You are my sunshine

Hunter turned 10 months old Wednesday, and I cannot believe how fast these months have gone by. I found a video on my computer of him cooing when he was around 3 months old and my heart just melted. It seems like it was just yesterday...

And then this one this morning after his nap....

I cleaned out his closet and dresser this afternoon, boxing up all of the clothes that do not fit anymore and hanging up the new series of outfits. Anyhow, I was hanging up all his new 12-18 month clothes, and comparing it to some of his newborn stuff that was still laying around, of course I cried. I don't know when he grew, but he did! So I'm borrowing this idea from Kelly's Korner to give a bit of a run down of what Hunter's been up to lately!
So Mr. Hunter Scott:

• You weigh 23 lbs and 3 oz. (99 percentile)
  
• You measure around 31 1/2 inches, but I can't get the real length myself because you squirm so much! (80 percentile)
• You aren't allergic to anything, so far, and have tried all of the Gerber foods stages 1-3, and have started eating table foods more and more. You love to feed yourself, even though it's super messy for Mommy to clean up.
• You like foods we don't expect you to like. You love pickles, lemons and sauerkraut. You don't like bananas or applesauce.
  
• You're shaking your head "no" when you don't want something!
  
• You crawl fast enough to catch the cat and walk along the furniture. You stand on your own and clap your hands, too. You've tried taking a couple of steps, and have gotten to 3 steps, then you sit down and shake your head "no."
  
• When you're across the room and doing something Mommy or Daddy don't like and we say "Hunter, no." you simply wave at us and go back to what you were doing.
  
• You've started napping 1.5 hours twice a day, instead of your 3, 15 minute catnaps that you have been doing the last 10 months.
• You give high fives and low fives like no other.
• You love playing catch with Mommy and Daddy with your Fisher Price Roll-Around Balls. You throw it to us, we roll it to you, you throw it back.
• Oh, the Marines at Daddy's squadron taught you how to throw. It was nice of them. You like to throw. You throw your toys over the gate and down our stairs. You throw your pacifier at the cat and your food at the walls. You also threw a pickle at Daddy as he was coming up the stairs a couple of weeks ago, and that was pretty funny.
• You love your Mr. Bear that your Grandpa Paul got you and your stars blankey. You carry them with you and they go everywhere with you.
• You have more toys than an FAO Schwarz it seems somedays, but you really do seem to play with every one of them. You take each one out of your toy box, play with it for 2-3 minutes and move on to the next one, until the box is empty.
  
• Last night you learned how to climb on to the couch. Mommy is glad you learned how to climb down last month, otherwise we'd be in trouble.
• You climbed into your stroller this morning and you were jumping in it when Mommy caught you and put the stroller away. That's scary, you shouldn't do that!
  
• You love to chase the cat. You also play catch with her. Some days she takes naps with you, but only if Mommy is working in your room so she can watch. She slept with you a lot in the pack-and-play downstairs during the day, but now that it's not downstairs anymore, she can only sleep with you supervised.
• You chit chat as much as you can. We don't know what you're saying, but you mean do, and you mean it! You say dada when you're upset or in the car, mama when you're excited or bored and everything in between all the other times!
  
• Your eyes are still blue and we're starting to think they may stay that way. They're not dark, they aren't light, they are a very bright, vibrant blue.
• You are growing a lot of hair lately, and always wake up with it a mess. When we go out, Mommy likes to put it in a faux hawk with BabyRedken 11.
• You typically go to bed every night at 8:30 or 9:00 and sleep through the night most of the time. Lucky for us, you always seem to wake up on weekends, when we don't have to wake up early.
  
• You're working on your 7th and 8th teeth (on the bottom next to your center teeth) and bite HARD!
  
• We love you so much and are so thankful you were put into our lives!
  
  

Missing in Action?

I planned to post I swear! But recently I've been having some computer problems (thanks to Gerber Tiny Juice Bites and Hunter's obsession with my keyboard) and half my keyboard doesn't work right now... So I'm copy and pasting letters to type this. I'll post later.

Drumroll Please

Please, meet the newest member of our family..........
*DRUMROLL*
Chesty the English Bulldog
He is 5 years old and just about the sweetest dog I've ever met. The people who owned him couldn't keep him because of a child's medical issues, so we've taken him in.
Hunter and Chesty get along swell and Chesty rode the entire ride home with his head on Hunter's lap (Hunter was in his car seat and the backseat is pretty small with a big dog and a Britax in the back).
Chesty likes stuffed frogs, linoleum floors and being scratched on the nose.
He is going on a healthy diet though, because the big guy weighs 100 lbs. and is used to getting tons of table scraps. We don't want him to develop hip problems or any other health problems, so no more human food for Chesty.
He did come with a Marine Corps uniform though!
Isn't he darn cute?

I can't wear my sunglasses in traffic

Yep, the title is true. Random fact for you. If traffic gets heavy, the sunglasses go to the top of my head. I also am afraid of freeways. I actually have a lot of qualms associated with being in a car. Kiefer and I are actually on the hunt for a larger, safer vehicle for me. So maybe I'll be able to go to base and get on the freeway, and not take back roads (which is pretty sucky) all the way through San Diego and take and hour or more driving 12 miles.
This was Hunter's reaction to his Halloween skunk costume. That face, is not a happy one. Poor baby. It's the hood that scared him. We'll paint his face for trick-or-treating (going with a couple we know who has older children) that way he doesn't have to wear the hood, and you can still tell he's a skunk.
Not that the stripe down his back and the fuzzy tummy doesn't shout "hey look at me!" However, if we put the hood up, he'll become a real stinker.

I hope I'm not a terrible mother for taking these photos as he was throwing a fit. I was trying to capture the cuteness, since Kiefer was on 24 hour guard duty and. I was trying to get a good photo on my phone to send to him so he could see it.

So now we look forward to a weekend of (hopefully) sleeping in, (hopefully) no work call-ins for Kiefer, and a peaceful, quiet, relaxing home.

Oh and here's my recipe for Kelly's Korner "Show us how you live" go-to dinner recipes. I am new to this housewife gig, but I've definitely been trying and I've made this quite a bit this last month. To give credit, I got it off of cooks.com, I think.
Chicken and Dumplings
*I serve them with simple boiled okra and red potatoes*

4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves
2 tablespoons butter
2 (10.75 ounce) cans condensed cream of chicken soup
1 onion, finely diced
2 (10 ounce) packages refrigerated biscuit dough, torn into pieces

1. Place the chicken, butter, soup, and onion in a slow cooker, and fill with enough water to cover.
2. Cover, and cook for 5 to 6 hours on High. About 30 minutes before serving, place the torn biscuit dough in the slow cooker. Cook until the dough is no longer raw in the center.

And the envelope please....

Pet Peeves... Maybe I'm just easily irritated but I have quite a few. Call this a b..ching post if you must, maybe I'm just sleepy. However, I thought this could be fun, no blog hop or anything like that but a few blogs are doing it, and I'm picking up on that too.
*He's not a pet peeve, he's just cute and has learned how to climb stairs!*
1. Standing to close in conversation
I was a hair stylist at one point, I get the whole sometimes you have to invade personal space to do something. However--that is not the case to get your point across. I will not invade your bubble, please do not invade mine.
2. Smacking your gum.
If you're going to chew gum, don't do it like a cow. And for the sake of all etiquette classes--not in my ear on the telephone!
3. Tossing around words in conversation that mean something else, but using them as an insult.
This is probably my top peeve. People do not realize how offensive it is when they call someone "gay" or "a retard." To each their own on opinions on homosexuality, but personally, I have family and friends who are GLBTQ--and I love them just the way they are.
More offensive to me is the term "retard" being thrown around in conversation. Those who use that word have never had a person with a mental special need in your family, or if you have--you're just ignorant.
4. People who call way too early. Self explanatory. The actual reason for this post. :)

6 Word Saturday

Ordering pizza. Tired of house guests.

A Bird's Eye View of Us

So I've been a tad bit busy, hence the lack of blog updates.
It's been a busy week, from a job interview (working at home, but still--anything helps!), tons of laundry, unexpected blessings, unexpected bills, Kiefer being off a lot this week and a bunch of other stuff.Today we're watching football. We picked Kiefer's friend up from the barracks and invited him over to watch Alabama vs. Virginia Tech, they're rooting for Alabama. I am neutral. Football's not something I know much about.Last night we went to a birthday party for another one of Kiefer's friends, that was a lot of fun. Hunter had plenty of fun playing and having fun, then promptly fell asleep and we put him to bed in their daughter's nursery in a pack n play.
So I mentioned a job. I'll be watching a 6 month old baby boy, Monday through Friday all day. His daddy is a sailor and his mom is a teacher, and I think Hunter could use a playmate. He's just a few months younger than Hunter so Hunter can teach him plenty, I'm sure!
Other than that, I've spent the week doing the things I've mentioned above, and of course organizing my shoe closet. Ah, how I love shoes....