12,000 Words (more or less)

Kekoa said no self-respecting mommy would put her son to work on his birthday.  Hogwash, I say, but still, the excitement of gifts seems to have drained his creativity.  And I'm not sure if he'll be writing any more posts.  Maybe he'll guest-post occasionally.

But to tide over the wild clamoring fans (grandmas) out there, I present to you the story of his life:
[edit: whoops, I skipped a month and mislabeled some of the pictures accordingly.  all fixed now.]

One week

1 month

2 months

3 months

4 months

5 months

6 months

7 months

8 months

9 months

11 months 

12 months

12 months

Goodbye Hawaii

We're back (and just about time adjusted, but still sleep-deprived) after our trip to Hawaii and California.  And it was lovely.

*Apparently, to Hawaiian mosquitoes I am an exotic delicacy.  And apparently Josh and Kekoa, having Hawaiian blood, are not??  You're welcome, everyone, for being tastier than you.

*Somehow after 13 days of beach and pool time, we managed to avoid sunburning Kekoa's fair skin.  And then in the very last four hours before we got on the plane...bam!  Sunburn!

*I packed the camera.  And then the night before we left Kekoa did something cute and I wanted to take a picture.  And then I forgot to repack the camera.  Ergo: NOT A SINGLE PICTURE OF HAWAII.  I feel sick about this.  We did get family portraits done with Josh's whole family, so at least there's something, but please, somebody tell me they took a few of the day-to-day shots.  Please???  Fortunately, when Kekoa is around my Mom has a camera plastered to her face, so we have plenty of CA pictures.

*Kekoa has nine - yes, nine - living great-grandparents.  And as of June 1st, he has met every single one.

*After spending multiple hours in church cry rooms for various church, graduation, and baccalaureate events (we were out late a lot), I feel that there needs to be a public service announcement.  So, ahem.  Here goes.

When you are in an unfamiliar church, please please please assume that any windows/mirrors in the back are cry rooms.  Please assume that there are people IN the cry rooms.  And therefore, do not:

• Check to see if there's anything in your teeth.
• Adjust your undergarments.
• Suck in your stomach and turn sideways to check your figure.
• Touch up your lipstick (my goodness, the facial expressions!)
• Do your stretching exercises or dance with the music (really, people?  Do you have to zumba during the service?  Bonus points for making me laugh my head off, though)
• Pace back and forth when there's a slideshow going on.
• Plaster your rear end against the glass and lean on it obliviously while my little brother is speaking!  Trust me, it's awkward to figure how to get you to move.  Tapping on the glass just seemed a little too...personal.    

  So the moral of the story is: be paranoid of mirrors.  You never know when they're one-way.