Before Christmas, we packed up the boys and about 2.4 million pounds in baby equipment (seriously…who is gonna invent a stroller/booster/packnplay/boppy/breastpump in one? raise your hand.) and we headed to visit Jer’s folks in Chattanooga. First we hit up Gramps & Grammy…
Will was our little present distributor. I called him UPS…Ur Present Squasher…
He had a terribly good time opening his and everyone else’s presents.
He is now obsessed with his teddy bear sleeping bag. He has it on his bed but hates the fuzz in his mouth so a couple times a night, he wakes up and screams “YUCKY FUR!” and I think he’s yelling “HELPME! FIRE!”…it’s not funny at 4am.
They also got what Will dubbed ‘tiger towels’…he’s obsessed with tigers. Weston is just pirating it up.
His favorite gift was the truck. You push a button and then it drives forward and then comes back to you. I call it a fat-kid toy because you literally only burn two calories playing with it. Jillian Michaels would be offended.
I love this photo. It’s so genuine. I have no idea what made her smile and laugh like that but it’s completely adorable.
And we all pitched in and got her a stand mixer….she needed it. Now Grammy has no excuse not to make us high calorie treats when we come visit. My muffin top thanks you for your muffin tops Grammy
I got a cute sparkly sweater…and Weston got a basketball follow through.
After we opened everything, we played outside.
The boys built a fire. Them Bower boys love them a good fire. It’s that southern blood.
Will’s eyes are so dark…they remind me of my Mummum. She calls them poop-bottle eyes….romantic, no?! One day, I will be old and gray and will look at him and see her. I’m thankful that God created genes like that.
I love this picture too. My little spirited one.
who promptly tuckers out…
Smily Spyrus (I have a slew of nicknames…Foxy Knoxy, Bestie Westie, George Castanza, Mr. Happy Pants – I also call Jer that sometimes – O. Tootles, the list goes on) and Kat (Jer’s brother’s girlfriend)….
Will is so affectionate toward Weston. He loves loves holding him. We just have to remind him to ask us to get Weston and not try to do it himself.
The next day, we packed everything up and headed to Jer’s mom’s house. Will’s first pair of ‘noculars’
And a weed wacker. He literally thinks this thing cuts bushes. I was trimming the roses and he came out and did it too…and then said “whew! Mommy I wooked hard…I tired…I need a coke.”
Jer’s Grandma. I love this lady. She’s getting closer and closer to that time. Wearing down. Slowing up. Whatever you want to call it…it makes me get teary. Jeremy’s eyes are the same color as hers. I hope Weston has those eyes too.
Speaking of Weston…he had terrible baby acne/skin sensitivities. TERRIBLE. Like even our pediatrician suggested something be done. twice. Here he is after we treated him…you can still see the little bumps on his cheeks…now imagine that times 100. It was bad. We used Hydrocortisone cream….it helped a lot. Now they are rare…but seriously, I’ll have to show ya one day a pimpley picture…it’s foreshadowing for teenage years.
First picture of GrandBee with her grandbabies…
Did y’all know she gave up smoking for them? That’s a big deal. A REALLY big deal. I am so glad that she did. I am so very very proud of her for that because I know it wasn’t easy. I’m hoping that it will add so much more time to her life with us because these boys will need their grandparents.
A few folks were asking me how I knew my camera focus was off…you can see it really well in this picture….I had the focus on his eyes…but it’s not sharp…the tree is sharp but not his face. It was things like that. I knew something was off.
Grandma giving kisses. I think in twenty years Will will cherish these few pictures with his great-grandmother…she is such a wonderfully tender woman full of laughter.
Later on, we packed everything back up and said our goodbyes and headed home. We always spend Christmas morning at our house…it’s a little tradition.
Weston allowed us to go to a candlelight service…it was beautiful. Our friend Michael helped lead the worship (he is the lead singer in the Christian band Small Town Poets) and it was awesome. I love christmas music. His band actually just released a Christmas album and I’m buying it for next year…click here if you want to listen.
Obviously Will was obsessed with the fire. little pyromaniac.
That night we got home just in the nick of time to set out cookies and milk for Santa. He talked about this for days…how Santa will have boo boos in his tummy from too many cookies, how Santa likes to dunk his cookies, how Santa eats the cookies and then says yummy…that’s de-icious. He has this whole scenario in his head on how the cookies were devoured by Santa and then Santa got sick.
So that’s our Christmas in Chattanooga. Gramps & Grammy & GrandBee – now you can see those pics! Hope it was worth the wait! And I still have the Christmas here and my family’s Christmas to share (I haven’t forgotten about you mom!) so don’t deny the Christmas spirit in January Hey…last year it took me 11 days to get these out…look at me not improving! ahh! I promise there will be no Christmas posts in February! I hope.