Doodlebug

22 years ago today a very special baby boy came into the world and changed my life.  Which makes it sound really dramatic, like I gave birth at 18.  Not so much.  The baby who was born was actually the son and baby brother of a family in my home church.  I was about to graduate from high school and wasn't sure I was ready to go right to college.  The woman who had been watching the baby's big sister decided not to watch both of them and the family asked if I wanted a job after graduation.  I said yes, meant to take a year, but then spent 2 1/2 years loving on those babies before finally forcing myself off to school.  How could I resist these faces?

I miss those babies.  They both grew up into incredible adults of whom I'm super proud, but I do miss these little squishies.  I've spoken about these guys before (KGHK and KAH) and went with initials for their nicknames because I wasn't sure either would appreciate me using their baby nicknames (although I don't think either of them read this, so it would be OK).  For tonight's birthday post, though, KAH gets to go back to being Doodlebug.  Because Doodlebug shoes actually exist:

See?  Love the little red ones although for big sister rather than baby brother.  Doodlebug could totally have pulled off the brown boots with his overalls.

These are also cute, but again, not for Doodlebug.  The rest of the shoes are baby boy shoes, not Doodlebug shoes.  Because I couldn't find any more.  And because I wanted baby shoes.

How cute are these?  PB would be quite dapper in these.

Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Someone please tell the hubby to knock me up with a baby boy so the PB could have these.  Loooooooove.

It's a caterpillar, but I'm calling it a Doodlebug.  Deal with it.

Love these, too.  So cute.  This post is making my ovaries yell at me about baby boys.

More dapper shoes!  I've always loved babies in overalls, apparently I also love baby boys in dapper, handsome little shoes and hats.

I can't believe it's been 22 years since I graduated from high school and Doodlebug made his appearance in the world.  Happy Birthday to the baby boy I remember, and the handsome, amazing man he has become.

Hops

Between high school and college I took some time off and did daycare for a family in my home town.  KGH was 2 1/2 when I started and KAH was 3 months.  I was only supposed to take a year off, but I fell in love with those babies and 1 year turned into 2 1/2.  Both of them had some funny ways of saying things, like all kids do.  My family still says hot weeder hider instead of hot water heater because KGH said it and it cracked us up.  KAH had his own language, though.  I swear I should have been able to count it as my foreign language requirement when I got to college.  One thing he did was to call animals by their sounds instead of their names.  Dogs were woofs, cows were moos, etc.  My favorite, though, was bunnies.  Bunnies don't really make sounds normally, so KAH promptly switched gears and called them hops.  That was a rather long way of saying that today we will be talking about hops.  You might have thought we were going to talk about jumping, or possibly beer, from the title, but nope.  It's still Easter, so we're going to talk about bunnies.  And because the PF sent me some really fun bunny shoes:

Oh my goodness do I love these.  So very adorable!

 

These are also cute in a sweet and goofy kind of way.  I can totally see a 5-7 year old rocking these.

Adorable.  Must find a pattern.  Although my tension is usually off and my baby shoes end up being slightly different sizes.  So they would be sibling bunnies instead of twin bunnies.

These are not from the PF.  I found them and had to share.  I love the blue with white polka dots, and would love whole shoe if it didn't mean WALKING ON THE HEAD OF A BUNNY.  What is wrong with people? Poor little hops.  I'd bet they'd have lots to say about this.

And one last picture.  My uncle sent this to me the other day.  These are slippers that were given to me.  They were very warm and comfortable.  Weird to walk in, though, as the heads were heavy and flopped around some.  I've never really thought it was all about me, though.  It's a running joke in my family, especially with me and my aunt, where we say this, but never actually mean it.

Ah, hops.  KGH is now 23 and got married last summer (so I guess she'd be KGHK now), and KAH just turned 21 yesterday.  I am oooooold.