My brother turned 31 and when we got together for a family dinner to celebrate, my mom handed me this new teether for Declyn (a very sweet gesture). The second she pulled it out of the freezer you can only imagine what went through my mind.
The best part was that I played a game with my dad to see if he'd think/say the same thing (since he isn't 1/10th nearly as vulgar as I am). I held up various objects and asked him to say the first thing that came to mind -- shirt, pants, phone ... and when I got to the 'teether' he gave me a huge smile and just started laughing. Although he would never admit it, he has a dirty sense of humor, just like me.
The following night we celebrated our friend Jason's birthday. Here are a few pictures that captured the moment...
Seeing our friend Matt, this gentle bear, holding Declyn (and Caden) put a smile on everyone's face.
While the dads were downstairs getting rowdy (I mean playing old school quarters, taking shots, and contributing in the swinging of the light fixture over the kitchen table), Kristen and I put our little ones to sleep for a mini slumber party. Let me take a quick moment to explain their wardrobes:
Declyn - Mike opened his beer and it shot everywhere, including all over Declyn, soaking his shirt and pants. Before I could put him in another outfit, he was being passed around in his blanket and eventually fell asleep that way.
Caden- Kristen put this outfit on for the party and the little man eventually fell asleep in it.
Saturday morning Mike and I woke up, not realizing it was 8:00 -- clearly Declyn was ready to start his day. Me, not so much, so I encouraged Mike to try and put him down for a nap in his crib. Sweet angel, when we looked at the monitor, this is what we saw-- a perfectly content baby with his hands behind his head and his feet in the air, wide awake. He had no problem with the fact that we had put him in his crib; instead he was just waiting for us to come and get him.
Always thinking/processing, even in the car. I can not say enough how much of his dad's son he is.
This was the progression of the night....
(top left) I received a text from Mike while I was downstairs -- "Kristen's rocker is nice. I could fall asleep" ... when I came upstairs a few minutes later, this is what I walked into. What this picture doesn't give justice to is the fact that Declyn's head was really sunk down so low, almost touching the ground (clearly an exaggeration, but you get the point).
(top right) Poor Dec had been waken up so many times, including when he was being put in his car seat, so Mike was trying to soothe him. Who do you think fell asleep first?
(bottom left) You guessed it.
I absolutely love when he holds my hand (or in this case, finger)... melts my heart.
Getting ready for his second NFL game -- Redskins V. Denver
I can not give enough credit to those ear muffs. They literally block all the sound out, so much that Declyn has fallen asleep every time we've put them on him at sporting event. And you should see his face when we take them off for a break .. pure shock like wtf, where am I?
Being the amazing parents that we are, we forgot his hat (and sunscreen) so we made a quick detour to Target on our way to the game. Mike ran in to get what we needed and came out with this number. I said babe, are you serious with this hat? He claims it was the only infant had they had and when I looked at the tag ... size 18 months.
Side note: Can you believe he's drinking out of a sippy cup? Us either.
Taking in the last few minutes of the game. My favorite part of this whole situation is the fact that his cheeks are so chubs that the earmuffs smash them together.
Fast asleep in the car ride home.
Now you may be wondering how he went from his Redskin's jersey when we left to an outfit of complete blue (coincidentally Denver's colors).
Well... we had met up with some friends to tailgate before the game and when we were about to walk into the stadium, we noticed he had pooped. I gave Mike a Trader Joe's bag to lay down on the backseat of our friend's car (just in case) and sure enough he had pooped all over his jersey -- up the back, out the sides; you name it, it was covered in poop. I mean he even had it on his sock and behind his ear...seriously??
SO we wiped off as much as we could (and when I say we, I mean Mike) and took him back to our car to put him in a change of clothes / finish washing off the jersey as best we could.
I had him laid out in the back trunk of our SUV with the door open. Literally while I was reaching for a fresh diaper he shot a perfect arch of urine up in the air and onto the bumper/outside/a little inside of the car. Mike and I were hysterically laughing so hard that I swear a little urine of my own may have dropped out. I mean come on.
Jason is obsessed with dressing his son in costume, so for his birthday Mike and I decided to help Caden out and get a little pay back for all of those outfits. It completely backfired. Instead, Jason loved the costume and this was the text I woke up to Sunday morning from Kristen. Jason's considering having it be his Halloween costume, and putting Caden in the Superman costume he already has (no surprise there).
