"Baby Couch's" chair

No! Don't get all excited. There's no new baby on the way. Mom had this chair refinished, and the boys took their turns sitting in it. VERY cute... covered in cowhide. Mom said not to get too attached because, chances are, the chair will belong to Willy and Tracie's someday-baby. We can't wait for that day... even though, as of now, the only babies they have are lots and lots of horses. :)

Granny's at it again

Mom has always been known for giving my cousin's children food that they would never feed their children on their own -- and especially not as early as mom tries to do it! (Just to clarify -- it's always in fun, and never anything that would harm a child!)

She had a great time feeding Nolan his first bites of Twinkie this weekend. And, boy, did he ever love it!

Papaw's transformation

We had a wonderful, quick trip to visit my family this weekend. Well, wonderful in the fact that we got to see my family. Not-so-wonderful in the fact that both boys got sick. Poor little Nolan was so raspy and coughy, I was sure he had come down with pneumonia again. (Thank goodness that's not what it was!)

It was so fun to see my dad (aka Papaw) playing with Waylon. He played hide-and-seek more than once with Waylon. I'm fairly certain he NEVER played that with me or Willy when we were kids. I loved it.

He also spent some time watching Bob the Builder with Waylon on his DVD player that is a special treat when we visit my parents. Dad told Waylon that he loved Bob the Builder, and they enjoyed some bonding time over the movie.

It's not our fault

More than once, I've been known to flub up some words as I speak. Yes, it happens often. Well, I've figured out that it's not my fault. It's in the genes.

The other weekend, mom and Grandma Couch came for a visit. During that time, mom said I should look for new table linens at Pier 318 (she meant Pier 1), and Grandma C. said she had fun with Waylon at "Cheesy Chucks" (she meant Chuck E. Cheese).

I've noticed this is rubbing off on Waylon. Each night, after he finishes his meal, he says, "May be I excused?" We've corrected him many times, and have since decided it's cute, and we're sure he'll outgrow it someday. (At least, we hope!)

Don't blame us. As my dad would say, "It's genetical." (Yes, he says it wrong on purpose. We think! Ha.)

Sweet dinnertime prayers

Typically, we let Waylon choose who's going to say the prayer for our evening meal. Tonight, he chose me. I began by thanking God for our many blessings -- our health, the rain, a good day. Then, Waylon chimed in. "Don't forget to thank God for the birds in the sky, and the bird nest in our tree, and Little Man (our pony), and the dogs, and the ketchup, and the mustard."

It's the little things that matter, isn't it!

Our new girls!

On Friday, we welcomed two "girls" to our family -- Mandy and Chloe, the basset hounds. My coworker, Ralph, and his wife, Becky, had decided that these girls needed a new home. Craig and I talked it over, and thought this might be a good way to get Waylon over his fear of dogs.

It worked! From the time Waylon got home that night, he wanted to be with the dogs. He loves to have them chase him around, and just laughs out loud when they come up to lick him. He even said the first night that he would just sleep outside with the dogs. "Mom, don't worry. I'll be fine!" he told me.

I think they're going to be good buddies for a long, long time.

Bathing beauty

Bathtime is one of my favorite times of the day. Our boys really enjoy playing and splashing in the tub (sometimes too much!). And, they just smell so fresh and clean when they're cuddling up after their nice, warm bath.