First hair cut

He doesn't have much hair, but what little hair he does have is so long and whispy.  It was time.  It was actually past time, but the last two rainy days called for pajamas and I needed it to be forever known in the blurb record books that I do indeed shower. I was expecting tears and was prepared with cookie bribes, but he was so chill.  Except who knew cutting and shaping whispy hair could be so difficult?! It ended up being a bit of a hack job, but I'm sure a little combover will do the trick.  I will miss his static strands sticking straight up when he goes down slides and I'm a little ticked at how the loss of a few hairs can make him look so grown up. Thankfully, the little peach fuzzy shoulders remind me that he is still my baby. {And as a side note, my 9th grade biology class taught me that dark hair is the dominate gene, so how did 3/4 of my Asian babies end up with my pre-colored light hair? Didn't Jason know that I married him for his thick shiny dark hair and the hope of it getting bestowed upon my future heirs? Oh, and for his motorcycle.}

Dancing in the rain

Kylie wanted to do a dance photo shoot in the rain.  And then it got photobombed by two adorably soaking wet boys who didn't want to miss out on the fun.

Then after stripping him down to take a bath he snuck outside for a little streaking session. That chubby little bum gets me every time.

A brag worthy weekend

This weekend was filled with some of my favorite things...watching Kylie dance at a halftime show, girls night at Sonic, movie night on the projector, watching Jayden dominate on the court and then topping it all off with a good old hearty rainstrom.  The only thing missing was Jason who was busy getting his hottness on while Snowboarding in Utah.

So yeah, January...

January brought some record highs. Nobody was complaining.

January found Kylie getting in touch with her inner Martha and baking her first ever banana bread with zero help from mom. And it was delicious.  And she cleaned up after herself. This could be the start of a beautiful thing.

January stole my beautiful view out of the kitchen window.  Doing dishes isn't quite as enjoyable anymore.

January brought another visit from the Strange Man from Las Vegas.  He found his birthday mustache and discovered if he licks it then it will stick again.  He wore it all day and even into the evening where after Tom Selleck requested chocolate chip cookies, our very own Alex Trebek accompanied us to Jason's work dinner.

January revolved around dance, but of course every month revolves around dance for Kylie.  She does continue to amaze me.

January found Jayden working on his swagger.  He was hoping his matching clothes, bike and cut off gloves would attract the ladies.  Always on the prowl, always on the prowl.  I did like riding a few laps around the cul-de-sac discussing his female options with him. 

January snuck in a few snuggles.  I cranked up Pandora to get pumped for Monday cleaning day and Ryder reached up to dance with me, and for the entire Lumineers' "Ho Hey" song he snuggled up on my shoulder.  It was the best 2 minutes and 42 seconds of my day. 

January found these two buddies being as cute as ever. Except when Ryder is constantly hitting.  Maddox is a lover and Ryder is a fighter, but they make it work.  I was in the shower when Ryder woke up and I came in to find this.  It totally makes up for when Ryder calls every strange man that we pass "dada".  That can make for a few uncomfortable smiles and nods.

January STILL finds Gangnum Style completely entertaining, but only when it's my kids performing it.  And Ryder's sideways shuffle that he does around the house all day long will never get old.

And January brought my favorite picture of all time.  Ryder in the time out corner for hitting.  Seriously, that little diaper bum and then when he peeks at me out of the corner of his eye with a sly little smile....just too much.  January was good to us. And it's not even over.