Saturday, August 15, 2009
It's BIG!
This actually happened to one of my co-workers wife and their kids. The story was too funny not to post it here.
The wife was waiting in the doctor's office waiting room with their two kids when the little boy, who's 3, says, "Mom, look!"
She's trying to get their daughter settled on the chair, glances over, and replies, "Pull down your shirt!" He had pulled up his shirt and his little pudgy belly was on display. She turned back around when he called again, "But, Mom, look!"
She didn't look, but responded, "Pull down your shirt!"
"But, Mom, look! Look!"
Frustrated, she placed one hand on the baby's belly to hold her in place and turned to her son. He had yanked up his shirt and his belly was sticking out. When he saw that she had turned around, he quickly yanked down his pants and pointed.
"Mom, it's BIG!"
The wife was waiting in the doctor's office waiting room with their two kids when the little boy, who's 3, says, "Mom, look!"
She's trying to get their daughter settled on the chair, glances over, and replies, "Pull down your shirt!" He had pulled up his shirt and his little pudgy belly was on display. She turned back around when he called again, "But, Mom, look!"
She didn't look, but responded, "Pull down your shirt!"
"But, Mom, look! Look!"
Frustrated, she placed one hand on the baby's belly to hold her in place and turned to her son. He had yanked up his shirt and his belly was sticking out. When he saw that she had turned around, he quickly yanked down his pants and pointed.
"Mom, it's BIG!"
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Pictures from a Bragging Mom
"Mmmmm. He's sweet." - Beau
My Sleeping Boys
A Smile is Worth a Thousand Words
Thursday, July 16, 2009
A Reasoning Man
I was half asleep, keeping my eyes closed in the event that Hottie would expect me to get up and get the baby. I figured if I shut them for a few minutes more, he'd do it. Sure enough, like the good daddy he is, he hopped up, went over to Cole and started changing him.
I peeked my eyes open and watched my boys. A new favorite past time that brings a smile to my face when I watch them together. Father and son interacting. This morning (or was in the middle of the night?), there was a one sided conversation to go along with the show.
"Now, son, there's no reason for this." I watched as he quickly grabbed another diaper. "You can't keep pottying right in the middle of being changed. We're wasting diapers here, kiddo. From now on, do your business before I change you, not during. I don't want to tell you again."
Cole just regarded his daddy with the steely gray stare that accompanies all infants. While daddy may feel better trying to reason with a newborn, I saw no point. He may have just joined our world, but we're not the ones in charge here.
I peeked my eyes open and watched my boys. A new favorite past time that brings a smile to my face when I watch them together. Father and son interacting. This morning (or was in the middle of the night?), there was a one sided conversation to go along with the show.
"Now, son, there's no reason for this." I watched as he quickly grabbed another diaper. "You can't keep pottying right in the middle of being changed. We're wasting diapers here, kiddo. From now on, do your business before I change you, not during. I don't want to tell you again."
Cole just regarded his daddy with the steely gray stare that accompanies all infants. While daddy may feel better trying to reason with a newborn, I saw no point. He may have just joined our world, but we're not the ones in charge here.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Little Man
I've added some pictures of our Little Man, so everyone can rave about how cute and adorable he is! I think he's the spitting image of his daddy, but his Tia and cousin, Ashley, disagree. I'll let all of you be the judge!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Cole Andrew has arrived!
More details to follow once I get some sleep and figure out how to download the pictures to my laptop. He was born June 6th at 7:46 PM weighing in at 7 pounds 3 ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long. Looks like a mini version of his daddy!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Hottie Gets a Job!
As some of you know, there is not a lazy bone in Hottie's hot body. Matter of fact, he makes the rest of us mere humans look pathetically lazy. So, when he told me last year that he wanted to start his own lawn business, what was a girl to say except "Go for it!" I knew that regardless of what I said, Hottie's idea was already fully formed, he'd already planned it all out, and was now, not asking for permission, but merely letting me know that he was about to start another project that he would make a success.
When we moved into the house, Hottie told me he was a handyman. Now, a lot of guys says this and don't mean it. Shortly after we moved in, Hottie said that he was going to put in a workshop in the garage. He spent a couple of weeks planning it out, drawing up plans, and measuring the wall. I thought he was all talk and no action. Little did I know. I left on a business trip on Monday and came home on Friday to a new garage. Along the left wall, he'd built a wooden shelf, with drawers underneath, and hung cabinets on the wall where his tools and machinery were already in place. Wow! I thought, He's handy! And the workmanship of the space was easily on par with a professional's. Friends have wanted to hire him to do a workshop in their garages. And when he built my arbor/pergola with my flagstone patio underneath, their faces turned green with envy, little horns grew out of their heads, and they prayed that their men would magically turn handy like Hottie.
So, when he told me that he wanted to start a business, I knew he would take the time to do it right. And he did. He did research online, registered his business's name with the state, bought a trailer and equipment, invoice software, and any other trappings of a business that he could think of. Then he started passing out his business cards.
And today, he got his first customer! Whoo-hoo! Bring home the bacon, Hottie!
When we moved into the house, Hottie told me he was a handyman. Now, a lot of guys says this and don't mean it. Shortly after we moved in, Hottie said that he was going to put in a workshop in the garage. He spent a couple of weeks planning it out, drawing up plans, and measuring the wall. I thought he was all talk and no action. Little did I know. I left on a business trip on Monday and came home on Friday to a new garage. Along the left wall, he'd built a wooden shelf, with drawers underneath, and hung cabinets on the wall where his tools and machinery were already in place. Wow! I thought, He's handy! And the workmanship of the space was easily on par with a professional's. Friends have wanted to hire him to do a workshop in their garages. And when he built my arbor/pergola with my flagstone patio underneath, their faces turned green with envy, little horns grew out of their heads, and they prayed that their men would magically turn handy like Hottie.
So, when he told me that he wanted to start a business, I knew he would take the time to do it right. And he did. He did research online, registered his business's name with the state, bought a trailer and equipment, invoice software, and any other trappings of a business that he could think of. Then he started passing out his business cards.
And today, he got his first customer! Whoo-hoo! Bring home the bacon, Hottie!
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