Tractors...Dirt...and MORE Tractors!!!

I was still pregnant with Dax when I was in the Old Mill Salon buying hair product. I have no idea how it came up, but somehow the cashier, who was also pregnant, brought up the fact that she too was having a baby boy and was in the middle of decorating the nursery...the theme? John Deere Tractors.

I didn't have anything against tractors, it was just a lot different than what I would do for a baby nursery.
Had I known the John Deere tractor lover that Dax would become, I may have thought otherwise...actually, there's NO QUESTION... I would have decorated his room in tractors.

Dax's love affair hit an all time high yesterday, when he got to go see, up close and personal, Grandpa Paul and Nanna's larger than life, tractors.

He loved every second of being around, climbing on, and actually riding in, his first love! His second love, was the dirt... I can't tell you how much dust was on his clothes, how much dirt got in his shoes, and on his face.
Dax woke up this morning and the first thing he said was "Tractor..ride...go see..." We just may have to sell our house and spend the money on a tractor for him to ride all the days long...

SpRiNg Is FiNaLlY hErE aGaIn!!!

Today we got to PLAY OUTSIDE!!! Anyone who knows Dax, knows that he LOVES being outside and would forever live outside if we would only let him...so today was a special treat for him to get to play outside with his good buddies, the Courville boys...and it wasn't such a bad thing for me to get to hang with their mom, my amazing friend Deven. We are lucky to have such good friends so close...always there to play with ;) It was so nice outside, it was hard to come in... too bad nap time came along...

Tipi Time

In the Hair family, our Grandma Barb is the master of sewing...she sews the MOST amazing things for everyone... Dax and little Wy were the lucky ones on Saturday when she brought them over two of her newest creations.

Wyatt's gift was a cute little blankie with a lot of bright colors that really grab Wyatt's attention. My favorite feature is that his name is across the top of it.

And for Mr. Dax, they gave him a Ti Pi!!! He adores it! I tried to take pictures of his first reactions to his new prize, I wish I could have put them on but they were way to blurry... he couldn't stop running around and through it.. I believe he would have climbed it if he could have figured out how. He wanted everyone to come in he was telling everyone "in-ere" (in here)...he even allowed Wyatt an opportunity to come in!

Dax hasn't spent much time out of his ti pi...especially now that his TV is set up inside... I guess it plays the part of his own personal theatre too.

Thanks for always being so thoughtful and loving to us Ben and Barb! You're the best, and even though D didn't act so thankful as you left, he loves it and you as well!!!

Pay it Forward

When Dax was starting onto the bottle... his body had a little of what we'll call, an adjustment period. My parents had a neighbor at the time who had three small kids of her own, and who I might add, I absolutely adored. I called her and asked for her advice. She let us in on a little secret called "Tummy Tonic", it was/is a miracle! It is made of herbs so it's all natural, and most importantly, it did the trick. She said she would go grab me some.
When she dropped it off, and we went to pay her, she said that all we needed to do to pay her back was, when someone else was in the same predicament, that we would do the same thing that she did for us... for them... And we have. There is something to be said about helping others, ESPECIALLY when you know the help that it really is.
A fellow blogger has given somewhat of a challenge, to pay it forward...part of the deal was that we needed to write something about a pay it forward experience...this is mine!

The Two Amigos + Mommy

We had a little impromptu photo shoot, just the three of us... it was pretty funny. I think it's clear that Dax didn't want any part of it. The only way I got him to sit and pose with Wyatt was to remind him that he was going to "Ty's" in a second and if he did it we would go. Hey! You do what you gotta do!... right???

... Dax Droppings...

I don't know how many people can relate to their kids climbing out of the tub by themselves... but now I can...


It was just enough time for Kevin to bring Wyatt down to me in the living room... when all of the sudden, a damp little Dax was starring at me from the bathroom... I said "did you get out all by yourself???" and playfully chased him back into the bathroom...well, I should say he ran into the bathroom, I made it to the door only to find some squishy dax droppings all the way from the tub, past the toilet, over the rug and to the door. He looked up at me and said "Poop, DANG"... "Man"... "poop"..."Oh dang... Oh man"... I had to walk into Wyatt's room so he wouldn't see me laugh. I had already yelled down to Kevin that there was something for him to clean up, when I made my way in to see the tub, which was filled with more feces than I was prepared to see... so, to be fair, I dry heavingly cleaned up the floor(it stunk worse than any diaper I've ever changed) and left the tub for the man of the house.


Dax continued to tell us how he pooped for about another hour. In these pictures, Kevin is preparing himself to "dive in", while Dax is kindly explaining that he pooped in the tub.


All I can say is I'm glad that it happened after dinner. :)

*When Toddler and Infant Collide*

Last night was an eventful one... I had some work that I needed to get done for church, so I was downstairs while Kevin and the boys were having somewhat of a movie night... I don't know, do Sienfeld episodes count as a movie night????... anyway, Dax was on one, as he usually is when Kevin is home. He loves his daddy and loves when he's home because it's his play time with the throttle down....
All of the sudden there was a blood curdling scream from the living room... coming from Wyatt... Dax had fallen on him. This had happened before but it was Dax literally just walking around and lost his balance and fell and I was there to see it, this time he was "crashing" and crashed into Wyatt, not on purpose (obviously) but it didn't make it very easy for me to accept that he got hurt because of horseplay... It was a good fifteen minutes before we got Wyatt to settle down. It was TERRIFYING!!! I thought for sure something was broken. It had something to do with his arm, shoulder or neck... He wouldn't move it for the longest time. What was sad is that the thought "the doctors wont believe us" came into play, so we wanted to make sure he really wasn't ok before getting him to the doctor. It would have been completely different had we gotten to see our Doc, but that wasn't going to be possible.
Wyatt did eventually settle and luckily, Kevin's aunt is a nurse and she kindly came to check him out.
It took a little bit before he finally fell asleep... he wanted to be held for quite a while and that was MORE than alright by me. I think I'll hold both boys a little longer each night... I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to either one of them. He eventually did go down and slept through the night.
He woke up to eat at five this morning and gave me the biggest smile...kinda telling me that he was all good... I'm SO glad it worked out the way it did... it could have been a lot worse.
I have a feeling it's never going to be an easy thing to deal with when my kids are in pain... I was bawling right along with him.

-Brotherly Love-

With the sudden time change (it always seems to POP up on us)... we're in the process of getting used to being "sprung ahead". Case and point, Kevin was late getting off to work today. So, he had the pleasure of getting Dax out of bed. Probably to make things a little easier, he put a video in to keep him occupied as he got ready and I fed Wy.

I was thrown completely off and since Monday's are my cleaning days, I got caught up in getting that taken care of rather than recognizing the fact that Dax hadn't eaten breakfast.

Hurriedly, about an hour and a half after his usual eating time, I asked D to come and get something to eat... our daily breakfast routine is me listing off EVERY single item that we have in the house that he could possibly eat for breakfast with the hope that he will find something on that list intriguing and at least spark his interest enough so he'll name it, I'll make it...and we'll just see if he'll eat it. If not, at least I feel better knowing I've done my job as a mom trying to get something in front of him. That's sometimes all he permits.:)

Today he chose toast. As I was getting the bread out I noticed him go over to Wyatt, who was sitting in his Bumbo, and say... "Hey buddy, baby want toast?" proceeded to pick up Wyatt's nini (binki) and shake it for him... as if it were a toy that would make him happy.

These picture depict that moment. They may not be the most beautiful pictures to anyone, but to me they are priceless... Dax is coming into the brotherly love phase and actually finding that having a brother, isn't so bad.

...BED WARS...

As most of you know, we were able to get the bedroom downstairs finished. Which, moved us into the new room, Dax into our old room and Wyatt into Dax's old room.

So, that said... we're the only ones who have moved rooms. Dax just plays in the room that has his name on the wall. So, last night we started the war we'll call "Big Boy Bed"... I laid down with him, maybe that was the first mistake... almost got him, but, it just wasn't happening and in the end it didn't. We are just still SO TIRED!!!! anyway... we'll keep an update of the "skirmishes" on here. If there is any advice to give that would help us... PLEASE pass it our way!

Choc-in-there EVERYWHERE!!!

I had gone to check on Wyatt... I was maybe out of the room for two minutes max. That apparently is no match for Mr. Dax. I came back into the room to find powdered chocolate EVERYWHERE!!!! He just looked at me and said "choc-in-there where go, all gone". I mean what can you do? seriously, when you have this little face looking at you??? I wanted to be mad but I had to turn around and laugh. What makes it better is the phrase that is on his shirt..."CAUTION I'M NOT LISTENING". For those who don't know, Choc-in-there is chocolate milk. We hear it a lot!