Life is good for a toddler in daycare. There's naptime and snacktime and playtime and...massage time!?!????
Friday, May 22, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
You might be a redneck if your husband opens a bottle of beer, drinks about half of it and then leaves it overnight in the cupholder on the recliner in your gameroom.
(You might be a redneck if you actually HAVE a recliner in your gameroom.)
You also might be a redneck if you don't realize your husband did this and then let your 19-month old play in the gameroom the next morning while you get ready for work and come back five minutes later and notice the overwhelming smell of a bar and then see a toddler holding an upside down beer bottle, with the contents pouring down the front of his shorts.
And you might be a redneck if you holler a string of profanities so your husband, who is leisurely taking a shower, can hear, not thinking that the neighbors can also probably hear.
And you are DEFINITELY a redneck if you blog about all of it.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Last weekend we went to Shreveport for cousin Catherine's wedding. I am learning that now that Tate is mobile (and rapidly so), we don't get to take as many pictures...but here are a few from the fun weekend with Dodsons from all over the U.S.
This is how much of the weekend was spent...chasing Tate. For example, as he runs in front of a friend of the groom giving a thoughtful toast at the rehearsal dinner....
(the rehearsal dinner was a crawfish boil, which explains Tate's shirt.)
At the church awaiting family pictures...
Playing peek-a-boo with the wait staff at the reception.
My Dad's brothers and sister are scattered around the country and rarely have the opportunity to get together. Here they all are catching up (minus Frank, the father of the bride.)
Brooke and Portland cousins Stephens and Tanner.