Happy Mardi Gras, y'all!

Just a few photos from Mardi Gras this year...



When asked how Mardi Gras was, Emmylou tells people (somewhat exasperated but very matter-of-factly), "well, I sitted in a ladder and yelled 'Throw me something mister' to every float."

Yes, it was such hard work, Emmylou.

And while she really did seem to enjoy it, once during a parade while sitting in the ladder Emmylou asked if she could go inside and do something fun. Excuse me, but WTF??! I promptly replied that yes, sitting on top of a ladder watching dancers and marching bands and beautiful lighted floats and being bombarded by a gazillion beads and stuffed animals is no fun at all. Clearly she sensed my sarcasm because she revised her request to wanting "a different kind of fun." Really she just wanted to go inside and watch Peter Pan, her latest favorite movie. (Speaking of Peter Pan, she also told me matter-of-factly that we're changing her name to Wendy, Miller is having his name changed to Michael, and, "Mommy, you're going to have another baby and name him John." Wanna bet?)

Miller's favorites were the tractors that pull the floats and the fire trucks that always end each parade!


A huge thanks to Grammie for making Mardi Gras so great this year! In a house with no furniture, she managed to house 14 people (on air mattresses) and feed us all the most fantastic food. It took a lot of extra planning and organizing and I don't think she forgot a thing! Thanks, Grammie!

We love Daddy!

Even though Daddy travels almost every week for work, we decided to make a really big deal of him coming home last Friday. Tripp's mommy had the idea to make signs and greet Tripp's daddy at the airport that day and once we found out Gary was on the same flight as Mr. Wes, we were in on the plan too.

So Emmylou worked on a sign for her daddy and surprised him as he came down the escalator to the baggage claim area. He was shocked!
And here are a couple of photos of Miller loving some quality time with his daddy (and Daddy's iPhone).

Proof

that Miller isn't as neglected as it may seem.

He just started music class a couple weeks ago! He and Tate are in the same class and are definitely enjoying it. We go on Fridays when Emmylou's in school and I must say it's nice to have a little 1:1 time with him.
Shake it, Miller!

Overheard

We were at Chuy's the other day and Emmylou told me she wanted to order for herself. I said fine, just tell the waiter what you want and be sure to use your manners. She said, "Okay, but Mommy, I'm not going to call him a waiter. I'm going to call him a maker because he makes our food. We're the waiters because we're the ones who have to wait for it."

Then the other day she asked if we could go to dinner at "Suzy's Tryin' to Grill." Um, yeah, that would be Suzy's China Grill, Sweetie. :)

Gary's also taught her some really valuable verbal skills recently, too. For instance, whenever she's doing something I don't like and tell her, "stop!" She immediately says "...collaborate and listen." Greeeeaaaat. I'm pretty sure she's never even heard the actual song.

Finally, last week Gary threw down some kitty litter in the carport to soak up some oil that leaked out of my car. Even after multiple explanations she still couldn't stop calling it "cat glitter." What can I say, she likes shiny, fancy things.

Funny girl.

Multitasking

Digging for gold and sleeping. What a talented kid.

Forgive the blurry picture, I took it while I was driving.

Ballet Today

Emmylou told me that she wanted to start ballet so I signed her up to start today. She couldn't wait-- this morning she crawled into our bed and whispered in my ear, "Mommy, I'm so excited to go to ballet today!"

Here she is looking out the window in the changing room before her class.

There's no window in the studio so I couldn't watch her during the lesson, but at the end they did open the doors while each little girl bowed to the teacher. Here's E waiting for her turn:
And the bow...

Miller's first haircut!

Gary took Miller for his first haircut at Bird's Barbershop last Saturday while I was at Chuck E. Cheese's with Emmylou.

This is who Gary chooses to cut our precious son's hair for the very first time?

Seriously?

Eeks!

We still love our Horns!

We're still sad about last Thursday's game and even sadder for Colt not getting to play the game of his life, but we can't complain about being #2 this year. Although the kids and I watched the entire game at Grammie's, Gary headed home around halftime so he could scream and cuss in solitude as needed. He said our neighborhood was going crazy-- one house behind us was yelling "TEXAS!" and the one next door was yelling back "FIGHT!" Too bad it all fell apart once it got down to a 3 point game.

But we're pretty sure we'll be back playing for the national championship again in about 18 or 19 years. You know, when Miller's playing for Muschamp. Seriously, the first thing Gary said to me back when Texas extended the offer to Muschamp to follow Mack Brown was, "Oh good, that's who Miller will play for." Yes, I'm sure it'll be as easy as that. Hook 'em!

Bus trip!

Emmylou has been asking me for months (okay, maybe it's been a full year by now) to take a ride on a bus. I kept promising but it was Grammie who ended up making it really happen. She found a great destination for us-- a place where most people who are riding the bus are going, I'm sure-- The Four Seasons. Grammie and Carol found themselves there on New Year's Eve and saw that they had a fantastic village of gingerbread houses that they knew Emmylou would love.

Waiting at the bus stop...

There's our bus!

Emmylou got on and actually said, "Hmm, so this is what a bus looks like."
Then at every stop she'd ask, "Is this us?"
We drove past the Capitol
and finally reached our destination.
The gingerbread village!








After seeing the gingerbread houses we went to get some lunch at Le Cafe Crepe. It felt like we were in Paris!
An actual French woman was making crepes:
Emmylou was loving on Grammie lots.
Guess what we ate? Yep, crepes and more crepes.
Then we waited at the bus stop that was next to one of the big, painted Austin guitars that are spread around town.
Another successful adventure! Apparently when Emily and I were about Emmylou's age we also requested to take a bus ride so Carol and Grammie took us. Within the first few minutes of boarding the bus caught on fire so we were pleased to avoid a similar fate. Yay!

Christmas 2009

Here are the photos from Christmas Eve and Christmas day. I think it's safe to say it was a whopping success.


On Christmas Eve, Emmylou stayed up to put out cookies and milk for Santa and carrots for Rudolph. She and I had made Christmas cookies a few days before and I let her sneak a tiara cookie cutter in with the snowflakes and candy canes. She definitely wanted Santa to have one of those.
She also had to give Birdie a kiss goodbye since his work was finished and he'd be hitching a ride back to the North Pole on Santa's sleigh.
Christmas morning: Look at all that loot!
Miller was half-asleep but liked his little car more than it appears in this picture.
Princess Emmylou was thrilled with her castle.

Grammie, Emmy and Mimi came over bright and early to watch the kids open their presents.
Yes, this is Emmylou's, but if it's got wheels, Miller wants it.

We hope your Christmas was just as fun!

Miller is 16 months old

Miller, wearing Daddy's new BBQ gloves...


Dear Miller,

One word: FUN. You're there! You've reached the turning point! You laugh, you dance, you "talk," play games... you are, seriously, a great time. Yes, I believe you have a touch of your daddy's temper, but I also still think you are one of the sweetest things that ever existed. You love your Ugly Doll Jeero and you immediately cuddle with him or anything else soft you find (me, included!). You love to give kisses and hugs and you're always looking for Emmylou to play with you. You finally started saying "Dada" this month and your daddy is having a fantastic time with you as well. Today he took you to Home Depot and you got to pretend to drive the riding lawnmowers! You love anything with a wheel or anything you can throw. You seem to understand everything I say. You actually answer almost every yes/no question I ask you by nodding or shaking your head and I'd give you about a 90% reliability rating. Pretty remarkable, if you ask me. I'm amazed that when I ask you if you want to take your jacket off you nod "yes" and hand me your sleeve to help. Obviously you're not a little baby anymore. You're eager to be included in all the activities going on around our house and I couldn't be more excited to help you learn more and experience all kinds of fun, exciting things. There are so many things I can't wait to show you!

I couldn't love you more, Miller! Happy 16 months to you, Monkey.
Love,
Mama