Eight teeth and standing up

We have one more week before Paul's ten month mark and he's already grinning with eight teeth. (With a ninth on the way!) I almost hate to say it, but I'm counting down the days to his first birthday so I can ween him...



For about two weeks now Paul's been pulling himself up onto furniture and cruising around the house.


Look at those muscles!


What a man-(child)!



I have a word of caution to any new mothers out there. The pulling-up stage could bring difficulty back to bedtime. For the first week of his new-found standing skills, Paul would automatically pull himself up every time we lay him in his crib. The problem was that he didn't know how to get back down, so he'd be standing and crying - completely stuck. Blair or I would go in to lay him down again, but, no matter how exhausted he was, he would just get right back up. Thankfully, this stage was short lived and he goes to bed without a fuss now. He's also learned how to get down to all fours himself now. Yay!

This is the cute face I get to see every morning! He laughs all the time now! It's so fun!

Running, flying and catching spiders

On Saturday, Blair, Paul and I attended the second annual Running for Risa event. We thought we wouldn't be able to do it this year because Blair had to get on a plane and head to Michigan for a business trip that morning. We thought his plane was leaving at 11:00am, so I enjoyed the extremely rare pleasure of sleeping in because Paul went back to bed that morning for some mysteriously magical, wonderful reason. However, my slumber was interrupted as gently as it ever could be by my sweet husband saying something about his flight actually being later, and how we could go to the running event after all. I roll over and glanced at the clock. It read 8:20. What!?! That meant the race was starting in 40 minutes! I tore myself from the bed, hair up, shoes on, baby (who was sill in his pajamas) strapped in the car and off we went to the race!

Paul and I signed up for the 5k, since we really haven't been training for anything, while Blair signed up for the 10k. (That's his version of, "oh, I wasn't planning on running this morning".)

Here's a great pic of me blabbing Paige's ear off just after we started the run. (I hope you don't mind me posting a picture of your gorgeous self, Paige.)


Blair had to get going, I guess, and left us in the dust. (Dang! He's so good lookin'!)



As I came across the finish line, they announced that "Blair Hasler" had just come through. Sure enough, as the real Blair finished his 10k the credit was given fully to "Rebecca Hasler". I guess our names were switched...

Later that day, we dropped Blair off at the airport for his business trip. We sure missed him while he was gone, but thankfully, it was a short trip and we got to pick him up on Tuesday afternoon. He had tales of cancelled flights,  Las Vegas lights, loud Michigan geese, eating ice cream, watching The Hunger Games, and something about antennas for semi trucks. What a great trip!

Here's the random addition for this post: This HUGE spider was found on Paul's bedroom wall! This picture doesn't capture the sheer magnitude of this beast's massive body! As if it's size wasn't bad enough, this guy was one of those super fast spiders! I'm getting better about disposing of little arachnids myself, but this was definitely a job for Blair.



Well, that's all for now, folks. Until next time! Sleep tight, and don't forget to check your walls for spiders! Muahahaha!!!

Paul feeling suspense for the first time

He knows it's coming.