My Little ol' Man

The other day I was in a pop-music-mood and downloaded Justin (yes) Beiber's "Baby Baby Baby," song and played it for Rhett as I danced around him.

After the song ended, I asked him if he wanted me to play it again- to which Rhett replied "Mama, no more babybabybabybabybabybaby!"

He then scooted his chair up to the laptop, clicked on his Dad's Avett Brother's "album," grabbed an apple, and started tapping his foot to the music.

No doubt, he is my little old man.

Speaking of old men, check out what my guy was up to this weekend:

The Prodigal Dog

For as long as we have had Sam, he has loved to escape at the crack of the door or fence, for that matter. He runs away, up and down the neighborhood, dodging people, and miraculously, other cars. When he does this, it makes me nervous, frustrated, and down right annoyed! I yell from blocks down, threaten him, point my finger, and try my luck at whistling while waving whatever we have in the fridge to get his hiney home. I'll even call Porter- for what reason I don't know, he works 25 miles away. But the more I chase and threaten our dog, the further he runs; so my resolve is to go inside- let him figure it out and hope that luck is on his side and he gets home

safely.

(Sam returning from a recent escapade)

Rhett, on the other hand- does not respond the way I do. If Sam gets out, Rhett calls his name at the top of his little lungs, paces up and down the yard, and REFUSES to go inside the house until Sam is safely back. And when our dog does return, Rhett usually quips with "Silly Sam," and greets with him with a big hug. You can no doubt see sigh of relief that comes over my little boy.

When this happened the other day, the story of the Prodigal Son hit me like a ton of bricks. Luke Chapter 15. God is not inconvenienced or put out with us when we go about our own way - but patiently waits and absolutely rejoices when we repent and return to him.

Love having to take a Goldy cue from my 2 year old-

Handmade

If I send Rhett to preschool just so he can keep bringing home these adorable handmade arts and crafts, so be it. My mom used to decorate our home for different holidays with whatever we made at school and it really made me feel like a million dollars, and our home- homey.

And so it will be the same with our guy,And hopefully, our home. Now if only they can teach the tots how to sew, (my unfinished Valentine pillow, 2 days after Valentine's). P.S. Shout out to Sarah Haeg for her "paper weight" recipe she posted a while back-I used it to make these heart necklaces for Rhett's little Valentine school party. Hollar!

(Sarah and I back in '08) Now if only I can find that picture from '88..

Something to Celebrate!

Six months ago today, Porter and I were on our way to celebrate his 31st birthday when we had to take a major detour: Six months ago this week, Porter and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary over lunch in the hospital cafeteria, trying to keep from tearing up through the meal: In the six months since then, we have loved loving this little blessing that laughs at the drop of a hat, absolutley thrives around other people, and is growing to be one happy, healthy, and beautiful little girl. Now that is something to celebrate! Happy half-birthday Nina Lane!

p.s. I just noticed that in this last picture she is laying on the blanket that the hospital staff gave her in the second picture! We are blessed.

Bananas in a Teacup

Baby got her first solid food today: bananas in a tea cup.
To sum it up-
Yum
Yum
Now where's my thumb?
Just like her mom, way more into her oil cloth bib than anything else.

We are gonna have a lot of fun together kid!

Texas Weather

Wednesday

Thursday
Friday.
So, we only got half an inch of the "Artic Blast." But that didn't stop Los Robinsons from waking up early, waddling our South Texas bunch to the hilliest part of the neighborhood with our sleigh from winters past in hand (shout out to you Clemson, South Carolina) and enticing the neighbors to join us. The sleigh was a hit, and as Porter says, the best kind of snow is the kind that is gone by the next day. How bout by lunchtime, P?

New Year's Resolution: Keep Blogging!

Thought I would start this neglected post with the neglected member of family. Poor Sam. My kids are growing at the speed of light right before my eyes. Porter put Nina Lane in our "bumbo" chair the other night and she sat right up. Sigh. She knows her mama, is keen of her dadda, but really has eyes for her brother.
And believe me, the feeling is mutual.
In other news, I thought I would share that I have taken up another hobby: sewing. As if I don't have enough going on, but these days I regret making fun of all those gals that took home ec. in high school. Not only was it probably an easy A, but I would be sitting here staring at this brand new sewing machine my mom left at my house. Anyway, I've gotten as far as plugging in the machine, a tuturiol from a gracious friend, and a few stiches down a Valentine Sofa pillow I dreamed up. And really, only the cholas took Home Economics. You should have seen my highschool. I would have gotten beat up in there. Do you even know what cholas are?
But, as promised here is a run down of where I left off- our holiday happenings (while it's still January)

Thanksgiving week we were home home home. Just the four of us. This was due to a double ear infectiong (Rhett), a first runny nose (Nina) and an unwillingness to travel beyond the confounds of our driveway (Porter and I). Acutally, I take that back, Thanksgiving night, we had our 'feast' at the Menger Hotel on the river in San Antonio. We loaded the kids in our Sunday Best and told them we were going to 'the city' for dinner. Rhett was sooo excited to see real "sky-skray-kers" and asked about a million times if Bob the builder was working.

Right after we took this picture in front of the Menger Hotel Tree, Rhett ran to the Santa Claus display and whispered into the ear of the 3ft. tall Santa, "Santa, I want a basketball and train tracks!")
The meal was nice, and our little adventure to the city was too, but we definetely missed our families, watching the parade, the leftovers, and slamming high fives at the football games on t.v. (I tried to seem interested..). But I will say Thanksgiving morning was the best. We woke up at the wee hours of the morning and borrowed a double jogging stroller and ran as a family the Gruene 5k Turkey Trot. It was a blast. Not that I "blasted" through the course, I am pretty sure I saw the numbers 4 and 0 when I ran under the timer, but hey, my first run since the baby was born :) But the weather was so pleasant, Porter was pushing both kiddos, passed me up halfway through it and about a dozen other dads (go P!) and was cheering me as I crossed the finish line. Porter says as long as we are in town on Turkey Day, we will always be running the Turkey Trot.

Christmas was actually in our own home this year and I must say- I think it was a hit. It was nice not to fight airport lines in overstuffed suitcases. We did miss the extended Robinson side of our family, but hope through this post convinces them to battle those travel demons and come here next year:)
Warning: The Christmas pictures are sparse and out of order- hard mananing the home, playing hostess and taking some snapshots- but wallah! (Rhett was the "black sheep" of the Christmas pageant. We are hoping his performance will get him promoted next year...)

The Christmas living room aftermath. I always love these scenes.

Hey Rhett: looks like Santa delivered!
I seem to remember Rhett's first Christmas- he got a book. My, things change.


First time cooking the Christmas meal, the pressure!

Es todo!