shut the duck up

WAR - we're national champions- EAGLE! 


I am so glad the game is over.  It was exciting, nerve-wracking, and emotionally draining.  I stayed up WAY past my usual bedtime and at times I couldn't even watch the game.  Too intense.  Honestly, as soon as Wes kicked the winning field goal I burst into tears of relief.  

Reese crashed in my lap about 8:30 so we didn't make the trek to Toomer's Corner last night.  We did, however, brave the cold and ice to go this morning.  I just couldn't let this once in a lifetime experience pass by!

Incredible is the only word I can think of to describe it.  There were still tons of people milling around, mounds of toilet paper, and news crews everywhere.

This guy was a little in awe of the toilet paper.  He kept saying "Toy-et paper everywhere Mama.  They clean up mess!"

Glad we have the day off to nap and savor our victory.  Tomorrow it's back to the real world...

{And a side note:  I realize shut the duck up may not be a very lady-like phrase, but it's so stinking clever and funny I just couldn't help myself!}

ice ice baby

Prepared.  That's how I like to roll.  I don't deal well in uncertainty and roughing it is also not a phrase in my vocabulary.  

Lofton met my sweet Daddy in Evergreen at seven this morning to get the generator.  The generator was bought for hurricanes, and I don't think my parents ever anticipated anyone needing it for ice.  Crazy Alabama weather.

We also have plenty of supplies:  peanut butter, bread, crackers, juice boxes, water, goldfish and fruit snacks.  Basic Beasley essentials.  Oh and batteries and flashlights.

Our most important priority?  Watching the game.  We have plans A, B & C to ensure that happens.  Ice be damned, I'm watching my tigers play.  

so ready

Some thoughts heading into the weekend:

•  I'm a little bit hoping for bad weather so school is cancelled.
• BUT, I'm a little bit worried that bad weather might bring down the power lines WHICH might prevent me from watching the biggest football game ever.  
•  If the above event happens, we will be heading south to watch the game.  Mama, get my seat ready.

War EAGLE, friends!

just peachy

Remember yesterday when I told you the transition to the new bed was going swimmingly?  

I'd like to retract that declaration.

Lofton and I agree if it was possible to get a negative amount of sleep, we did.  I think Reese stayed awake until four in the morning.  At first Lofton and I took turns, then I just threw in the towel.  What can I say?  I cry when I'm tired.

Lofton says that he and little man finally resorted to watching a little SportsCenter around three.  And then at 4:30 or so Lofton brought Reese to me in bed. And what do you know-- that stinker fell right to sleep!  Too bad for him, though, wake-up call was at six.

It wasn't pretty.  It was so bad, in fact, that I resorted to throwing him in the car sans pants and shoes, with hair a mess, and stinky breath.  Sometimes it's about self preservation, you know?

Tracy laughed when we walked in the door and then handed Reese his snack.  Have I mentioned how much I love her?  When I picked Reese up today Reva said he had napped hard.  Very hard.  

And tonight we try the bed again.... suggestions are encouraged.

stinker

Shoot.  I have to go back to work tomorrow.  I have so enjoyed my time at home.  I am constantly amazed by Reese and the things he is learning.  

We spent today being very low key.  A quick trip to Target for some mucinex and markers {plus coffee for me and a juice box for Reese, he insisted}, then we played at home the rest of the day.

We colored pictures, sang songs, stacked blocks, and drove cars.  It was glorious.  This afternoon {after his nap in the big boy bed-- yep, still going strong!} we went on a long walk.

I know tomorrow morning will come with it's fair share of tears, but give us a few days and we'll be back in our routine.


Oh, and the almost daily updates you've gotten used to?  Back to life, back to reality friends.  Sorry!

big boy bed, night one

One thing I know about myself is that I'm a planner.  I like to make plans, talk about them, and then talk about them some more.  

Moving Reese into his big boy beds has been one of my big plans.  Why?  Although he has never made any attempt o escape his crib, taking away his bah {pacifier} has really thrown a kink into our sleep patterns.  Since he isn't going to bed well AT ALL we decided to bite the bullet and make the move.

Or so I planned.  I've been talking about the plan, preparing for the plan, and even putting the bed rails into my amazon shopping cart for the plan.  But that's about as far as I got.  To me, the crib is like the one last thing tying us to babyhood.  And I kind of like babyhood.

But then, we mentioned to Wes & Wendy that we'd soon be moving Reese out of his crib.  They let us borrow the crib, but it really belongs to a friend of theirs.  Does that make sense?  Anyway, Wes told that person that we were soon to be taking down the crib and she wants it back.  Like yesterday!  Shoot.

Turning on the pressure cooker under my plan----

Lofton bit the bullet first and put Reese down for his nap on his big boy bed yesterday.  It was a success.  He didn't nap as long as he usually does but I've read that's normal.  Last night I put my big girl undies on and we laid down in the big boy bed at bedtime.  

It took awhile for him to settle down... a long while.  And there may or may not have been some stern warnings about lying still and not singing the Auburn football song.  Finally though, FINALLY, he went to sleep.  And he slept there ALL NIGHT LONG.  
I made Lofton plug-in the baby monitor just in case but everything went fine.  I've ordered the bed rails and I think I'll sleep MUCH better once they are here.

So it looks like we are on our way to big boy-hood.  Ready or not.

my best friend's camera

My surprise birthday companion brought her lovely camera to Atlanta on Wednesday.  She took pictures during our lunch, and I must say, they are a perfect candid glimpse of us.

He is maximum entertainment.