUT HAVE NEVER LEFT A COMMENT LET ME KNOW AND I WILL DO THE SAME!
(by the way, this little cutie pulled to standing all by himself today, in the words of Lisa's husband on facebook today "i'm in trouble!")

The Mini-Van Solution!

I've had an epiphany! I just LOVE this feeling! It's like the feeling you get when you figure out how to organize your storage closet better or when you have a stocked pantry and a weeks worth of meals planned . . . do you know what I mean?
OK, back up, A long time ago I came to the realization that if I'm going to be a mom, no matter how many kids I end up having, I will need a mini-van at one time or another. I really have no problem with this. I guess when I was young and naive I thought they really "weren't cool" or whatever, but then after two summers of baby sitting my niece and nephew and driving them around in my Civic while they poked each other in the back seat I realized how convenient it would be if kids didn't have to sit right next to each other and if I could just stand up real quick to be able to get to them or hand them something.
Growing up, there were 7 of us, we actually never had a mini van, we had a VAN! Two different ones actually, neither like the one above but you get the idea. When the kids started growing up and moving out, my dad held on to the second one for awhile because he was hauling around his soccer team that he coached. I miss those days . . .watching soccer after school and my dad in his "Coach Wright" hat . . sorry, sidetracked . . ok, my point.

There are four, count 'em FOUR of these beauties in the parking lot I park in. I never really paid much attention to them, I assumed they were "surfer cars" or "hippie cars" and many are covered in stickers reading "question reality" "carnivores are worse than (something I can't remember)" "save our planet, ride a bike" . . .etc. Growing up I think we called them "grandpa-bugs". But over the past year or so I've begun to notice what a treasure these babies are! Once I walked by and the owner was mopping the WOODEN floor inside! Another time one guy had the roof raised up, you could actually stand up inside! They also have little stoves in them and on the outside you could hook it up to an electrical unit (liken an RV!) These are the ultimate family car! Especially if you're a camping, beach going family! (we're not really a camping family, but we could be!). Now every time I walk by I have visions of carseats strapped in and pulling up to pick up my kids from school in one of them. I'd be the coolest mom in town! (right?)


Unfortunately, Jared promised himself a long time ago he would NEVER buy a Volkswagen. My dad is also this way. European car, too expensive to repair.

Well, maybe we'll score a sweet deal on one when our family gets a little bigger, (preferably a shiny blue one like the one I saw grocery shopping today) and he won't be able to resist!

P.S. now I hope you are all singing "you take your car to work, I'll take my board . . ."