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Now look at this sweet handsome baby boy....does he look like he could do anything to give his sweet momma a gray hair? Well truth be known he keeps me worried! This little booger likes to throw 104 degree fevers at me every so often to see just how much he can make me run coo coo! I must admit, I have never been one to worry too much about sicknesses (except their inconvenience and the pity you feel for your precious one going through the sickness). However, this cutey has a way of making me want to pull my hair out trying to figure out what keeps causing these mega fevers. (Especially when all the tests show nothing except extremely high white blood counts) For a momma who has always been very proud of her lack of gray hair, it seems I now have one!!! Baby "L" is only 5 mos old. If he keeps this up I will surely be fully grayed by the time he is in kindergarten.
Due to the unseasonal warmth, the family planned a quick trip up to the local mountain and took a little hike to get our blood pumping before the super bowl last Sunday. The kids were so excited and dreamed about it all night Saturday night. When Sunday morning came, they were pumped and could hardly wait for church to be over so they could go on their little adventure.
We followed the horse path because Scooter thought we needed to start easy before we get into the serious hiking. We did however have to take a small detour when we realized the horse doo was getting a little abundant and it was too hard to steer everyone out of the way. The detour was the best part to the girls. We were able to go on unmarked ground and climb over fallen trees and stuff. IT WAS GREAT!!!!
The best thing about following the horse trail.....what do you think?!? The horses of course!!!! We had to veer off the path a little so we didnt spook them, but boy were they pretty!!
For the most part, Little "O" and Baby "L" were carried in back packs and papooses, but when the trail looked overly easy, Little "O" was allowed to walk. And boy did he feel like a big boy. He galloped with a hop in his step. It was so cute!!! I cant wait until both he and Baby "L" can climb the hills along with their big sisters.
Speaking of the big sisters....here they are!!! This was one of those moments when they sat down, and how convenient, they are in baby order. H, K, B, F, and D. My beauties...even when "D" feels compelled to make funny faces at the camera.
Ok, guys! Time to head back to the house so we can go to the Super Bowl party at Memaw's and Pepaw's!!! We'll have to do this again soon!!!
I dont care who you voted for in the election....there was no denying the sense of patriotism that came over you as you watched President Obama being sworn in. The bands playing, the songs of old being sung, a great preacher telling it like it is (Warren), people crying, people celebrating, seeing that massive crowd there to watch this moment in history unfold. I believe this was a moment my kids will bank into their memories as a patriotic event. The flags were flying so gracefully and perfectly like God Himself was blowing them. I know some of us dont know what to expect from this new president. But that was not the thoughts on my mind that day. I was just proud to be an American.
The girls were quite enthralled by the whole event. They even stayed in from the snow longer than I imagined just to see the whole process. What was there favorite part? Watching President Obama place his hand on the Bible. It was like a sigh of relief came over them seeing that even he was going to be accountable to God. They did get a little embarrassed for the flub up in the swearing in speech, again there was another teachable moment. Even people who are very important can make mistakes. It is all ok!!! Lets just all remember in this new point of history that people are human and will make mistakes, but ultimately God is in control and He never fumbles!!! Remember to pray for our new President.
Well, I guess I have been coddling this big boy too long. Turns out he knows how to sit up. I guess I figured Baby "L" may be my last baby so I was keeping him needful as long as possible. Turns out this little booger doesnt want to be held back. He wants to be a big boy like his bro Little "O". I must say "O" seems much more intrigued by Baby "L" now that he can sit and play with the same toys he plays with. There is a small hint of what's mine is mine in Little "O"s eyes though. I think these two are going to be pretty good buds as time goes on.
Im sure most everyone joins in on the American Idol craze, whether we admit it or not. Well, last night after the kids and I have been enjoying the 2 day 2 hour episodes of The Idol this week, we sat down to dinner and somehow Idol became a topic of our conversation. All it took was the words American Idol and Little "O" suddenly broke into his rendition of some operatic song. I noticed the other night how he seemed enthralled with the singers when they would hold their ending notes long. Well, I guess he banked his experience and decided that was the best way to make it to Hollywood. Now we cant get him to stop that loud, very dramatic voice he has discovered. It is cute today but I may have to convince him that quiet singing is ok too. However, for all your listening pleasure.....Introducing Little "O" ........
excuse the darkness of the video, but you get the gist!
Does anyone remember that song from preschool? One little, two little, three little Indians... four little, five little, six little Indians.....seven little, eight little, nine little Indians...ten little Indian Momma's. Uh, Uh carrying my papoose.....Uh, Uh carrying my papoose...Uh, Uh carrying my papoose....ten little Indian Momma's!!! I sing this song in my head the whole time I am carrying Baby "L" in this little papoose (sling) that my bff passed on to me to make my life (and my back) a little easier.
The first few tries Baby "L" completely tried to wiggle free from the confinement, however he has discovered that he gets to be close to me more while he is in there. Needless to say I won and I now wear him like a piece of clothing. Thanks again tic (or were you tac?)