So, it’s like Rhen’s 9 month birthday and what else is there to do except put on The Pretenders and have some green beans for breakfast?
We’re very proud that Rhen has nine months in and nine months out. He’s evened up the score and is ready for the world. Tricks include: Non-stop babbling/whining (we love him, really we do), standing with the support of “the block”, walking with daddy, sitting upright (no brainer), hitting toys together, knows his name, and most remarkable of all, he knows all the presidents of the U.S. (that went easier than I thought it would), chronologically.
At this point, life would be unimaginable without Rhen, and I mean that without any sarcasm. I honestly do. Now, I’m not going to glow and call him God’s little precious gift. For one, that’s just country crock, and some days he’s far from it. But’s it’s just like anything that you love–somedays it’s bursting. Somedays, not so much, but it’s always constant. Always there. Even Chrissy Hynde’s black tortured soul has figured that out.
Other news: Our friends Charlie, Lynn and their two boys moved to Marshall, MN. We miss them a bunch. Rhen has three teeth. Two on the bottom and one snaggle tooth on top. Christi searched high and low for an Eiffel tower charm for Kendall. No luck. And me? I want to be The Man. The man that can fix the water softener again. I’m still looking for him. Please come back. Our skin is dry.