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Happy Birthday to our favorite Husband and Father

Would you believe that I couldn't find a single picture of Ed without Noah for this post? That's just an example of how he is. Whenever he has a spare moment it is spent with his family, but most especially his number one fan, Noah. They're best buds.


This post will be a bit early. Ed's birthday is actually on the 29th but we are going out of town for the weekend to enjoy some fun in the sun with our boy. Pictures to follow.


He'll be 27 this year! Go ahead, say it... WHOA. He's an old man. I tell him that all the time. I also tell him how incredibly lucky he was to land a much younger and much prettier wife. He agrees with me of course, because that's just the way it works around here.


I couldn't tell you enough good things about this man. He's everything I've looked for in a Husband and Father of my children. All the good things, and all the bad things. His faults are something I truly enjoy about him, because they remind me that no one is perfect. Especially me. (shocker I know) they also add variety and excitement to our life. His stubborn qualities mixed with my own ensure that our time together is never dull! Our life is far from perfection. it actually borders on crazy... but it's ours and I wouldn't have it any other way.


I love you for who you are and who I know you will become. I love all of our jokes and funny names for each other. I love how you support me and are considerate of my feelings. I love the way you smell. I love the way I fit perfectly in your arms. I love the way you love our son. And I really love that I've fallen more in love with you everyday since the day we met. ( I could go on, but people would probably start puking if I did) :) Happy Birthday Babe - I hope it's a good one!


And of course it wouldn't be a proper Birthday post without a little word from our son....

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Just in case you don't speak "Babyslammingonkeyboard" allow me to translate...

"Dear Daddy, I'm glad to hear it is your birthday because, as you may know I have a bit of a food obsession and birthdays=cake. You can imagine how excited I am. Oh ya, I love you. Happy birthday! Love, Noah"

I also must mention my greatest apologies to one of my cutest Nephew's Conner for not sending him a happy birthday post on the 20th. Sorry little buddy, I dropped the ball on that one. I'll be better next year I promise. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. (Something tells me that theres more than my lack of birthday posts on a 3 year old's mind. I think he'll still love me :)

Shout out

AUNTIE BIRTHDAY TO OUR HAPPY JANAY!

(sorry kids, inside joke)

This is what Noah had to say about it all....

Whoo! Whoo! It's your birthday, raise the roof. Whoo! Whoo!

Hey congrats. By the way, hold old ya gonna be?

Say WHAT? 29? Holy shozbot. I can't even imagine being that old.

But hey, power too ya, you're only as old as ya feel.

So whatchya gonna do for the big day?

Exsqueeze me? Did someone say something about cake??

Ohh I am SOO there. Have I told you how much I love birthday's?

And most especially birthday cake??

Alright, now if you'll excuse me, I need to finish my bath and get myself ready.

Don't even think about startin' without me.

After all, I am the life of the party.

Have a wonderful birthday Auntie Janay! We love you so much and can't wait to share your special day with you!

my boy

So most of you know my handsome little dude, Noah. If you frequent this blog, there's no way you can get away from him. He is my life and so he is the center of this blog. (Plus I think he's just about the neatest thing since sliced bread, and kinda cute too)

Well I've compiled a few photos to let you peek into the complicated life of a 7 month old baby boy, and allow you to get to know my son a smidge more. This particular photo montage consists mainly of his 'likes' at this monumental stage in his life which has just barely begun...

# 1. Let's just start off with the most obvious, Food. If you have seen pictures of my boy, you know food is his friend. His very best friend. I would even go as far as to say they are inseparable. There is nothing he has tried that he does not like. I even let him suck on a lemon, thinking he would surely be turned off of all lemon flavored foods for life. He thought it was incredible, and I gave up trying to find something, anything that he wouldn't like to eat.

Yummm, Smoothies

Yummm, Popsicles

#2. After he eats all that food, he likes to puke it up. No, he doesn't have bulimia. But I do wonder about his motives sometimes, as he always does it when he's with his Daddy or Auntie Janay. Hmmmm, interesting.

( he also likes to unbutton his shirt and pose. I wonder who gets that from?? (coughEDcough) All he needs is a little chest hair to complete the look and we could make millions. )


#3. He sometimes likes to sit with Mommy on the floor and play with toys. I say sometimes because he would much rather be held by Mommy all day long. Pffft, doesn't he know I have more important things to do?? Like check my facebook/blogs/email, and watch my daily soaps??
Kidding, kidding. I love our play time. And I can DVR my soaps anyways...



#4. He most definitely likes to play with Daddy after his bath. I get it, Daddy represents all that is fun and spontaneous and exciting. I am the epitome of all that is serious in life. Diaper changes, nap time, routine basically. It's not a fun job, but some body's got to do it.

#5.Ooops, how did this get in here? This is more of a 'dislike' than a 'like' Oh well, we'll just go with it. As you can see, he really really dislikes it when I leave the room without his permission, or worse, without taking him along. I know, I know, how dare I.

#6. He also likes to copy his Dad in whatever he does. Poor little guy, somebody should tell him that those things he's stickin in his mouth are not his fingers.

#7. He likes to be a fashion feau paux and pair dark knee high church socks with a white onesie. What a cutie. He thought we were laughing with him, not at him. He doesn't seem to be bothered by it though. He's a bit of a free spirit.

#8. And finally he likes, no scratch that, he loves to nap with his favorite guy in the whole wide world. And actually, so do I. There's nothing sweeter than seeing my two boys in perfect peace and quiet, which... lets be honest... is not something that we get a whole lot around here :) and I wouldn't have it any other way.

P.S. For my Mom: No, I don't really watch soaps. You raised me right.... I merely put it in for entertainment value :) Love you!

firsts

Noah has been eating solids for awhile now, and while many of you may not find this little clip interesting, it's monumental to us. Janay and I bought him some arrowroot cookies at Costco yesterday and today I tried him out on one. Verdict?? The boy loves food. ALL food. Heaven help you if he catches you eating or drinking something and aren't sharing with him, the little glutton.

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.