I'm it

For my lovely sister Janay - thanks for the tag :) It made me laugh!

According to Google, this is what I need:

Kevyn needs a tracheotomy suction about every 15 minutes

Kevyn needs to turn 1 more or gain 11 more Vampire points to reach the next level: Vampire Warrior! Kevyn should get out there and bite some people! ...

Kevyn needs a wheel under her left leg. Oh yeah and Kevyn need a resperator. ...

Kevyn needs to be babysitted by someone

Reidster

Today I feel old. I also feel like maybe I shouldn't have polished off those 3 doughnuts last night, Sigh, but let's not make this about me.

Nope, today it's all about this little man...


My nephew Reid.
This handsome guy made me an Auntie. 'Auntie Kevy' to be exact :) You don't know how much I miss hearing him say that. He was the very first of many beautiful children. I remember waiting (rather impatiently) outside the hospital room for him to make his way into this world. I remember looking into his curious little eyes for the first time and thinking I had never seen anything more incredibly beautiful in my whole life. His little face is engraved in my mind and heart forever. I hope I never forget that moment.

I feel old because this weekend he turned eight and was baptized. What an exciting experience for him! The things I remember the most about my baptism were the wonderful warm feelings I had all day long, and being surrounded by so many friends and family. It makes me sad that we can't support Reid on his special day in person. I hope he knows how much we love him and were wishing him all the best!


This was always my favorite time. Snuggle time :) He has always been the best snuggler. I hope he never grows out of that!
I can't believe how young he looked and how fast he grew! He was just 4 when they left for Australia. He still loved to play the 'guessing game' and as far as I know, was still interested in Dinosaurs. Now he is devouring books about the solar system. He's such a smarty pants.

How cute are they?? It may look like I'm strangling Jarom, but really I'm not :) He just wouldn't sit still! Aahhhh little boys. So full of energy.

We love you Reid and miss you like crazy! You are such an awesome big brother, your brothers and sister are so lucky to have you. You have made me incredibly proud as an Auntie and I feel blessed to have you in my life. We hope you had a terrific birthday!

Love you,

Auntie Kevy

Baby Hannah comes to visit

So I'm a bit of a horrible Auntie. I have yet to mention anything about the newest addition to the Caballero family. Ed's brother Roberto and his wife Mary-Ellen were blessed with a baby girl on the 17th. Hannah Elizabeth. She's such a princess, and I can't wait to see her grow up.

Today after Stake Conference they decided to pay us a visit and I finally got some pictures, yay!

Brothers and their babies. Awwwww

Noah may have thought she was a cute little toy.

Or maybe He knows a little bit more than we thought. After all, they were in Heaven together :)

What a girly girl, I love the bow!

Clearly smitten, he couldn't get enough of her

She's such a lady. Waiting patiently for her diaper to be changed.

Apparently Noah thought it was time for his diaper to be changed as well, only he's a little bit older and can help us out a some more...

She really is beautiful. Congratulations Mary and Roberto!

I love him

My baby boy is six months old. Seriously. When did I grow up??

yes, I think I would

Today I was reminded of a question my dear Uncle Clyde once asked...

"If you were standing, up to your neck, in a large vat of human feces and someone was about to dump an even larger bucket of snot on your head, would you duck?"

So I'm curious...would you?

Storytime

Alright, so here it is...

I haven't had my hair cut since about three weeks before Noah was born. Yup, that would calculate to just about 7 months ago. Go ahead and say it, I know you're thinking it... Ew. Split end city. Needless to say I was desperate. Not only to get my hair healthy again, but to have something 'new' done with it as well. What I really wanted was a cute, short bob but then I would fall into that category of first having children then chopping your hair right off. I always said I wouldn't do that..... right away at least. So I opted for something classic with bangs and shorter layers so I could get some body with it.

FYI: You lose scary, and I mean scary amounts of hair after having children. What's that about?! As if our bodies aren't changing enough. You know how they say your body will never be the same again?? Truer words were never spoken. I knew about the inevitable cup size upgrade, the required stretch marks, the widening of the hips and even the never ending belly fat afterwards. What I didn't count on was everything else changing. Yes I lost almost all of my hair on my head, to the point where I told Ed I was scared I had cancer. But what they don't tell you is you grow hair all over your face, in a cruel attempt to make up for all the loss. I have one eyebrow now, instead of two and have to take a weed whacker to it every three days just to keep it toned down. I have a cowlick directly in the middle of my forehead where I part my hair, I have sideburns that I have NO idea what to do with, and in certain lights I have a peachy fuzz mustache!

I have a theory about why women 'let themselves go' after having their babies. It's because they take one look in the mirror and realize that their work load has tripled just to keep themselves looking decent, and well... its just too darn depressing.

Anyhow, back to my story... I really haven't had the best track record with hair cuts. No one can seem to get it right. Either I'm not explaining it correctly, or they aren't listening properly. Well... this time I don't think she was listening at all.

It's official... I have a mullet. Sigh. It's true. I even contemplated just how long I could stay indoors with no human contact and still survive. It didn't look promising. And so I must go on living my life. Scaring women and children everywhere I go. Each day I pull out my old box of photo's and try to remember the old me. The one I didn't think looked so bad, the one who on a really good day could even manage to turn a couple of heads. SIGH. She is dead to me now. There is only a hip widened, pectorallysuperior, unibrowed, stomach flabbied, hairy-faced version of her... now sporting a shiny she-mullet. I love my life.

Bless my good husband, because when I came home from the butcher's hair salon he took one look at my tear streaked face and said.. "I like it Baby! It's different, but I like it." Which I can only imagine translates into... "Holy Shozbot, you look like a man." He's a brave, brave soul.

So the moral of the story.... If you ever see a friendly looking, dark haired, petite woman named Brenda walking towards you yielding a pair of very sharp hair cutting scissors... run away. run far far away.

The End.

we're bored

Today is a real lazy Sunday seeing how winter decided to drop on us all over again. The snow is ridiculous and according to my husband, it's "minus retarded outside" That's code for really really cold :) I love him. He always makes life interesting, and has many great entertaining moments. However, since I am still on 'time-out' for dressing up Noah in pink frilly nonsense I shall refrain from sharing those stories until further notice...

Instead I will leave you with some cute pictures of our cute son doing nothing in particular over our snowed-in weekend.

Shortly after this picture was taken, this onesie died a quick and stinky death as Noah's diaper exploded up and out and was just too yucky for Mommy to even try and clean.

I like the angle on this one. For once his head looks like the smallest part of his body.

This is proof of my boredom. It took me nearly 20 minutes to get these babies to balance just right. Ed ruined my fun and eventually knocked over my neato star towers.
He was really excited to finally be getting out of the house. Little did he know it was much less fun outside in the freezing snow and wind. I hope it goes away soon.

Now that's talent

My Husband: The master of sleeping anywhere, anytime, any way...

How one can sleep so uncomfortably, I'll never know.

I must have my exact spot on the exact same side of the bed every night. Sure I cuddle with Ed, but only until I'm tired enough to surrender to sleep. Then it's into my spot for me. I also must have my pillow. If Ed tries to switch mine with his... I will know it. I have very sensitive hair follicles, but that's another story.

Dead Meat...

is exactly what I'll be when Ed see's these pictures.

This is what happens when you are the only boy at a pink girly party...

my baby boy

Surprised? Didn't think so.
Do I ever really post about anything else? Not so much.

So I'm crossing my fingers that the flu bug we have been sooo generously passing back and forth over the last few weeks is finally behind us. I have officially survived my first time being sick while still having to take care of a baby. Whew and I thought I was tired before.
It was touch and go there for awhile but I'm happy to report we all made it through, relatively unscathed. I honestly couldn't have made it without my beautiful, adoring, handsome, loving, strong husband. Who still thought I was beautiful when I was laying half dead on the couch in old sweats with 3 days of Noah's puke all over my shirt and an obvious and total lack of personal hygiene. He's sweet.

Other than our house turning into a hospital ward, life has gone on rather normally. Ed continues to amaze me as he works 2 jobs, goes to school, spends time with his family and still helps me out around the house whenever he can. What a trooper.

Noah is busy growing up way too fast. People always try to guess his age and are almost always 2 months older than he really is. He loves to bounce in his Jolly Jumper and his favorite person is.... of course his Daddy. I could be chopped liver for all he cares when his Dad is around. He only has eyes for him. Sigh. I suppose it makes sense. I am the strict one. I am the grown up one. I am the serious one. He comes to me for the essentials, food, clothing, cleaning and sleep. It sounds reeeeal exciting. Daddy gets all the fun roles, playing, laughing, tickling. Hmm, actually I don't blame him. If given the choice, I wouldn't pick me either :)

I can't believe he's going to be 5 months on Friday! It seems so long, yet so short. Here are a few random pictures I've been meaning to share for awhile now. Enjoy.

All tuckered out from playing with Daddy.. again.

Getting ready to work out with Mommy's head band

Enjoying his naked time, and tummy time too. FINALLY. It was hard for the poor little guy. You try lifting that big head when your little muscles aren't used to anything yet!

Havin' a nap
No idea what's going on here, he's just a cutie.

Giving Daddy some kisses

Yumm, srawberries!

I get this smile whenever I rescue him from the confines of his crib every morning and nap time.

Sitting pretty

A true water baby, lovin' his tubby time.