9 Months and it's Halloween BOOOOO

Sorry guys, life has been busy and blog world has had to wait. Self proclaimed super mom has flown in for a visit. I hope you all have been good. or not so good. Sometimes that is more fun. I'm taking a break from the introduction of our family, to give you guys an update on Violets always changing world.

I think the last time I told you about Violets teething, she had two teeth and I described it as baby torture for the both of us. Well, that hasn't changed. We have managed to survive four more teeth. Through many nights of crying, chompped up nipples, and teeth marks on every thing, we DID IT! When I look at her smile I think, "where did my gummy girl go? She has turned into BABY JAWS!" Du Na Du Na NAAAAAa!!! (I think that is how the Jaws theme song goes). Those teeth seem to take up her whole mouth. It is so hard to imagine how she can squeeze the words maaaa, da da, pa pa, and ba ba between those chompers. But she babbles like a pro.

Our little girl has begun walking. I know we look goofy every time she stands up and we count every footstep. One, Two, Three and so on. She has accomplished twelve steps. and I think I have had at least twelve heart attacks, thinking she is going to fall and clonck her head. Babies have a suprising ability to fall just so. Unlike their older peers, who seem to trip over carpets and crash land on tile floors, destroying their toes that are in much need of a mani in the first place, running after the phone SOBER! You know who I'm talking about MOM.

Can you believe it guys? WALKING? I know we hear it every day, "they just grow up so fast." It really only feels like a few months ago, that I was worried I would never get pregnant. Now I feel like school, swing sets, eating bugs, and the dreaded boyfriend, is right around the corner. Scratch that last one. I won't even entertain the thought! delete delete delete.

When we first brought Violet home from the hospital, I remeber looking down on her and thinking "I hope she has her fathers personality" Calm, cool, quite, patient, all the words that describe something oppisite of me. Well, so much for wishing. Not that I would change anything about my little girl, she is still an angel to me. But now she is more like an angel that has eaten gun powder and is locked and loaded and ready for control. She holds her breath when she is mad and makes a long grunting noise (similar to pooping) and turns bright red. I guess that is an inherited trait from me. Lol but now I don't know if she is releasing sewege or if she is just pissed. Instead of stomping through the house when she is mad she crawls while stomping her hands on the floor. Great I have a mini teenager already.

We do have a milestone coming up and I think it is one Jason and I have been looking forward to since I found out I was pregnant. HALLOWEEN! Halloween is our favorite holiday even more than christmas. ghouls and witches, and black cats slinking down dark roads is some thing all kids can enjoy. Even the big ones. Some of our family members are excited to. But I think we have differant taste. Plans of fairies, and lady bugs, and princess started floating around. How do you tell your sister and mother in laws "Sorry we want your neice and grandbaby to be a zombie, chucky, or even a roadkill skunk". call us sick or morbid, but you give a child to horor buffs and you are bound to have a living dead baby on halloween. All though, I'm pretty sure Violet can make any scary costume look cute. Regretfully, the halloween costume corporation does not supply parents with scary oooweeey gooey slimy bloody gross costumes for babies . So we setteled on a little devil costume, which seems appropriate for her personality. As for me, I of course had to go with a zombie look. I figure if the zombie apocolypse is going to happen I might as well have a costume to blend in with the living dead. so BAM killed to scary birds with one gernade. Jason is going to be the grim reaper, and is really scary. Violet handels the costumes well (I have one brave little girl) as for the other kids in the pumpkin patch....well I hope their parents stay close cause I'm pretty sure some might get the spooks. pictures will be posted of the joyus occasion.

Shout out to my friends Renne & Ben, and Clay & Ruby. Who are expecting a little bundle of joy. That bundle also happens to include smelly poop, slimy drool, and lots of love. Enjoy you guys I know you are going to be great parents.

super mexican

This one goes out to Paul, the best Step-dad in the world. King snake killer, and a man of many traits. Super gardner, though he confuses cucumber seeds with watermellon seeds. A fanatic for burritos, and refried beans give him strength (of the buttttttt!). Super power-baby talk. A master at understand and conversing with babies.

Paul is one hard working mexicana. He works for Union Pacific Railroad, and when he is not on the train he is working for the WFWA (Wage free work association). If you have nothing to do but know that something should be done you can call paul and enjoy watching him hussle and bussle around your yard. You need a tower built and all you have is a yucca stick, a warped peice of wood, one nail, and a peice a wire, Paul can build it.

We just celebrated his 3 year sober birthday from alcohol. Though, you would never guess it as he has perfected the dance of "almost falling down". Please if you see him, move all baby walkers, chairs, and fill all holes with solid dirt. Stop him if he is pretending to ride an invisable motorcylce as he just may trip over his own feet.

The man is a fence building maniac. When the zombie apocolypse comes (I hope rabbits don't turn into zombies), I will be glad to have him not zombie-fied becaues I know he is capable of building a fortress in a matter of minutes. He express himself through the art of fencing and you can come experience a taste of the chain link paradise and walk through the labrynth of fencing around my moms house. However my dog tootsie is now testing his limits as he opens gates, and soars over them. he he he.

When it comes to Violet he has the most patience in the world. He is always teaching her new things, ONE TWO THREE STAND! He is always on the look out for new little teeth, and bribes her with ice. I think violet has gained her love of cookies from him, and grandpa always has them on hand. Violet is his sleeping buddie, and when she falls asleep on his protruding belly he won't move for over 2 hours because he refuses to disturb her slumber. No matter how much he has to do he will sit with her, it is the only time he rests.

Paul is an awsome step-dad and a great grandpa. Even when he exspells toxic fumes. Thank god for air spray.