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Annnnnnnnndddd this would make TWO blog posts in one night.  I just can’t seem to blog during the day.  It’s a time consuming task, and it’s just better if I wait until the boys are in bed.  Speaking of, we started that process at 6:43 PM tonight!!!

This week Ford’s class is studying the letter “F”.  I have an “F” cookie cutter from his first birthday party, so I volunteered to make cookies for him to take to school.  On Sunday after I got Bitty down for his nap we got started.  We didn't even consider doing the slice-n-bake deal… we made a mess and got down to business.

 After a few times using the rolling pin he was done.  Mickey Mouse Clubhouse won out and I was left to finish the job!!!

 We made lots of cookies and even got out other cookie cutters as well.  Throw a little icing and some sprinkles on top and you’re SET!!!

 It’s so easy to bathe both boys at once.  It saves on time and water, and they love splashing around together. 

 As I have said before, the Dollar Tree is one of my favorites.  I could drop $100.00 without batting an eye in that place.  They have GREAT junk.  I found some little trains in there and bought one for Ford to paint.  We had to go back and buy another one later.  I must keep the child busy with creative projects! 

 Yes, my child is drinking out of a pink princess cup.  Someone left it at Ford’s birthday party and I don’t discriminate against the princesses!!!    

 He has everything “just so” and blocked it off in hopes that John Brantley wouldn't mess with his stuff.  DREAM ON!!!!!    

 We got a BIG rain on Tuesday morning.  Ford is a planner.  He thinks ahead.  (Just like his momma).  Early that morning he had decided that when it stopped raining that he could go mud riding on his 4-wheeler.  After putting him off for a while I finally caved and we headed across the street to get dirty.  He had an absolute blast!!!!    

 Another marvelous Dollar Tree find was a dinosaur hat.  Daddy came home from work and put it on to attack the boys.  This was a rare occurrence that Trey acted goofy so I had to grab my camera.  I do odd stuff almost hourly so something like this would have been totally normal for me, but not Fancy!

 We are still struggling with the biting issue.  It’s not just people, he bites Delta too.

 Ford got this lawnmower aka “bubbles” when he was 1.  He still loves it and calls it his bubbles.   

 WARNING:  Full diaper   

 A typical John Brantley face   

 There’s that finger.  He is always pointing and trying to convey some sort of message with that finger.     

 More bubbles

 I really can’t stand meal times.  I know one day I will look back and miss them, but they are a struggle.  Neither one of my kids eat very well, and John Brantley makes a HUGE mess.  He has become very independent and this is what happens….       

 Ford wants to have “Family Fun Day” (playing in the bed) all the blasted time.  It really gets old and then I try to remind myself of the precious time and just go with it.  Ford wants to throw John Brantley around and John Brantley wants to bite Ford.  It usually ends with both of them crying and me needing some Suzanne Time!       

And that’s what’s been going on at the Lamar residence lately…. (see zoo blog below).          

My Kind of Saturday

I love spending quality family time with Trey and the boys.  This past Saturday was perfect.  There was no Ole Miss Football game, Ford’s soccer game was rained out, and we didn't have a birthday party.  When John Brantley started squeaking during the 6:00 hour I told Trey that it was his turn.  He kind of gave me some lip, but when I reminded him that he had lots of days off when we went to Jackson he finally took on responsibility. 

I don’t think I really slept more than about 20 minutes, but it was soooooooo nice to lie in bed.  Ford eventually came in to make me get up.  When he opened the door I smelled breakfast.  Not only did Fancy let me be lazy, but he cooked.

After breakfast I suggested that we accompany Ken, Ashley, Molly Cate, Caroline, and Jack (my brother and his crew) to the zoo.  Trey wasn't gung-ho on the idea, but he was a good sport.  

 Aunt Ashley was giving Bitty some pig-tails.

 Ken and Molly Cate

 They were messing with Buddha man’s belly button.

 Ford

 Molly Cate

 Jack

 Caroline

 John Brantley

 The cousins

At this point in the game all Trey wanted was some lunch.  His big breakfast had worn off!!!!  

 My double stroller is the BOMB!  I couldn't do without it at a place like the zoo.

 Bitty and Aunt Ashley

After my zoo trip, I ended my day with a trip to get a pedicure, a margarita and a movie on the couch.  That’s my kind of Saturday!!!!!!  

"E" is for epidermis

There are some people in life that I would deem to be a professional of some particular skill, sport, or knowledge of some sort.  I've never thought of myself as a professional until recently.  I am definitely a professional kid’s birthday party attendee and as of late I have become a professional at taking my child to the doctor.

Last Thursday I took Bitty to get his 15 month checkup and shots.  On Friday he was running fever so I called the nurse and she said it was just the shots.  Meanwhile on Friday I started feeling blah.  I had been feeling sort of bad for a few weeks.  Well, low and behold I have a kidney infection.  Friday night was MISERABLE!!!  I painted my toe nails, cleaned out the frig, did laundry, loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, all the while feeling the urge to go to the bathroom until 3:00 AM.  Saturday morning John Brantley woke up with 101.4 fever.  I had basically been up all night dealing with my own issues so at 7:00 AM we headed back to Memphis to the doctor.  Diagnosis: the shots.  He continued to run fever on Saturday and by Sunday he was still sick and coughing.  It was a funny cough.  It almost sounded like a seal barking.  Monday morning at 7:00 AM we headed back to Memphis.  Diagnosis: Croup.  Croup is some BAD stuff.

Monday afternoon the boys and I headed to Jackson for a visit at Puddin’s house.  On Wednesday he was still sick so I took him to the ER at the Children’s Hospital in Jackson.  So we went to the doctor on Thursday, Saturday, Monday, and Wednesday.  I am definitely qualified to be a professional at taking my kids to the doctor. 

At the ER…. He hated the hospital bracelet.

Some more sick Bitty pictures….so pitiful.

I had big plans of things to do while on our trip to Jackson, but between two naps a day for John Brantley and a day trip to the ER, we didn't get a lot done.  However, we did squeeze in some putt-putt golf on Tuesday night with our pal, Miss Taylor!

 Ford got to go first hitting the ball because it took him a while.  I’m terrible at putt-putt.  Taylor beat me 53-71.

Soccer has begun and it’s going about like tee-ball did.  Ford isn't aggressive, or competitive, or into focusing on something not of his choosing for more than 5 seconds.  I truly believe at one game he was making shapes, in his mind, out of the clouds.  Let’s just say that no one should feel threatened by our #5!!! 

Yep, see here…. Looking at the clouds!

I believe Gatorade is his favorite part of soccer, Bitty’s too.  This mean momma won’t give her boys juice too often. 

Ford’s class has been studying the letter “E” at school this week.  I like to talk about what they are learning at school while we are at home.  We were naming stuff that started with “E” and I told him to go to school and tell his teachers that “epidermis” started with an “E”.  He did and I think he was real proud of himself.  Trey told me to stop making our kids weird!!!!!

I got a text from Ford’s teacher that said, “Ford said John Brantley had to go to the hospital because he was barking.  Is he ok??”  I LAUGHED soooooooooo much.  I guess Ford heard us saying he was barking like a seal a few too many times!

 John Brantley doesn't say much other than a few words here and there.  He does a lot of squealing and yelling.  He gets his point across very clearly to us what he needs.  He is big into telling on Ford.  If Ford doesn't share, does something ugly to him, or hurts him I can hear Bitty start crying.  Next, I hear the little pitter patter of his feet coming to let me know that something isn't just right with him.  He starts jabbering in what sounds like Japanese and using that index finger to point towards Ford.

 Puddin read my blog post about the matching pajamas and bought the boys 3 new pairs!!!!!!  We will be styling and profiling now!  Thanks Puh!

 John Brantley knows who our dog is, and I used to believe that he knew her name was Delta.  Lately he points to her and says “Baaa”.  It didn't click with me until today that he is yelling at her and calling her “bad”!!!!  Trey and I are constantly getting onto Delta for eating the boys’ food, getting on the couch, or playing in the trash.  I guess John Brantley will call her “bad” or “Baaa” now too!!!!!

We are on the mend!!!