Saturday, December 31, 2011

Him vs. Me


It really is amazing how things change over the years.  Nine years ago I was with all my Tri Delta friends our sophomore year of college headed to Memphis, TN to enjoy a night on Beale Street for New Year’s Eve.  Yes, I was under the age of 21, but we all made our way into a bar and that is where I met “him”.  Yes, Trey Lamar.  He was there too in his rain jacket under the huge tent at Silky’s.
 As I think back to that night I would lie down on the floor and pitch a two year old fit if someone told me I had to go to Beale Street right now.  I am so glad I was there that night and I was introduced to my husband.  The funny thing is, I knew I would marry him right away.  I went home after that lovely trip and told one of my best friends that I had met the man I was going to marry and she didn’t believe me.  She didn’t believe me for many reasons.  I had only had two boyfriends in all the years she had known me, I was beyond picky, and she knew that after a week or two I would drop him like a fly.  I even remember telling my mom about how wonderful I thought he was and she responded with, “I hope he doesn’t call too much.”  She knew the drill.  If they acted too interested I was done.  I told her, “Mom, I don’t think this one can call too much.”  I actually called him first and he didn’t answer.  I remember being so mad at myself for calling him after that.  He called back later and said he had been hunting. 
Well, 9 years later here we are.  I am living in Mayberry with Trey Lamar, aka the Gentleman from Tate County (as he will be known in Jackson), with one beautiful baby boy and Toto on the way.  Life is Grand.  Trey and I are very different people… Here are some examples…
I am extremely literal.  If I say we are going to eat at 5:58 I promise I will be at the table at that time.  Trey will come home at 6:15 and wonder why we have already eaten.  If I am driving down the road and he calls and asks where I am I could say at the Shell across from People’s Bank.  If I asked him the same question he might be at Wal-Mart but tell me he is about to pull in the driveway.
Trey is beyond organized.  It’s almost OCD.  His closet is color coordinated.  His shirts are all hung the same way and finger spaced.  My closet looks like a robber came through and threw clothes every direction possible.  Trey has all of his shoes neatly placed or on shoe racks and mine are chunked on the floor in a wad.
I always order the same thing at a restaurant.  If I find something good I like to stick with it.  I usually never need a menu.  Trey takes his time carefully examining the choices.  He also likes to hear the specials and will ask the waiter what he or she would recommend.  I don’t trust what someone would say because I am too picky. 
He likes to set his alarm to go off multiple times before he gets out of bed.  He says it helps him to wake up.  The alarm clock going off to me is a sign of pure annoyance and I jump up immediately. 
I am very scheduled orientated and love to know plans and details.  I can relax a lot more if I know what to expect.  It has become MUCH worse since having a child.  I must schedule things around a nap and meal times.  Trey is a fly by the seat of your pants kind of person.  He has no regard to a schedule.  When he is ready to do something he goes with it.  I wish I could be more relaxed, but God made me Type A.
Trey likes to read.   I don’t.  (I hope no one from school finds this out since I am the Accelerated Reader (A.R.) chairman!!!)
I like the norm.  Change is not good for me.  I can get stuck in a rut from doing the same thing over and over again.  Trey isn’t scared of a challenge… hence going to Jackson for 4 months.  There is NO WAY possible I could swing something like that.  I like my comfort zone. 
Trey likes country music.  Listening to music about people’s mommas, drinking cold beer on the front porch, and fishing makes my skin crawl. 
I hate to read directions or instructions.  Better yet, I refuse to.  If something that requires assembly or deep concentration needs to be done around here and I am in charge it isn’t going to happen.  Trey will sit and meticulously figure it out.  I would hire someone to help me!
I like to go to bed early.  Trey likes to stay up late.  I often find him asleep on the couch with the TV on when I get up for my multiple bathroom trips at night. 
I love playing practical jokes, acting silly, singing and dancing around, making weird faces etc.  Trey is much too sophisticated for such and asks me why I act the way I do.  He also requests that I act normal.  He is often the target of my weirdness! 
Trey likes to recycle.  I am not referring to recycling paper, plastic, or glass.  I mean his clothes.  He will wear a shirt or pants and has no problem hanging it back up to wear again at a later date.  Not I.  Even if I wear something for an hour or two it’s going to be washed. 
I don’t plan for the future.  Trey plans for the future.  His wheels are constantly spinning and he has new ideas for me all the time.  My mind doesn’t think that way.  He also likes to tell me how our house should be decorated differently.  He hates the pictures in our dining room and requests that I buy some new ones.  I would rather hire a personal shopper. 
Trey thinks all meals need something green on the plate.  I think all meals need some good starches! 
Trey likes the cold weather.  I prefer summer.  He likes vanilla.  I like chocolate.  He likes suspense and hard to figure out movies.  I like romance and comedy. 
As you can see, we are very different people.  I could also spend a long time telling you the many ways we are alike.  I guess opposites really do attract.  I am glad Trey was attracted to me some 9 years ago and has continued to put up with me all this time.  I am anxious to see what the future holds for us and our family.   Thanks for a great 3,285 days!  I love you!!!!!


Thursday, December 29, 2011

The museum and year-end stats

In all seriousness, and I am not just saying this, but my house looks like robbers came in and ransacked the place.  It’s a mess.  It’s such a wreck from Christmas that I don’t even know where to start.  Instead of cleaning this disaster zone like a good wife would do I am sitting here blogging about Lamar family nonsense. 
Ford has been asking for a while to go back to the Children’s Museum.  I discussed the matter with my sister in-law, Ashley, and we set a date.  The day was today.  It was a fun time.  See below….   
We sat in the car and waited on the cousins to arrive for a while.  When Ford was finally released he had to run some laps.     


 
Beanbag toss
 
Riding in the black Cadillac Escalade.  This is what I want Trey to buy me but in an adult size, please. 








 
The grocery store was tons of fun.  However Ford doesn’t always follow the rules.  You are only supposed to put 3 items in your buggy at a time.    

 
When we asked him to take a picture he decided to get rough and tough like any good boy would do and ram his buggy into Caroline’s. 






 
We ended our trip with lunch at Chick-fil-a then home for a nap.    


It’s hard to believe that 2011 is coming to an end.  Here are some year-end stats on the little man.
He weighs 29 pounds, wears a size 6.5 to 7 shoe, and anywhere from 18 months to 2T clothes.
He wears a size 4 diaper during the day and size 5 at night.  He still isn’t interested in potty training.
He loves meat but won’t have anything to do with fruit.  We have to feed him apple sauces to get credit for that part of the food guide pyramid.  Some of his favorite things to eat are: chicken tenders, French fries, mac-n-cheese, greenbeans, nuts, goldfish, pretzels, cheese, chips, hamburgers, etc.
He hates loud noises.  I can make him behave a lot of times by saying I will call the firemen to come with loud noises if he doesn’t act right (mother of the year, I know).
He is OBSESSED with tractors and all farm equipment.  He also loves, trains, 4-wheelers, trucks, flashlights, painting, coloring, watching Bob the Builder, and looking at tractors on you tube.
He still has a pacifier which he calls a paci.  I baby him probably more than I should, but I tell Trey all the time you only get to be a child for a short time and you get to be an adult for a long time.  I hold him a lot which is probably why my back has felt so fabulous lately.
He loves to get Trey’s stool out of his closet and carry it around the house and crawl on stuff, turn the lights on etc.
He prefers to wear his rain boots with most of his attire.  I usually have to tell him stuff doesn’t match to make him wear something else.
He calls cowboy boots “tennaboots”…  a nice mixture between tennis shoes and boots.
He knows how to spell his name, F-O-R-D.  He also knows his “other name” Jefferson Hannaford Lamar.
He knows when his birthday is, what he address is, what town he lives in, what everyone’s first name is (mine, Trey’s Puddin, Pops, Gran, BoomPa etc).
He knows all of his colors.  He can count to 20 if he concentrates.  He can say most of the alphabet. 
He knows I am a teacher and daddy is a lawyer.
Ford is still convinced that I am having a girl and the baby will be called Toto.
He loves to cuddle and kiss.  It melts my heart when he randomly tells me “I love ew momma”. 
When he watches a movie on the couch he requests that I come and “cuddle bug” with him.
He has an amazing memory and will bring up things that happened months ago to discuss.
He can remember people’s names so well.  I think he might be a politician if the tractor obsession wears off.
He says his girlfriend’s name is Allyx.  She is a cute little girl at his baby sitter’s house.
I still wash all of his stuff in Dreft because it reminds me of him being a baby.  Plus he has sensitive skin so I don’t want to chance anything. 
Ford is a cautious child when you present him with something new.  He likes to watch others do something before he dives into it. 
He is my baby and promises he will always be even when he is a big boy like daddy.  I call him “Wooga”. 

Monday, December 26, 2011

Jesus' Birthday

We really had a wonderful Christmas.  I will go as far as to say this was my favorite one yet.  I tried my best not to plan too much (that is extremely hard considering my personality) and enjoy the special time with my family.  It was great.
On Christmas Eve we went to my parents’ house for breakfast and presents.  The kids were having a hard time eating their food while all the presents stared them in the face.  We got a few bites down them before they ripped into all their goods. 




 
We stopped for a while to check the computer to locate Santa.  At that point he was in Nepal.
 
Santa Clause found Mayberry and left Ford all kinds of goodies.  Ford was not interested in the practical gifts like the sleeping bag, stool, or book bag.  Who would be when tractors are involved!!!!!???!!!!


 
We must work on how one is to lie in a sleeping bag.  It’s definitely not head first. 
 
We had the whole crew at our house before 7:00 A.M.  Gran and BoomPa spent the night and Puddin, Pops, and Uncle Vance headed over about 6:45.  Ford was up before that time and it was killing him not to get down and play.  We had to quarantine him in the kitchen until they arrived.    

 
I got some new boots!  They look fantastic with my pajamas!      
Trey also got boots and Ford found some boots wrapped under the tree.  We are all set now!      
 
Santa brought Ford some Eric Carle books with cds.  I was so excited that we could read the book along with the cd.  He wasn’t interested… again, tractors are much cooler than books.        

 
After church we headed to Puddin and Pop’s house for some more festivities.  Ford got a tent at their house.  It was a big hit and everyone had to get inside!          


 
And last, but not least, we had Christmas at Bobba’s house, Trey’s grandmother. 
 
I “thought” I sent out the memo to the family that I didn’t want them to give Ford any toys.  Apparently no one listens to me because they all brought him presents.  He thoroughly enjoyed himself since he was the center of attention.    


 
Ford had a wonderful Christmas.  It was so special because he understood that yesterday was a big day and told me several times it was Jesus’ birthday.  He is ready for Santa to come back, but our house can’t hold anymore toys.  For his birthday the invite will say “NO gifts please.”  My house is borderline ridiculous.
Oh and I have joined 2011 and gotten an IPhone.  If you would like to see top quality videos of Ford and me singing “Bob the Builder” just let me know and I will send it your way.  I must prepare you that we are full of talent and you will be amazed.
I hope your family had a wonderful Christmas holiday. 

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