Thursday, November 27, 2014

It's Fall, Y'all.

Like any good Southern Mama, the minute the first leaf fell, I adorned Sawyer in his appliqued JonJon and whisked our whole family off to the Pumpkin Patch.  It did not disappoint. 

We first arrived to find Ladybug giving the slides a try.  Soon, both babies were scooped up by Gigi.  There are just too many good things going on in the picture below.  Please make it bigger.  You're welcome. 
Gigi with both of her grand-babies. 
 Gigi did not waste any time taking Sawyer for his first cow-ride.  It was a little bumpy, and Mama was a little worried, but they both made it unscathed. 

On the way to our next adventure we happened across some picture props.  Who can resist? 
Farmer Sawyer and Daddy the Cow.

Have you ever wondered what a bath of corn would be feel like? Wonder no more.  Ladybug, Sawyer, Daddy, and Uncle Brent seemed to enjoy themselves.  

You can't tell, but Sawyer is trying to eat a baby bunny in this picture.  Petting Zoo Fail. 
Just one bite.

Sawyer loves P-paw. And train rides. 

Finally, we finished with some picturesque scenery of pumpkins, hay bales, and the bathrooms. 

Seriously. I can't.

We'll be back next year. I think I can squeeze out one more year of JonJons. 

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Nine Months

Dear Sawyer,

Nine months started out rough for you.  After weeks of a never-ending ear infection, your seventh to be exact, we were finally able to get tubes for your ears.  I may be biased, but I think you were probably the cutest patient they've ever had. 

Let's be honest for a second.  You've turned in to quite the stinker.  I mean that in the most loving way possible, and I'm trying not to grin as a I type it.  The same way I try not to grin each time I tell you "no, no" and you smile back at me. You love cords, the tree in the living room, the dog cage, the picture frames, and you've recently discovered the top of the coffee table.  Our living room as become more of play room these days, and all my cherished Home Goods find have been relinquished to the closet, or a space out of your reach.  I wouldn't have it any other way.  

It seems fitting that your first Halloween was spent in a Wild Things costume.  You are King of the Wild Things in my book.  Precious. Precocious. Stinker. We didn't make it to many houses this year, but I loved showing you off just the same.  I'm sure next year we'll be running from house to house while you try to get all the candies. 

You've discovered new words: "baba" (bottle),  "no no" (imagine that!),  and "bye" (with the cutest wave).  We're working on "Ho, Ho, Ho" for Santa and "Maci".  We're also learning to sign "More, please".  So far, you only sign "want".  Hmmmm.... 

But, at the end of the day, after your bath and a repeated reading of Goodnight, Moon, we say our prayers and I rock you to sleep.  In that moment, I pray for you to always remain curious, healthy, and obedient to the Lord.  I pray that you will have a servant's heart. Above all, I pray that you will listen to the Lord's calling for your life.  You are meant to do great things.  

In all the day-dreams, in all the night-dreams, in all the dreams possible, I could never have dreamed up you. I love more than words. 


"You shall teach them to your sons, talking of them when you sit in your house and when you walk along the road and when you lie down and when you rise up."
-Deuteronomy 11:19