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Guess what you guys (and by that, of course I mean Rocky, my only loyal reader), my baby is all but 11 months old.  I know what you're thinking, and yes, I do think I deserve a medal for keeping him alive and in such great condition. Or maybe a cookie. Thank you. Here are some fun things we have done in the month of July. (Yes, I am well aware I haven't written anything since April, so you will have to backlog on a different form of social media to remind yourself of the glory that was May and June.)

We went to the cabin on Lake Minnewaska and Dane wore these cute pj's. (Jamma Jamma Jamma Jamma Jamma PJ!)

He also learned how to play bags. And showed how on trend he was by wearing a boy tank top. Technically a boy tank top romper, which I really hope catches on with the larger male set. Do you hear me, Chase? Make it happen.

What's better than climbing stairs I ask you? Nothing. I'll tell you what's worse though, trying to go back down. How dare you try to teach me valuable life skills that could prevent concussions and even death, Mother? (I am the worst.)

Dane rides fairly contentedly in this lovely jogging stroller for some hours each week. It has been super great to go on family runs and we have enjoyed a slightly cooler summer, which makes my little overheating self ever so grateful. 

Sometimes I pause on family bike rides to try to capture cute pictures of him down by the river with these really cool weeds flowers that I love. How many years do you think he'll put up with my shenanigans? I hope with all my heart that he learns early on that it's best to just smile for the photos and get it over with like his father has. Lead by example, Mikel. 

The Oswego Community Pool has been a Headrick Hotspot all summer! Danger loves the ability to crawl into and out of the pool. Splash around and repeat. 

This week we are working on adding 2 new teeth to our 4-tooth set.  Sometimes we cry about this. And sometimes our mom takes a picture of our sad little dimple butt. 

And finally, the walking. It's starting! He can cruise and turn in all different directions with this puppy. Also, 10 whole independent steps. Still a nervous nell to embark on his own, but pretty cool to see him learning this skill that all abled-leg persons can perform. Milestones, people. Milestones.

I'm a classy, classy lady

I am not as classy and refined as I might like. There, I said it.  In most cases, this bothers me not. I am born and raised in Morris, MN after all, and generally am content and happy with what is easy and cheap. But sometimes, every so often, I like to try to fake it. You know, when we are, say, at a nicer restaurant than Chipotle or if I should happen to be shopping at Crate & Barrel for a bridal shower gift, as I was tonight. I don't feel I'm asking for the moon in these situations, just to maintain a little dignity, potentially fit in with the fancy Geneva folk and, if at all possible, NOT have my sweet boy destroy his Blackhawks outfit in a shit storm. But like I said, I'm not classy. And neither is my boy. Get used to it, Crate & Barrel.

What, Mom? I'm just producing a ridiculous amount of waste for a shrunken human while sitting in this fantastic chair we can't afford. It's fine.

Sidenote: If there is something I love more than baby jeans, I don't know what that is. Maybe goat cheese. 

Oh hi.

Hey, guess what? I had "Vulture." In August. It's April. Turns out being a mom is time consuming. I'm a little bummed I haven't forced myself to post all the little joys for posterity's sake, but I didn't and there's no use going down the twisted path of "shoulda coulda woulda" because, let's face it, I'm a life-long procrastinator and we could be here awhile listing my plethora of short falls.

So here's stuff that has happened in the last 7 months. In no particular order. Because I'm not great at computers and I give up trying to get the pictures in the correct order. This boy is such a delight and we are enjoying every moment with him.

Dane Raymond was born 8.29.13 at 6:43 a.m. after 21 hours of labor. Totally worth it.

I put Dane in a box. A lot. He liked it, I think.
 6 days old

Dane slept through a couple photo shoots, like this one at 3 months.

Dane wore this pilots hat a lot.
Here's the first of many snows his first winter.

We made our family acting debut on Christmas Eve.
Dane played "Giant Jesus."

Dane and Sven welcomed in the New Year
and wished Grandma Ruth a happy birthday.

Dane cheered for Peyton Manning in the Superbowl. It didn't help...

I plunked my baby in a snowbank for the sake of a photo op.

"Bane" is not a fan of pacifiers.

Happy to visit with Uncle Chase and Grandma and Grandpa Rambow in April.
7 months

He appears to love hats and sunglasses.
Appears.

Target is awesome. 

Baths are awesome.

Swings? Eh.

St. Patty's. 6 months.

Brothers.
3 weeks old