Saturday, July 20, 2013

Some Things Never Change

With every holiday that comes and goes my sentimental heart likes to take a little jog down memory lane. I like to ponder what it was that we were doing that exact day, just one year ago. Recently I played this little mind game on the Fourth of July, and it is amazing all that can change in 365 days. Last year we had just moved back to Arizona from Texas. Since then we had bought our first home. We added a new addition to our little family. I gained ten pounds. Brad lost more hair. And Khage... well it seems he is still walking around a few garments short of an outfit.
Although he did upgrade from a diaper to some very patriotic under-roos.

 July 4th, 2012
July 4th, 2013
It seems that in one year a whole heck of a lot can change... while other things stay exactly the same. Next year I vow to make sure he is fully dressed on this holiday, if not for the sake of this blog then purely just out of respect for this country. I guess he could always argue that he rocks a modest birthday suit on this fair nations birthday. To that I say nice try but no sparkler.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

A Letter to Woody

You are one lucky toy. You get played with more then anything else that Khage owns. At first I felt sorry for you because of the abuse you take on everyday from this rambunctious boy. You have been buried in the sand, soaked with the hose and ran over by his scooter. You are filthy, stained and your poor cowhide vest is fading. You look well over a few years old and yet he has had you less then two months. He begs me to let you in the bath with him, and as much as you need a good bathing, I don't think you soaking up his dirty bath water will help you smell any better. And I now get the constant request that you be strapped into a seat belt whenever you accompany us to the store. You were gifted to Khage from Harlyn on the day she was born, an attempt at easing the change that came along with getting a new sibling and I think it has worked wonderfully. Khage quickly attached himself to you, with the buddy system in full affect since the day you were freed from your box. You sleep with him during the night, sometimes you accompany us during dinner, I don't doubt that one day you will vacation with us as well. But then there are days that you get benched, he will set you down somewhere and days will pass before you are played with again and I will think your sweet friendship has finally come to end. I figure the bond between boy and toy has finally dwindled but its never too long before he has picked you right up and you are back to being lovingly abused. I have come to realize that the happiest toys are the ones that are worn and tattered by constant use, if battle wounds are proof of love then you cowboy are one loved toy. You truly got a friend in him.