That is what Deacon would shout at me if he knew the words. When we feed him with a spoon, he grabs onto it for dear life and insists on feeding himself-which is very, very messy with yogurt! Yesterday, I let him have at it. He had to have a bath afterwards!
Ready for a stroller ride! Look at those dirty socks......he likes to play in the dirt. And I'm a good mom, so I let him.
Lola was glad to be at the park!
Deacon thought swinging with Daddy was hilarious!
Lola took this picture of Deacon's feet. He has the chubbiest little baby feet and until now we have not been able to find a pair of shoes that he would wear without screaming when we put them on. He likes his clogs, though! He is taking more and more steps every day.
First off, I have three things to say.
1. What you are about to read is some of the randomness that circulates in my brain daily, hourly, etc...
2. I frequently work 7pm-1am, and therefore am left to my own devices at 1am, in my van, husband and kids at home asleep, no phone ringing, no one awake to talk to........
3. I am a chocoholic
Let me tell you something fundamental about milkshakes. Specifically, chocolate milkshakes, because I don't believe I have ever tried or want to try any other kind of milkshake. Milkshakes are not to be consumed casually. They aren't a leisurely beverage that you sip because you need something refreshing. When I drink a milkshake, specifically, a chocolate milkshake, it is out of pure necessity. Why else would I consume, like, 1,000 calories in one sitting? Because I need it!
Last week, I needed chocolate. Badly. I decided in my evil little mind before even leaving work that I was going to stop at (where else at 1 am?) the 24 hour McDonald's that is dangerously close to my residence. Being the calorie counter that I am, I ordered a medium chocolate shake. 
Thank you, Whataburger, for maintaining your shake machine so that those of us with a pathological addiction to milkshakes, specifically chocolate milkshakes, can have one whenever we want. Even at 1:30 am.
Updo for an opinionated, active 3 year old with very fine hair: 
Afternoon of tea with favorite cousin,
and Great-Grandmother...........
Priceless. Deacon turned 11 months old today, and to celebrate, he took his first steps! I was only able to catch a little of it in the video above. (Please excuse my annoying screeching in the video!)
Our 11 month old is also babbling a lot more, saying "Lala" and "Mama." He LOVES to play in the kitchen and drag stuff out of the cabinets and drawers. He still claps his hands all the time, and waves "hi" and "bye-bye." I am always afraid to talk about his sleeping patterns, for fear that it will jinx me, but he has been sleeping longer stretches. In the mornings he will crawl up to Lola, lay his head on her, and say "Ohhhhh" like he is hugging her. It's very sweet. He is still a sweet, loveable little baby, but is fast turning into a little boy. We love him so much.
Lola is grumpy, grumpy girl when we wake her up for school and church. Ironically, when we let her wake up on her own, it is usually early and she is happy and ready to start the day. Go figure!
What a sad face!
That's better!
My kids are so much fun right now! They enjoy each other and will play for awhile everyday. Actually, it is Lola playing and Deacon follows her around, but they are both having a great time.
When I take a shower, I put Deacon in his pack'n play, which is in our bedroom. Lola stays in the room with him also. Today when I came out of the bathroom, she announced that she was "making a float for the baby parade." She took every blanket and pillow she could find in the house and put them in and on the pack'n play.
Deacon enjoyed the baby parade!
This girl is so silly!
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