Whatever works

Thursday Ford’s class had another Easter egg hunt and party.  I wasn’t able to attend this one so I sent Justice Puddin to fill in.  Ford looked like such a big boy in his jeans, boots, and Polo shirt.  He is pretty big though.  He will be 3 next month.  

 

This sweet little girl loves to give Ford kisses every day at school.  

 

I warned Puddin before she went that Ford would want to go home with her.  She agreed to take the little man with her.  They stopped by the library on the way home.  Ford was all cozy in his lounge chair catching up on the latest kids’ books. 

 

He even spent some time working on his computer skills.    

 

There he is next to a picture of his Daddy at the library proudly holding his very own library card!   

 

Then back at Puddin’s house they got to baking.  Ford is ohhh so helpful with any and all household projects, especially cooking.       

 

They made some birds’ nests.        

 

After I finished school on Thursday I went to pick him up.  We went by the office and noticed that next door they had “big-bad mud holes” (as Ford calls them).  He begged and pleaded to play in them.  We went home and changed into our boots, got the wagon, and came back to play in the mud holes!  My mom, Gran, said “Either you are a fun momma, or you have lost your mind.”  I think I might be a nice combination of both.  At this point I go with whatever works to keep him entertained!           

Competitive Egg Hunting

Ford’s class at school had an Easter egg hunt and party today.  Due to the rain it was moved indoors at the church gym, but none of the little tikes seemed to mind. 

Growing up I was never the competitive type.  Now that I am a mom I feel the need to be competitive with my child.  Therefore, last night Ford and I had a practice run on the Easter egg hunting.  I hid some eggs and he had to find them.  He did a pretty good job.  He found them all, but he needed to increase the speed at which he collected the eggs.

I was able to slip away from school for an hour to enjoy the festivities.  When I arrived at his school they were singing the “Itsy Bitsy Spider”.  As soon as Ford saw me he jumped up and nearly clobbered everyone in his path to give me some hugs. 

Then it was time to line up for the big hunt.  Trying to get thirteen 2-3 year olds to line up and hold their baskets still was quite the challenge.  I told his teachers more than once there was NO WAY I could do what they do every day.  I run my classroom in a military-like style and those kids were pure chaos!

 

Yes, that is my child with the bucket on his head. 

 

Once we got into the gym he seemed to remember our rehearsal last night, and he started grabbing those eggs! 

 

Gran came to the egg hunt and even took Ford home after it was over for some special play time. 

 

I’m not sure why Ford has such a lovely expression here.  He wasn’t scared of the bunny. 

 

Then it was back to his classroom for the party.  Being the OCD child that he is, he was quite annoyed with the children who kept messing up the pretty table cloth.  He straightened it up several times!!!

 Here he is screaming the blessing... “God Our Father…”

 

 

Ford didn’t eat his cupcake, ice cream sandwich, or strawberries.  He only ate his chips.  His momma would have cleaned her plate!

 

Two teachers at school have been rather annoyed that Toto hasn’t been named yet.  So, they took it upon themselves to come up with a ridiculous list of names for my poor child.  Feel free to vote on your favorite. 

A Big Day

I enjoy a fun weekend activity and I like to keep Ford entertained as well.  On Sunday our neighbors said they were going to their farm to ride horses.  Ford was definitely up for a trip to someone’s farm.  He enjoyed riding their horse named Sam.

 

I told Trey that he needed to be right next to Ford in case he decided to topple over.  He wasn’t close enough for me in this picture. 

 

And not only did they have horses, but they also had a tractor.  Nothing beats a tractor in Ford’s book!

 

We have been adding a patio area onto our house which is about 90% of the way completed.  After the workers finished on Friday afternoon they pressure washed down the newly constructed area.  This resulted in water getting into the grass, which resulted in the dirt getting wet, which caused mud, which means Ford Lamar got filthy dirty!

 

Friday night we went down to Como to eat at the Como Steak House Oyster Bar.  It was so nice out that we sat outside on the balcony.  Ford yelled to all the people down below. 

Last week Trey went and got Ford out of school so he could watch them tearing down an old house in town.  He loved it!

 

Then they stopped by our house because the men had laid the concrete.  Ford got to put his hands in it.  He told his Daddy it was a “big day”. 

Well, I should win some sort of award for completing three blog posts within two days.  If you haven’t read lately you have a lot of catching up to do!

Basically a sissy

The weather here lately has been unusually warm.  Under normal circumstances, being not pregnant that is, I would thoroughly welcome the warmer temps, but being that I am on the hefty side I am not a big fan.  It’s one thing to feel large, but when you add extreme whiteness to the skin it makes you feel even bigger.  I need to wear shorts (I don’t have any, but still) and short sleeves shirts, but I am so white and unfit that it is not a lovely sight.

Ford on the other hand looks cute in his summer attire.  The last two Sunday mornings we have taken some picture before church.  He was striking some poses for me and I was getting tickled. 

 

The little green outfit I found on this website.  I got Toto a matching one too!!! 

This afternoon Ford was whining and asking me to hold him.  I told him that my baby doctor would be mad at me for holding him so much.  I said you are a big boy and you need to stop acting like a baby.  He then proceeded to tell me that someone at school called him a “titty baby”.  I told him that was not a nice thing to call someone and he shouldn’t ever say that.  He thought it was hilarious and kept saying it over and over.  Ohhh, if only the child knew that someone basically called him a sissy he would be upset!