Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Yeah... getting the two of them to smile at the same time was quite a feat!
Laughing at the "wild weenie" running around the yard
This is when George made the Gopher face invoking one of our favorite you tube videos!
The winning photo
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Oh NO they Dih-nt!!!
Oh Yes, they did! I read about this in the paper this morning, so it looks like Drank is now available nationwide at your favorite munchy-stop- er, I mean, convenience store. Or you can click here to Buy you a drank!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Thursday, January 08, 2009
- His sixth month was marked by settling into a daily routine with eating and napping (but still not unfortunately, sleeping through the night!).
- At 6 1/2 months, the chunky monkey was a little over 17 1/2 pounds and was 26 1/4 inches long.
- He's sitting up all by himself, though I usually keep a boppy pillow behind him, and an eye on him anyways, as he had an unfortunate run-in with a shelf in his room last week.
- Bradley is also a Boob Man. He hasn't taken to eating solid foods all that enthusiastically, nor have his bowells agreed with the solids either! We are slowly but surely changing that, but you can't help the guy for his preference for Ol' Bessie.
- The lifesaver toy for this month has been his new exersaucer from Grandma & Grandpa B. How did I survive without this? Bradley loves bouncing in it, and it gives me anywhere from 15-30 minutes of uninterrupted time.
- Teething has begun, but no pearly whites have appeared just yet.
- Still no discernible babbling other than laughs and squeals of delight, and impatient whining whenever the food isn't ready right this second, or no one is paying him full attention! (Is it too early to teach him there's no crying in baseball, or breastfeeding, or in restaurants??!!)
Saturday, January 03, 2009
College Grad with Mom & Dad
Friday, January 02, 2009
Bradley helping mommy with the wrapping paper!
Bradley's reaction of his new TMX Cookie Monster
Bradley had so many presents that he didn't make it through opening all of them before it was time for his morning nap, so he came back after the nap for round 2, and Christmas breakfast. He also decided that Christmas morning would be the day he decided to finally commit to eating solid foods. We brought out the high chair for the occasion too! (Up until this point I had been clinging stubbornly to feeding him in his Bumbo seat, which he has outgrown.)
Christmas night we opened our stockings, and I took the opportunity to take pictures of Bradley literally in his stocking, it is so big! The new rule in the house has been that only items that fit in the stockings may be given as stocking stuffers, so Grandma B got Bradley's stocking extra-big to get around this stipulation.
Bradley (aka Santa's Baby) with Grandma & Grandpa B
Christmas Eve was spent with mom and Laura in the kitchen all day, and everyone finishing up last minute gifts and wrapping. We attended the usual Christmas Eve service at Brentwood Baptist. The highlight for me came at the very beginning of the service when country music songwriter Neil Thrasher (apparently also a BBC member?) sang his Christmas song "A Baby Changes Everything" with a string quartet accompanying him. It was simple, beautiful, and powerful. These are the things I miss about not living in Music City. Church music is good wherever you go, and the potential for songwriters and country music artists popping in and performing is always in the realm of possibility.
When we got home that evening, it was time to take family pictures. All of a sudden, the dogs started to bark, and we realized that someone was at the door. Mom answered the door, and in walks this woman holding a tub of Moosetracks ice cream, and directly behind her is a man who I can only assume is her husband, carrying a suitcase. They are standing in our home, looking at us expectantly, and we are each thinking that we have no idea who they are, but each one of us assumes somebody else recognizes our Christmas Eve guests. It only takes a few seconds of the strangers panning across the room before they realize they are at the wrong house! "What number is this?" the woman asks. "1421" Mom replies. "Oh, we're looking for 1425!" The ice-cream-laden lady responds with a laugh. The couple back their way out the door, meanwhile commenting to mom that they like our Christmas decorations anyways! It is all we can do to not bust out into a raucous laughter right then, and so we wait a couple of seconds after the door shuts behind them before we allow the laughter to escape!
After our unknown and unexpected guests left, we continued with our family photo session in front of the tree.
While dinner was cooking, Laura and I carried on our Christmas Eve tradition of opening our presents from each other, and Bradley surprised me with a gift to open that night as well- a new camera- although I think he might've had some help shopping from Grandpa B!
Christmas Eve Dinner was absolutely amazing! Laura and Mom never fail to outdo themselves. We had a marinated and herb rubbed beef tenderloin, sauteed brussel sprouts, fried apples, and garlic mashed potatoes. I'm not usually much of a meat eater, but that night I had 2 helpings of the steak, along with everything else! My compliments to the chefs!
After dinner, which was later than usual, I scrambled to get Bradley to bed at a semi-normal hour, but took the time to get his Christmas Jammies on, and then pose him for pictures with cookies and milk for Santa!
However, I had a good hunch that what Santa really wanted was not cookies, but rather cookie dough, so there's that picture as well!
Thursday, January 01, 2009
- Bradley's first birthday in June
- Going back to work- whether that be a full-time or part-time job
- Laura & George's wedding in March
- Finding out once and for all if Bradley's hair will be blonde or red
- Bradley's first words, steps, and finally sleeping through the night (please, God, let this one come soon!)
- My last birthday in my twenties (I'm depressed already!)
- A renewed, restored relationship with Jesus