Be Honest... You Hated Me, Right?

Kay. So I was feeling really bad that I didn't write a letter to Kyle when he turned six months old. I went back into my blog archives to see what I wrote about when Rhys was six months, because I knew I was much more 'on top' of this blog thing back then. 

And BARF. This post is the post I found. Gawd, I was so HAPPY back then. When I showed it to Warren he said in disbelief "Who IS this woman? Was I married to this woman?". I guess I'm a bit of a grumpy bear lately (or, as my friend Keri put it, 'wound up'). I will assume that everyone who read that post secretly hated me and my 'perfect' little baby who slept so well.

Well, Mr. Kyle is a pretty perfect baby, despite the interrupted sleep he gives us these days. We're working on it.

So here I am, FINALLY, posting some pics of this sweet little boy, at his half-point trip around the sun.

"Look, I can sit and play with my big brother!"

curly toes

"Finally! Real food."

So advanced. Doing puzzles already.

Pushing my chest off the ground.

Up on my hands and knees.

Wowza! I'm ready to go!

Some Kyle stats:

- Started crawling at 5 months

- Started pureed foods at 5.5 months

- Started sitting at 6 months

- Still has not slept through the night (12 hrs)

- Still nursing

- Laughs and smiles a lot

- Had his first 'mum mum' at just over six months

- Weighs 16lbs

- Eyes are turning from vibrant blue to blue/grey like Warren's

- Still not much hair

Magnificent Manitoba

Us Warenkos all descend from Manitoba. Specifically, Winnipeg Manitoba. As a child, my parents would make the trek twice a year. Once in the summer and once at Christmas. Driving to Winnipeg was just a part of life.

When I married Warren he told me he had a 'reverse bucket list'. Things he NEVER wanted to do before he died. First on the list: Drive to Winnipeg. So, when Rhys was 11 months old we flew. He was still free. It was glorious. We were there SO FAST compared to the 14 hour drive. I wondered to myself "why in God's name would anyone travel to Winnipeg any other way?".

Then along came Kyle, and Rhys was no longer free. The sticker shock changed Warren's tune pretty fast. So, our new family of four decided we would drive to Winnipeg so our family could see Rhys again, and meet Kyle.

For me, the most important thing I wanted to accomplish, aside from all the visiting, gazebo sitting, perogy eating, vodka slush drinking, and lake living, was to get the traditional picture of the boys with their Great Grandparents. All the grand kids have these pics, and I love that we get to carry on the tradition with our own kids. Same house. Same place. Same chair. How many kids are lucky enough to have Great Grandparents as young and wonderful as our two boys do? Not many, that's for sure.

Rhys grabbed the camera and took this pic.

Warren posted this on Facebook with the caption "With the Weather Channel and Great Grampas, who needs cribs?

Rhys and his cousin Alyssa, who he adores.

Action shot!

On the steam train at Assiniboine Park

At the cabin with his two cousins (meeting them for the first time),  Mason and Logan.

Holding my (big) little man.

Why do boys like to kick?

Again with the kicking.

Uncle Garnie...sorry, but the fedora looks WAY better on Rhys.

Love this kid! On the beach in Lac Du Bonnet.

About to go boating.

"Don't worry Kyle. You're safe because I've got a death grip on your crotch!

Cousin Erik, and Auntie Joanne.

Too much excitement for this babe.

I'm on a boat!

You people take way too long to pack.

Mason and Kyle

Morning hair out on the deck.