mr. dick

so I ran into an old acquaintance yesterday. I guess you could call him that. I can actually say things like, "10 years ago" now that I am 28. Well I don't think I've seen this man for 10 years! I was at a church dinner and was just walking towards the exit with my running-around-greeting-everyone-like-a-politician-no-nap-yet-"3"-year-old and a baby on my hip that was an hour and a half past his two hour afternoon nap when I feel a tap on my arm. Just a gentle, get my attention tap, and I stop...of course the "3" year old continues on. And I am standing face to face with an older man who I do not recognize. I am a person who rarely forgets a face and remembers everyones names, whether I really know them or not. The conversations goes like this:
Man: Do you remember me?
Me: Remember you? or Recognize you?
Man: both
Me: I guess not...should I?
Man: Yes, my name is Richard Phillips
Me: (gasp) Oh, wow! Of course I remember you, but I did NOT recognize you
Man: I am one-third the man I was
Me: Well, and just how did you do that? (wondering why the heck I asked and praying to god he wasn't going to answer cancer or something awful)
Man: I joined Weight Watchers!
Me: Wow, you look great. Good for you
Man: Thanks
Me: I am surprised you remembered me!
Man: Well I never forget a pretty face
Me: Oh, I thought that it was because I was one of your best students
Man: ba-haa, haa, haa (with his head in the air and walking away)

Well-for those of you that remember History at RRCC, you remember Mr. Dick! After 10 years he remembered me...I wished I could have told him more, but I didn't...things like; that's where I developed my stalking-of-my-future-husband-stage, where I got a C in History because I wasn't too overwhelmed to remember simple facts I was just to immature to care, where I made some great friendships, and that I wished I hadn't called him "Mr. Dick" behind his back because he really was a great teacher and a smart, smart man.

Watch Me Grow

Here is the latest in the Watch Me Grow Series. 7 Months and happy! Check out those teeth. He currently has 2 top and 3 bottom with another bottom coming up real soon. He is officially crawling. We knew he wasn't too far from it, but now when he sees something he wants, he is off and can get it. One day he was crawling and the next he went straight to pulling himself up. He gets on either both knees or one knee and one foot. I was sort of hoping this one would just sit for the first year but it doesn't look like I am going to get my way. Is it all happening at warp speed or is it just me? Doesn't seem like that long ago we just came home from the hospital and were all tucked in for the remainder of the winter...

My little Yoda

So this post is for Godfather Jon...and in hindsight I see the resemblance. Emmitt looked like Yoda when he was born.


Jon actually said to Bear, something like "your kid looks like Yoda".
Bear didn't tell me right away and when he did, I asked "whose Yoda"?
He says, "you know the green guy from Starwars".
Still confused I didn't think that much of it, since I haven't seen an episode, ever.


Some people think all babies are cute. Most are, but not all, and even looking back, Emmitt maybe wasn't all that cute when he was first born. I can say this, because I am his mom, and now he is flat out adorable!

But being stuck in the birth canal for 3 days he came out a little (okay a lot) banged up. He was swollen across the eyebrow area with a huge ridge on his head. Both his eyes were blood shot in the corners from the pressure of hanging upside down and half out! And his nose was smashed and swollen. Here are a few pics in case you forgot...

Our little Yoda
Blood shot eyes, poor baby

A little old man or Yoda?

Of course for Halloween, Emmitt will be...who else? But Yoda~a VERY cute Yoda

At the Park

We are trying to take as much advantage of the nice cool nights these days. If it's not raining we are out for a stroller ride and usually that means a stop at the park. The boys have always been so good in the stroller that it makes it really easy to get buckled in and go. Once in awhile Parker thinks he should be able to ride his bike next to us while we walk but we usually bribe him with a snack to get in. If I am not walking with my mom, I am with Regan. The kids play well together at the park and the babies are usually sleeping. This trip, Emmitt snoozed in the stroller the whole time. We pick apples out of the Pastors tree for the kids to eat on the ride home...don't think he'll mind us stealing?! Sometimes we use Auntie Tammy's potty. But mainly it is nice to get out of the house because for now it's still easy...in 3 months (okay maybe 1) we will be struggling with boots, mittens, and jackets. I am sweating just thinking about getting 2 kids dressed and out the door by 7:45. Ugh.

Brooks happened to be awake this trip...those blue eyes are beautiful!
Maybe next summer he'll actually be able to reach...

He absolutely loves to swing. He finally caught on this summer to the "pumping" of the legs to keep himself going. I do however have to chant it in the background. Kick, bend, kick, bend...

Oh and all those curls. It's not even a shade of red, it's orange and it is hair that most women would kill for! Not to mention the porcelain skin and a set of baby blues to complete a beautiful little girl. People still ask Regan if the curls are real. I told her to start answering "nope, she sits still for 2 hours each morning while I fix it" but she won't...
She's pouting in the picture, but she's really thinking here...she couldn't get the digger to work for her. It's kind of a "humph?" look.
Still trying to figure it out...plain and simple, they aren't strong enough to operate both levers. So between the two of them they figured if one sat on it and tried and the other sat in the sand beneath it they could help eachother...that was until mommy's noticed the extremely heavy and sharp metal scoop at the end of the digger coming really close to their heads and detoured them onto the slide.