Smiling Indians

Mark this down in the record books folks, we have a picture of 3 Indians smiling. Even the kids are shocked by the looks on their faces because I could not get these 3 to smile for my wedding pictures! I do think the lighting was off because they all look pale for being tan.

In regards to smiling, I have to say we do a ton of that in our house. It is amazing how happy and blessed we feel everyday to have to healthy, amazing, comical, sweet, handsome and oh-so-kissable little boys. Eric and I catch ourselves just staring at them and laughing at their crazy antics. Deegan is talking up a storm and we cannot get over the words and phrases he picks up. He is fully potty-trained (freaking awesome) and is a total champ. Taber is a crawling machine and a mama's boy to the 10th degree. I love it because since I had him, Deegan has tended towards Eric so I get my own little love-monkey who does not say "No."

My blog posting has been poor to say the least. We have been enjoying the sun, had 10,000 birthday parties in the last 2 months, been to KS (blog to come on that adventure) and there is this little website called Pinterst that is #2 in my life behind my boys. Its like crack and I am officially an addict. I have never made more food, come up with cuter outfits or given Eric more to-do's. Its freaking AWESOME!!! Yep, definitely a crack addict over here and I may need an intervention.

Of the 10,000 birthdays we have had every single weekend for the last 2 months, my 29th was one of them. I had Deegan help me unwrap my presents and the poor kid actually thought they were for him. He disappeared and came back wearing my new heals and pants told Papa John thank with a kiss. So darn funny!

How could this face not make you smile. He loves playing bubbles (aka - soap in a bowl in the sink). He got bubbles on his chin and refused to open his mouth to talk.

Taber is blinded by the sun in this picture but they were so darn cute all laying there.

Deegan playing with cushions. We have $1000s of dollars of toys in the garage and basement yet he laughed more when our neighbor Mr. John threw pillows at his head.

Time for another hair cut? This boy has his mama's hair as I have cut his hair over a dozen times and it just grows back faster. Love him!

9 months and counting. Well actually he turned 10 months last weekend but like usual I am behind. Since he started crawling he is almost impossible to take a picture of. We finally gave up and put the stick on his back as this was our most common view of T-Man. Just thought we would share what we see!

I could cry looking into these eyes. When did I turn into such a mush? I am a puddle when it comes to these boys. I am pretty sure they are my happy. The saying "If mama is not happy, nobody is" could be opposite in my world. If my boys are not happy, I am not happy nor is anybody else in the vicinity. I have so many hopes and dreams for these monkey's and pray that I do my job to mold good little citizens who respect others, love openly and understand the importance of family. Eric and the boys are my A-Team and their needs trumps all ... and that includes naps.

I am pretty sure Eric dreamed about pushing boys around in the wheel barrel his whole life. This was a great way to break it in.

That view never gets old!

There is a Bee in my Eye

A bee in your eye? You may ask who, how, why as that sounds like a serious problem. Well, this pesky bee can come in the form of an eye lash, dust, dirt, and a scratch. It is the phrase Deegan uses when there is something in his eye. Once he gets "it" out of his eye, he then informs us that the bee flew away. Where in the world did he come up with that and how does he remember to use that line every time there is something in his eye? I try not to ask myself silly questions like this because in all honesty, half the fun is hearing it nearly everyday. Such a little character.

I love this picture of my boys. Taber thinks his big brother is the greatest thing in his little world. He stares at him in amazement and loves when Deegan actually pays attention to him. I have a feeling they are going to be best buddies.

See, Taber loves Deegan so much that he used his little finger to clean Deegan's ear out for him. Now if that is not brotherly love, I am not sure what is.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. You saw the previous post with Deegan's sledding antics (which continued for 2 days). Well this is the top of the hill with all the dad's and kids building the hill. Not a bad view!

Also, if you read my last post I made a comment about Deegan avoiding something like peas ... well clearly I was wrong. I had spent lots of $$$ trying to find the perfect pea (frozen, organic, with butter, without butter, etc), turns out the kid loves canned peas! Who would have thunk? I personally think they are nasty and taste like can but Deegan and Taber LOVE them. They both shovel them into their mouths and Eric and I just stare in amazement (and a little disgust). Either way, the kids eat peas and I get my veggie patch!

We are working on the "cheese." Its getting better. Not great, just better.

8 months? Well closer to 9 at this point but nonetheless, T-Man is growing up so fast. He is days away from crawling, is able to sit up on his own from laying and can navigate backwards (almost as good as Mator from Cars).

He is such a light in our lives and I love the little family we have built. My boys are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me and I never want to take it for granted. I gladly give up going out to eat, getting away to the mountains for a weekend, and shopping to just hang out with my family. Working a full time job that does require travel (Scottsdale here I come for a week in a week), I flat out miss my kids and the best part of my day, everyday; is coming home.

How can I resist this?! (Caption: Who me?)

Deegan 'The Heim'

Deegan showing that he is a True "Heim Boy"...

The T-Dawg Show

I love going to weddings. I love to watch 2 people in love make a lifetime commitment and it always reminds that I have a great life full of love. Eric and I had a great time out on "date night of 2012" when we went to a friend's at work wedding.

I know it says the T-Dawg show but as a mother, I felt guilty that there was not a picture of Deegan. Now, with that said, this child is the hardest kid ever to take a picture of. He currently avoids the camera like the plague ... or peas in his case. The only decent shot I have of late is him with crackers in his mouth, trying to hide behind Eric's leg. Hopeless.

Yep, 7 month picture just before he turns 8 months. I give up trying to keep up with this darn blog.

Now this child is a ham for the camera. Actually, he is just a ham and might be the worlds happiest baby. I can just blow raspberries and this is the response I get. I sometimes wish I could pull this tactic out with adults and they would go from crying to smiling. I might try it sometime so don't be surprised.

Love him

Eric's birthday just passed and his mother spoiled him by deep fat frying a turkey. His favorite part is the leg (clearly). Not my idea of a good meal but I am always down for cake!

Happy birthday DADDA!

Did you see what Santa brought us? 2 Teeth!!!

Apparently he has his mother's taste. That is anything expensive. BMW ... WHAT?!

Only in Colorado do you need to dress your kid with a winter hat and top if off with a sun hat. Such a good sport.

And that is the T-Dawg show.

Tis the Season

Tis the Season to run around like crazies. Between Christmas shopping, birthday parties and oh, working full time, there is hardly time to get anything accomplished these days. I am usually ahead of the game in regards to Christmas shopping but I just could not get my butt into gear this year and we were shopping up until Christmas Eve. When it was all said and done, I sat back and wondered how in the world people afford to buy gifts for their families (parents, grandparents, siblings, etc) and afford to buy gifts for their own children? We have lucked out in the sense that Deegan and Taber do not fully understand Christmas so we have quite honestly skimped out on their presents knowing grandparents would spoil them rotten (mission accomplished). However, I have a feeling this is the last year we will get away with this knowing next year my little boys will be anxiously waiting to get out of their beds to open up presents. Pretty sure shoes, PJ's and a few cheapo gifts will be slightly disappointing. So, note to self ... make more money.

I should also point out that I did take T-man's picture on his 6 month birthday (god help me that he has already grown up this fast) but I have continued my streak to be about a month late. New Years resolution, take control of my time because it clearly has control of me.

Deegan's first encounter with Cheetos. It was love at first taste. He would not let us take them away and he proceeded to take a nap on the kitchen table with his hand still in the bag. HILARIOUS!

You will notice there are less and less pictures of Deegan in the blog. That would be because he has adopted the worst "CHEESE" smile of all time. Exhibit A can be found above. Really? That is hard to work with and really is not that cute.

Oh, but thankfully there is Taber. This little man could be the Happiest Baby on the Block poster child. He has been such a blessing. Eric and I feared we could not love another child because our hearts were full of Deegan but he has allowed us to grow another heart and we could not be more smitten with him.

He might hate us later in life when he see's this picture but it is freaking cute!

Christmas morning opening presents.

Little does he know that present is not for him. He got shoes. YEAH!

Matchy, Matchy. By the end of the day the only person to make it in this outfit was Deegan. Eric and Taber were involved in an explosion of "After Shock", a nasty liquor that we gave to my brother, and I was gooed by Taber. Glad we got an early picture.

Deegan's new sled.

"Mama's Milk" according to Deegan. I think I have a coffee problem but I don't care. It makes me happy and is cheaper then alcohol! CHECK!

Polar Express train. He refused to open his other presents until this one was opened and set up.

Great Grandma Foo and Great Grandma Norma loving their boy.

Boys

So happy after a bath! He could use a brush.

Picture outside the house just before Christmas.