Tuesday, March 25, 2008
My Sausage!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
The Ranch
My father-in-law and brother-in-law bought some land just outside of Lampassas. The Ranch. We're already in love. We've spent 2 weekends out there (and the boys a day off in the middle of the week) cleaning, moving in, cleaning, painting, and cleaning. This weekend a new toilet was installed, Riley rode a tractor for the first time with Uncle Mike, the cable guy came, Riley rode the 4-wheeler with Aunt Robbye, and Robbye and Mike moved in ALL of their goodies. There is so much work to be done, but every trip out there, it just gets better and better.
Today we were amazed by The Bee Tree. We parked, got out, and heard the buzzing. Of course it's a tree not far away from the house, halfway between the back and the front. One can't ignore the constant buzzing. It's pretty incredible, actually.
I cannot wait until the house is ready for us to spend the weekend in. Let the good times begin: riding 4-wheelers, shooting skeet, watching the cows, working on the tractor, getting away from it all, and most of all--hanging out and relaxing with our family.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
He Thinks My Tractor's Sexy
Friday, March 14, 2008
Hey Cupcake!!!

I finally went to Hey Cupcake yesterday and it was everything I wanted it to be. It is a shiny Airstream Trailer converted into a cupcake stand--topped with a revolving cupcake (pink icing with sprinkles). Hey Cupcake should definitely be on your "List of Things to do in Austin."Tuesday, March 11, 2008
I'm in Love!!
Yesterday was my first day of Spring Break. I had initially planned to take Riley to school Monday and have lunch with a friend. I felt a little guilty, but was going ahead with the plan. I even considered taking him, driving him to my mother's, etc. Early Monday morning, this friend emailed and said she had to cancel because she was having an unexpected root canal.It was a great day to stay in--pouring down rain and pretty chilly. He slept in and we hung out in our j.j's most of the day. We watched a few episodes of Backyardigans, of course. He's starting to laugh at the funny things, so that's exciting to watch. He's been singing along for a while now and knowing more and more of the chorus and the last word of the lines. It warms my heart watching these things develop.
We ate scrambled eggs on toast with cheese.
We read books.
We went out on the back porch a few times ("A-yard Mama.")
We put together puzzles, 6 times each.
We played with "money" (his cash register).
We snuggled.
We loved every minute.
I am so thankful for my friend's dental drama (sorry, Cara). Without it, I would've missed out on this wonderful day with my favorite little man.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Coffee Date



Guinea Pig
Saturday, March 8, 2008
The Cupcake Academy

Yes, there really were cupcakes!

This is Mrs. Cupcake (the fabulous, real-life photgrapher. Check her out at www.pinkletoes.com).

See how pretty she is without a camera in front of her face? Notice her perfect cupcake shirt!

I took this great picture of these sisters and I don't even know their names.

My favorite pic of Shelly from today
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Stress ball
It all started Saturday morning. I was worried all day about how Riley would handle a birthday party being at 1:00--when his nap usually starts. I was so worried about it, I couldn't relax all day. He had a great time, loved the inflatable madness, and sweat his little hiney off. We went home about 2:30 and he had a great nap, business as usual. I was so proud.
Today was his 2 year well check at the doctor's office. This was our 2nd attempt because the first appt. we were too late and the dr. had an appt. following ours. I was so frustrated because I zipped right off when school was over and couldn't have been any quicker.
I worry about what a mess he'll be at the dr.'s office all day (well, when I'm not teaching first graders about the regions of Texas, how to revise their lead, or fact families). When we arrive, he says, "No. Bye bye." (I don't want to be here, let's go home.) When we walk through the office door, he whimpers and clings to me. I hand him off to Mimi while I check us in (thank goodness my mother can go with us--it's not easy by myself). I hear him saying, "Go home." Sorry buddy, we have to do this.
It's not just the shots that stress him out (and make me sweat) but the whole process--starting with walking in the patient room. First thing--weigh the boy. Not an easy task. This time he didn't have to weigh on the baby scale either, we went to the "big boy" scale that you stand on. Well, Riley didn't stand on it--he picked up his feet and screeeeeamed! We ended up weighing both of us and subtracting my weight. How desperate do you have to be to get on the scale when you don't have to? That was me. Desperate. (He weighs 28 pounds and I'm not telling how much I weighed!)
Then we go to the room to see how tall he is, which means lay him on the table so they can put a yard stick up next to him. MORE SCREAMING, more stress. He associates the table with shots, so he doesn't want to be on it. It takes all 3 of us to pin my sweet boy down so the nurse can put a yard stick up next to him (34 1/2 inches). Dude, she isn't even going to TOUCH you.
Then we wait and wait and wait and wait and wait for the doctor to come in. Meanwhile Mimi and I are trying to entertain him. Ugh. He won't have a snack or a drink because he's too stressed. I'm getting hotter and sweatier remembering the last time we tried to do this and I was late.....how long am I waiting for the doctor? Wouldn't we have been right on schedule for our last appt.? Whatever.
Dr. comes in and mostly asks me questions. We all have to have our ears checked, our throat looked at, and our eyes--maybe even twice. Whatever it takes for Riley to do it. The doctor leaves, Riley waves "Bye bye" with a smile because we're leaving, right? Nope......the dreaded shot is next. Can Mama breathe yet?
In she comes, Riley panics, cries, clings, etc. I ask Mimi to slip his pants of because that shot is going in the front of his thigh. We quickly pin him back down on that "hurting table." I stay close to his face and hold his hands while the nurse straightens his leg out and gives him the one and only shot of our visit. Bandaid. Done.
Riley's fine. "Bye bye, thank you" he says to the nurse that just pinned him down and gave him a shot. My sweetheart. "Shoes...on" he says, meaning "Now can we leave?"
Yes, we're done. You're done. Breathe.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Slumber Party



