Both Screaming Bloody Murder

During my difficult days (hormonal times) I chatted on the phone with a friend from Jackson.  I think she could sense how I was feeling (overwhelmed, exhausted, panicky) about all this newness and planned a trip to Mayberry.  Pam Wilson and I taught together for two years in Jackson.  Despite our 26 year age difference she is an amazing friend and we have a great time together.  She got here on Sunday and quickly went into babysitter/homemaker mode.  She was soooooo good with Ford.  She got right down on his level and played whatever he wanted her to play.  She stayed up at night and rocked John Brantley so I could sleep when I wasn’t feeding him.  She folded my laundry, washed my dishes, put sheets on my bed etc.  Needless to say, I was SAD to see her go!

Ford always needs to be entertained.  I am constantly racking my brain for ideas.  One day we made a pinecone bird feeder. 

Wilson, as I call her, and Ford played super heroes. 

 

She brought him a canvas to paint on.  At first he told me he was painting a Christmas tree and then he said it was the railroad tracks. 

 

Speaking of railroad tracks, I suggested that Wilson and Ford try to get the train to flatten some pennies again.  Last time we didn’t have great luck with the experiment.  This time they taped them down and they did really well.  Ford was pleased with them and has shown them off proudly. 

 

July 4^th at Puddin and Pops’ house 

 

Trey was a little bitter that we weren’t at the lake yesterday.  I didn’t think 3 weeks out from having a baby and the lake mixed too well.  He had to settle for watching TV and Puddin and Pops’ pool.    

 

Puddin and John Brantley     

 

My 3 week old baby.  He makes the funniest faces.  He often times reminds me of a baby bird.       

 

Tummy time…. Not his favorite.  He prefers to cuddle.         

 

The funny faces of John Brantley….          

Last night Trey took Ford to the country club to watch the fireworks.  I stayed home with John Brantley because he was screaming bloody murder.   We will discuss why in the next paragraph.  I sent Trey a text and told him to take a picture for me.  He responded back with… “A little bit of drama.  Not too much blood.  Explain later.”  Yep, every Momma wants to hear that.  I thought “great!”  It ends up that the sparkler Ford was holding burned his foot and he also decided to cry and scream bloody murder.  Moral of the story… three year olds DON’T need to hold their own sparklers. 

So John Brantley was also yelling to the high heavens. I ate steak for supper. I kind of knew maybe I ought to steer clear of red meat, but I did it anyway. About 5 minutes after he finished feeding the screaming began and lasted over 2 hours. I felt HORRIBLE!!!!!! The poor little guy had terrible stomach pains and it was all my fault. NO MORE red meat for me for a LONG time.