8 Months Chubby

Colby reaching the 8 month mile marker was an especially fabulous day because it was my last day of work for the 2013-14 school year!  As you can see from the above photo, he was clearly as excited as me- as judged by the routine "grab".  I can't believe that starts so early!

But besides his premature display of manliness, he is also becoming a skilled cruiser and will, occasionally, try to stand up without hanging on to other things, though he's not very successful at that quite yet.  He has also figured out how to open cupboards and drawers...augh!  Luckily, we store kid-safe stuff at his level and they're things that we can just toss back when it's time to clean up.  Like we have to do EVERY.  SINGLE. DAY.

Caught in the act!

He is also eating constantly, and usually wants whatever we're eating.  The nice thing, is that he's able to have so many more foods.  His favorites include: soft pieces of popcorn, mashed strawberries, and bananas.  And I think the only thing the boy likes more than food, is sleep.  So, it makes sense that the only other thing that he could love more, is to do both!

My little sister, Molly, graduated from high school last month and so we headed out to Sioux City for her grad party one weekend.  There were so many family members that I hadn't seen in forever, and I was excited for them to meet Colby. I can't believe another sibling has graduated!  That leaves 3 to go, and we'll have two of those in the next 2 years.

The graduate after Baccalaureate mass.

Colby and Aunt Kristen

Cailyn enjoying her first ever s'mores at a backyard bonfire at Papa and Grandma's house.

 The last week of May was the first week of West Marshal baseball games.  7 varsity games.  7!  That's a helluvalot of games in case you didn't know.  Jerod thought they had the most scheduled until talking to the East Marshall coach who informed him that they had 8 scheduled.  I imagine they were digging deep into the pitching arsenal by about the 5th one.

Two kids and two games makes for a long night.  Cailyn is so mobile, and thankfully there are other kids around for her to play with, but she's just-barely-almost 3, so I can't trust her to take care of herself safely quite yet.  I've had a lot of help though, recently.  Our friend, Leah, is at the games most nights and helps me tag team the two of them.  It's great practice for the mama-to-be.  :)

Colby gearing down for his nightly nap at a game.

The kids had a fun couple of days with their Grandma Deb and Great Grandpa Charlie.  Deb was finished with school a lot earlier than we were, and Grandpa's doctor thought it would be good for him to get away from the farm for a little while.  I'm always happy to have extra help, and this was a perfect way for Cailyn and Colby to get to know him a little better.

Cailyn has been up to her usual antics.  She is a sassy pants!  Timeout seems to be one of her favorite pastimes.  (I'm definitely kidding there.  She LOATHES time out, but has become very familiar with the corner by the front door none-the-less.)  There are always quirky things coming out of her mouth.  Read: we were eating lunch the other day and she was complaining that her pork chop was "too long salty" and that she didn't want to eat it- to which I told her that was all I was going to cook and it wasn't too salty, and then I hear, "Are you kidding me, mom?" and the look on her face was straight vinegar.  After I informed her that I was, in fact, not kidding her she replied with, "Ugh!"  Seriously.

Fortunately for her, she's our baby and we love her unconditionally, sometimes it's just a matter of starting again another day.  She also does sweet things, like ask for snuggles, shake her booty when she dances, and chase her brother because he squeals and loves it.

Prior to this picture she was putting her bottom right on top of the sprinkler, then she would dance and sing, "I peed my pants, I peed my pants, I peed my pants!" 

Sparklers at home when Papa and Grandma Wyant came up to visit.

I can only imagine the trouble these two will get into together as they get older.  Oh, the stories they will tell us someday, when it's been too long for us to get angry!