He's Cute

and VERY silly.

Let's Hear it for the Boy

Are these things on?

Daddy - If you can hear me, I overheard mama saying you were ruining her blog by taking all 50 of the iPhone cords with you in your stupid "gym bag" (her words, not mine) when you travel.

I also heard her say something about a necklace with a G on it and something about downtown McKinney and Christmas. 

Please return promptly, oh and I love you, (less then mama, but I still love you).

Let's Hear it for 3rd Person. (right?, 3rd person?)

Big Red, Blogging and Baze

Check out my new blog background and banner - what what.  My web designer is a genius.  Web designer - ha - thanks Biggy Biggster Red Hair.  I love LOVE love the banner with G singing. 

Kels - You are a great friend.  I am so thankful for your loyalty, care free/ fun attitude and giant hair.  We joke about you finding a husband, but you are a great catch.  In fact, so great that I have found you the perfect person. 

Nate Basil - oh Yea.

He owns a bar, wears combat boots, is super tall, has cool hair and is bound to go to church (bars are closed on Sunday, right?).

Sister Wife #1:  Matthew Fox

Sister Wife #2:  Nate Basil

Let's Hear it For Kelsey Basil (emphasis on the Bay - Zul (and in vibrato))

Just in time...

Thank you Denise for the best care package last week.  THEME SHEETS (what what), for G, and a surprise peppermint candle, for me - that I LOVE.

It is so fun to get things in the mail, especially when they contain THEME items and rotten bananas (get it together T) and sweet potatoes peeking out of the box.  Lucky me!

Let's Hear it for Themise (you know - Theme plus Denise).

Natural Grocers, Richardson, do you hate me?

Mike and I shop at Natural Grocers, because we find it to be cheaper than Whole Foods and they have a great selection on organic and local foods.  It is equally convenient to us in Richardson. 

Since having the baby, it is more of a challenge to get to the grocery store with him.  Pack teething biscuits, pack water, spare diaper, a few toys, baby, backpack, shopping list, reusable bags, etc.  But we get it done and have food on the table.

However, my last two shopping experiences have been nothing short of misery.  They changed produce bags on me.  So now, I grab 18 produce bags and spend at least 1 minute trying to open each one.  Rubbing my fingers over the edges, blowing on them, licking them, big hand rubbing them, and NOTHING works.  OH MY GOODNESS - so frustrating.  You are probably thinking it is my problem, but I see other people struggling too.  Maybe I should put all of my produce loose in the bottom of my cart - that would show them! 

All while trying to open these #*#* things, Graham has dropped his teething biscuit 100 times, he is trying to eat a bag (maybe a choking hazard, but not suffocation b/c you can't open them), he wants to move, he is eating cheese through the packaging, all while I am cussing at the stupid bags.

Can I get a break please Natural Grocers?  I am trying to shop with a 1 year old - I DON'T HAVE TIME TO RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB these bags to death to open them.

Let's Hear is for Whole Foods. (ha ha - take that NG)

Your daddy what?

Graham, one day when you read this I wanted you to know that your DA took you to the Whole Foods with this outfit on.

I know you are thinking, why did you let me wear a giant fleece one piece suit, when I was a big boy and we live in Texas on top of fleece gloves and a hat that don't match?

And the answer is, b/c your DA has no shame.  If it is any consolation, he wore his house shoes...he likes to pretend they are regular shoes and he did bring home delicious breakfast tacos.

Embarrassing.

Let's Hear it for your Dad.

Thanks Dad...

My parents are great gift givers.  It seems like every year the gifts are bigger and better, well this holds true for Graham now as well.  For his birthday, my dad bought him a tricycle.  I know you are thinking, "the man is one" he won't be tricycling for years.  Well, guess what he can get on it, pedal it, ride it downstairs, and do a wheelie.  Just kidding, the man can't even balance unassisted on a chair.

Anywho, so we get this giant tricycle, that goes from a high setting to a slow setting and it has a push bar on it, it can make you breakfast, etc.  It is super fancy.

I thought we might put it away for awhile and bring it back out when he is bigger.  Well, no can do.  Graham LOVES to sit on this thing (even though his feet don't touch the pedals) and he loves to push it around the house and down the street.

side note:  please excuse the giant sleeper thing he is wearing (usually not my style, but it was freezing) and the "laundry fairy" was lazy about washing regular pj's.

Back to the story, so the gist is - this trike is huge and he is not, yet.

So ponder this.....who do you think has to put him on and off of the thing and then proceed to balance him while pushing it - MAMA.  Who do you think has to turn the giant trike when he rams it into every wall and cabinet in our very small 5 point turn house - MAMA.  Whos back do you think aches from leaning over - not G's - his MAMA.  So thanks dad, you got me and I know you owe from my childhood....the only way this gift could be any better is if it make really loud siren noises and needed me to replace the batteries every 2-days (with a cover that you need a screwdriver to undo).

Dad- if you want me to say that I will come and get all of my high school and college junk out of your house in return for buying independent, user friendly gifts from here forward - DEAL.  But, I have a feeling you think this is SUPER hilarious.

In all seriousness, I love you - thanks for the great tricycle that gives Graham and I unlimited quality time together.  After all, my back only hurts a little.  :)

Let's Hear it for the Boys (including my dad) (singing medium tone and then fading out).