Sunday, July 17, 2011


Door frame meet Rhett.
 Rhett meet door frame.

Holy goose egg right?!

On the move

 Rhett's been walking for over a month now.

Little stinker. 

He's so fast. 
I was getting shoes the other day and I looked up to find him pulling men's shoes off the rack. 
On the other side of the store. 

 When he want's to run (power walk) he sticks his arms out behind him.
Little penguin. 

And we finally found a pair of shoes that he will keep on. 

And Rhett LOVES to play chase. 

And be chased. :)

P.S. He spend most of the day half naked. 

Waking up from Sunday naps

 First we hear Rhett babbling. 

Then him banging his bottle on the side of his crib.

Soon to be followed by, "Mamamamamamamama!!"

And then we see this happy face!

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Month 11

Dear soon-to-be-not-so-little man,

You are 11 months old. You are a walking machine. We call you the tin man because you are so stiff when you toddle around. Your knees don't bend. And it's adorable. We love when you you flap your arms as you wander and when we hear you babbling in different rooms of the house. You will just take off and not look back.

You love to take walks outside. You LOVE all things dog. When you see one, your little body goes ridged with excitement and you start bouncing and pointing and saying "dod, dod, dod!" We want to get you a dog as soon as we can because you love them so much. But for right now you have your stuffed animals. Which you also adore. I love when you squeeze them and bite their noses. I think you're trying to kiss your own way.

On our daily walks you love to collect treasures. Sticks are your all time favorite but leaves and rocks also make the cut. You all so have a knack for finding any and all garbage littering our path. You're such a little squirle, gravitating toward any shiny wrapper.

You've started throwing tantrums. If we take something away or say no you go limp or stomp your foot and scream through your teeth. Love it. Especially when we're in public. Or better yet at church.

A few more little details. You fell in the tub in Florida and got a nasty gash above your eye. Poor little man. You hated the ocean at first, but loved it at the end. You must eat a whole strawberry at once and won't touch it if I cut one up. You love to look at pictures of your dad when he's at work and when he get's home you are attached to him. During the rest of the day you follow me around telling your stories. You think you're pretty funny because I hear you giggling to yourself when I'm not with you.

We love you more now than ever Rhett! And I'm SO excited for your first're going to have so much fun.

Love, Mom and Dad