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.

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.)

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!

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.

A memoir

I typically don't blog about the stuff that I scrapbook as it's a little more personal. However, tonight, as boxes pile slowly (Ugh--so slowly. Anyone want to come move us?) around me, I'm feeling quite sentimental. Thus, my three readers get a glimpse into my thoughts...

Oh, this house. We have always dreamt of having something bigger and nicer. We have been saving from soon after we got married for our “house on the hill.” However, now that our house has sold, I’m getting a little sad and sentimental about our first home. This was the first house your Dad ever bought, the home that I moved into after your Dad and I married, this was the home in which we brought you, our first born home from the hospital. This house is oozing love, memories, fun times, laughter, and all sorts of “firsts.” It will always hold such a special place in our hearts. It is just big enough for the three of us. It’s big enough that we aren’t under each other’s feet but small enough that you can’t get away from each other! This home has been the place where all worldly worries fade and the important things become the focus. Work is forgotten and dreams are realized. The Home Team has actually become a team under this roof. When the builder of this house was putting brick to brick and linoleum down (yep, linoleum) he couldn’t have anticipated the wonderfulness that would take place in these 1300 square feet. We will always fondly remember this wonderful, simple, small sanctuary. 702 Oak Lawn Lane, thank you.

One year. Ups and downs

Ups go first:
Our boy is 24 lbs. (75th percentile), 34 inches (95th percentile), and 90th percentile in noggin size (that means he's real smart even though he won't wave or clap. Argh. What one year old refuses to wave or clap? I mean, he shows me his belly button to tickle, he'll high five, and will even give me the "tough guy face" on command. Why not a simple wave? I digress.)

The downs:
While he is RSV negative, he was noted to have some crackles and wheezes (lung sounds that aren't good.) He probably has a bit of bronchiolitis and will have to be watched closely for the next few days. He's also got some fluid in one of his ears but it's small so if he spikes a temp, it is probably another ear infection. This is for all you formula and day care moms out there: I breastfed for the full year and he didn't even start a mother's morning out program until around 8 months and it's only twice a week. He'll be on his 4th ear infection. Ugh. Just goes to show that no matter what you try to do to protect these buggers, it really comes down to luck, family history, and neurotic hand washing (although sometimes that doesn't even work.)
I just realized my "downs" paragraph was way longer. That's just sad. Here's some more "ups."


--He's not in the hospital and I will keep it that way with lots of fluids and fruits and veggies (and neurotic hand washing.)
--He's going to his first college football game for Thanksgiving, The Egg Bowl. I'm pretty fired up. I'm just hoping that after 5 minutes, when he's over it, I'll have a willing babysitter (read: Granna) to take him home so that we can actually watch the game. Don't worry, she doesn't like football either.
--Speaking of Granna: she looks like a picture of health. She's almost totally given up Diet Coke and replaced it with....wait for it...aww yeah...WATER! My Mom is the bomb. Next, she's going to join a gym sometime this month.
--I'm looking at 8 houses Friday and have already fallen in love with one last week. I'm making sure it's THE house before we make a bid.
--My Mother in law is awesome. I just thought I'd throw that in there because, well, frankly, she is. Also, I think it's pretty rare to have a MIL that you love and I am totally crazy about her.
--The wall came down at work. For those of you that work with us or even within a 50 mile radius of us, you'll know how big this is. We've been working in a construction zone for over 6 months now and we were over it. The new rooms are so nice and state of the art. Can't wait to see it tomorrow!!
There we go. Lots of ups!