The Adventures of August

Nothing is safe anymore.  Since Gus started walking at 9 months we've had to make adjustments as to where we place things so he can't reach them.  Phones, wallets, keys, and remotes have been placed farther and farther back on dressers and tables so the little man can't reach them when on his tippy toes.  About a month ago Gus mastered the stairs, so he can now go up and down on his own.  He is feeling so confident in fact, that, instead of going down the stairs backwards, he is walking down forwards.  I can't watch him do this as I get to be a nervous wreck.  To add to his freedom and my prison, Gus can now crawl up on a chair and then onto the table.  I didn't know he could do this until I heard him playing with something I knew I had set far enough back on the kitchen table that he shouldn't have been able to reach it.  I go into the kitchen to discover him sitting in the chair.  He smiled at me, that sneaky, proud smile, and then crawled up on the table to get something else he wasn't supposed to have.  Oh- AND this kid can unlock the dishwasher and open it to get his hands on all sorts of fun toys.

Things like phones and remotes are just baby magnets.  Somehow they always manage to get their hands on them.  And no kid likes these things to be taken away from them.  Hans actually had a great way of dealing with this by taking the remote or phone and saying, "Thank you."  This seemed to work for a while and even became a game as Gus would find something he wasn't supposed to have, hand it over and he himself would then say, "Thank you".  Now it has become another sort of game.  Gus has decided to change the rules and I don't like the way he plays.  He will now seek out a remote or phone, taunt you with it, run away (and those chunky legs can run fast) then when you are getting close enough to grab the item, he will throw it.  Such a punk!

You would think I don't watch my kids.  But, I'm pretty sure they tag team me.  I know there has to be some sort of conversation going on between my two boys.  One does something that demands my attention and, as soon as my back is turned, the other kid runs in the other direction to do something else.  I think they do these things because they enjoy watching their pregnant mom run around all day.  They have a sick sense of humor...they take after their father.

August's New Do

I have to say right up front that I won the argument.  Not only did I win, but Hans claims that I've never been more right and he has never been more wrong about any one thing.  This is not to say that I've never been right before.  I'm often times right, but I guess just not this right.  Hans finally caved in and let me take August to get his hair cut.  I've been trimming his hair for a few months now, but it just got out of control.  Hans wanted to keep his hair the length it was.  He was afraid if it was shorter it would look like he was bald or sickly. - No offense to all the bald men out there.  My handsome father in-law is bald by choice and as he says, he is "super-natural". -  When Gus started sporting the Justin Bieber hairdo, Hans knew we had to get it cut.

Before...

He is a cutie, but that hair is just out of control.  It looked especially spectacular when he would run his yogurt filled hands through his luxurious locks.  As you can tell, he is fussing to me about something while showing me his big muscles....boys.

After...

MUCH better!  He looks handsome and well-behaved...don't let him fool you.

And, here is John's new summer do.  John thinks he looks more like his daddy like this.

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