Today we took Paxton in for his 18 month (well 19 month to be exact) checkup. He is 20% in height and 55% in weight. A little short, a little chubby. That’s the way we like them. (Jessika you should come to Helena and be a pediatrician..think about it!!!)
Speaking of a little chubby, I need to tell the story behind these icecream pics. The kids were playing so well and I was so in need of a shower, so I quickly ran and took a short one. When I got out all was quiet. Anessa was still playing and I could see Paxton’s legs dangling off one of the chairs in the kitchen. I looked around and found him hooked up with his very own icecream cone. (Nessa was so proud that she had gotten him one all by herself.) Talk about icecream bliss.

Eat a little, smear a little…


And then there is Nessa, she’s been entertaining us with the english language that she is trying so hard to learn.
“Mom, what does ‘forget it’ mean?” etc, etc,
The other day she asked Kev if she could change her clothes (she’d do it 20 times a day, but this is a pet-peave for Kev) and he explained that she should just keep the ones she has on. She was put out by that answer and huffed a little and said,
“Dad, I’m crazy, I’m going to change my clothes.”
No reaction from Kev.
“Dad, I’m dangerous, I’m going to change my clothes.”
To which we started giggling at her attempt to use the new vocab she is learning (from the latest rescue hero movie I’m guessing)
“Dangerous”..”Crazy”… nice word choices Nessa.





















































