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.

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My little buddy is growing up. And he's one little hell raiser.

Hopefully he doesn't accidentally catch anyone on fire tomorrow.

One can only hope.

7 Months with Kassidy

Seven months old today. Make. her. stop.

If you look closely, you'll see two new shiny dentures. Yep, Kassidy grew too little bottom teeth this past month.

For for those of you lucky enough to be my Facebook friend, you already know how we found them.

There we are. Sitting on the bed. Harassing our baby. And by harassing, I mean letting her use us as a jungle gym and making her laugh uncontrollably. Even if you're not a baby person, a baby laughing is one of the cutest sounds you'll ever hear. Now go find a baby and tickle it.

Anyway, I'm having a grand ole time letting Kassidy gnaw on my fingers, until I realize that it hurts like hell.

Fast forward to me yelling "Ouch" and Brady thinking I am a wuss.

Until the same thing happened to him.

So we decide to do some investigative work. And what do you know, we discover two teeth.

And then we give ourselves a pat on the back for finding them and tell ourselves how we are awesome parents. We don't have self esteem issues in case you're wondering.

So if you are lucky enough to see the Kujawskis sometime in the near future, don't stick your finger in our baby's mouth. Cause she bites. And I can't promise you that I won't laugh.

Cats are yummy

Sometimes Kassidy gets super excited about snuggling with her cat.

So she buries her head in Cricket and grabs at her ears.

And then she tries to eat her. Or lick her. Or whatever makes her happy.

And Cricket just lays there and takes it.

Note: No cats were harmed in the taking of these photos.