BUSTED

Pone rang last night. Caller i.d. shows a local number with the name "Jose Murillo." The number is 333-5555. There is a guy on the other end with broken English:

Me: Hello-

Jose: Halo.

Me:Hello?

Jose: Who's this?

Me: Peachy..why who's thi-

Jose: Chi Chi?

Me: No, Peachy.

Jose: ChiChi?

Me: No Pea- I'm sorry, why are you calling?

Jose: I dunno. You call me first.

Me: Excuse me?

Jose: You call me. I don' know why you call my house

Me: Oh, you know what, it was probably my son. He likes to play on the phone-

Jose: Eh? Oh, I dunno.

Me: Yah, I think my toddler must have accidently dialed your number.

Jose: I dunno. You call my house. So i dunno.

Me: (Sensing that this was going nowhere) Okay, Bye.

Click.

On Second Thought

We should have named him Dennis

The Menace.

Spring, baby!

I just loved the way our oak tree's green shoots looked against the dark blue SPRING sky tonight.

This is when I wish I knew how to play with photoshop. Spring is coming!The thought brings Rhett to tears.

(Not really, he just hates playing dress-up).

Here's something that brings HAPPY tears:
We are having another baby!

Our last appointment confirmed this as we got the most picturesque profile shot of our little itty bitty-

What a cutie! Rhett's pictures were NEVER this clear. And this pregnancy has been soo mild- such a cooperative little baby already, it must be a girl ;)

In any case...

We

Can't

Wait!

Goodbye February

We'll miss your heart shaped pancakes and your toddler-sized valentines.

Your neighborhood Mardi Gras Parade.

Your long weekends remodeling the Robinson "Ranch." Your almost snow... And lo, my first trip away from the baby! Mom and Dad's escape to Colorado. Aspen Colorado. I have been with child since October 19th, 2008. And February 2010 took me to the snowy slopes of the Snowmass Village with my honey and 8 other friends, while Rhett remained in good hands with his Nana and Papa Mike (and my little reminders).

I swear a left a toddler and came home to a little boy!

Goodbye February~You were good to us!

Welcome to Budget-Cuts!

Where we will cut your hair for free!

Our only requirment is that your toosh fit on this towell and your feet situate themselves in this sink:
While we snip your hair with our sophisticated slew of grooming tools.
Oh, and you can't laugh at our wall paper.
And NO SQIRMMING.

Much Better!

Sorry, no lollipops.
Two snips of the scissors (the brush was just for show), and we are good to go. The blonde curls are tucked away in a scrapbook page that NOW reads something like this:

Baby's First Haircut
Place: Rhett's 60's era bathroom
Who cut it: Mom- with Dad's direction
Cost of Haircut: Free
Baby's Reaction:Giddy with excitement. Goodbye Mullet (it really was time).

In other news, we had a visitor with us last week- Porter's cousin Adam flew all the way from South Carolina to join us for some ribs!

No, not really. He was here for more important matters, like work meetings in San Anton..but I think he enjoyed the ribs. At least he enjoyed feeding my son his ribs.

These pictures were taken pre-haircut. We would never allow our son to do this at the table now, you know... post mullet :)

Mystery Solved

Porter emails me this morning with a picture,

and says he remembers why our son loves trucks so much...

So clever...that Porter.

:)

Road Trip!

We took a weekend trip to Ft. Worth/Dallas area to celebrate some family birthdays and visit my grandmother. As easy of a child as Rhett is- car rides do NOT agree with him. But nevertheless, we got to my sister Kate's in time to help prep for my brother in laws 30th and be entertained by my little niece's dancing. ..entertainment only to be rivaled by Rhett showing off his newly acquired walking skills-

After this trip I have declared a full fledged hunt for a wooden kitchen set. After scouring the Internet and dropping my jaw at the prices, I have actually considered asking Porter to build one, you know... in between remodeling our house and working nine to five..??

Our trip was a whirlwind, but we did get visit with my grandmother Momaw who lives in a home outside of Dallas. Her health is declining and she didn't look as good as our last visit, but she is still sharp as a tack and still witty and funny. We visited about important things in life, like how sad we both are about Diane Sawyer leaving Good Morning America, how Rhett takes after my late grandfather as a boy, and how she thinks he resembles his Swedish relatives. And then she reminds me that Swedes have nothing to do with Norwegians and we should always turn our noses from the Danes. Advice I will surely pass down to my son ;)

...the walking ham.