Halloween 2007 brought us a brand new pumpkin. I thought nothing could top this cuteness.
Halloween 2008 proved me wrong. Sherriff Ashton was just the sweetest lil sherriff this mama had every seen.
Halloween 2009 proved even more fun. E was so bloomin' adorable as a flower and Ashton really enjoyed repeating "ARRGHH!" to everyone he came in contact with.
Can't wait to see what this Halloween will bring us...
Life is spinning. And lately I have been experiencing that dizzy, disoriented feeling from it all. Much like riding the Gravitron at the fair. I think at least fifteen times a day, "That was adorable. I really need to blog that". And then the rides starts spinning again. And, poof, the sweet, adorable memory is gone. So, in an effort to a.) get something down to "paper" and b.) get back on the blog bandwagon, here are some random musings ramblings...
Ashton is just a laugh a minute these days. Daddy and I enjoy his commentary so much. I asked him this afternoon if he would like to go see his friend Corbin and he replied, "Sure! I'd love to!" He dotes on his sister and always makes sure she has what she needs. At breakfast yesterday, I gave him his water cup first, and he looked at me with a furrowed brow and said, "Mom. Emory does not have her cup yet. She would like the purple cup."
Oh Emory. Such a sweet sassafras. She has become a full on, bonafide daddy's girl. There have been a few instances lately where she has called for him (well after bedtime) from her crib. When he goes in, to soothe her, they sit and rock together for thirty minutes. She doesn't close her eyes. Just lays her head on his shoulder and enjoys her quiet time with him. I'm not sure which one of them enjoys it more.
I technically have six weeks of pregnancy left. Six weeks to enjoy the movement inside of me, the excuse to eat lots of chocolate and the calm before the three storm. I am nervous. And excited. And ready. And SO not ready. heavy sigh...
At this point in my pregnancy with Ashton, everything was ready for him. Everything had been ready for him for some time. His clothes were washed in dreft, folded neatly and put in drawers. All the essentials for bathing him, breastfeeding him and adorably clothing him were in place. My house was immaculate. I read books on parenting and birth. I made sure my hair was "done" at all times, just in case. His monogrammed hospital tote, as well as my duffle, sat ready and waiting. At this point in my pregnancy with Emory, I felt prepared. Her (kazillions) of clothes were washed and put away. Her sweet, girly room was ready to welcome her. All the essentials from when Ashton was born were pulled back out and put in their proper places. My house wasn't as spotless. I was running after a 15m old. At this point in my current pregnancy, umm, I really need to pull down the box of Ashton's baby clothes. Well, first, I need to locate the box. If we get through a full day of no spills or messes, I feel extremely accomplished. We have outgrown our current home and have not decided if A and E can coexist in the same bedroom or if baby Hayes will be sharing quarters with woo woo, the dog. joke. BUT, thank the good Lord, the feeling of sweet anticipation has arrived once more. I cannot wait to meet this little peanut and welcome him into our lives. Really, really cannot wait.
I am really loving Brad Paisley's new song, Anything Like Me. Here are the lyrics...
I remember saying I don't care either way
Just as long as he or she is healthy I'm ok
Then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen
And said "You see that thing right there well you know what that means"
And I started wondering who he was going to be
And I thought heaven help us if he's anything like me
He'll probably climb a tree too tall and ride hes bike to fast
End up every summer wearing something in a cast
He's gonna throw a ball and break some glass in a window down the street
He's gonna get in trouble oh he's gonna get in fights
I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep
It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback if he's anything like me
I can see him right now knees all skinned up
With a magnifying glass trying to melt a Tonka truck
Won't he be a sight with his football helmet on
That'll be his first love til his first love comes along
He'll get his heart broke by the time he's in his teens
And heaven help him if he's anything like me
He'll probably stay out too late and drive his car too fast
Get a speeding ticket he'll pay for mowing grass
He's gonna get caught skipping class and be grounded for a week
He's gonna get in trouble we're gonna get in fights
I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep
It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback if he's anything like me
He's gonna love me and hate me along the way
Years are gonna fly by I already dread the day
He's gonna hug his momma, he's gonna shake my hand
He's gonna act like he cant wait to leave
But as he drives out he'll cry his eyes out
If he's anything like me there's worse folks to be like
Aw he'll be alright if he's anything like me
It makes me cry. I truly hope my boys grow up to be just like their daddy... and grow up to know how lucky they are to have him as their daddy.
Why am I up this late?! More ramblings later. Or better yet, more organized posts revelant to our day, later.
Finally. We have officially named this sweet little baby boy growing inside me. And let me tell ya, I thought it would never happen. We have decided on Hayes David Kerr. David after my father and Hayes sounds like it should be a family name, but is not...until now :) We just love it. I especially love the way Ashton says it. He pronounces it perfectly and drawls out the "a" just a little. Emory is trying hard to fashion her mouth to make the word, although she has no idea why she needs to learn that particular word. She is the sassafras baby girl of the family, after all...according to her. We got to see sweet baby Hayes yesterday at an ultrasound, and can you say John Jr. ?!? Even more so than the first two. Unreal how much this baby boy looks like his handsome daddy already. No denying that Kerr nose and those Elvis lips!! Not even on a 4D ultrasound! Ha!!
Here we go!!!!
