splishin' and a splashin'

on friday morning, emma claire asked william to go to the splash park with her. he's not one to turn down that kind of offer...especially from a cute girl. so, off we went to check out the splash park.

i didn't get many good pictures because i was too busy chasing wes around. it took william just a second to warm up, but then he decided it was great fun.


this was about as much of the splash park as wes wanted.


he'd rather chase the ducks around than play in the water!


william's favorite was getting behind the barrel of this water gun.

as we got in the car, i asked william if he had fun. he said, "yeah. i shooted people with that gun. i shooted that little baby, and he cried." i told him that the baby's name was john david, and it wasn't very nice to make people cry. he then told me to turn around and go back, and "i will tell john david that i'm sorry i shooted him." (so, leigh ann, there's an apology for john david being shooted.)

of course, as we got a little further down the road i heard him mumble, "but, he shoulda just got out of the way and he wouldn't get shooted."

*sigh*

and then some tears were shed...

ok, so if you recall i took wes to get a haircut a few months ago. and then i chickened out once we got there. i have had a really hard time even thinking about letting go of those blonde curls. lately, however, i have gotten several comments that made me bite the bullet and make an appointment.

"how old is she?" (what...are you freakin' blind? girls don't wear dump trucks!)

"she's so cute!" (and you are an idiot. see all that blue he has on!)

"well, if he wasn't built like a linebacker i'd say that's the prettiest girl i've ever seen." (ok, that one was meant as a joke, but still...)

it really wasn't the comments that got to me, because anybody that knows me knows that i've never really cared what other people think. it had more to do with the fact that he sweats like a pig, and when we go outside his hair is wet and stuck to his face and down his neck within minutes.


so, this morning at 9am, wes was sitting in the fire truck getting his big boy haircut.


and, his mama is sitting here in need of some sort of antidepressant. because tomorrow we are going to get his driver's license. and then, we're moving him into the dorm.

i know time can't stop, but it could at least slow down a little!

say ahhhhhhh!

this is one of my favorite things to do. forget books before bedtime...just give me a toothbrush and some toothpaste, then watch me go to town!

a good day for william (and the bulldogs)

this weekend, we left wes in inverness and drove to starkville to cheer on the bulldogs. obviously, we didn't do a good enough job last weekend, so we were there in full force yesterday. william has been so excited about football season, and his jersey has been washed to death in the last few weeks. so, as he stepped foot on campus for the first home game of the season, he was thrilled!

i mean, how could a three year old not love it? before we even went in the stadium, he hit up every tailgate tent on campus for snacks. seriously, for supper he ate a half of a chicken strip, 5 grapes, 14 cookies, 3 brownies, and m&ms. he got to ride the escalators in the depot numerous times. got to walk through the blow-up helmet. got to watch the band walk through the junction (the kid's got some rhythm). got to go up to the MClub and watch the players dance (aka stretch). he was in heaven.

when we finally got in the stadium, he was completely into the maroon/white cheer before the game!


the past two years, it's been a little difficult at the games because he gets ansty after about the first quarter. not any more. he took it all in and actually paid attention to what was going on...the football players falling down, anthony dixon, the drummers in the band, dancing to the music between plays, anthony dixon, the referees (love those guys), the huge box of popcorn that he ate in the second quarter, bully, and did i mention that he likes anthony dixon?

at one point he stood up on his seat and yelled, "come on! take it to that secondary! they ain't got one!!" after a brief moment of confusion, i realized that he was enjoying yelling everything that the guy in front of us was yelling. luckily, he was a pretty mild-mannered fan! and all that yelling must have done some good because the bulldogs finally put a 1 in the W column.

i think it's safe to say that william enjoyed his time in starkville yesterday. it was quite obvious that he thought he was still at the game this morning during church. what, with all the cutting a rug to holy, holy, holy and the belch he let out during kurt's prayer! he was even demonstrating the different football stances to people at lunch. poor kid...i hope that spirit doesn't get crushed by the guys in maroon next weekend when the SEC schedule begins.

on second thought, as long as there are cookies at the tailgates and popcorn in the stadium, he'll be up for a trip to starkville any day!

mamoo and taylor

at the end of this past week, the little people and i headed to the delta for a few days. i get their pictures done in greenwood, and it was time for wes to get a few made. while we were there, my grandparents came over to hang out. i tried to get some pictures myself, but this was as good as i did...


wes apparently already had his fill of picture taking because he was having none of that...

oh well. maybe next time.

while i'm on the subject of my grandparents, i had to share a memory. i used to go stay with them every summer for a whole week. now my kids do this with their grandparents (and, oh, what a sweet, glorious, quiet week that is)! anyway, when i stayed with them, we would head up to baskin robbins every single night after supper. every night. without fail. so, so awesome. and every night i got the same thing...chocolate. and every night taylor got the same thing...vanilla. because, you know, we like to branch out and do different things. mamoo, obviously the crazy one in the bunch, ordered pralines and cream every night. i'm not sure that i've ever even eaten a praline, but i know that do not want it anywhere near my ice cream. that mamoo, she is a wild one! she also called me pissant for the first half of my life. it's a wonder i'm not in therapy every week! :)

i only hope my kids make fun memories while they spend time with their grandparents in the coming years. and, i'll be dang sure to make some of my own in the peaceful, stillness of my house while they are gone. or...maybe i'll just take a nap.

back to school...finally

william has asked me non-stop since the beginning of summer to take him back to school. so, he was so excited on tuesday morning when i told him to go brush his teeth so he could go. well actually, his words were, "ok! when you pack my lunch...put it in my lunch box. put a peanut butter and jelly in there. and some carrots. and some stuff to dip them in. and a capri sun." he was not happy with me when i told him that it was not a lunch day at school today. but, he got over that and was happy to pose for a first day of school pic (with a 1 because it was the first day).

we do the carpool line, and i'm nothing more than vapor once we get in the line in that parking lot. his teacher opened the door to get him out, and he couldn't get out fast enough. he didn't even tell me bye. all these other moms are crying while dropping their clingy kids off, and i didn't even get a wave! i can just feel the love! it's ok, though, because i'll get some love when it's lunch day at school and he wants a pb&j. and some carrots. and a capri sun. yes sir...i might even get a wave for that!

thank you, hurricane gustav!

while we don't yet know the damage caused on the gulf coast by hurricane gustav, i do know that yesterday it gave those of us in the northern part of the state an 80 degree, overcast afternoon with the perfect amount of wind to make two little people very happy!