A Cure for the Buxton Curse

As most of you know we started Kent on solid food about a month and a half ago. To no surprise of ours we realized that he too suffers from what my family calls the Buxton Curse, or in other words constipation. This ailment effects many members of my family on my Grandma Larsen's (Buxton is her maiden name) side, from grandparents down to cousins. Kent unfortunately is no different. From personal experience I know how painful this is and was upset that my poor little boy was experiencing similar pain. Of course my mom, who also suffers, suggested suppositories. These worked, but are not supposed to be used often. So we turned to my greatest nightmare...prunes. Success, at least once every 5 days. Enjoy the pictures of our prune faced kid.

Trick-or-Treat!

Well as everyone knows Halloween has come and gone. We had a great time celebrating. We did everything from carving pumpkins to trick-or-treating. Kent really was a trooper in putting up with us as we started what will hopefully become traditions. And now for your viewing pleasure...

A pumpkin just my size.


A pumpkin just a little too big for me.


Mom and Dad carving pumpkins.


Uncle Lance and Robin with their pumpkins.


The finished product...a dog, a face, a leaf, and Frankenstein.


Mom and Courtni as boy scouts.


It's a regular zoo around here, me as a monkey and cousin Cade as a cow.


Our first Halloween together.


Tired from two blocks of trick-or-treating.