Mega Baby part Deux is 4 ½ months!

So I have been super busy at work as this is our end of quarter month so don’t tell anyone I’m blogging instead of booking out deals hahaha So 2 weeks ago I swore Ryde’s 4 month check up was on Tuesday and sent Josh and the boys to Kaiser that afternoon. Well mom brain aka mush melon was wrong! His appointment was actually on Wednesday, I even have it written down on my calendar at work for Wednesday but for some reason got it in my head that it was Tuesday woops, but thankfully they were able to squeeze them in or I’m sure I would have received a nasty lil call from my wonderful LP J Unfortunately he was unable to see his regular Doc but Josh said the lady he saw was super nice. She asked if we were feeding him cereal yet as he was “massive and is probably really hungry” haha So you can imagine how much he weighs, 18.5lbs! So the 96% tile. He’s even bigger than the first mega baby, Luke. So maybe Ryde will be the muscle haha He is 2’3” so 95% tile and his head is 17” and in the 74% tile unlike his bro he’s got a normal size head which I thank him for ;) My lil Salty dog is getting less salty by the day and stronger too. He loves to stand and jump on your lap which is a workout for the person holding him as he is a lil tank! He absolutely adores Luke! he gets the biggest smile when he catches a glimpse of Luke, as Luke doesn’t stand still for very long. Ryde is always trying to track him when they are in the same room and gets his lil legs going as if he wants to run after him. He rolls over every once in awhile but that’s a lot of weight to move around when you’re that small haha so usually he’s content with the half roll as long as he can see what he’s trying too. He does get frustrated easily when he tries to do something and it doesn’t quite work out but I try to remind him he’s only 4 months old but I think its goes through one ear out the other. He smiles so much now and is less serious but every once in awhile he’ll get in a “mood” and no matter what you do he just stares at you very unimpressed. He doesn’t really care for tummy time anymore he would rather sit up and see the world and be carried around. He loves “flying” with daddy and no matter how salty he is you can always get a smile out of him. He’s my strong silent type and doesn’t “talk” much usually, really only in the mornings and after naps and it’s not really talking as more of yelling haha he’s already a loud talker like his uncle Luke and Chad! He’s the worst eater on the planet right now and most of what I put in his mouth he spits right out but practice makes perfect and if he doesn’t start eating rice soon we are going to have to start buying formula to keep up with his appetite! He still doesn’t sleep through the night so I’m consistently one tired mama but this is what I signed up for so no bitching right?!? I bet Josh would beg to differ; my excuse for everything is “I’m tired”. “Why you mad?” I’m tired “Why is Laundry crib not folded?” I’m tired “Why does the sink look like 30 people live here” I’m… well you get the idea hahaha I’m fucking tired people this being a working mama is no joke! After writing this I just realized where Luke gets his “why” questions from! Everything is Why? Why? Why? Between him and his dad I probably hear it 100 times a day haha. Alright got a lil off track here, back to my Ryde pants. Like I said before and will be saying for the rest of my life, the time is going too fast and I find myself just holding him and crying a bit (when will this STOP!?!?) at night before I put him down to bed as I want to cherish this time as he’s my last baby (I’m 98% sure of this hahaha don’t tell Josh!) and I just can’t believe how lucky I am, in some aspects of life, well the important ones anyways :) Love my 3 boys!

“If I didn’t have bad luck I would have no luck at all”

So it’s been 1 week since that dreaded Val Chavez bad luck returned. For those who don’t know my dad always says “Val, If you didn’t have bad luck you would have no luck at all” that’s my motto people haha and over the years I have become accustomed to it but sometimes the bad luck is worse than other times and last weeks run in was a doozy! So I’m driving home from work to pick up my precious minions on a blustery day when all of a sudden something came crashing into my windshield. The first words out of this sailors mouth, plug your ears if cursing offends you, “Mother fucker” and as I slow down and come to a stop my next thought, ear muffs again, “was that a god damn tree” of course it was! We are talking about my luck people, a fucking tree fell out of the fucking sky on to my brand new fucking car! Ok cursing is over. As I look into my rear view mirror, oh wait it’s not there! So I glance at my side mirror and there it was, not so much as a branch but the top of a freaking tree in the middle of the street and people are having to drive around it. So I put the car in park and start to assess the damage around, glass is everywhere and my roof is caved in and then I realize I should probably call 911. Don’t worry my blue tooth through my car stereo was still working as I’m trying to talk to the 911 operator through my phone and continue to say I can’t really hear you haha when I realized there was a police car right behind me so no need for the 911 call so I said thanks and hang up. Still have manners in the middle of a crisis :) So the 2 officers open up both my doors and begin asking me if I was ok, and what the hell happen and I’m thinking really guy did you not just drive by the (red wood haha) in the middle of the street, put your detective hat on and start putting some clues together! But of course I was polite and said “I’m pretty sure a gust of wind blew a tree down on to my car as I was driving by” and he proceeds to say “well think of it this way, 1 crazy thing happens to everyone in their life time and now yours is over” and my reply “ I rolled my truck into a fence when I was 17” hahaha the officer chuckled and said “ok maybe 2 for you” and I said “yeah this is my luck believe it or not” at this time the circus started showing up, ambulance, fire trucks, more cop cars. 10,000 people asking 20,000 questions when all I was concerned about was who was picking up the boys and to make sure my pump comes wherever I go( mamas got to pump people!). So I was able to call Josh and basically blurt out “I need you to pick up the boys as I’m going to be taken away in an ambulance cuz a tree fell on my car” of course he’s like “what?!?!” and I get annoyed and just repeat what I just said only louder and snottier. So Josh accepts my demands and we hang up so now it’s time for me to be stretched away into the ambulance for some CAT scans an x-rays to makes sure I don’t have to sue the city of Aurora for my pain and suffering ;) So after what seemed like a 30 min drive to Aurora south which is like 5 mins from where this shit show happened I lay alone in my hospital bed with one of those oh so comfy neck braces on trying to feel around in my glass filled purse for my cell phone so I can call my mother who I know is panicking as we speak. So I find my phone and call her and she is basically yelling at me “where are you” and I tell her Aurora South, “no you’re not” she proceeds to tell me, “um I’m pretty sure that I am Wendo so just drive here and relax as you’re not helping the situation” (as she rarely does in these situations, she’s the worse panicker on the planet!) She finally shows up and waits with me till my LP can show up and she can go relieve Bill who’s watching both minions by himself!! (one of the scarier things that day haha) so I get my tests done and am released about 2 ½ hours later which I thought was pretty good for an ER visit. Josh and I stopped by the scene of the crime if you will to take some photos of the tree and the piece that fell on my car, you never know when you’ll need pics. Then it’s off to fill my prescription and then a shower to get these mini glass shards or razor blades as I was calling them out of every crevice of my body slowly cutting me every time I moved and then too bed! What a day right?!?! Just another day in the life of Val Chavez and it never just ends there, oh no it always gets better hahaha Cubie is not totaled so only have to come up with a $500 deductible to pick her up in 3 to 4 weeks! UGH like I said I’m in the market to sell a Kidney so If there is any takers out there please call me and leave a detailed message and I will get back to you! Kidney goes to the highest bidder :)

So some final thoughts now that I have had a week to reflect, a much as I hate hearing this and as much as it pains me to say, yeah yeah it could have been worse, I get it and am thankful that it wasn’t but sometimes that not what you want to hear ya know. Sometimes you just want to scream at the top of your lungs WTF!!! So I have had that moment (maybe a few of them), I’ve cried because it sometimes feels like I can’t catch a break, I’ve chuckled just thinking “what are the odds Val, what are the odds?!?!” but I am just thankful that my minions where not in the car and they are happy and healthy and that I have the best support system a girl could ask for as I wouldn’t get through any of this bad luck without them and they have kept me afloat and off suicide watch a few times in my day and I am forever thankful! So thanks for all the well wishes and offers of help they are all appreciated and I am humbled by all the love. So here’s to “keep on truckin” even though it’s pretty shitty sometimes hahaha Peace and Love people


Poor Cubie :(




Oh hey tree where's your top half, oh thats right on my brand new car!!

You’ve heard of the Silver back, now meet the shit back

So my Salty dog is not easily entertained so up until Saturday he would only enjoy his monkey jumper for a whole 10 mins, I mean I can get so much shit done in 10 mins, SIKE! So I wanted to try out a pumpkin pie cupcake recipe on Saturday and thought I would put him in his jumper for the allotted 10 mins while I got things started. Well 20 mins later I had noticed I hadn’t heard his usual cranking around so I peeked downstairs and he was just bouncing away. And I thought “Jack pot” I may get these cupcakes done before he even noticed I was gone. Which I totally did, he jumped for an hour and I even got to watch a lil teen mom on the DVR without one peep out of him!! Then all of a sudden he started yelling so I knew it was probably time to eat so I go down to pick him up and got a whiff of you know what and thought no wonder he was pissed he had pooped his pants! I mean I can only imagine how mad I would be if I had to wear my dirty poop pants all day! So I proceed to pick him up and then there it was, a blow out all the way up his back in his footie pjs. UGH I thought and took him upstairs for a bath since it was bath day any way. So I sit him on my bed on his tummy so I can strategically pull his jam jams off without getting yellow, instant staining, mustard poop on my bed. (this shit is lethal) So I get his footie’s off and try to wipe some of the poop off with the already dirtied clothes which didn’t work as well as I had hoped so I thought “wipes DUH” so I turn around to grab the wipes out of his cradle literally next to my bed, I mean I didn’t even take a step I just turned at the waist people! And what does Ryde decided to do… Roll over from his tummy to his back for the first time ever! Which is totally awesome except for the part that he has major shit back! I can’t help but laugh and curse at the same time which of course gets the parrots’ attention, “what’s shit mom?” of course out of everything I say you pick up on shit, Luke. This is my nightmare. So I decided my white sheets are already stained (and come on I was asking for this, what Mom of 2 hellions buys white sheets for her bed really?!?) so I just leave Ryde on his back and begin to praise him for being so strong and smart and Luke’s just yelling “eww! Ryde Pooped Ryde Pooped! hahaha oh I swear this shit (pun intended) only happens to me ;) Till the shit show commences once again. Peace and Poop people peace and poop

This was him in his jumper the day before this incident ;)