A tough shot

Now I can go hunting and shoot deer, but when it comes to trying to shoot a picture of my son I didn’t hit the jackpot until 137 pictures later.  I thought I was going to lose my mind trying to get a Christmas card done, and nearly did until last night.  We started off by going to see Santa on Saturday with hopes of getting a cute one…

I was not impressed with any of the shots I got, but was just glad that he actually sat in Santa’s lap.  I was honestly shocked.

After visiting with Santa we did some more shopping, visited Gran and BoomPa, and ended our shopping spree at "Books A Million".  By this time it was 7:30 which is 30 minutes passed Ford’s bedtime but we just went with it.  While in "Books" Ford found a tractor book.  This book was the equivalent to you and me winning a million dollars.  He was squealing with delight over this book and causing a scene. 

By 7:50 I was giving Trey the “evil eye” that it was time to go.  Trey loved looking at all the house plans books while I dealt with the holy terror.  I finally gave up and let Ford do as he pleased.  Trey got to clean this mess up…

We left the store about 8:00 with a dirty diaper and my child screaming “TRACTOR BOOK.”  I sure hope Santa brings Ford that tractor book because his little heart was broken for the entire 30 minute car ride home. 

On Sunday morning we tried to get a cute picture for the Christmas card again. This is what I got this time…

Oh…. And he scratched himself in his sleep…

 None of which were to my liking…


Sunday night we tried to take some pictures at Puddin and Pops’s house. Again, this was not a success.

So by this point I wanted to scream and pull my hair out. On Monday afternoon I decided to give it ONE last shot…

None of these were the chosen ones, but you get the idea of what I had to work with on Monday.  It was a much better day.

A cleaning fool

I do not handle stress well.  It is not a good idea for me to take on extra projects and such, but somehow I got conned into having a school Christmas party at my house.  Therefore, I have been cleaning my house like a fool for the last two days and for some reason I managed to sit down at the computer and now I am blogging.  And I don’t have time to be blogging. 

Wet head after his bath

Yes, he is chewing on a cord

We are going to attempt to take a Christmas card picture this weekend. I am not going to hold my breath since it’s hard to shoot a moving target.

Playing kickball in the hall with Daddy

Ford is sooo much fun.  He is talking up a storm.  He makes good sentences and I can understand probably 98% of what he is saying. 

Okay… back to cleaning.  I have procrastinated enough!!!!!!

Hunting in pink and Elfie came to visit

Last week I was on a role with my blogging and this week has come to a halt. Oh yeah… I am back at work now! Ohhh how lovely Thanksgiving break was!!

Well, last weekend Trey came home from hunting Saturday morning about 10:45 and said we should drive over to Oxford for the day, but come home and watch the game. This was not on the agenda for the day, but I went with the idea on short notice. So when Ford woke up from his nap we headed over. We walked around the Square for a bit and then did the Grove. It was chilly! We ended up staying about 2 hours.

 Yes, Mom, I chopped his head off in this picture.  It's hard to shoot a moving target!

Trey told me on Sunday that we would go hunting. I wasn’t thrilled about the idea but said okay. Plus it wasn’t too cold. I completely annoy him when I feel the need to document our hunting excursions, but I feel one must capture these special moments as well.

He did not approve of my pink ear muffs or my pink gloves, but I had to add some color to my outfit.  I had on his old pants and the most hideous sweater you have ever seen. 

 Did we kill anything?  That is a sore subject.  A NICE 8 point walked out and he said that I couldn’t make the shot since it was 250 yards away.  What it really boils down to is that this deer was bigger than any he had ever killed and he didn’t want his wifey to out do him!  I will get him next time.

Ohhh Christmas Tree!!!!!!!

 The best present ever!!!!!!

Our Elf on the Shelf came, Elfie.  I explained to Ford that Elfie would be watching him and reporting back to Santa if he was a good boy.  And if he acted sweet Santa would bring him toys.  I think he understood the concept better than I first thought possible.  He calls Santa “A Clause”.  It’s so cute… and he loves the Christmas tree.  He has mastered the art of turning the lights on and off.

Bath time

These weren’t the best pictures, I know.  I will do better next time.