Junk in tha Chunk.

I love everything about my son.  Everything (well maybe not the particular diapers that evoke my gag reflex).  But let me tell you mommas to be and non-mommas for that matter about a little known fact.  Mommas of chunky babies, you know what I'm talking about.  Chunky babies have junk in their chunk.  Really just the little spot in their "neck" (I put that in quotes because C's so chunky he doesn't exactly have a neck) where spit up, lint from his clothes, Koda's hair, trucks driving by and pretty much anything within a 3 mile radius is sucked in by it's gravitational pull.  And for a nice mental (and by mental I mean nasal) picture, it pretty much resembles that stuff you get between your toes.  Or in your belly button?  Gross I know.  And no matter how much I wash scrub and pretty much attack it neck-on every time he has a tubby, it still ends up there.  I guess that's just one of many stinky things that come with little boys.  And no matter how stinky, I'm loving every minute of it.  How could you not with this face?

C:  "Don't have a cow mom."

Me:  "Well son, it looks like I already did."

Happy Thursday everyone!

The Many Faces of C-diddles.

Our little man has gotten really expressive lately.  He makes all sorts of faces while making all sorts of sounds while making all sorts of drool.  I thought I'd try and capture a few of these yesterday while he was playing on his playmat.

{This is my favorite.  He tucks his little bottom lip under.  I'm pretty sure he's got me wrapped around his little, and I mean little, finger.}

{Loves his tongue.  LOVES.}

{"Hi momma!"}

{"Pffffffllllllllltttttttt."}

In other news, word to the wise for new mommas.  Don't let your child get over tired.  Or you'll think you've entered World War III.  Yesterday C MIGHT have gotten a little over tired and MIGHT have thrown a gigantor fit (i.e. went into full on plank pose while making pterodactyl (who knew that was how it was spelled?) like noises) when I went to put him in his car seat to go workout.  Sheez.  Yesterday was a day for momma.  So much so that I poured all his bottles of formula last night and LEFT THEM ON THE COUNTER (for those of you that aren't mommas, formula sitting out over night = immediate vom-age for your baby if fed to them the next morning which = a bunch of wasted formula).  Good job mom.  Good job.

Here's to a better Tuesday!

Weekend Pictoral Review ...

Morning glories!  I hope y'all had wonderful weekends!  We fo' shizzle did!  Sorry, in a silly mood this morning.  I just had the experience of finger nails on a chalkboard my teeth cleaned and am pretty happy that I made it out of there without breaking my record of 5 cavity discoveries in one cleaning.  Phew.

Anyways, moving right along.  Remember how I said I convinced the mister we could celebrate his birfday while doing something he enjoyed?  Well that something was going to Coon Creek, a hunting/fishing club we're members of that my family has a house at.  So the mister took Friday off and we headed out with a baby and all his gear.  Who knew that packing for a 4 month old would be like packing for Alexis from the RH of Orange County.  Sheez this kid has a lot of stuff.  BUT all that said, he did GREAT this weekend.  Went down every night at 7:30 and didn't wake up until 7 the next morning (that's his schedule at home by the way, I'm not sure I've ever mentioned that?) having no idea that his pack and play wasn't his crib he was accustomed to.  My dad, brother and sister in law met us down there.  Here's a few pictures to document our weekend.

{"Mom. This is humiliating.  And ridikewous.  What kind of dog is that anyway?"}

{"Mom, you're cutting off the circulation to my leg.  Look.  It's purple."}

{"Daddy, stop tickling me!"}

{"If I had enough hand-eye coordination, I'd grab that big black box they keep pointing at me and beat it with my bottle."}

{"Pops, stop tickling me!  And LOOK at my magic hand!"}

{Bye bye Coon Creek.}

We had SO much fun.  And were thrilled that C did so great.  After we raced home and didn't shower cleaned ourselves up, we met my mom to celebrate the mister's birfday at Houston's, one of our FAVORITE restaurants.  Here are a few pics from our delish dinner.

{My brother actually said "Great, she's going to blog this as soon as she gets home."  You were wrong Clay, I waited until the next morning.}

{Mmmm, birfday ice cream sundae.}

{He was mad because we wouldn't give him any ice cream.  And no, I'm not suffocating him, I'm holding in the paci.}

And that was about it for our weekend.  Jam packed full and jam packed fun.  What did y'all do this weekend?  Something fun I hope!

Happy 30th to da MISTER!

That's right.  My old man is now, well old.  Da mister turns 30 TODAY!  And what are we doing to celebrate?  Nothing.  Nada.  Zip.  Zilch.  Why?  Well, cause the mister doesn't like to be fussed over except when he's sick even though he says he doesn't.  We actually are doing a little something this weekend but only because it's something he actually enjoys and I threw in "we'll celebrate your birfday too" and he went along with it.  But besides that, do NOT fuss over this boy.  He doesn't like it.  However, I've made it VERY CLEAR that just because he feels this way does NOT mean his little ole' wife feels the same.  Fuss fuss FUSS away when it's time for me to climb the proverbial (definately had to google that word because I almost spelled it perverbial, as in with the word PERVE in it) 30 hill.  In fact, throw a parade and bring me a tiara and a sash that says "It's her 30th, tell her she's fawbulous."  Okay, maybe that last part wouldn't fit on a sash, but you catch my notsosubtle drift.  But the mister?  None of that for the mister.  But guess what, this is MY blog and the one place I can do WHATEVER (as long as it's legal of course) I like and what would I like?  To fuss over the mister!  So here is a picture tribute (and those of you that have been long time followers, yes these are the same pictures I used on his birfday last year for a few reasons, 1 - I haven't had time to scan new ones and 2 - I don't have access to a scanner even if I did have time) to my mister on his 30th ...

  

Um, did you check out all the baby pics of the mister in places he shouldn't be or doing things he shouldn't be doing?  Is this what I have coming to me in a few months?  Sugar, it's time to start baby proofing the house.  Also, is it illegal wrong for me to think the mister's 17-year-old-soccer-playing-self was hot?  Maybe a little bit?  Okay, moving right along.

I love that the pictures come full circle, the mister as a baby to him holding his own sweet baby boy.  Happy birfday sugar.  I love everything about you, from the way you encourage me and our son, the way you take care of us in every way possible, the way you work so hard to provide for us and the way you lead us spiritually.  You are my best friend, the love of my life and my soulmate.  I love the husband you have and are being and the father you are becoming.  I can't wait to celebrate 30 MORE birfdays with you.

HAPPY 30TH SUGAR!!! 

What I'm Loving ...

I'm linking up with ...

LATE.  So I'll make it simple.

I'm loving ...

being a momma.  To this little man.

It's what I was created to do.  That's all.  I hope y'all had WONDERIFIC Wednesdays!



Catching Up ...

Morning all!  I hope everyone had a great weekend.  We sure did.  I love the weekends because Koda, C & I get his daddy ALL to ourselves.  We've started a little tradition on Saturdays of taking a long walk together which is great because it gets C some Vitamin D and his mommy some COLOR on these flourescent, chubby arms!

I realized that I forgot to post pictures when my good friend Ginny was in town visiting from Taiwan!  She freaked us out a bit due to the fact that she landed here in Dallas the DAY AFTER the earthquake hit Japan.  In fact, she caught a connecting flight the day before (I'm probably messing up the days a bit, it's always tomorrow there and it really messes me up figuring out what day she's in ...) in Japan to come to Texas.  Talk about timing!  Thank GOODNESS that was the day her mom had off work to be able to pick her up from the airport ... sheesh.  We met for dinner and had some Tex-Mex (who WOULDN'T crave it when you've not had it in almost a year?) and basically enjoyed catching up.  A few days later she came over to meet C but of COURSE I forgot to take pictures.  Mommy brain.  Dangit.  But I DID take some pictures at dinner.  Well, one picture.

Gin went back yesterday, C & I miss her already.  But we're HOPEFUL she'll be back again sometime this year and maybe that time I'll remember to take pictures!

On Friday C & I went to the park with my friends Alysia and Lori and their darling kiddos.  In keeping with tradition, I didn't take any pictures of the kiddos (fail) but I did snap one of C & I on our way TO the park (win!)

And last but not least, last night we celebrated my brother Clay's (member his birfday post last week?) 27th birfday last night at my parent's house.  We had good food, lots of fun and C was one spoiled little man (until he went to bed an hour after we got there in the pack and play that his Mama has at her house) It was fun had all around ...  

{Mama (my mom) lovin' on her grandbaby boy}

{My Silly, brother, C, the Mister & me in a flowy shirt that makes me look preggers.}

{My little sister had some silly glasses.  I got a hold of them.  Enough said.}

{My Silly got a hold of the other pair.  Our nickname for each other is Silly.  Enough said.}

{My brother has an unhealthy love of cookie cake.  And we all went to Baylor.  Sic 'em cookie cake.}

{Make a wish!  "I wish for more cookie cake ..."}

{My cousin and his wife Joanna were in town visiting.  We miss you two and your sweet baby girls!}

Looking at these pictures is making me realize my hair's too dark.  We'll be remedy'ing that in a few weeks ...

Happy Monday y'all!  I'm excited because THE MISTER TURNS 30 THIS WEEK!