8 months!

Dax is 8 months old as of yesterday! What in the world? I think every month I can't believe another month has gone by. I am SO in love with this little boy! He now has 5 teeth, is pulling himself up to stand, trying SO hard to crawl, can say Da-Da (even called Dustin Da-Da once) and Mom. That's right, he doesn't say ma-ma-ma it's Mom. My Mom says he's called me Mom before but I think it just happens that sometimes when he says Mom I'm holding him. Soon enough!

It is totally insane to me that it's already almost the end of June. I am LOVING being on summer break with Dax. It is so nice and relaxing to not have to think about anything else except him and Dustin... oh wait and cleaning... laundry... packing... dishes... moving... moving... moving.. Ha!

Ok y'all I better get off of here. Sorry this is short! :-) That seems to be my life.

I have a big boy!

So my wonderful cousin pointed out how crappy we both are at blogging and I SO agree. I'm hoping that this summer will bring more blogging but.. well... ya never know...

Dax learned to clap last night! He gets so excited probably because I of course say "Yeah Dax" everytime he does it. It is just so cute! I am so amazed at all the new things he does everyday. Some of which I don't even think about because they just happen. He is such a boy too. He would much rather play with hard plastic things, chew on everything rather than snuggle with anything soft... except Mom... and any other person who will snuggle with him... okay he does like to snuggle but not with toys. :-)

Dax LOVES food especially sweet potatoes. He will eat almost anything except peas (those don't last 2 seconds in his mouth) but will get bored with it or just be done eating before we get through a jar. BUT if you are feeding him sweet potatoes he will eat the entire jar! It's the food that gets sent with him to the babysitters because I know he'll eat it like a trooper. He is also a very noisy eater. You know for sure if he likes what he's eating because he will tell you! It Mmmmm as you put the spoon in and some other happy noise that I can't spell as he's swallowing. So much fun!

SO did y'all know that when a baby is teething they can get a hemotoma on their gums? I didn't know this until Dax got one and I took him to the Dr. He has a collection of blood between his 5th (yes I said 5th) tooth and his gums. While it doesn't mean anything bad for him I'm glad I went to the Dr. because when it does break through the blood will come out and that would TOTALLY freak me out had my Dr. not said it was totally okay. OOO THUNDER (sorry side note) hee hee! I love my Dr. He is so nice and played with Dax for a little bit and commented on how much he has changed. Truly I don't hardly except him to remember us from visit to visit because I know he is a popular Doctor and sees a lot of patients but he seems to always remember. In fact at one of our appointments he said "hey saw you at Super One last week but didn't get to say hi to you before you left" I love that! :-) It probably helps too that Dax is probably the only Dax he has as a patient. hee hee!

Okay here are three pictures from May... June pictures are still on my camera... I know.. I'm bad!

Oops! Got a little crazy with the carrots!


Pulls himself up to his knees on the crib rail!

loss

Isn't it strange how just when you think nothing could go wrong it does. This past weekend one of our family friends died. It was a tragic death and one that will be with many people for a very long time. I won't mention his name because I don't think that is right or fair to his family. And really this blog isn't about this one occurance.

When I found out about this persons death I was actually on facebook. I was stunned. Floored. Crushed. And my first thoughts went to my Dad. My Dad is such a great guy and worked very closely with this guy. They even commuted together this winter. My Dad, like many other people, has lost many people in his life. I have gotten to tell him twice about two of his friends dying. When I found out about our friend this first week all I could think was I CAN'T TELL MY DAD, I can't do it again. My parents were up camping and I was afraid they hadn't found out yet. I was afraid I was going to have to tell my Dad AGAIN that one of his friends is no longer with us. All three have been from tragic accidents. Nothing anyone expected to happen.

When I was a freshman in high school I came home with the news that one of my friends dads and my Dad's friend had been killed in a logging accident. Two years ago I was home sick from work when I got the call that one of my friends dads and again, one of my Dad's friends was killed in another logging/trucking accident. Both times I remember what my Dad said to me when I broke the news. When I was a freshman he called me a liar. I had no idea how to react to that. It was the reaction he should have had and the one I would have if one of my friends died. I wished I was a liar at that point. I will never forget sitting in that funeral and watching my Dads shoulders move up and down while he was crying several rows in front of me.

Two years ago I was at my parents house feeling icky so I didn't go to work. I answered the phone and it was a dear family friend who was surprised to hear my voice on the line. She then told me that our other friend was no longer with us. I remember sobbing in the phone. When Dad got home I asked how his day was then told him I was going to ruin it. This time he didn't call me a liar, he said that sucks, what happened and we both cried.

I hated, hated being the one to pass that news onto my Dad but I also didn't want him to find out any other way. Finding out on facebook (not that he has one), in a public place caught off guard or just by random accident is not the way to find out your friend is gone.

After I got off facebook Sunday I wanted so badly to jump in the car and go to camp but with a baby that wasn't really a good idea and I really didn't want to ruin the weekend. Instead I messaged a friend at camp and had my Mom call me. Someone needed to at least have a heads up of what had happened. When Mom called she said Unfortunately I already know why we're talking. While I was still so upset it felt like a weight was lifted. I didn't have to find the 'right words' anymore. There are no right words.

I have wanted to write something on here about this since Sunday but I didn't know what to write because if anyone who knew these people better than I did read this I didn't want them to think I was makin light of the situation or make it about me. It's not.

My thoughts and prayers are with our friends family. I wish there was a way to ease their pain.