Love

Sweater Weather

So I really hate the winter. I go into hibernation mode. People try to show me the redeeming qualities of the season but I don't buy it. Snow is pretty, but so is green grass and flowers. Snow brings the holiday spirit, so does Christmas music and sugar cookies. There are lots of fun sports/activities to do in the snow. True, I do enjoy skiing, but after awhile my toes and fingers freeze and that's not fun.

But there is one thing I love about winter.

Sweater weather!!!

Cable knit, argyle, cotton, wool, cashmere, I love them all.

These are my favorite sweaters from J.Crew and Banana Republic.

Love the design.

Love the lines and the buttons.

So feminine.

Absolutely love the color.

Anything sparkley gets my attention,

Ditto.

Fabulous color.

Looks warm and fuzzy.

Total cost for my new winter wardrobe- $840.

Maybe I can convince Jake that his tuition for winter semester really isn't important. Maybe.

3oz or less

Airport security...always a good time.

Even when you have a baby, they still think you could be a threat.

And you're only allowed 3oz of liquid...so generous.

One time they took my finger paints...really.

But my favorite airport security experience happened last weekend.

A man ahead of us was trying to get through security with a 2 liter of Mountain Dew.

That's about 67oz.

I have to admit I admire his love affair with his soda.

It reminded me about a Brian Regan clip.

So kuddos to you soda man for trying to stick it to the man.

Better luck next time.

Her Eyes His Lips

Jake

plus

Julia

Equals Rhett-and he's a cutie. :)

Live Your Life Like a Disney Princess

So, my mind was wandering today and I was thinking about Disney princesses and how I could relate some parts of my life to being a Disney Princess. And I thought, hey, that's not a bad way to live. So here's my goal for Living Like a Princess.

Pray daily.


Exercise

Take naps

Eat healthy

Clean up

Read

So that's my goal! :) Feel free to laugh at me. But I think it's excellent.

Like Father, Like Son

I live with 2 boys.

They both have similar habits.

Jake leaves his wet towel on the floor, Rhett leaves his blankets.

Jake gets grumpy if he's hungry, Rhett feels the same way.

Both need a lot of attention and affection.

And both can be rather gassy.

And from this last similarity I have given them nick-names.

Jake is Gaseous Maximus and Rhett is Farticus Sparticus.

I love my boys.

Even when they smell not so sweet.

Month 3

Dear Rhett,

I'm sorry that this is a few weeks late. You have become a funny, smiley, goofy, playful little man and honestly I have more fun playing with you than doing any of my other chores. Which is why our laundry pile is starting to resemble Mount Everest.

In the morning we've started bringing you into bed with us to snuggle. It's one of my favorite times of the day. You love to snuggle and usually you fall back asleep, which we love. If you don't want to sleep you love to play and give us big goofy grins and giggles. We sing songs and take our time getting up. You have helped us slow our lives down and helped us have more gratitude for the small, sweet moments.

Rhett you have also become quite the conversationalist. You coo and babble and squeal with so much enthusiasm. You will look at us in the eye and start telling us your stories with your eyes so bright and your legs kicking so fast.

Since you were born you've hated bath time. You would scream and twist around in your tub the whole time. It was a wrestling match and your dad and I had to double team you in order to get you clean. But this month we made an amazing discovery. You love to shower. You don't scream, you smile. You are the cutest naked baby ever. It's impossible not to cover your chubby knees, little Budda belly and round cheeks with kisses. Or if it's your dad, with zerbers.

This month you have started to love your play mat. And your biggest achievement is that you can grab on to the rings and toys and shake them around. You love to talk to Mr. Octopus who hangs from play mat. You squeal with happiness when you make your rattle shake.

You are no longer my little newborn. I can't call you my itty bitty anymore. You are my little Mr. Man. You are my buddy who dances with me in the kitchen, who loves when I vacuum, who calms down immediately when I hold you, who smiles the biggest for your dad. You are such a blessing in our life. We love you Rhett Rhett

Mom and Dad