My little toddler...

Cash has been learning some new things, thanks to my mom, me, and his baby sitter. I know he is my son, and I have the all-too-typical motherly bias, but I think he is a pretty big smarty pants. Just sayin.

E

A little trip to Houston...

Cash and I took a quick trip to Houston, TX this past week to see Noah's parents and family. Noah was working in Arkansas, so it was just me and the 19 month old. I repeat. Me and a 19 month old. Alone. In a truck. On a 7 hour drive. And it couldn't have gone smoother. He was a champ during the drive to and from Houston. We didn't have to watch any movies or have any signs of crying or fit throwing. Cash turned out to be a true seasoned traveler.

It did make me realize the importance of planning for a long road trip without the aid and hands of another adult. I had to make sure there were three sippy cups filled with water because inevitably he would drop one. Or two. I had to make sure all snacks and books were within my reach so that I could pass them along to Cash when he wanted them. If something was dropped, it stayed there until we stopped. And to my surprise, there was no objection from Cash in that regard.

We left our house at 4:30 am to begin our adventure. Cash stayed awake for the first 45 min of the drive and fell asleep for the next 45 min. He woke up hungry around Denton, so we stopped at the all important Chick-fil-a. Or "chick-la" as Cash calls it. We got out, ate, and played for about 30 min and jumped back on the road.

The next thing we did was find every single cow or horse along the way and talk about them. And repeated it. Over and over and over and over (you get the picture). We also, for some reason, started looking for buffalo or butt-lo as Cash called them. That went on for about an hour until we stopped at Buckee's and found a small stuffed buffalo, which I quickly bought for a measly $4. Then back on the road to dance and sing and read books.

On the way home, mommy may or may not have passed up every Chick-fil-a on accident. So we stopped at the next best place for breakfast... Cracker Barrel. And Cash was labeled a "boy genius" by our waitress because of how good he was at the peg game. I was glowing with pride of course...
Cash and his cousin Owen enjoyed one of the many meals consumed during the week. Chili was maybe his favorite. As you can see, there was not a drop left on either plate...

Only in Houston can you go swimming in March. Wait. I stand corrected. Only in Houston can you go skinny dipping in March. It was cold. Not too cold, but pretty cold. "Butt" Cash didn't care (pardon the pun here). He didn't care how cold it was, he just wanted in the "poooool" and to play with the noodle or "noonle".

Wouldn't he make such a cute ring bearer (take note Casey)?? We went to a wedding while we were there and Cash made it his mission to pull not 1 but 2 cousins in this thing around the whole wedding grounds. Strong kid...

And then there was this. I really like this pic of us. Of course Cash has his annoyingly and elaborate grin in the picture, but it is a very good summary of our trip. No major melt downs with one happy mommy and one happy baby boy who just love to be around each other.

Love,

E

Just like his daddy...

It is no secret that every little boy loves to play outside and my little boy is no exception. I actually think I should say "boys" because Noah loves to be outside just as much as Cash does.

Anytime Noah is doing yard work Cash waddles his chubby legs outside and picks up right beside Noah. And I love it. I really do. It makes me so happy to see Cash wanting to do what his daddy does. Cash's chest swells with pride when he sees that he can do the same things as Noah.

This could rank as one of my fave pics of my boys...

Doing what every little boy should do at some point...

Mowing with the best of them...

Who doesn't love to pick weeds??

Love,

E

My little golfer

I know that I may be expressing some bias here, but I think he has pretty good form for 19

months... but what do I know??

Love,

E

The little things in life...

Cash is in a little phase right now where he really loves ice. So of course, the best ice around comes from Sonic. So Sonic ice is what Cash will have.

And really, what more could a kid his age ask for?? Watching Mickey Mouse while eating Sonic ice and basketball and football stickers... this kid has it made.

E

I'm back...

No reason, other than laziness, about why I haven't been blogging. So, there.

I thought it only fitting to blog about my special boy after a long hiatus, since he is the reason I even started this blog.

Dear Cash,

It is absolutely amazing and unimaginable how fast you are growing up. People would tell me all the time how fast time will fly once you have kids, but I didn't listen to them. Especially after the first 8 weeks when we were waking up a couple of times a night to eat. I thought those days would NEVER pass, but they did and here we are a year and a half later. A YEAR AND A HALF! Are you serious? Where did the time go? Where is my small chubby baby that used to cuddle with me for hours and hours? Where is my chubby baby boy who just started to sit up on his own in the living room? Where is my chubby (notice the one thing that hasn't changed is the chubbiness) baby who took his first steps ever straight towards me, as if to say "Mama, you are so important to me that I want to walk to you first!"

Now you are a toddler. A big boy that can tell me what he wants and isn't afraid to throw a good fit every now and then. A big boy that will repeat and say any word and that is beginning to show interest in potty training.

I can remember vividly wishing the days away where we were up during the night to eat. And now I can honestly say I miss them. Not so much that I will wake up two times a night to feed you, I enjoy my sleep thank you very much. But I will wake up earlier to go watch you sleep. And dream. And toss and turn. And talk in your sleep (which you already are doing. It's really funny.)

You are growing faster than I care to realize, but you are growing into an incredible little boy that is as stubborn as his mama and loud as his daddy. That loves babies and is genuinely concerned when he sees a little kid cry or get hurt.

I don't want you to grow up too quickly but I do get excited for the next stages in your life and my life as your mommy.

Love,

Mom