Pics

-If I put pictures on the blog, people tell me "You need to put those on Facebook because not everybody reads your blog"

-If I put pictures on Facebook, people tell me "You need to put those on your blog because not everybody is on Facebook"

The blog is free, Facebook is free, the pictures aren't all that interesting to begin with...it will be okay if not everybody sees every picture.

That said, here are two recent pics from Facebook :)

Speaking of Hair

So, speaking of hair, any guesses as to Everett's new hobby? What's that you say? Grabbing his own hair and pulling on it until he cries about it? Why yes, yes indeed...you got it!

Hair Dryer = Savior

I'm sure many of you women have known for some time that a hair dryer can be quite the savior. However, given my steady decline into a follicly-challenged state, I am new to this wonder. That said, I am considering nominating the hair dryer for some type of award. Why would I want to do that, you ask? Well, I'll tell you...It is because as I discovered last night, it is the only thing that can get Everett to go from screaming to silent. During one of his fits of baby rage last night, I remembered he seemed to like it when Meggan dried her hair. So, I carried him into the bathroom and turned on the blessed machine. Within seconds, he was completely calm and quiet. We did this a few more times just to make sure it wasn't a coincidence and it had a 100% success rate. I am now in the process of trying to fashion some type of apparatus that will allow me to strap the dryer onto my back or holster of some sort so when he cries, I can whip out my magic pistol like a wild west gunslinger. I'm like the Doc Holliday of colicky babies...are chaps and a cowboy hat too uncomfortable to sleep in? Anyways, if it so happens that I can't get any awards to buy in to my discovery (which I'm sure every other parent already knew), I will begin a crusade for all people to remove the term "hair dryer" from their vocabulary and replace it with "Jesus's Gun of Noisy Salvation".

Birthday Finale

I won't bore you with tons of info and photos from Amelia's 3rd Birthday Bash. Just know there was...

some hoops...



a little bubble chasing...


some rolling around...


lots of silly smiles...


and even some playing with Mommy...


All in all it was a great time and we can't wait to do it again! Meggan's got the next birthday in house, so maybe we'll celebrate hers at Gymboree as well!

Birthday, Part 2

We had a little party at home for Amelia's birthday last night. This is the 2nd celebration she's had leading up to her big party at Gymboree on Sunday. She's a lucky girl.


Required Dora cake...


Aunt Stacy's worst gift wrap job ever....


A happy little 3 year-old...

Can You Help A Brother Out?

My sister came to town to take Amelia out for her birthday and have a chance to see Everett for the first time. Well, this morning, both Meggan and I had to work for a bit so she got a REAL opportunity to spend quality time with the kids. I know I have said on here that Everett is a bit of a cryer...wellll....

within 20 minutes of being at my house last night, she said "Ummmm, I just remembered I have to go home early tomorrow"

within 30 minutes of Everett being awake this morning this conversation occurred...

Me: So, does this make you want more kids?

Stacy: Uhh, no! This makes me question whether I even want Robby (my nephew) to give me grandkids!

Now, I assure you she is just joking, loves the kids with all her heart, and is probably having a good time with them by now. But, I selfishly have to admit...it is sort of nice seeing someone else share my pain with a crying baby.

Happy Birthday!!!

Kids have birthdays all the time. However, how many of them do you know who start their day with their favorite dish cooked by their favorite dad....Happy Birthday Sausage...

Happy birthday to you...happy birthday to you...


As you can see, she's very happy about this...


Contemplating her birthday wish...


And yes, I'm aware this makes us candidates for some "My Big Fat Redneck Birthday" show, but she loves it, so lay off! :)