Warning: Longest random post in history. This sucker is like the bermuda triangle. You may not come out alive. You may become comatose after the first fifty photos. But if by some rare chance, you reach the end of this post with your appendages still intact and able to count to two…well, first you will know there is a God. Secondly, you will try exotic life-threatening adreneline junkie experience…like eating sushi, skinny-dipping with your parents and attempting public speaking…because you looked this beast in the eye and lived. And lastly…you will receive ten thousand Bower Power points. And that my friends is worth living for.
Do you know this man?
He doesn’t make appearances on this blog very often. In fact, I will award you eleventy points if you can answer correctly without help.
It’s my dad.
Any winners? Eleventy points to you. And a hearty congratulations. heck, I even award you 100 freebie calories today…but you gotta take em today or they expire and will count tomorrow.
And now you should thank my Pops because he makes this blog possible. He cleans the viruses off my computer and keeps it functional. Things you should now about him: he’s a closet nerd (16 years of math teachering will do that to a man). he’s pretty handy (he retiled his master bathroom). he owns a software company (thus making the virus-cleaning possible). he’s a golfer (and pretty darn good at it for an old man – joke dad).
oh…and he’s hilarious.
Did you know that I am one of four kids? I am. My poor mother.
The youngest, the baby of the family, is Timmy. Some of you call him Hot Tim…which gives me the shweebies.
I can imagine that this only adds to the ‘hotness’. The boys in my family are adreneline junkies. They might read this post just to risk their lives.
Clara is my neice. My older brother’s girl. And she is amazing.
She should play sports. She’s literally stronger than me. And she is aggressively tough.
But you know what? She’s a tomgirl…as in she should play sports but is totally girly through and through. She would rather wear sparkles and sequins and lipgloss than throw a ball…but one day she might by accident and nail Cole to the wall.
These photos are randomly put in here. Can you tell?
One of Will’s favorite toys is this green rattle. It was given to him by his pediatrician…who we adore.
Will stole Pugsley. I am sure Cole wasn’t too pleased.
Clara just recently got to ‘hold’ Will for the first time. She was thrilled.
She told me with her Alabama accent that “Well is my baaybee”. I love her little southern drawl.
This photo cracks me up. Mostly because Will looks like he’s saying “these people have no idea how to do photos, do they?”
All four of the cousins. I hope one day the cousin-photo is much bigger. Do you have lots of cousins? I don’t.
Cole is on a soccer team. His coach is very cool. Cole is known on the team as the slide-tackler. Actually that is the nice way to put it…Cole is known as the kid that falls down a lot. He’s also the littlest guy out there. But you know what? He’s not afraid of anyone. I’m glad that the abuse we give him is good for something.
Guess who runs the show around here?
It ain’t this guy:
Oh that’s Brad. His rapper name is El gorila. His spanish speaking friends gave him that one. He’s the funniest guy I know. If plumbing doesn’t work out, he should do standup. Seriously. He should be on SNL. That’s my vote.
Have you seen this photo before? It’s Will doing ‘so big’. It’s in the repetoire of tricks he can now do on command. He’s kinda like a dog…except a lot less cuddly. Never been a cuddler.
I have a small garden now. It’s very exciting. I need a sign that says “The Happy Garden” then it will be complete. Hopefully next year it will be twice this size. It’s weird but I feel more like a mom now that I have one.
This is one of Jeremy’s favorite onesies for Will. I think you can understand why.
Another trick…wait…you saw this one already.
You haven’t seen this one though - blowing kisses. Such a sweet little guy. This is for you Clara.
Sometimes we have dinner outside…I love it. We hardly ever did that at the old house…mostly because I was afraid of our deck.
Does Will know that our friend’s The Petersik’s baby girl Clara is his girlfriend? The answer to that is yes.
He gets to see her Flickr page with all her videos (click here and go down to Clara’s sidebar button to see more)…and he breaks out this huge grin…like an Austin-Powers-oh-yeah-baby kinda grin. We are so excited to visit with them soon. I wish they lived here…it would be so fun.
Will’s newest and our most favorite trick is dubbed the “Shakespeare Hand”. I have been known to scream at Jeremy who comes running with the camera to capture the elusive little trick.
We love how seriously he sets the sucker up and then how he holds it there while a string of babytalk streams from his lips. Best three seconds of my life.
I got a new highchair for Will. The other one is still well loved but this one allows for him to sit at the table too. Plus, we just have too many friends with babies and inevitably we always could use a second highchair…you know, for herding sake.
One of my friends, Brook celebrated her 30th birthday. Let me rephrase…Brook had a birthday, we celebrated having my mom babysit.
Did you know that in the last year we have dropped Will off for babysitting a total of three times? The only other time someone has watched him is during church or if Jeremy’s parents are over and want to watch Will while Jer&I get our kanoodle on. JOKE. We are sleeping.
The first time my mom watched Will, Jeremy & I went to dinner. We were amazed at how fast we got things done without a baby in tow.
I should make a sign in my house that says this:
Birthday girl getting her putt-putt on.
Those are white converse…love em.
Wouldn’t black lights be so fun for a dance party? I want to host a dance party with blacklights…
Totally weird and random photo.
Totally awesome photo.
Wanna know something I love about my boyfriend? Well, something else I love? I love that he takes dares. He isn’t afraid of a good ole fashioned dare….especially ones that get me jumping up and down while seal clapping with laughter.
I also love the sign.
That’s Ethan & Maggie. Apparently they are also boyfriend/girlfriend. Poor Will. Third wheel.
Update…Will loves the bike. He asks for it. He literally will stand at the garage door and cry till we go outside and then he heads straight for the bikes. When we are done riding, he claps. Then he cries when we take off the helmet.
And he hates hats…but he likes the helmet since it means a ride.
Some of you may think we have this perfect little baby. I assure you, you are wrong. He is a drama queen.
And a dare devil.
Cole, my sister’s little guy, is mildly obsessed with collecting caterpillars. I have been known to kill them when he isn’t looking. Dang rose-bush eaters.
The woods are getting gorgeouser and gorgeouser. Everything seems alive and green. Even bits of ground that I didn’t expect anything to grow are now covered with life. It’s amazing.
Here it is in transition. If you can believe it, it’s even more green now.
This is Cole’s tough man look. It cracks me up.
This is one of those pictures that makes me feel at ease. It’s so familiar. Dad at the grill.
Do you see all that food? Yeah, four and a half people were eating that day. That’s how we roll.
This photo scares the poo outta me. Will looks like a mini teenager somehow. I hate to love it.
As a thank you gift to Cole for the amazing job he did on the birthday puppet show, we gave him a helicopter puzzle.
It was $1 at Michaels…and now I want one. So cool.
heebie jeebies. I’m itchy all over now.
I love this dang kid. I love him so much.
My sister recently got engaged to Boots…and Cole is adjusting to the idea of moving and having a new dad and all that. I am so happy for Lori…but part of me is still nervous for Colebaby. Somehow I want to tell Boots that he needs to love on Cole more…like wrestle and hug and plan special events and have special handshakes. I know Boots loves him…but he has 6 years to make up for. That’s a whole lotta wrestling.
Jeremy is the most athletic guy I’ve ever met. I think it was one reason that I liked him. I could never be with someone less athletic than me. I would feel like I could beat him up.
My boy and his hoe.
Let’s just hope I don’t say that when he’s seventeen.
Will discovered the hose and it was his best friend until it turned on him. They are now frenemies.
Jeremy and I were chatting about Will’s eyes. Probably most of our kids will have dark eyes.
Jeremy’s eyes are blue…and I am starting to pray now that one day one of our kids will have them. Hey prayer warriors, will you help a vain sister out?
leftover ballons + potbellied toddler = hours of fun
Will loves looking at our neighbor’s lawn equipment. I do too.
Will’s ready for a bar miztvah. Anything for presents.
Notice the paci. We call it the fake paci. We found that Will will actually take this one…it’s been a miracle and a curse. Now we have to keep track of two pacifiers instead of just one.
I have a dream….
His hair is getting longer…and we both love it.
This is an all too familiar photo.
We tried out some different swings. You know, for the sake of science. And the results are the same.
Not really a fan.
I did however get the look that says “Mom get off the ground and stop embarrassing me”.
Will does however love the slide. And just watching people slide.
Also, I have noticed that when I go to the playground with my camera, a lot of other kids ask me to take their photo. I can’t even fake it because they always ask to see it. Then I have to spend ten minutes ignoring my own kid while I delete the random photos of the girl with the Barbie jeans on.
Will also loves the tractor. But you probably already gathered that.
I think it’s because Jeremy does this Lion King move while driving. If I were the responsible type, I would say let’s not do that…but let’s be honest, I am the one that says “Now throw him honey!”
Will’s highchair is from Goodwill. But I found the sticker on it from Ikea. I might paint it white. Right after I paint everything else in our house.
Last photo ya’ll! You made it!
Now pat yourself on the back for successfully ignoring work, children or wasting an hour of perfectly good time. And don’t forget your ten thousand points….I am keeping a tally