Monday, August 20, 2012

Monday, August 13, 2012


Last year, on this day, I posted this.  How, then, am I already posting that my baby

is already 4 1/2???

Friday, August 10, 2012

3 months

Easton, you're

Seriously, kid.  Slow down!

What you're up to these days:

* We don't go back to the doctor until your 4 month birthday, but I weighed you when we went for your 3 month shots and you were 15lbs, 3oz!!

* You're wearing 3-6 month clothes and sleepers.  At night you're in size 2 {disposable} diapers, and all of your cloth diapers are either smalls or OS set on the smallest setting and fit great.

* You are such a smiley guy!  Your whole face lights up when you smile and you often throw your head back.  

* You've started laughing!  Most of the time it's just the silent, breath-in, gaspy laugh, but there have been a few belly laughs over the last few days.

* You adore your brothers!  You just grin and grin whenever they talk to you.  Garrett can really get you to smile.  Hudson could, too, if he'd just move a little slower.  :)

* You are a very content guy and love to lay on the changing table in our room while Daddy and the big boys wrestle in the evening.

* You still sleep the best when you're swaddled, although your legs haven't been contained for weeks now and by morning, your arms are out, too.

* We're still up usually once a night - usually somewhere around 4.

* This past month you took your first trip to the ocean and you liked it!!

* We've just pulled the jumper, exersaucer, and bumbo seat out of the garage.  You only last a few minutes at a time in any of them, but I think you like the new vantage point.

* I've been pushing the pacifier, but much to my dismay, you've recently found your thumb.  Oy.

You are an amazing little guys and I can't believe we're already 1/4 of the way to your first birthday!  Time is flying!  Happy 3 months, little man!  We love you!

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Quote of the Day

{This actually happened a few weeks ago and luckily I jotted it down so I wouldn't forget.  Unfortunately I forgot that I jotted it down so I wouldn't forget.  Sigh.}

We had gone to dinner {somewhere} and on the way home, Hudson was whining.  Again.  He'd been out of sorts for a few weeks . . . we later discovered it was because he was cutting 2 molars at the same time which also explained the phantom 102* fever he ran with no other symptoms.  But at the time all we knew was that he was clingy {to me} and whiny.  All. Day. Long.  We were more than a little tired of the incessant whining, and apparently Garrett was as well.

The car was dark and Hudson was whining when, from way back in the 3rd row, we hear:

"Hudson?  Why don't you suck your fingers for a little bit."


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Whose Shadow?

If you've read here for long, you know one 4 year old living in this house {who is actually almost 4 1/2! sniff.} is obsessed with Peter Pan.  We watch it no less than 3 times a week . . . and that is down from a high of probably once a day.

A few weeks ago {as I said before, I'm playing catch-up} he was in my room first thing in the morning while I was nursing Easton.  There was only one light on {not normal} and it was quite a cloudy day {or super early . . . I can't remember} but regardless, it was fairly dark in the room.

It only took a few minutes to realized I needed to get the camera as soon as the munchkin was done.  The following was what transpired:

Monday, August 6, 2012

A Story

Once upon a time . .

There was a girl who grew up in a small town, went away to college in a small town, and, upon graduation, moved to the big{ish} city.  She was poor for a while, working a couple jobs to make ends meet before - in a whirlwind of 24 hours - was offered her dream job as a second grade teacher in the school of her choice just outside of Knoxville, Tennessee.

Meanwhile, there was a boy who grew up in a small town, went away to college in a big city, and, upon graduation, moved.  And moved.  And moved.  Aaaaaand . . . moved.  6 moves and 6 years later, he found himself in Knoxville, where one night after dinner with a co-worker, he decided he needed some new clothes.  So, he went shopping.

As fate would have it, he chose the clothing store which employed the best friend of the girl.  And as more fate would have it, the girl had been in the store the night before complaining about some douche guy she was dating.   And, as even more fate would have it, the same employee was working with the girl's bff as the night before.

Said employee retrieved the bff from the back, saying he thought someone the girl might be interested in was shopping.  The bff came up front, and because the boy {who is perfectly capable of carrying on a conversation with a wall} was chatting after his purchase, the bff asked the all important questions:

* Are you seeing anyone?

* Are you married?

* Are you an axe murderer?

When the boy replied no to all of the above {later the girl would discover not all of his answers were 100% true!}, the bff asked if he'd be offended if she set him up with a friend and 72 hours later, after the exchange of phone numbers, an unlikely phone call initiated by the girl {because the bff dialed the phone and handed it to her before walking out the door}, and the boy almost deciding to be a douche and stand the girl up, the boy, the girl, and the bff met for the most epically disastrous first date ever.

4 days after the first date, the boy and the girl went on their first unsupervised date and after dinner sat in the bed of the boy's obnoxiously large truck until 3 am because he was living in a hotel and the girl refused to go to his room without the  bff lest she might be maimed, raped, or killed.  Alas, she was not.  Obviously.

circa May, 2001.  Such babies!!
Almost 3 months later, in July 2001, the boy told the girl he loved her and the girl was hooked . . . and willing to overlook the boy's funky, post-wrestler ears {which were really not that funky at all but were going to be the girl's excuse to not like him if she needed one}.  True story.

There were 2 moves, one house purchase {with the accompanying threat that if she bought the house she was staying in it for 5 years. She didn't.}, several weddings, weekends away, and many highs and a couple very low lows.  But through it all, the boy and the girl persevered and the boy's 18 month long job turned into a little over 3 years.

Around rolls February 2004.  The boy's job was done, which also meant his time in Tennessee was done.  And not only would he be leaving Tennessee, he was leaving the country altogether.  On March 14, 2004 after the boy's sister's wedding, the girl boarded a plane bound for Tennessee while he finished packing and 24 hours later, the boy boarded a plane bound for Greece.

For 3 months, the boy and the girl talked every few days and looked forward to June.  As soon as school was out for the summer, the girl hopped on a plane . . . and then got back off the plane after 4 hours because of mechanical difficulties . . . and then got back on a plane and headed east.  27 hours, 4 planes, and 3  countries later, she had butterflies in her stomach and tears in her eyes as they were reunited.  And she knew. She knew that she needed a shower that he was the one.

The girl secretly hoped there was a ring and a romantic proposal during her time in Greece, but there was not.  Slightly disappointed, they returned home together, attended the girl's sister's wedding, and then . . . then the ultimatum came.  The boy wasn't returning to Tennessee with the girl and the girl wasn't going to be a forever, long-distance girlfriend.  The boy had decisions to make.  And he'd best make them quickly if he knew what was good for him, something the girl knew could back fire seeing as the boy usually did the polar opposite of what someone told him to do.

As his deadline loomed, the girl was certain the boy wasn't taking her seriously, wasn't ever going to commit, and she spent most of their weekend visits in tears.  Unbeknownst to the girl, the boy had been planning, plotting, and shopping for a ring and on August 6, 2004, in the back of a limousine in Wilkes-Barre, PA . . . the girl said yes.

The next 365 days were filled with excitement as they planned their perfect day, fear as the girl sold her house and quit her job, turmoil for a multitude of reasons, and procrastination as the boy waited until mere weeks before to finalize plans for the honeymoon.  But, alas, the day was upon them.

On a super hot August day in Maryland, surrounded by their closest friends and family who had traveled from near and far, they said "I will."  The day wasn't perfect: the air conditioning wasn't working correctly, the bridal party was sent down the aisle too early, and a couple groomsmen were not on their best behavior.  The boy and the girl were old enough to know these weren't omens of bad things to come, it was life.  Life isn't perfect, just as their marriage isn't.  But it is perfect for them.  And for the three amazing gifts God has blessed them with over the past 7 years. 

They say the number 7 is a lucky one.  I can't imagine being any luckier in 7 than we have in years 1-6, but I can't wait to see what's in store.

Happy 7th Anniversary to my boy.    

To be continued . . .

Friday, August 3, 2012

Friday Funnies

I totally need to play catch-up from the past month.  I have so many pictures, stories, and tidbits it's ridiculous.  Alas, there will eventually be time.  Maybe.  :)

Until then, a few funnies my big boys have been saying recently.

The other day as we were driving, a conversation with Garrett went something like this:
    Garrett: Mommy? when you need help you call 9-1-1.
   Me: You're right!
    Garrett: And if nobody is home and doesn't answer the phone then you call 9-8-7-0-1-9-8-2-6-9-8-7 and then Batman will come and save you!

Hudson's new line:
  "Mommy. Get-wat."
  "What, Hudson?"
  "I tell a some-pin."

Any time I'm changing Hudson and he's dirty he says "poop e-a-where" even when there's NOT poop everywhere. 

As soon as I hang up the phone, Hudson will ask, "A-talkin' Mommy?"

"Old you" never gets old. {hold you}

G's big into random numbers right now.  The other day day he had "a hundred million blueberries for breakfast and "that's a really big much."

"Look Mommy! It's a coconut!"

 I heart them. {and this little non-verbal munchkin, too!}

Happy Friday!