Friday, March 9, 2012

8 Months with Kassidy

Kassidy literally became a celebrity on her 8th month birthday.

It just so happens that I needed a cute picture of a baby to accompany a story my office was working on related to infant motor development.

And it just so happens that I knew exactly where to find a cute baby.

And since the story got some nice attention from the media, Kassidy ended up in a variety of really cool places online.

Like Futurity, a national news site for top research universities.


Or as the feature story in TAMUtimes, Texas A&M's online newsletter.

And, finally, on the actual Texas A&M homepage (screenshot below...way below. Like at the very bottom of this post).

After her 15 minutes of fame were up, Kassidy decided it was time to start pulling up with our help. First on Mommy. Then on her Baby Einstein table. And then on the dog.

That was pretty funny — I won't lie. Because every time Massey would move, Kassidy would fall face first on the floor and just look up and smile.

And besides starting to pull up and stand like a big girl, she decided to pretty much gum an entire pork chop the other day. Says a lot about Daddy's grilling skills.

And with two front teeth starting to poke through, it won't be long until this child has four pearly whites to help her out.

She's still so close to crawling, but hasn't quite figured out how to move forward instead of backward. But I know she'll get it soon.

And then I better start keeping my floors clean. Ugh.

Now she has no choice but to become an Aggie. Good thing she looks way cute in maroon.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Garage doors can kill

Or at least make you cry like a baby.

Fortunately for me, I just cried like a baby. But I didn't die.

I know what you're thinking. "How did a garage door almost kill you? You live in a trailer house. You don't even have a garage?"

Yes, this is all true. But that's because a garage door almost killed me in college.

Okay, so I lived in a trailer house in college too. I know, I have a thing for temporary housing. But Brady lived in an actual house with his three roommates, and they had a garage.

So see friends, this is a true story. I swear. And while I did not, for any reason, think it was funny at the time, I now find myself laughing every time I think about it.

Probably because I know I looked like an idiot.

And nobody came to my rescue.

As I stood outside in Brady's driveway with eight of my 10 fingers slammed in the groove of his garage door. Apparently I wasn't paying attention where I placed my fingers to help shut the garage door.

And I couldn't yell for help. Nobody was home. And I couldn't call for help, because you need fingers to dial a number, and my fingers were preoccupied.

So I just stood there, crying, with my face pressed up against the garage door, thinking "this is how I am going to die. This is how Brady will find my dead body. And thank goodness I don't need to go to the bathroom."

And thank goodness Facebook didn't exist back then. Or Smartphones. Or else I would have ended up all over the Internet.

Well good thing I didn't have to think about my death for too long, because all of a sudden, my purple, flattened fingers slipped out of the door.

And I calmly walked back to my Explorer, inspected my fingers, realized they didn't need to be amputated, and drove away.

And called Brady to tell him exactly what happened. And that I would never, ever, ever, ever, ever touch his garage door again. Especially by myself.

And Brady still decided to marry me. And have a baby with me. And just recently, we remembered this story, and I retold it just like I did above, and we both looked at each other and started laughing.

And one day, I will tell Kassidy this story. And embarrass her in front of her friends or boyfriend. And it will be awesome.

And she will probably give me this look.