Thursday, January 27, 2011

Random Thoughts

It gets on my last nerve when people say that the baby was 7 1/2 pounds when it was actually7.5 pounds. "You crazy Americans will never understand the metric system!" (said with a strong French accent.) People, there are 16 ounces in a pound. This means that if the baby is 7.5 pounds then it is actually 7 pounds, 8 ounces. You see?

My boy is still taking two naps a day. Usually about an hour after breakfast and two hours in the afternoon. Everywhere I've read and everyone I've talked to said that between one year and 18 months, they typically drop the morning nap. I'm really dreading the day he doesn't take a morning nap. One question: How the heck am I supposed to shower in peace?

The Watts had the stomach bug this week. It ain't nice. Ev had a few nasty diapers and went through three pairs of pajamas Sunday night but we just thought it was something he ate. He acted totally normal. By lunch Monday, Homet was home and sick as a dog. I was at work so my awesome in-laws picked up the little guy and took him to Talullah for a couple days to try to keep him away from his Dad. By Tuesday night, I had some projectile stuff going on. As soon as I got back in bed (just after midnight) my phone rand and my MIL was almost in tears saying she had just gotten sick. I assured her that no matter our condition, we would pick up our boy in the AM. By Wednesday, we were feeling mighty puny. All of us, except ole Ev. He was raring to go. It is tough taking care of a one year old when all you want to do is curl up and die even when you have both parents home. Now, excuse me while I go write a few thank you notes to co-workers for filling in for me Wednesday. I'm fairly certain they wouldn't have wanted me there anyway.

Monday, January 24, 2011

A matter of perspective

A couple of views from right outside my back door...

A couple of views from right inside my back door...

If this life is a dream, don't wake me up. Thanks.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

First Haircut...Checkity Check

Shortly after Christmas, our boy's hair was noted to be a bit on the shaggy side. Since I vowed to do his first year in DETAILED scrapbooking, this blog will have to chronical everything thereafter. Sorry, son. This pic cracks me up because you can see the poor little haircutter lady in the mirror attempting to make Ev smile. He just thought she was kinda strange.

He kept looking at me as if he was thinking, "Why is she all in my personal space?"

A little Elmo distraction.

Almost done! He looks like a goob here with the combed front do but I promise when it was fixed, he was a handsome fella. He was just in a foul mood at that point so the only pics we have are him throwing a fit (with his totally adorable haircut.)

Friday, January 21, 2011

Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-dog open sleigh!

Everett is the only biological grandchild on both sides, you see. This makes him, what would we call it? Um, yeah, spoiled rotten. His Grandpa Tilford (Wade's Dad) decided this Christmas that Ev needed his own sleigh. He actually ordered a sleigh but something happened with backorders, etc. Anyway, what pure-bred Southern boy doesn't have a sleigh, he asked? Well, he went about rigging up one for our boy to match what he had always wanted as a boy. From the sounds of things, I can only imagine this will get more elaborate as Shoog gets older. This was what he had this year. Mr. Tilford had "trained his reindeer", Bailey, to ride Ev around in his jog stroller with a harness. None of us were brave enough to actually let Bailey take off on her own as there are alot of black bears in this neck of Louisiana and we'd like to keep Shoog a while longer. Without further ado, I give you: Everett and Grandpa Tilford's one-dog open sleigh, featuring the most patient dog alive, Bailey...

Ev was quite a fan!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

See you later, alligator.

Saying good bye to our old house. Bye-Bye, living room.

Bye Bye, nursery. Oh, I was such a hot mess.

A bit of catching up

So we finally moved into our new home last week and have been BUSY moving, straightening, cleaning, etc. After going without a computer for over a month, I realized how much I miss this blogging business (and Billpay. and deleting obnoxious friends off Facebook. Anywho.) I could blog all day and post a million pics since the last post but I'll just leave you with a few gems from Christmas.
All bundled up in Canton. Could you not just eat up those dark eyes?!?!

"Light!" His newest fave word during Christmas.

His expression when he opened every gift. Literally. Every. Gift.