I could have so much fun with this little person.  She has her very own personality and it is very much “all girl” and her mommy wouldn’t have it any other way.  Little Kambree or Missy as she is known in our house is 7-months-old in these pictures and I could just stare at them all day long.  She has the BIGGEST brown eyes that could just melt your heart, just like her daddy.  She is a girl on the go and squeals all day long. Chad thinks she will be a singer, I try to remind him that that is just what girls do, squeal and squawk until they get what they want.   We just laugh because for so many years we’ve heard little deep raspy voices and now you can definitely tell there’s a girl on board.  It still doesn’t seem real to me that I have a daughter and yes, I catch myself calling her my bud.  We’ll just be buds in PINK I guess.

Some of her favorite things at this point in her life are graham crackers, bread, biting her mommy with her two new teeth that made their entrance on Dec.18th and Jan 2nd, bouncing up and down in her crib while waiting patiently to be picked up, talking to the two screws underneath the changing table shelf, dancing at nights with her daddy, people’s eyes and nostrils, pulling and eating hair, jewelry, her brothers attention, swinging on the swings at the park, stroller rides, water bottles and balls.  Her body continues to absorb every calorie she is given and her thighs continue to swell in size as well.  She tackles this month in her life weighing a whooping 17.3 lbs and 28 inches tall.  Love you Missy!

NOT!!!!! Here is the explanation to my red eyes, late mornings/afternoons and just plain spaciness.  This is the scene you can find in MY bedroom and in MY bed about 6 out of the 7 days of the week.  It is no wonder why at a mere 33 years of age, my body feels like I am 75 years old each and every morning as I literally fall out of bed. My body is pretty much used as the guardrail on the left side and Chad is the guardrail for the right side.  We don’t even have room to lay flat on our backs!!

These three little Baird’s find their way into our bed almost every night.  Baby Baird has an excuse as I am her lifeline to growing and to be completely honest here, I am just too lazy to feed her in other places.  The other two Baird’s I guess just enjoy mom and dad’s comfy bed.  Papa Baird feels that the constant trips downstairs are just way too much effort to put up with and he’ll just throw them in the middle.

I know how the first baby Baird was conceived, but the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th are miracles that we just can’t explain.  The most touching Papa Baird and Momma Baird have gotten in the past few years is our hands reaching across the tops of the kids head and clasped together somewhat out of love, but more so to help keep one another from falling off the bed.   Man, a vacation by ourselves is warranted these days don’t ya think?

I would like to think I was sooo in love 13 years ago that I ignored the offer of a warranty on the goods I took on that crisp April morning, but boy am I regretting not purchasing it now.  In fact, I pulled out that marriage license tonight while going through some old papers just to read the fine print.  Some sort of warranty could sure come in handy about now because it appears that I have some faulty equipment that I would like to trade in or get fixed somehow!!

I had hoped we were all finished with this silly injury and all would be well with Chucker and more importantly I could leave my new found friends at the hospital, but I apparently I spoke too soon.  They were lonely and needed someone to chat with, so I decided to be that good friend and spend another fun-filled night sitting in those hard chairs, bouncing a baby on my knee while listening to the Colorado City folks in the next room try to explain why their child has a broken arm and thinking to myself, where the heck is my warranty.

Chad after the initial accident realizing he was really 31 and not 16 years old.

Chad on the morning after the surgery to take out the hardware implant and part of his collar bone on 12/31/08

Now, two weeks after the surgery and five days after the staples have been removed,  Chad comes in from playing hoop outside with the kids to show me this……………

He swears he wasn’t doing anything he shouldn’t (I don’t believe him), but this baseball size lump formed within minutes of Chad hearing a pop and then a warm sensation that left his neck and right arm tingling.  I was in the middle of making dinner, so I made the poor fella sit and wait until I finished cooking and then even proceeded to eat my dinner!!!  By darn it, he wasn’t going to interfere with my dinner, NO WAY!  He was too nauseous to eat anything, so he just waited with his head down between his legs until his chauffeur was ready to leave.  (Have I mentioned before that I don’t have a whole lot of sympathy for this guy?).

After all was said and done and making yet another attempt at working down our deductible for the year, Chad had a tear somewhere in the underlying tissue that was infected, which then caused an enourmous  hematoma to form.  It was putting so much pressure on his skin that the blood had started to seep out of the scar.  They drained it and within minutes it had decreased to almost half its size.  Pretty cool stuff I should say, I just wish the cool stuff only happened to people who purchased a WARRANTY!  Believe it or not Chad, I still love you and all your faulty parts.

Your “PiNt SIze” competition has hit the internet world!!!

Calvin Klein Model of the Year 2009

Yes folks it is true……………….I am safe to say that my 2 1/2-year-old is officially a BiG bOY!!!  Happy Days here in the Baird Household.  We are so proud of Kashton and even more happier that we no longer have two children in diapers!!! This is also fantastic news for the pocketbook as well.

This momentous occasion has been a long time coming since “Dennis” has been fully aware for quite a few months of when he “needs” to go, but would rather make his mother look at his bottom several times a day to reassure him of how cute his “butt” is.

The trick wasn’t gum or treats since he could find those on his own anyway, but rather his daddy not including him or taking him places with the other “big boys”.  He would just say to those big brown eyes, “When you wear big boy underwear then you can come with the big boys.”  And finally after many buckets of tears shed over the last few months, Kash finally gave up the itchy pull-ups for some soft comfy underroos.  He even refuses to wear the pull-ups at night and so far, we have had no accidents!!!  (Now somebody knock on wood for me would ya?).   In my book there is just nothing cuter than a little mini man in underwear, wouldn’t you agree?

with the aftermath of a husband who thought he was still 16.  You all remember that horrible bmx bike wreck that Chad had 2 1/2 years ago don’t you?  The one where he broke his collar bone, fractured both elbows and broke his right wrist, just months after I had given birth to Kashton?  Well, Chucker has finally accepted his ripe old age of 34, but actually feels about 50 years of age right now since that crash.

Just three days before Christmas in 2006, they took bone marrow from his hip and put into his shoulder to grow new bone and needed the support of a plate/rod placement with screws to help in this effort.  Well last Monday/Tuesday I spent another long night at the hospital waiting for somebody to try to put Chad back together AGAIN!!  No, not something new, but rather to have the plate and screws that had come loose removed.  They were causing Chad way too much grief and pain and causing ME even more grief.  The screws had irritated the underlying tissue enough that it was causing a large fluid pocket under his skin, so we opted to have all the hardware removed.  He was supposed to have surgery at 4 p.m. on the 29th and they kept putting him off, and off, and off all day long.  They finally called us in a 9 p.m. that night.   At that point, I was a little worried about a doctor who had been in surgery all day long taking on another patient, which I casually mentioned to the nurse.  She just laughed at my nonsense.  Well, there we sat for an additional 3 1/2 hours waiting, just WAITING with Chad in his birthday suit underneath one of those 10 times too small hospital gowns.  It was quite amusing to me and Kambree everytime he got up to use the bathroom.  Mind you, Chad hadn’t been able to eat since midnight the night before, but we begged for him to be able to eat something light when they first delayed his initial time.  I swear, I don’t know what is worse a crying baby a night wanting to eat every hour and a husband who has an empty stomach and just can’t TAKE it anymore!

I wish I would have had a picture of me and Kambree hiding in the next room very quietly eating some crackers and sipping on Apple juice that the nurse gave us.  We certainly didn’t want to make a grown man cry over apple juice, which I think he would have if he had known what we were doing.  He thought I was nursing.  haha

Anyway, they finally took him into surgery and came out to get me and the babe at freakin’ 3:30 a.m.!!!  I can now say that I have several little Mexican friends at the hospital that really know how to clean the magazine racks.  We finally made it home around 4 a.m. on Tuesday morning and this is the end result….

The doc said that everything looks pretty good underneath and hopefully (cross your fingers), this should be the last surgery he needs.  Thank heavens!!  I don’t know how much more I can take of this problem.  And poor Chad, who has to deal with a pretty much unsympathetic wife who has the attitude of, “Listen Buddy, you brought this all on yourself so deal with it!”  Thanks to Chad’s parents who extended their Christmas visit to help us out with the kiddos.