On Thanksgiving Day this year we ate lunch at Puddin and
Pops’ house. Normally, we eat with my
family for lunch and then with Puddin’s side of the family later that
afternoon. It was nice this year to only
get stuffed once instead of twice.
Naturally, my boys didn't appreciate the good home cooking,
but then again as a child I didn't either.
Trey’s cousins, Jed and Anna Beth, from Memphis came down and my boys
attacked them pretty much all day. Ford
wanted “Jeff” (Jed) to come back to our house and play with him!!!
John Brantley wouldn't eat the “real food” because the
desserts were out and that’s all his little mind could think of. We mustn't put the desserts on display ever
again.
We live right by the train tracks. It’s still exciting to my boys when they hear
that horn honking.
I L.O.V.E. Christmas time.
I actually had my tree up before Thanksgiving this year. I honestly would leave it up all year long if
I wouldn't be considered a “crazy”. Ford
was a big helper at putting it up. He
only broke one ornament and to date, John Brantley has only broken one
himself. We love to go in the front
living room, which is only occupied during the Christmas season, and admire the
tree. It’s usually Ford’s idea. The other morning he asked if we could sit in
there and talk and look at the pretty tree.
Of course I went. It’ special
times like those that won’t last forever!
“aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Trey and I like to buy ornaments when we travel to remember
our trips. We bought the yellow taxi cab
in New York when I was pregnant with Ford in December of 2008.
It will be nothing short of a miracle if all of my presents
stay wrapped. They are just so tempting
to Bitty.
Monday night Mayberry had its annual Christmas parade. We
live in town, so we loaded the boys up in the wagon and strolled down to Main
Street and got us a spot. The parade was
pretty good this year, and the boys were thrilled to get candy. John Brantley was yelling, pointing,
squealing, and speaking some sort of foreign language when impressive floats
would go by.
We went out to the farm on Tuesday to take some pictures of
the boys. I was really impressed with
how well they did. I guess being outside
was a major factor in their good behavior.
We rewarded them with a trip to the gas station candy aisle! Cheap treat!!
My favorites….
“Hey!!! Take a
picture of me, momma!!!”
Brotherly love
Ford tolerates him very well.
The language you are about to hear is totally inappropriate,
but it’s too funny not to share. Please
note that Trey and I do not talk like this, and Ford honestly had no idea what
he was saying….
So, the other day I was mingling around the kitchen cleaning
up after lunch while the boys were playing.
Ford constantly bosses John Brantley around saying, “Bitty, don’t do
that.” “Bitty get off the couch.” “Bitty you can’t play with my toys.” You get my drift…. He’s bossy and he calls
the child “Bitty”. Well, the other day
he decided to change things up a bit.
Ford says, “Hey Bitchy, do you want to play toys??” I sort of stopped and was wondering if I really
heard what I thought I did. Then Ford
was trying to give John Brantley a toy and he says, “Here Bitch!”. When Ford said that I ran straight into the
laundry room to laugh about what I just heard.
Yes, I laughed. It was totally inappropriate,
but Ford had NO CLUE what he was saying.
He makes up words all the time. I
didn't correct him. I absolutely WOULD
NOT have said that was a bad word.
WHY? Because my Ford would
purposefully store that word in his long term memory file and remind me about
every third day that we don’t say bad words like bi***. So instead I chose to say nothing. He hasn't’t said it again, and if he does I
will just say, “Please stop making up words.”
Yes, we all parent different and I appreciate that. You have to know your child and make
decisions based on their personality type.
I hope that made you laugh!!!!!
1 comment:
You know I am dying over here!!! Ahhhhh! Hahahahaha!!! I love moments like that! Love their innocence.
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