How generous Auntie Lisa, Unca Chuck, & Kit Kat were to give Dylan the movie Madagascar for Christmas! Now, we are asked by the Dyl to watch it at least once a day! Thanks y'all... you just wait till Kit Kat's a little older, and then I'll get ya! Good thing this movie's funny! Here's a video of Dylan dancing (his version, of course) to the unfortunately all-too-catchy song from the movie, "I Like to Move It."
Check out this SI article about Olympic Snowboarder, Kelly Clark. As she competed last week, she listened to David Crowder's Oh Praise Him. She didn't medal this year, but it looks like she knows what's really important in this life!
not that you can tell by the temperatures here in Central Ohio, but certainly because today marks the start of my favorite season... BASEBALL. Today, the pitchers and catchers for the Houston Astros reported for Spring Training. Everyone that is except for Roger Clemens who will appear in the World Baseball Classic in March. The Astros will host the Indians on March 2 to open their Spring Training schedule, but the real race for the pennant will begin April 3 when the Astros meet the Marlins at home.
Something tells me I'll miss Opening Day this year... it's probably this little person who keeps kicking me night and day! But hopefully, I'll get to see these guys this summer when they hit Pittsburg, Chicago, or Cincinnati!
Let's play ball!
I've been trying hard lately to teach Dylan what it means to obey. When he fails to listen to us, we tell him that he needs to "Obey Mommy" or "Obey Daddy," but at 2 1/2 years old, this message sinks in very slowly. With consistency, it does sink in though, and this week he proved to me he's learning the concept while making me laugh so hard.
On Thursday, we came home from bible study. While I was in another room, Dylan let Riley out of his crate, and the two of them were hanging out in the kitchen. I heard Dylan say "Uh oh! Uh oh!" --- a sound you never really like to hear coming from a toddler. I went into the kitchen to find Riley digging in the trash can and Dylan standing watch. I told Riley to listen up and get out of the trash can. Dylan, who was standing next to me, added "Aiiee, obey mommy! Obey Me!"
The very next day, we went to the grocery store for our weekly shopping trip. We passed a women who was pushing a buggy with kids hanging off every side. Her kids were running all around and getting into everything, and she kept telling them to get back to the buggy and be quiet. As we passed by, Dylan looked down at the boys who were misbehaving and said "Obey! Obey your mommy!" I pushed our cart very quickly past them, but not without chuckling to myself and thinking "He's really starting to understand what it means to obey!"
Only 10 weeks till Baby #2 makes his or her debut! Well... at least that's what it would be in theory, but we all know that things can happen. If this baby chooses to be like his older brother, he just may show up quite a bit early. So far, this pregnancy is going very well. Of course, it is not without the usual aches and pains of the third trimester, but really they are nothing to write home about it (or in this case, blog about). One thing I have learned (and suspected all along) is that it is entirely more pleasant to be 7 months or so along in Central Ohio in the winter than it is to endure your third trimester basking in the intense heat of Houston in the summer!
Well... this has to be one of the worst quality ultrasound pictures I've ever seen, but it's all I've got right now! Enjoy for now, and we'll get better shots later.
All my life I've wanted a front porch. We sort of had one when I was growing up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and I remember sitting out on the porch drinking iced tea (always sweet in the south, mind you) and watching the neighbors go by. It was a place where we sat and talked and watched the day begin or end.
Once I moved away from home, the front porch became difficult for me to come by. In Texas, I had a beautiful, brick house, but it only had a front "step". Here in central Ohio, I have a charming little cape cod, but it only has a front "stoop". The front porch seems only a dream to me, or perhaps more accurately, a state of mind.
So, welcome to my front porch --- a place where our family shares a little bit of what is going on in our lives and where we'd love to hear about yours.
