It's been a great month of summer fun for Wade. We've been on the go so much it's hard for me to keep the bills paid and house clean with my little maniac man. I'm sure all you moms can relate.
Wade is continuing to grow and learn and laugh and play and torture the dogs like a little boy should. As you can tell from the recent accidents, he's VERY active and all over the place. He's so strong now that he can climb up on just about anything. He can even open our doors (we have the lever style door handles) so we're on constant alert to keep gates closed and doors locked. Cali was barking at the back door the other day to come in, and then all of a sudden she was next to me...huh?? How did that happen? Oh yeah, Wade can open doors.
HE WILL FINALLY SAY MAMA!!! It's not the same type of loving affectionate "dada" that Beau gets 100 times a day, but it's something. It usually comes as whining "I want something and you are just the person who can give it to me", but every once in awhile it's a sweet loving "mama". Like this morning, I could here him awake in the monitor playing and saying dada over and over again. But when I peaked my head into the crib he smiled ear to ear and said mama. MELT. MY. HEART. He's continuing to show his affection for the male members of the family by saying "Oh-wa" for Orwell, but nothing for Cali. Cali just gets the standard "dawg". She's okay with it though. She'd rather be chasing squirrels anyway.
Wade's sport of the month is basketball. . We can be anywhere and when he picks up a ball, he bends his knees, looks up for the hoop (imaginary hoop I guess?) and tries to makes a basket. It's really cute. His Dede even bought him his own mini basketball goal so he can play at home. It's in the garage, and he gets so mad when I make him come inside. So he carries the ball around the house all day. Balls, balls, and more balls.
He watches the big boys play it at the pool and then tries to dribble
He looks like he's up to no good!
My little fish! This kid loves the water.
Hayes stopped by for a visit. Wade wanted to rock him in his car seat. He did actually say baby the other day! Too cute!
This is Orwell's daily dose of abuse. Actually Wade was being very sweet and giving Orwell a hug. We've been working on hugging and petting instead of pulling hair and poking out eyes.
Wade: "Cali, watch out. You're next!"
He drags his puppy around all day. This is what he'd like to do to Orwell (if he weighed half a pound)
This particular bag of chips is the only thing that kept Wade happy on our recent road trip. He ate the entire bag. Literally, the entire bag.
Now when we hear daddy driving in, Wade wants to rush out to greet him. And while, he is excited to see his daddy, he's really wanting to get in his car and "drive". He stands behind the steering wheel and presses every button and dial. He's a button boy!
Like most boys, Wade is in love with trucks. The noisier the better. We live close to a busy road, so when we're on our street and a big truck barrels down the main road, it immediately gets his attention, he says "WHOAH!", and points. Well, every Monday morning is garbage pick-up on our street. The truck is so loud it literally wakes him up (if he's still asleep). If he's already awake, he runs to the front door and plasters him face against the window. So it's become a weekly ritual to be sure we're out on the front lawn at 8:00am sharp every Monday morning to see the garbage truck go by. And the great thing about living on a cul-de-sac is that we get to see it come back too!
As the truck is stopped in the cul-de-sac Wade inches down the driveway to get a better look. Then as soon as the engine fires up again, he bolts back to my lap. It makes me laugh everytime.
"MUST....REACH.......MOM.....BEFORE...TRUCK......GOBBLES....ME..UP!!"
As soon as the truck is gone, Wade moves on to more mischief. Here he's trying to figure out the new hose sprayer works. I wish so badly I had video of what happened seconds after I snapped this picture. Frustrated because he can't get the hose to work, he throws it down right on the handle and shoots water straight up his nose. He was so stunned it took him a few seconds to cry. That was the conclusion of our Monday Morning Garbage Time.
Oh the joy of watermelon juice dripping down your face...
But he did great and came out of the sedation well (THANK YOU GOD!). The CT was negative and we were given the all clear!!! 
I was so relieved to walk out of that hospital with my sweet baby healthy who was acting like nothing ever happened. By this evening, he was swimming in the tub, teasing Cali with chips and cheese dip, and running around laughing and screaming "DADA". Music to my ears.
As I continue to replay the day, I first think of our panic, Wade's pain, and everything that went WRONG today. But then I truly realize how much went RIGHT. There were so many small (and BIG!) things that gave today the happy ending I was praying for instead of the nightmare I feared. I know it wasn't a coincidence, it was God looking out for us. He was guiding us through every step of the way.
Wade and his Dada
The 6 PACK! 
What a hunk. (Colt,the one on the right, not the dork on the left)
Sheesha and Beau swinging away
Beau and Shawn mesmerized by the deer that will eat out of your hand (or if you're completely crazy, your mouth)
Please notice the tongue to lip contact. Angie I wouldn't kiss Shawn for at least a year.
The Benich family has a fun tradition for the 4th of July. We stay at Beau's parent's condo in Buckhead, run the Peachtree Road Race, and enjoy the Lenox fireworks that evening. It's such a relaxing fun way to spend the holiday.
(Snacking and lounging on the balcony after pool time)
(Our little patriot)
(Some of the girls from Beau's office (and significant others) joined us too!)
