I think I can now fully express…

how much this kid loves cheese.

This dinner involved a cheese sauce. First, he cleaned his plate. Then…..

Well, you get the idea.

“Waste not, want not. Right, mom?”

A previously unknown benefit of semi-transparent plates.

“I’ll do anything! I’ll change my own diapers until I’m potty trained for 5 more minutes with the plate!”


Payne comes up with a far less strenuous use for Engineering textbooks.

“Hey Dad, can I see that book over there? I want to figure out how to heat up my own muffins in the morning.”

“Oh man. Heat transfer is a little more tedious than I thought.”

“I think I’ll just do some pilates while watching The Simpsons instead.”

"Got its"

So Payne has discovered pockets, which he calls “got its”.

He looooves to shove stuff in them now, particularly contraband, like MY keys. He obsesses over arranging the keys with just my car key in his “got it” and the rest of the keys dangling out. This is precisely how I carry mine.

A charming detail of this discovery, is that he has to pull his shirt up past nipple level to find his pants pockets, which he did over and over again in church last week. heh heh.

Payne vogueing with his stylin’ vest “got its”.

He calls it his “bess”. We like to call it his Macgruber vest.

Even I don’t understand our family sense of humour, at times.

Happy Thanksgiving, a day late.

I hope everyone had a great Turkey day. Ours was exceptionally lazy and pretty great.

First, Dan deep fried a turkey and my parents and Emily and Eric came over to help us eat it. I’d never had turkey fried before, and it was really juicy and flavorful. Yay Dan! I told him earlier in the week if he didn’t make it back from his business trip by Thanksgiving I’d be taking my parents out for chinese food.

Then, Payne fell in love with Emily and Eric and spent the rest of the day like this.

I’m not kidding. He was either asleep or like that from 2:00pm to 7:30pm. I think he sensed that they were the original gifters of the beloved Puppy, and wanted to show his gratitude and dedication.

While Payne worshipped at the altar, the rest of us watched three football games in a row, and had velveeta and rotel dip for dinner. It doesn’t get much better than that!

Happy Birthday to my weeblet!

I can’t explain the nickname. It just happened. I’m sorry Payne.

It’s amazing how much has changed in two years.

He’s made an amazing journey fromĀ a sweet squishy little ball of baby, to an amazing little boy!

We are so lucky to have an awesome, healthy wee dude in our lives. I thank God for that every day.

Since we already had Payne’s party, and Dan was out of town for work, I was a little worried that the boy’s 2nd birthday would be kind of a bummer. So, I devised a master plan to make the day fun.

Step one: A candle in his morning “munnin” (muffin).

Step two: A trip to Toys R Us to “pick out” a toy with a gift card from his great grandparents. In other words, I perused while he played with a toy cell phone that I pulled off of a shelf so his head wouldn’t explode. Then, I tossed in some play wood that he was too little for when we got it with a play set last year.

Here he is enjoying the spoils.

Step Three: A lunch involving both sausage and cheese. This would thrill anyone, right?

He saw me making it and was anxiously waiting for it to get done.

Step Four: A dinner of macaroni and cheese out with Granny and Pappy. He took his new drill and his old drill. I must say, he does a pretty good Rambo impression.

And then, he got the very best birthday present of all. Daddy came home!!!

Dear Barnes and Noble,

Thank you.

From the bottom of my heart, I bless your sweet corporate soul for providing a single building that contains both a place to acquire espresso based beverages and an absorbing toddler toy.

So absorbing in fact, Payne located and pulled up a “chair”.

Sipping a seasonally flavored latte and watching my son enjoy himself was so very pleasant, I’ll choose to overlook your not so covert placement of alluring toys amphitheater style around the only free attraction.


A caffeine addicted and desperate to get out of the house average suburban Mom.