Dash and Daxton

I finally got to meet my brother Phillip's baby Daxton! He was born about 3 weeks after Dash. He is too cute. I am so excited I got to see him in person. I hope Daxton and Dash are buddies growing up. Here are some pictures of them together. Feel free to giggle at the size difference. We did!

Daxton on the left and Dash on the right. Look at the difference in the size of their legs!

Tiffany (Daxton's mom) holding both babies.

Again, the legs crack me up.

There you have it. p.s. It was good to see you too Tiffany!!

Dash's Blessing

Scott blessed Dash yesterday. It was amazing. Dash looked up at Scott the whole time. He's still such an angel. I've never known such a content human.

Check out the chicken legs!

I hope I age half as well as my mom. BTW many thanks to my mom for making food for everyone.

This is the face Dixon pulls when he sees a camera.

Almost caught him. He's like a leprechaun. If you blink, he disappears.

Dixon's Playgroup

I finally took some pictures of Dixon at his playgroup. These were taken when they were celebrating Halloween. Sorry some are blurry. Dixon doesn't believe in holding still.

He's a string bean.

Halloween 2010

A picture is worth a thousand words. Here are a few million words...

Dixon was Nemo.

I decided to dress like Scott for Halloween. Pretty convincing, huh?

What can I say? She's a supermodel.

Dixon didn't want to wear his hat. He was very insistent that Scott wear it instead.

I got out Dixon's old hot dog costume for Dash and Dixon wanted to try it on. Hilarious.

Uncle Tyler and Aunt Stacee

Uncle Nine (Ryan) and Aunt Kara

Pumpkin Carving!

Couldn't resist the matching jammies.

Cousins!

Dash, Dixon, Conn, Michael, Erica, Kensey
I love that Dixon has his arm around Dash.

Mr. Mellow

Name That Baby!

DIXON OR DASH?

Pooballs and Peesnakes

I usually prefer these entries to be heavy on pictures and light on words. I have to make an exception on this one. Dixon is officially potty trained. Yeah-didn't think you needed to see pics of that. Anyway, it all began when Dixon started running around naked and bringing me diapers when he needed to go potty. I ran out and checked out about a dozen books on potty training (Typical me, right?) I breezed through them and came to the conclusion that Dixon was not ready. Quite frankly, I didn't think I was ready for the horrors I'd read about. Then a magical thing happened. On a whim, I put Dixon on the potty instead of putting on his diaper when he brought it to me. 3 days later, the kid is house broken. Who knew????? The funny thing is I made it so much more complicated than it needed to be. I made him a cute sticker chart but he only wanted to stick the stickers on Dash and call them "owies." Then I tried giving him an M&M when he used the potty. Wasn't long after that that Buzz Lightyear, a stuffed cat, a few cars, and other random toys suddenly needed to go potty. Of course they each needed a candy reward. How could I say no to that? In the end Dixon didn't need any motivation. He only had 4 accidents. All of them were en route to the potty. So easy clean up. I think what really inspired him was the first time he pooped in the potty. He turned to look at it and his eyes lit up as he yelled out "poopsuhss!" (That's how he says snake.) After that he was so excited to see if his poo would be a poopsnake or pooballs or even a poonana. And you can imagine his delight when he noticed his urine stream was a peesnake. Gotta love this kid!!!
p.s. There is nothing in this world as cute as Dixon in his little underwear.

Our Little Family

Dash had his 2-month check-up. He is doing VERY well. He is in the 91st percentile for height and 50th for weight. Tall and skinny. Weird. He is the best baby. He started sleeping through the night about a week before he turned 2 months. He eats well and never spits up. He hardly ever cries. He doesn't mind tummy time. He started rolling over both directions at 10 weeks. He smiles constantly and loves to tell stories. We are so very very lucky!!!
I decided to post this picture so you can see my perma-red eyes. Sadly it is not Dash causing them but Dixon. He's decided that sleeping at night is over-rated. Scott and I have started considering chloroform. Or horse tranquilizers. It's a good thing he's so cute...

See. Too cute.

Little Angels.

This picture melts my heart. We love our little Dash.

15 Reasons Dixon Is The Best

15. He always manages to find the creepiest old man in a store. Then asks him for a doughnut.
14. Every time I turn around he's running around naked.
13. When I put him to bed at night he says "Bye bye Mommy. Bye bye Daddy. Bye bye Baby Dash" as I'm leaving the room.
12. When he sees fish in a tank he says tells me "Nemo fly!"
11. The other day he wiped a booger on me and then said "eewwww Mommy!" while looking at me as though I had contagious leprosy.
10. When I threaten to leave him somewhere he just waves and smiles.
9. During snack time at his play group he announced "Momma toots!" when my chair groaned.
8. To prevent jealousy and, I'll be honest, shut him up, I gave him a baby bottle full of water. He can now shoot water about 3 feet out of that thing. I can't walk down the stairs without being drenched from above.
7. He's the only kid I know of that thinks the evil shadows on The Princess And The Frog are hilarious.
6. He learned to say naughty before he learned to say mommy.
5. He was playing in a ball pit the other day. He took several balls over and laid them carefully on a sleeping Dash. Then he went back to the ball pit and shoved away any kid that came near the balls. I guess he's mastered selective sharing.
4. He woke up his exhausted, bedraggled parents the other night to ask for his Uncle Ryan.
3. He calls Fruit Loops baby doughnuts.
2. He watched ultimate fighting with Daddy. For 3 weeks he acted as though it had never happened. Then one day he sat on my lap and said "fight" while proceeding to use my chest as a double punching bag.
1. After doing something he's not supposed to do like coloring his body with markers from head to toe or dumping out an entire box of macaroni, he looks at me and says "tah duh!!!"

2 Boys

Well, we've survived six weeks with Dash. Dixon still adores him. He's been so sweet to him. Dash still eats really well and sleeps a lot. I'm still adjusting to 2 little ones needing me at the same time. I swear they coordinate their schedules so they get hungry, tired, or just needy at the exact same time.

Dixon has discovered donuts. He asks for one every day.

Never turn away from a loaded baby. One of the nurses that took care of Dash in the hospital told me Dash did the biggest poop she'd every seen from a baby. Pretty impressive coming from a woman that takes care of babies all day. On this day I was changing a full diaper when I got attacked by projectile poop. I thought I'd given him time to finish. Notice Dixon's little hand pointing to the weapon of choice. He thought it was pretty funny.



Dixon got to hang out with his Dunaway cousins. His latest favorite movie: Lilo and Stitch. He wakes up in the morning asking to watch Lilo.

Dixon and Conn. Trouble.

I tend to project on my boys when I'm cold. Dixon can now fight back. Dash is at my mercy.

Dash and his "lovey." When Dixon hasn't stolen his elephant and thrown it down the stairs, Dash loves to grab it and hug it. Too cute. Thank you Brent and Sarah!
And yes, his hair is falling out at an alarming rate.

Scott and Dash hanging out. Dash looks so much like Dixon when he was new that you can't tell their baby pictures apart. If they have similar personalities I'm in big trouble!

Hospital Pics