Happy Birthday PeyPey!

My little nephew is 13 years old today! I remember the day he was born. My sister was looking and feeling miserable Thanksgiving Day and then we got the call the next morning that PeyPey was on his way. I remember holding him and thinking he was pretty darn cute. I remember when his sister, Banna, was born and taking him to the hospital to see her, but not before we went to Chick-Fil-A. I remember when he was 7 or 8, he spent the night with me and Mr. A and threw up all over the place. I remember thinking that I did not want kids if that's what I had to deal with in the middle of the night. His voice has deepened over the last few months and it still freaks me out to talk to him on the phone because he sounds like a man instead of my little nephew.

PeyPey's so sweet and handsome and a great cousin. My boys love him to death and I'm glad they have him as a role model. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEYPEY!!

Pitiful

This is what a temperature of 103.4 looks like. He's feeling better now but was so pitiful Tuesday night. Poor baby.

Take Me Home...

Today at the doctor's office, a little girl (7? 8? at least old enough to know better) was staring at Tater. Actually stopped in front of us while her mom was distracted and just open-mouthed stared. I opened my eyes really big, raised my eyebrows and made sure she saw me, then she ran away. Not my proudest moment, sure, but I didn't feel so bad about it at the time. Rude little girl. And snarky me. Honestly, I shouldn't go out sometimes. :p

Tater has an ear infection. At least it's only that. But he's super pitiful and wants to be held and snuggled. I hate that he's sick but I'm loving the cuddling. He's usually too busy for that.

We had a blast in NY at the wedding. Heather was absolutely gorgeous and Matt cleans up pretty nice, too. I've honestly never been happier that two people tied the knot. Along with CC and TC, they're our oldest, bestest friends and we would have hated to have missed the event. We had a lot of fun hanging with CC and TC (we really have to make it a regular occurrence-it felt like old times). And we got the absolute best tour of Schenectady, NY, by Erin, tour guide extraordinaire. Seriously. She was all professional, right down to almost running people down in her jeep in order to ask them questions so we could get a feel for the local flavor. The local flavor thought we should go back to Alabama and couldn't spell their hometown. Riot. I laughed the whole weekend. And while I have to let you know about my very pretty and very lovely sister-in-law and the rest of our great family who made this trip possible, that will have to wait for a post in a couple of days. Tater's awake and needs me.

I will leave you with 2 words that sum up our experience in upstate NY: Cookie Puss

Look!!!

“Only good girls keep diaries. Bad girls don't have time.” - Tallulah Bankhead

I'll make this a mantra to make myself feel better about never blogging. I found a bunch of Tallulah Bankhead quotes and I think she and I would have gotten along quite nicely. Southern girls from the same hometown with feisty attitudes and all. I love to write this thing but I have a hard time thinking of things that other people might find interesting. I mean, do you really want to know that I'm really buzzing on coffee right now? Or that I'm getting good at doing planks in abs class? No, I didn't think so. So, let's get to the real reason you come here; the boys.

They were baptized at church yesterday. It was a nice service. I didn't really know what to expect since I come from a dunking-church background and the Methodists don't dunk but I thought it was very appropriate for where we are in our lives right now. Toser did not like it and Tater didn't care. Pretty much par for the course.

We rarely take Tater to church because he's a little rambunctious during the service and it's not easy to take him out. I usually go to the early service by myself, come home to cook breakfast then Mr. A takes Toser to the later service. Well, Tater proved to be very much an 19 month-old yesterday. He didn't like Toser sitting next to him and hit him for no reason. He was bored and started looking around making people laugh at him. He stuck a crayon in his mouth and got mad/loud when I took it out. He was so bad. Toser was an angel compared to him and that's funny. One of his therapists said Tater's really gotten into his own lately and that's the truth. He's always been stubborn and definitely has his own idea about things. Isn't it great? Now if we can only encourage that without creating a brat, we'll be good.

Poor Toser is getting a hellacious cold. He's stopped up and cranky, pitiful and whiny. He acts exactly like I do when I'm sick so I feel bad for him but also get frustrated with him that he can't suck it up. I mean, the cranky whining is my M.O. It's patented. I just hope the rest of us don't get what he has. Mr. A and I are going to NY Thursday for some of our bestest friends' wedding and we really don't want to miss it. Aunt Heather and Uncle Matt just can't get married without us there! Leeda and her boys are coming here today to stay with our boys and I would hate to send them back to SC with colds, too. Just keep your fingers crossed that Toser gets over this soon and no one else gets the germs. He really is pitiful and I won't want to leave him if he's still like this Thursday.

Public Service Announcement

No matter who you vote for, make sure you get out and vote! If you don't vote, you have no right to celebrate/complain on Wednesday morning. Or for the next 4 years for that matter. You don't want to have to be quiet for 4 whole years, do you? Lord knows I wouldn't (or couldn't).

Trick or Treat

Thought you would like to see our goblins. Toser was the same skeleton he was last year and Tater was BooBoo Chicken (I was kind of hoping he would freak out like Toser did in the chicken costume because those pictures are classic but, nope, he's a real chicken and ate it up). CC and LJ came by for little while before the night started and LJ was the cutest little LadyBug:

We started the night by going to Danica's house with lots of our friends and started the loot grabbing on her street. Toser was very serious about hitting all the houses but once someone would open the door, he could only mumble "Trick or Treat," and "Thank you." At least he was making a little effort. Tater really got into the whole thing. He got mad when people couldn't see him and then not put candy in his bag (as if he's going to eat it.) We pushed him around in his stroller and he just kicked his legs, being happy. He held his bag and only waved at people when we got back to our street and he knew the neighbors we saw. Now we have all this candy that we don't know what to do with. Want some? Free shipping!

Oh, and I forgot. Last week we went to a local Farmer's Market and they were having a little carnival with a bouncy slide and popcorn. Toser, of course, loved the slide and Tater got a little jealous so we thought, "Why not?" With a tag team effort and a few minutes off the vent, Tater got to go down the slide. He wasn't absolutely sure about it but at least he got the experience.

Aren't my boys handsome?