OH Pax! No-no!

  Destiny and Tylan did NOT prepare us for Avery and Paxton. 

Guess the Lord likes to keep us as parents humble, doesn’t He? 

The first 2 were easy, laid back, didn’t get into trouble much, were very tender-hearted and then…….

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We had Avery.095

  Sunshine to thunder clouds and back, all in a matter of minutes. 


No middle ground. 

 Crabitha I will never forget when she was 5 months old and threw her first fit, arching her back and practically sliding down my leg, limp as a spaghetti noodle.  I gasped and stared at Dale across the room, whose mouth had also dropped open.  We knew then, we were in for a WHOLE new ballgame!

    I wouldn’t have it any other way, my sweet, sassy little Peanut!


  Then there is Paxton, who takes Mischievous to a whole new level. 

He is the naughty to her theatrics.

  Did I tell you about the time I went out to photograph Banana Caramel Pinterest Pie and when I came back he had dragged over a kitchen chair and helped himself?


How about the morning where he dumped the entire bowl of Oatmeal on his head?


Or, when he dumped flour all over the place?  Escaped out the back door for the first time, or helped himself to the contents of the fridge?


   In the last 2 weeks it has been as follows: 

Threw his binky in the toilet.  (Yes, the toilet was being used, otherwise the lid is not allowed to be left open. Yuck.)

Threw Avery’s special prayer bunny in the toilet, again it was being used.  Ew.

Hit Avery in the head with Dale’s golf club.

Hit Avery in the head with a golf ball.

Hit Avery in the head with her high-heeled church shoes.

Hit Avery in the head with a utensil. 

Hit Avery in the head with a train.

Poor Avery needs a helmet!  Paxton will smack his own bottom afterwards, “No no”, he says. 

  If you know it’s a no-no, THEN QUIT, DUDE!  Your sisters health depends on it!

  This torment seems mostly directed at Avery, as you can tell!  He just frustrates Destiny when he trashes her room and Ty when he knocks down his lego towers.

  He stands at the island to “help” with supper, those little grabby hands dumping salt and noodles faster than I can stop him.

  I clean up water messes at least 5 times a day as he crawls up on to the table and dumps his siblings cups out, then plays in them.

{Sigh}  A mother’s job is never done it seems.  If it’s quiet and you can’t find Pax, don’t walk, RUN to find him. You will be sorry otherwise!

  Now, our latest issue is……….


  I hide them, he somehow finds them.  I hide them again, higher.  He finds them again, using a kitchen chair to do his job.  Hopefully they are all so high he can’t reach them (I barely can) and this will stop.  OF COURSE, I didn’t think to take a photo of my “decorated” walls, doors, couch and carpet before I scrubbed them, but here is how he looked afterwards:

(When he first came to me, I was very concerned that he was bleeding. This quickly turned to exasperation, as I realized he had found yet another marker!) 

Oh my gracious sakes! Who drew marker all over the walls?


Ok, ok, you are right.  It was me.  {sigh}


  I decorated my sock, too!  See?


What do you mean that is a “No no”?


This is some of my BEST work!


You aren’t going to tell Daddy about this, right?!


You ARE????????


Sorry about the mess, Momma.


Even though I am naughty, you think I’m pretty cute, don’t cha!?”


Come on, you know you do……


I sure love you, Momma!  I will be a good boy now.


Sweet baby Tank, what would my life be without you and your siblings?  I love that each and every one of you are different and special in your own way!

  God is good and life with kids is great, so we’ll just smile and roll with it!  🙂


Sock Monkey’s & Snuggles

This is post 2 for today, head back 1 post for Creamy Onion Potatoes.


Wouldn’t it be nice if all your problem’s could be easily fixed:

Say, by Sock Monkey’s and Snuggles?


  Paxton’s world is made complete by his Sock Monkey, Binky  named “Bink” and his blanky.


{SIGH}  Wouldn’t it be nice if we adults could be so easily comforted?

My baby is growing up.  He no longer will rock and sing with me before morning and afternoon naps, or night-time for that matter.  He just points to his bed and grunts.  {WAH!}  This part of independent baby-hood has always been a hard one for me, but with this being my last little one, I find it even more difficult to accept.



Can I have a blanky and a sock monkey to snuggle too?



4 little Fergusons Photography: Paxton ~ 18 months old

  Paxton is 18 months old!  Time for a photo session. (better late than never)


   This is my first session done WITHOUT my very very favorite editing program.  It makes me want to cry that I will not have access to Picnik’s easy to use tools, texts and collages.  Even though it’s not gone for good yet, I MADE myself edit in Lightroom tonight. MADE MYSELF! 

  It is better for me to practice and tweak on my own kiddos than someone who is paying me to take their session. I have GOT to learn this program and soon

  It was difficult and I seriously was seeing spots by the time I was done, from staring at all those tiny sliders and words, ugh.

  Without further adieu, (or whining) I give you, my first edits in Lightroom of my sweet baby Pax.

I KNOW they need work, some are too blue, some are too red, some are too green, they are all darker than I like them to be…Rrrrr!!!!  I’m working on it, and practice makes perfect, right?!?!?!  Oh yeah, I said no more whining. 

Carry on! 🙂






 Such a sweet baby face and I just wanna kiss those smooshy lips!


Eating At The Big Boy Table

 This is post 2 for today, be sure to head to Post 1 for a DELICIOUS grilled sandwich and homemade tomato soup recipe. Yum! 

Now that Paxton is 18 months old, he thinks he is BIG stuff.  {Ahhh! I just realized that I still HAVE TO GO TAKE 18 MONTH PICS OF HIM! Oh my goodness, I totally forgot!} 

  Anyhow, none of that baby stuff is acceptable anymore, like letting Mommy rock him to that state of almost asleep.  Nope, he now points and grunts for his crib, where he quietly falls asleep on his own…SNIFF SNIFF!  😦

  The crib he uses is a mini-crib, due to space issues of shared bedrooms, so since it’s smaller than normal, 18 months old is when Avery went to a twin bed.  She did great, but Paxton? Oh boy! I am not sure I’d ever sleep again, for fear he was letting himself out the back door or something equally awful!


So we will wait a bit before giving him his reserved bottom bunk!

{Phew, still my baby a bit longer!}


   In going along with this 1 1/2 year old “Big Boy” stuff, Dale thought that Pax might like to join the family sitting at the dinner table.  The spot where we keep the highchair makes it impossible to walk around the table, so I was not sad to see it go.  HOWEVER, the whole “My Baby is growing up part” is a bit harder to swallow! I will let Paxton tell you the rest of the story:

I’m SO big sitting here at the table!  IMG_2459

See that Highchair over there?


I don’t even need it anymore! Yeah, big stuff, right?!


So, how does this eating at the table thing work? Do I still use this fork to eat or what?


Oh dear, I seem to have made a mess!


Er. Sorry about that, Momma!


I can still sit here, even though I made a mess?!!!!!


Awww, you are so nice, Momma!


I’m a good eater at this Big Boy table!


Thanks for letting me sit here with you guys, I sure like it a lot! 


Won’t you please put down that camera now so we can eat?



Paxton’s 2nd “First Snow”

   This is post 2 for today, don’t forget to head back and check out Hearty Vegetable Hamburger Soup.

  So, we got our first snow of the season the Tuesday before Christmas.  It was not nearly as much as predicted, but we had a semi-White Christmas none-the-less.  {When I say “semi-white”, I mean there are a few patches left under shade trees. We left church Christmas morning with no coats, it was such a nice day!} 


The kiddos thought it was really cool to go out on the screened in porch and write in it.


  This all reminded me of last year, when Paxton was almost 5 months old. I blogged his first snow experience here, when we plopped him down in the snow for the first time, camera ready to capture his reaction.

   Let me just go ahead and recap it for you.  It went something like this:

What in the world?


This big new World I am in has been strange so far, but this really takes the cake…..

Yeah, pretty sure I don’t like it.

Wait, what is this HORRIBLE stuff clinging to my hands?!?!?!?!


Now, I reallyreally don’t like it!  Get it off!  GET IT OFF!


I want my MOMMY…….


  At this point, he got so mad, he fell over: Things really went down hill after that!

  {Naturally, since he is my 4th, I got like 6 more photos of him bawling before rescuing him from his snowy demise…..}



AWWWW, my sweet little snow angel……


    So anyhow, back to this year:  I’ll have to wait for more snowfall to take Pax out and photograph this years reaction.  Like I said earlier, we only got a trace rather than the BLIZZARD being predicted,(darn) BUT, I did capture his reaction from the window, when I showed him the snow the next morning.

  One of my favorite things about parenting HAS to be seeing things anew through a child’s eyes.  There is just nothing like it!  🙂

Hmmm, something seems different today…..


It’s kinda brighter, is that it?


No buddy, that’s called Snow.



Look Momma! SNOW!  I SEE IT, I SEE IT!

(It sounded more like ‘Uh uh uh uh, pffft”, but I knew what he meant….)


Do we like snow, Momma?


Let’s go play outside in it soon, ok Mom?


Sure hope it’s more fun than last year…..



Ah, my Sweet little Tank, how your first year has flown!!!!!

I sure do love you bunches!


Puffy Coat Paralisis

Poor, poor Paxton.



This is the first year he has had to wear a coat.  Last year he was a newborn in his warm cozy car seat.


I’m not sure what the poor guy thinks is happening to him, but the second he is enveloped in this warm, puffy red coat, his little arms go straight out and his legs turn to spaghetti and he falls to the floor.  No kidding.  It’s like I’ve paralyzed him with puffiness or something.



Poor, poor Puffy Coat Paxton.


  You’ll get used to it soon…….




 Mommy sure loves you! 

Paxton’s 1st Haircut

Why is it, that we mom’s put off that first haircut so long? Is it really THAT big of an occasion in the lives of our children?  Does it really make them seem older to get a trim?  Maybe.  Guess the more kids you have, the less important this sorta thing is, because rather than put if off as long as possible, I just did it.

  Trimming the girls’ bangs didn’t seem like that big of a deal, and Ty had no hair at a year, so I didn’t have to worry about his until all his mess of curls sprung up closer to 2.  Dale had a FIT that I wouldn’t cut it.  It was just too stinkin’ cute!

Ty, age 1

Ty, age 2021


Ty, age 3

But Paxton was growing a mullet at age 1, and enough was enough! It was time for a hair cut!

Paxton August, 2001, at his 1st birthday party.

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  He was less than trilled by the idea at first….but soon figured out he wasn’t going anywhere till mom got the job done!




And yes, the curls are STILL there!   🙂


  This first haircut is another “Last First” at the Ferguson house, but you know what, I am ok with it! 

You know what they say, When you know you are “done”…..

You just KNOW!


Head over to Post 2 today for a delicious Spinach Lasagna Bake!

The Many Places & Faces of Pax

   There is never a dull moment around here, NEVER.  Paxton is our most active, into everything, see it-conquer-it child, YET.  And he makes the funniest faces to boot! 



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So in honor of this mischievous little boy we are so blessed to have in our home, I have composed a post about the Many Faces and Places of Pax.

Ice Cream Snatcher: Here Pax is helping himself to the Homemade Ice Cream at Great Grandpa’s Birthday party while no one was watching him.

Pax and the ice cream

Escape Artist:  Dale came home from work to Pax standing out in our lane in his socks recently. The sneaky little stinker had figured out how to open the back door and let himself out…QUIETLY!  Thank the LORD he was fine! But he sure gave me a HEART ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  None of the other kids EVER did this!


Fitness Guru: He loves to climb & play on the work out equipment at Great Grandpa and Grandma’s house.



Snack Sneaker:  If you don’t watch it, he’ll steal your snack and shove it all in one bite before you can say, “HEY! That was MIIIIIIIINE!”  Better not set your bowl down, right, Avery?

See that mouthful?  That’s the prune Grandma gave Avery for snack.







Scooter Stealer:  Pax likes to get on Grandpas scooter and push all the buttons.


Bunk Bed Bounder: he can scale bunk bed ladders in a single bound! And, after he is done messing with all of Destiny’s stuff, he can carefully back down too!


Step Stool Climber: He moves the step stool all over so he can get into things on the counter.


Table Topper:  He likes to climb on the table, grab apples and say: “BALL” as he chucks them across the room.


Chair Crusader:  Pax likes to get up on this chair and tell everyone how big he is!


While he is up there anyways, he decides to reek havoc on my décor….

“Uh-oh! Dropped it…”


“Now what can I do?”


“I know, I know, I’ll head over and have a snack……”


Fridge Defroster:


“Got it!  Now, how do I get this thing open?   MO-OM! A little help please….”


“WHAT?!?!?!?!?!? All that work and you aren’t going to let me eat this?”



Counter Crawler: Paxton likes to wait until you are not looking to crawl on the counter and play in the sink.002

(Yes, he is wearing a lavender bib, he has 2 big sisters, what do you expect!?  Besides, it goes so well with his purple and pink Sippy cups!)

Oatmeal Dumper:  This is Paxton, escaped from the highchair, sitting on my kitchen counter wearing his Oatmeal on his head. 

This is his face after he heard my gasp and exclaim:

“What in the world are you DOING, child!?”


Thankfully my camera was handy! 🙂

  I am telling you, if it’s quiet, don’t finish your laundry folding, don’t take a phone call, don’t even stop to get a drink, don’t walk….RUN to see what Paxton is getting into, cause it’s bound to be MESSY! 

(Soon after this photo was taken, Paxton put a good portion of the toilet paper into the toilet while Avery watched.  Nice.)


I love you my sweet, sweet, but oh-s0 naughty, Baby Tankers! 

(“Tank” is Paxton’s nickname because of how huge he was at birth, it stuck because of the Plow-through-life-nothing-stands-in-his-way-approach he takes. Funny how he grew RIGHT into this nickname!!!!!)

Happy Thursday!


Paxton’s 1st Date….

Well, PLAY date that is.

  Meet Meadow, she is 2 weeks younger than Paxton.

Even though Paxton was clearly not open to a friendship at the start….


They are great friends now!

 We were happy to get to watch her while her Mommy went to the dentist.


“Whatcha doin’ Meadow?”


“How’d ya get that thing up your nose?”


“Sure looks fun!”


“It is, Paxton, it really is.”




“Don’t worry about it, Pax, one of these days you’ll figure it out.”


“Wanna be best friends, Meadow?”


“Sure! But maybe later…..”


“……..I’m getting a little sleepy.”


Where’s Meadow?                                                                  Peek a boo, pretty girl!


“Uh Mom, what are you doing to me?”


“It feels kinda funny up here….”


“I’ll help you, Pax.”


“Oh, that’s better.  Why thank you, Meadow.”


“Let’s be friends forever…….”


Stay tuned for yet another recipe, I told you I had one scheduled nearly every day for the rest of the month!!!


A Birthday Bash: 82nd Style.

Happy Labor Day! I forgot we all had the day off and went ahead and planned a post for you.

  My Grandpa turned 82 last week, so we decided that was a great reason to get together and celebrate over the long weekend! 

“Did you say 82!?!?!?! When did THAT happen?”


  We enjoyed BBQ ribs, pulled pork, Linguini Oh-Yeah, chips & dips, followed by Grandma’s FAMOUS  chocolate chip cookies and Nana’s nearly as famous, Homemade Peach ice cream made with Colorado Peaches, of course. YUMMO! 






During dessert, Paxton decided to take matters into his own hands and use an Everyone-is-Distracted Moment to help himself to some homemade ice cream…


  Well goodness sakes, how can I be upset looking at a SWEET face like this?


Yes, I let him have some, we all did. Little beggar got his fill, no worries!

After supper the kids BEGGED to play The Game With No Name.  Ok, maybe it has a name, but at the moment I cannot recall it.  I’ll explain it to you instead:

All the grown ups and kids stand in a circle.


  Whoever is “it” takes the ball round and round the circle, sneakily dropping it behind an unsuspecting grown up or kid, then runs….


If you get the ball dropped behind you, you grab it and RUN in the opposite direction of the “it” person, trying to beat them back to their spot.

Hey!!!! It’s kind like Duck Duck Goose expect with a ball and no talking! (Did you see that light bulb moment happen?!  What can I say, I loose brain cells with every pregnancy!)



To say my kids enjoyed The Game With No Name That Is Kinda Like Duck Duck Goose with No Ducking or Goosing, would be a bit of an understatement.  In fact, I am surprised Destiny has a voice left at all as much cheering and screaming she did!


Great Grandpa and Grandma had just run a 5k that day, and their legs hurt, so they decided to sit out. 


Ok, not really, but either way, they had fun watching!


  Time for a few gifts!


  We gave him a Daily Journal called “Grandpa, Tell Me Your Memories…”


  I am so excited to have him fill it out, that man has STORIES like you would not believe!!!!!  And I sure can’t recall them all, you know, with brain cells missing, as previously discussed. This book will be priceless to my kids as they grow up!

  As everyone gathered around the Birthday Boy, I saw an opportunity and called for a Group shot! 

Easy right?!




Close enough! That’s a wrap, people.


Happy 82nd Birthday, Grandpa! We LOVE you!