Our Psycho Billy Goat

Garrett Bradley Price. Our Pride and Joy.


The Light Of Our Lives.

Our Food Processor Without A Lid.
Have you ever starter your food processor or blender without the lid on it? A blast of liquid flies throughout the kitchen leaving spots that you'll be finding at random for the next four months, right? Not only does his food find it's way into the cracks and crevasses of the kitchen but also his body. He'll have had a bath, I'll think he's clean and then I find bits of a biter biscuit from three days ago in an armpit, an ear, or other various places. He wants to eat whatever anyone else is eating. He hates anything green but I have to be sneaky and I make him eat it anyway. He loves yogurt, whipped cream and ice cream; He is my child.
Our little monster.
He finds his way into everything and he can't even walk. He has a walker and BOY can that kid book it! The pantry door, fridge door, all cabinets and trash can lid must all be closed and on lock down the entire time he's strolling around in his walker. He army crawls, rolls or pulls himself to get to anything he wants. Don't turn your back on him even for a second cuz by the time you turn around he won't be where you left him. And by the time you find him he'll have gummed, torn, and tried to eat whatever he found along his way.




Our Giggle Box.
He loves to laugh. He laughs the most at daddy. Anything Brad does is the funniest thing in the world to Garrett. Garrett is easy to smile and laugh. He has a great sense of humor.


Our Chatter Box!
He never shuts up! This kid is constantly talking! Cooing, jabbering, complaining, laughing- to you, to him , to anyone who will listen or not listen! He'll talk himself to sleep sometimes. Flip! He's talked ME to sleep sometimes! He just has so much to say! Or so he thinks. Further proof ...He is my child.

Our Tetonka.

That's Native American for Baby Buffalo. And yes he is. At church yesterday while changing Garrett's diaper I met a mom who was nursing her one year old- he probably came up to Garrett's shoulders...maybe. Then another mom who's baby is four months younger than Garrett who probably comes up to his ribs and just now weighs 10 pounds. Then I spoke with another mother who was holding her three week old. "How old is your newborn?" I ask. "Three weeks. He's seven pounds now! Hard to believe he was ever this small, huh?" referencing to Garrett. "Yeah, it is hard to believe he was ever that small. Especially since he was almost 11 pounds when he was born. I never saw him that small." Garrett is huge compared to almost every child I've held him up against. He weighs 20 pounds and is 30 inches long.

Our Sweet Baby.

Everyone says that he is just a such a good baby. He has such a sweetness about him. He only complains if he's tired, hungry or needs a diaper change. We recognize how blessed we are to have a child who does not cry for no apparent reason, or just because he wants his mom or dad.

Our Energy Sucker!

See that face? That's the face you get when he's about to take off and do something you don't want him to! I can't keep up with him now! I'm gonna pass out when he's actually walking! All bets are on that he'll skip walking and go straight to running! He tuckers me out... Oh man.

Our shooshy baby, our bubby, our buddy, our plumpkin, our bugaboo, our bucket o' fuss, our pooper, our puker, our silly goose, our monkey butt, our psycho billy goat,our first, our baby, our boy, Our Joy.

Our Alarm Clock... that goes off at all random hours of the night. He's coos, laughs and complains in his sleep. He thinks he needs a midnight snack otherwise he'll starve. And rightly so, can't you just see how he's wasting away.

Garrett Bradley Price; our one and only.

We kinda like him a little.

He just turned 7 months old. Goodness how time has flown by.