Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Because I LOVE chaos and have a hankering to catch a communicable disease

I look Walker to the new Chuck E. Cheese last week for a birthday party. I don't think I need to go any further.

I took this picture Sunday. This was after going to church, eating lunch with my fam and spending three hours in Bass Pro Shop. He was EXHAUSTED! Yes, three hours in Bass Pro and all we bought was Walker a pair of shoes, his first plastic gun and some chocolate covered raisins. Ahem, that's right we bought our fourteen month old a fake gun or Pow Pow as he calls it because that's what every fourteen month old needs. No I do not promote violence but I do get a charge out of it every time it falls out of my diaper bag, especially at the grocery store.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

While You Were Sleeping

We decided to convert our guest bedroom into a playroom after Christmas because of all the gifts good ole' Saint Nick left Walker. In the two years that we have lived in our home we have had company sleepover maybe six or seven times, since we converted into a playroom seven months ago we have needed an extra bed at least twenty times. That's usually how it goes. Anyway the playroom/office/exercise room has needed a major overhaul so I decided that it would happen this week. This is what Walker's playroom looked like before he went down for a nap yesterday.


I worked on it while he napped, Marc and I both worked on it after Walker went to sleep last night and tonight. When Walker wakes up in the morning this is what he will find.


SO SO SO much better! I still have a mirror to hang and I scored four 8x10 sports prints on Ebay for $25 to hang above the small bookcases. While this room is not exactly what I had in mind for a playroom it will do for now. At least now I'm not embarrassed for people to open the door. Unfortunately the rest of my house has been neglected due to my little project.

Monday, July 13, 2009

A Typical Summer Day

Today I ate breakfast off the floor and the foot rest of the high chair like I always do. Cause eating while sitting in my chair is not cool.

Threw a fit when Mommy put me in my jogging stroller. Finally I got in but only after she promised to take me to watch the tractors doing dirt work across the street. She waited until after her walk to take me just like I knew she would. She always bribes me with big machinery because she knows how much I like it.

Then I went to the park. Tried to convince the guy doing the yard work there to let me ride on the lawn mower with him. I kept running after to him but Mom would just catch me and say, "No, No, No!". For some reason she doesn't want me talking to strangers or running after the exhaust of a lawn mower. She must have had a bad experience.

I threw another fit when Mommy made me come inside after being out there for three and a half hours. Once I am capable of turning the door knobs I plan on going out there as much as possible.

I ate lunch.

I watched a little TV in my favorite chair. I let Daddy sit in it when he gets home from work but during the day this is my house and my recliner!!!

Destroyed the playroom while Mommy read me three books and attempted to do flash cards with me. I paid her zero attention because I think education is overrated. I plan on getting through life just flashing my adorable smile. Whenever I smile at Mommy, Nonnie or Mimi, they melt and give me whatever I want. I see no reason as to why this won't work with the rest of the world.

Took a nap.

Woke up and destroyed Mommy's People magazine that she had just gotten in the mail. Thank goodness she had read it during my nap or I would have had to listen to her rant and rave about it. She did however get a little upset because I tore up a picture of some guy she kept calling JFK Jr.

Helped Daddy mow the grass and pointed out any spots that he missed so he wouldn't have to listen to Mommy rant and rave.

I ate some dirt, leaves, acorns, etc. to wash down the peices of Mommy's People magazine that I ate earlier.

Ate dinner and had a bath.

Went in Mommy's closet while she was cleaning up the kitchen and pulled out every pair of shoes she owns. Brought a couple of shoes into the kitchen and hid them in the cabinets next to the corningware. Mommy will find these after I go to bed and she is unloading the dishwasher.

I forced my parents to endure a solid hour of Blue's Clues. I know how much my Daddy loves it. He is a huge fan of Joe's. ;)

Finally I went to sleep.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Thinking Outside Er, Inside the Box

Lately Walker has become obsessed with getting in boxes. Strange I know. He also doesn't like Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pies. CRAZY! Don't worry I'm calling his doctor to address both of these issues ;)So tonight I managed to sneak a couple of pics of him in the oh so very strange places. The green thing is a mesh clothes hamper shaped like a frog that has now been converted into a toy box for the time being. He empties all the toys out of it and crawls into it and just lays there and thinks or whatever it is that one year olds do while cramped into a very small place. It is kind of funny when he tries to get out! I will be purchasing him a tent to sit and think in very soon because the mesh hamper/toy box is not kid friendly at all.


I have to brag about my little boy for a paragraph or two. Tonight after he finished his dinner he was sitting in his high chair and I started singing the ABC's. I sing it to him everyday. So tonight I'm singing and I sing, "A,B,C,D,E,F" and Walker out of no where says, "G"! Then I sing, "H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O" and Walker says, "P!" and then I sing, "Q,R,S,T,U,V,W,X,Y" and Walker says,"Z". I couldn't believe it. I very impressed. Everyday he says a new word. He still walks around jabbering like he's been working in one of those Korean nail salons for the last 14 months but he is starting say real words and this means we have to start watching what we say and do. Walker loves the map on the cartoon Dora the Explore or Dora the Mexican as Marcus calls it. If Marcus went to Wal Mart every once in awhile he would no better than to teach our son racial discrimination at such a young age. How am I supposed to explain to Juan why my child is calling his daughter Dora the Mexican. Tonight when I was getting him out of the tub he popped me on my arm and said,"No, No!". He only heard me say "No, No!" about 1,982,983,920 times today. Even with the nagatives of him repeating some of the things we say his new vocabulary is making life so much easier. It's so nice for him to be able to tell me when he wants a cack-ka(cracker) or nummy-nummy(real food).
I took this picture of Walker and my brother this weekend. I love it!!! They were looking at each other so sweet. Of course this was before Walker gave my brother and my mom the stomach virus. Not sure that my brother would be looking at him this sweet right now. HA!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

A Long Post With No Pictures

which means you probably won't even read it. I didn't post for awhile because there was nothing to post about then a lot of stuff happened and I didn't have time to post. So here it what's been going on. Since my last post Alana, Loni and Lucas came to visit for 3 1/2 weeks. We had so much fun while they were here! Walker had a blast with his cousins. Alana and I only had to break up a couple of fist fights between the boys. HE! HE! I am positive that Walker and Lucas will have so much fun when they get a little bit older but right now they have to constantly be refereed which makes visiting with my favorite sister in law hard. Loni is such a great big sister and helped with Walker constantly. I seriously thought about taking Alana and Wade to court to see if I could get joint custody so I could have her here at the house to help all the time. :) Then I realized that it would cost a lot of money in attorney fees and I didn't stand a snow ball's chance in you know where of having a judge rule in my favor. I don't think wanting a live in babysitter is reason enough for the justice system to grant me custody. HA! They are both precious kids and I couldn't ask for a more precious niece or nephew. We did get a chance to take the kids to the Museum of Natural Science and the zoo. The museum was SO.MUCH.FUN. It was the first time I had ever been. I just assumed because it was a museum that it would be boooooorrrriiinnggg but it was the complete opposite. Totally kid friendly which is all that matters to me these days. We were so sad to see them leave but I know they were ready to return to Colorado.

Last Thursday while visiting with Mimi and Papaw Walker got his first BIG boo-boo. He had gone to "help" Marc, David and Papaw move a deer stand into Mimi and Papaw's garage while Mimi and I stayed at Uncle David's. I went to check on dinner and found Marcus looking like Bambie in head lights and Walker screaming bloody murder. I asked what had happened and after a lot of stuttering from the three men, Marcus finally fessed up that he thought Walker might have burned his hand. Ok, so first of all, we all know he didn't "think" Walker had done anything because men don't think. Secondly, he either burned it or he didn't. There was nothing funny about the accident at the time but after praying to God and asking him to help me not strangle my husband for not watching our son like a hawk I can look back and find a couple of funny moments. Like the look on all three of their faces when I rounded the corner. They knew that the that my reaction was not going to be pleasant and that anyone within a 30 foot radius would probably be be taken by ambulance to the ER once I finished cause nobody "lets" my baby get hurt ;) and in the ER when Marcus looks at me after an hour silence and says, "Your never going to let me live this down are you?". He knows me too well because after all, this would have NEVER happened had I been there. ;) God is good like that.
Even though it was an accident and could have happened with me there, I was still furious with Marcus. I didn't say anything to him until I had a chance to pray to God and ask him to help me not be angry with Marcus for fear that I would say something that I would regret. When I finally did start talking to him I couldn't be mad. I tried to be mad, the good Lord knows I tried but I just couldn't do it. Mainly because at some point, while in my care, Walker will fall and need stitches and then well I don't want Marc to hold it over my head cause ya know it's a gonna happen and because my poor husband felt terrible about it. As for Walker's hand he received 2nd and 3rd degree burns but is healing quickly. He has to keep his left hand bandaged 24-7 and has only tried to remove the bandages once or twice. He has been such a trooper. He also came down with the stomach virus Sunday night. He has since passed the virus on to my mother. She wants to blame it on shrimp that she ate because she doesn't believe that her sweet little angel grandson could give her the stomach virus but I'm afraid he did.
Speaking of my mother. We gave her the name Nana when Walker was born. We all knew he would probably come up with something else but we wanted to call her something until he did. Well, this weekend he came up with something. She is now Nonnie or at least that is what Walker is calling her for the time being.
So there you have it the last few weeks. I would post a couple of pics but I am in the middle of cleaning out Walker's play room and haven't even showered today. So since I smell and Walker is half way through his nap I am going to opt to bathe instead of adding a few pics of my precious baby.