Smells like baseball!

Dash eats all the time. ALL THE TIME. He's still got those 4 teeth (2 top, 2 bottom) and he'll heat everything he can get his hands on. Granola bars, fruit, cookies, pasta - loves that, and he gets ticked if you eat something and he doesn't. He's also pooping 2-3 times a day - which is a big turn-around from from the twice a week routine he was on. And it's not a "oh he pooped!" job anymore. It's a "Holy Crap! (*gag*) Dash you're gross! (*gag*)" poop. The degree of difficulty for changing him has increased as well. Along with poo, he absolutely refuses to lie still while changing - which at times can leave him looking like he just mud-wrestled his way across our bed... And he'll wave at you as he does it. Still bald.
Kaed wrapped up his hoop season last week and it was a success. I hope he sticks with it. Baseball season is next, and he wants to do it, but this year he gets the pitching machine and not a tee. And since our address hasn't officially changed to Kelso yet (still waiting on approval of building plans from the county...) we're back at Central Baseball for one more year. I know I've elluded to this before, but the "powers that be" at Central have a real unique gift of tobacco manipulation. Of course there are numerous signs posted that tobacco use is prohibited at the ball park, but there are three levels of blantant disregard of said rule:
1. The "Screw it, I'm chewin'" guys. These guys (haven't noticed any women in this category, but that doesn't mean there not out there) are few, fortunately, but the dip-wad in their cheek is golf ball-esque. Stains optional.
2. The "Iron-gut-ers". These guys take small pinches in their lip and swallow the evidence - in case anyone is checking.
3. The "Passive-Aggressive Parent". They know they shouldn't smoke or chew on the grounds, so instead of waiting and hour or so until the game ends, they just stand in the street and puff/spit. These parents are literally, 10 feet away from bleachers, and feel like everything is a-ok. But that leads me to the following dillemma: What would I rather smell? Cig-smoke? B-O? The mill (it's right there)? Hmm. At Central you get all of them, with a slight hint of corndog.

Track started for me this week and I'll have some pretty good pole-vaulters for boys and girls. I'm also in my last week of my Master's Degree. Thank goodness. One assignment left.

Odds/Ends

It's Nick's birthday yesterday. 29. I can't even begin to tell him what he has to look forward too..

At dinner, we let Kaed say the prayer for the meal. He wanted to do it a long time ago and it's stuck ever since. So the dinner prayer has gone somthing like this:

"Dear Jesus, I hope I have a good time. I hope I have a good day. I hope mommy has a good day. I hope Dash doesn't cry. I hope I have a good dinner. I hope I have enough ranch for my carrots. Um... I hope I can play the Wii StarWarsLegos when I'm done, um, . . . I hope I have a good time. Jesus-name-amen."

Every dinner. Every night. With little variance. Sometimes you can switch the wii or ranch comments with "i hope I have a good practice". Very hopeful child.

Dash has increased his vocabulary 100%. Along with "wuthat" (which I'm counting as 2 words) he says ball and dog. "Buh" and "daw". Still bald. His step-crawl thing is getting quicker but seems to be having a tough transition from carpet to smooth surfaces. it never fails that once he gets on a smooth surface (after being on carpet) he wipes out and his face hits the floor. We're working on it.

Stationary Target goes Mobile.

Yep. He crawled last night for the first time. We had FCA at mom and dad's, snow was falling, Dash was in a onesy and he started making a move for Buster and Murdok. He absolutely loves the dogs. I even think he's says "dog", mom too, but it's more like "Doh" (but not like Homer). I captured it on my cell phone and sent it to a few people (let me know if you want me to send it to you - I can't figure out how to email it to me so I could upload it here). He was loving it.
He kind of has his left knee on the ground at all times and steps with his right leg. Dad thinks he's in a sprinter's stance, but whatever he's doing it is working and looks funny.

Dash's first wordS.

Leah, my folks and I cam to an agreement 2 weeks ago. Dash's first words are indeed "What's that?" It's always a whisper, it's always after a noise or new thing. He has skipped saying his first word and gone straight to first sentence. He turns 9 months this week (thurs). Genius. Still bald.

6 yr. old bball

Here's a few pics of Kaed in year #1 of his basketball saga...