food comas are the best

Thanksgiving rocked. That's all I can say. Still have warm fuzzies from good friends and family. We all had so much fun, and we all ate WAY too much. The pictures tell the story.












Our brood started out their day with the Macy's Parade, and then Squeege got to go play 9 holes with his Daddy, Ryan, and Big Bobby.









Apparently, a woman's place is in the kitchen. Using a carving knife to rip apart delicious turkey flesh. Moist and delectable. Thank you, Butterball. And Grandma Niecy.









Our good buddy Jack, a bruiser at only 5 months old! So much fun to see him at our Thanksgiving dinner with his awesome parents, Kent and Elizabeth.











As punishment for losing a round of Shut-the-Box against Little Bobby, my husband had to get a manicure from Grandma Niecy. The nice pink shade actually favored him.













This is the expression of a man who thinks he's not good with children. But in reality, he rocked with them. He didn't want us to see him, but he was actually crawling around on the ground with the toddlers by the end of our Thanksgiving Eve-night dinner party!









These are the toddlers, Choochy (Frankie) and the Squeege. Playing the Fishing Game that was commandeered by the adults after the munchkins went to bed. Because it was such a strenuous game, several juice boxes were needed for hydration. And for spilling on the carpet.









This is the expression of a man who just realized there's a poopy diaper and he doesn't want anyone to know that he was the first to smell it because that would mean he would have to change said poopy diaper. Too late. You've been discovered.









Quincey loves his nephew Garrett. He didn't leave his side all night! This dog does NOT like to lay on the couch, but since Garrett was on the couch, he acquiesced. And the two of them were happy as clams, watching football with Choppy, who lay sleeping on the red leather chair beside them.

What a great holiday! Lots of love all around.

Songs for My Babies

Okay, maybe I am a total nerd, but every time I hear these songs it makes me think of my babies and how happy they make me. Shut up- I know I'm a dork.

Max and Miles, the most patient kitties on Earth

When I first took this photo I thought Mark was looking at Garrett with this face. Then I saw that our cat, Miles, was laying beside him. Our poor kitties get no love from the boys in my house. When Mark isn't looking at them with disdain, Squeege is picking them up and trying to treat them like babies by carrying them and grabbing them by the neck to give them smooches. The other night he tried to convince Max that he would love to relax in the baby swing.

Munchkin Buns is All Grown Up

My youngest son is now 2 months old. I am ready for another one. Especially after watching Knocked Up the other night. For some reason, when she is in writhing pain pushing out her baby, it makes me want to do it all over again. I have a problem.

No more naps

Squeege used to be such a great napper. Three hours every day. And then Garrett came. He has decided that he doesn't want to miss anything, so he has done away with his naps (and my break). But occasionally, he just can't keep his eyes open any more, as you can see. Passing out where you sit is only cute when you're a toddler. I'm much less impressed when my husband does it.

Daddy & Squeege in the Kitchen

A new favorite ritual of Squeege and his Daddy is to cook dinner together. Evan loves to help crack eggs, pound chicken, sprinkle spices, and pretend to cut veggies. It's so cute to see them in the kitchen together- they switch off wearing the apron and the chef's hat, and Squeege is so proud of the dinner he's made afterward.

Check out Bluffton Today, um, today

I sent a few pictures to Bluffton Today with a story about our trip to the mountains this past weekend, and they published it! My scanner is not cooperating, so I can't scan the picture for this post, but I'm going to mail the story to close family and friends today. It's got two pictures of Squeege in it, including one of him with Meme.

"Stop Meme, you're bein' a jerk!"

In the mountains this past weekend, my son had several tantrums, which has become standard and SO much fun. On a few occasions he decided he wanted to run out into oncoming traffic, and one time my mom (his Meme) started chasing after him and tripped on her purse strap. She totally wiped out- it was a hilarious way for God to save my son from being smooshed by a minivan.
Another tantrum consisted of Evan refusing to come inside the house when it was about -400 degrees outside, and when Meme dragged him in my his arm, he kept screaming, "STOP MEME! YOU'RE BEING A JERK!" What an adorable way to talk back to your grandma.

Mountain Trip

Slideshow of Mountain Pics