My 3 Year Old

This little boy is growing up too fast. Lately whenever I look at him all I see is how much he has changed. How tall he is, how he's shedding all his baby fat and of course losing his sweet little baby face. 

He was the BIGGEST stinker for this photo shoot, but I have managed to find a photographer here in Columbus who just snaps like crazy (love her). His totally awesome superman jacket was a non-planned Birthday present that I randomly found at Meijer for $5! Usually the jackets with the capes are just too expensive and I was so excited. There's really no need to mention this but he loves it. I love the look on his face when we are in public and strangers say things like "oh look it's superman!"

Sometimes I feel bad or guilty because when he was born I didn't cry immediately afterwards or get really emotional, until the night we took him home. I cried like crazy all the way home. That's not totally true because I did cry a little here and there at the hospital, but it was mainly when I would think about him growing up :(  I still tend to cry or get emotional when I think about how big he is getting, which is usually during his nap time. I don't know what it is about his sleeping little body that gets me so emotional. It does, however, explain why I have a million pictures of him sleeping. I'm sure it has something to do with his inability to snuggle or ever hold still.

This picture was tough for him to understand. He didn't quite realize what we were going for and of course he only wanted to get up to run around. 

D is for DAVIE!

I love how he loves to read. It melts my heart and I'm sad that its so tough to read to him now that Macy is here. We are trying to read to him more since we noticed we had been neglecting that aspect of our relationship with him. 

The coloring on this picture is so pretty. 

I didn't think any of these pictures were going to turn out, he was so busy and like I said being such a stinker. Too cheesy, too wiggly, never looking at the camera, etc, etc, etc.

A good smile.

Another tongue sticking out pic. Davie can technically count to ten. However he prefers to drive us nuts and act like its so hard and basically be a turd haha. 

I don't know what we are going to do when we move to Florida because I don't want to cut his hair and it might be a little hot to have his hair this long in the summer. I always thought if I had a boy I would want his hair short and spiked but his soft blonde hair makes him look like my baby. How can I cut it?!?

More silly faces.

He had a really tough time wearing two shirts to this photo shirt. He kept trying to take the plaid shirt off because he "didn't want to wear two shirts!" He also kept calling the overshirt a coat.

This is the book his great grandma gave him, it has a bunch of classic fairy tales in it with adorable pictures in it. 

Davie is still a slow and picky eater. He's like me though because I have noticed that if we give him any one food item too often I think he gets sick of it and will stop asking for it or wanting it... or eating it.

Davie has finally started showing some jealousy and regressed behavior now that Macy has become mobile. It's really funny to me that it's taken this long. Silly me I thought maybe we had skipped that ;) At least it's nothing dramatic, mostly just whining (the fake kind) and copying of Macy. Things like wanting sippy cups or baby snacks. 

It was VERY cold for this photo shoot. I felt bad that we didn't have him in a real coat, but it didn't slow him down so I'm sure he was fine. In photo shoots its all about the look right? 

Telling us about the story he is reading. 

I love his bright blue eyes, they hold SO much life. 

He kept looking up at the balloons, which was a little frustrating but this picture turned too good to complain. I love that the "modern" style of photography is candid. 

One of the things Davie has started telling me lately is that I'm pretty. He does so many sweet little things and I try to remember them when he is being naughty. Little boys are such a mixed bag of behaviors! And I should add emotions, little boys are plenty emotional.

When I look at this picture, aside from his little nose and cheeks, the first things I see are his chubby little fingers. It's one of the features that are slowly leaving his body and I'm really trying to soak him up before he's an actual kid. 

Just chillaxing

This post would't be complete without at least one sentimental story about this little boy. It's no secret that he LOVES people and like all little kids he can get too silly and become a little obnoxious. A little while ago we went to dinner with a bunch of people and Davie starting really getting in someone's personal space. I asked him multiple times to stop, sit down, talk to someone else, etc. You name it I asked, suggested, begged, pleaded. I finally just picked him up (rather roughly) and took him into the other room because I was so mad at him for ignoring me.

 I had been planning on getting him in big trouble, but when I looked down and very sternly asked him why he wasn't listening or behaving, he got these tear huge tears in his eyes. It pierced my heart, and he went on to tearfully tell me that he just wanted to talk to so-and-so. He was so sad! And it hit me, he wanted so badly to be a part of what was happening that he just couldn't control himself. I remembered how difficult it was for me to fit in on OH so may occasions growing up (when I was really little, all the way up until recently). So instead of disciplining I gave him a big hug and said I was sorry that he didn't get to talk to who he wanted to. We had a rare moment where he sat on my lap hugging me and I held him. It was so sweet and I am so thankful that I didn't rush to punishment because being little can be so tough when all you want is to be included so badly. I was able to feel such a deep love for him and pride in myself for controlling my temper. 

If you can't tell his is screaming at the top of his lungs in this picture. Did I mention it was really cold? He did a great that day anyways. 

The sweetest face I know. 

In this picture we asked him to scream, he gladly obliged. 

This One Time We Went to Florida

So a little while ago David and I went to Florida to look at homes, by ourselves, sans the babies! 

We waited too long to check into our flight so we didn't get to sit together; however the flight was non-stops so at least it was short. The whole trip was AMAZING and I am just that much more convinced that we need to try to do some kind of a getaway (even if it's super cheap) once a year ~always. Its so weird how little we really did, but how much fun we had just being ALONE together. We joked that it was our way of making up for not hardly spending any one on one time with each other over the last year. Like a 7 day mega date. 

This car is called a Spark, and I used to own a car just like it (not a hatchback) back when it was called an Aveo. When we went to pick up our rental car, we had no idea what kind of car we would be getting, this little car passed us. I laughed as I thought about how tiny the car was and how small it would be to have my six foot two husband in it. Then sure enough the lady took us right to it. 

Economy Rental=Tiny

The temperature upon our arrival was definitely agreeable. This is a good time to mention that my mother was experiencing a snowpocolypse in Columbus, a city she had never visited before, alone with both of our kids.... whoops. Could not have planned that any better (sarcasm). 

We took the first day to drive around and spy on the houses we were interested in, since we had an appointment with our relator and the builder the next day. When we went to Chili's we had to park between these cars. We thought it was funny because you have the smallest version of a Ford sedan that was red, then the smallest Chevy (also in red) then the same car in black. We stayed our first night in a stinky musty hotel because it was SUPER cheap because that is what we are all about. This is a good place to mention that this whole trip was only possible because I got a random call from a company who sells time shares and got a sweet deal on our rental car, a condo to stay in and park hopping tickets to Universal (which would NOT have happened otherwise). Our trip was longer than the condo time we were given though so that's where our musty but classy 3 star hotel stay comes in. 

On our trip to Publix I saw this in their entrance. I don't know why it made me so happy but it did. It was like seeing an old friend. O T-town you will always hold a place in my heart. 

I like Publix, it reminds me of Kroger, but it seems a bit more expensive so I'll have to price it out a little when we get there. I'll blog more about the housing dealeo later, but we finished the house hunt on our second day with our first relator visit. Whole trip=done in one day! (sigh of relief)

This was the real reason why I enjoyed our stay so much. There is nothing like a girl and her favorite ice cream. This is a good moment to shamelessly (or rather not so shamelessly) admit that we ate a gallon and a half of ice cream during our 7 day visit. Between my beloved bear claw, that Kroger no longer carries (for whatever reason), and the Blue Bell we could NOT resist. Did I mention we found our house our second day there? Yea that made more time for ice cream too. 

The hair cut you see with me holding the ice cream above, I actually gave to myself. I didn't like it. I got compliments on it but I hated it. I'm going through a phase. In Florida I managed to convince David to go with me so I could get it cut... again... for the 3rd time... that month. At first he was like "yea, no"; however, he's been less than thrilled with my constant talk of getting a pixie cut so I managed to convince him that it would be fun and that he could take the scissors away from the stylist if things got to short. He agreed and I think it actually was enjoyable to be together for that. In our normal lives this would have never happened. I'm still not in love with the cut, but that is a story for another blog post. 

I went to my first teppanyaki restaurant, also courtesy of the time share deal.

Did I mention that we got free Universal tickets? Yup we did. Last May when we went it was HOT already and Diagon Alley had not yet opened. This time when we went the weather was AH-MAZing! Seriously we enjoyed ourselves like no other. 

Enjoying some fun time after all of our one day of hard work. 

12 Grimauld place

Hogwarts Express

Diagon Alley!

Going to Universal off season and for free made the ENTIRE time we spent there so incredibly chill. We enjoyed the crap out of it. 

Joke shop

And of course there was Butterbeer. We only ended up going to Univeral two times because of parking costs and because of the fact Escape from Gringotts was closed both times. It was the only ride we REALLY wanted to go on since we had already been on all the others and recently. The ride had to be closed for off season maintenance, which was very lame. It was really weird to feel so happy about only going twice, I definitely felt like we got our money's worth though. 

 The rest of the time we drove around and looked at things. Wednesday was our design center appointment (more about that later) and thats really about all we did besides our dating binge, which mostly consisted of eating out together. I'd love to say those meals were in silence because we didn't have the kiddies, but you can't forget who David married :D I gladly filled the quite, and had many a good conversation with David.

My last name alma mater on a mug. I just made that up please don't tell me it's wrong it made sense in my head and that's all that matters.

Last, but definitely NOT least, I have a great story about how our time share hard sale went. If you are still reading this lucky you because it's funny, or at least we certainly thought so. We got an older man, tough life, smoker, Easterner, married to an expensive New York lady, has 3 daughters. He was telling us "if you move to Orlando you don't want people to visit you so if you have a time share then you can have them visit there instead". It made me laugh because we DO want people to stay with us and that is a HUGE reason why we got the house that we did. Then while touring the time share condo he brings David and I into the master bedroom and after closing the door behind us he says "what do you see?" we mumbled our answers with whatever because we had already realized he was a little different from us. He then cut us off by exclaiming, rather loudly, "Privacy! I'm not going on vacation to not have sex with my wife!" Awwwkward and uh eewww! Oh man and that wasn't all he did. The hard sale was only supposed to last 120 min and he went over, we felt like we were there forever. Right as we were finally getting to leave and had told them we weren't going to buy anything (which we told him from the VERY beginning) he says "I guess I'll go home and kick my dog in the nuts!" Like I said he was so full of charm and this is where I'll leave you. 

Wicked

This post is a long time coming and let's face it no one probably really even cares anymore, BUT here I am writing about it anyways. In May after we (our graduated siblings and our family) all went to Disney World, David's mom planned a couple of days for us in New York City to see two Broadway shows and do a little sight seeing. I was actually not looking forward to this potion of the trip. At the time I really wished we didn't have to re-pack AFTER going to Disney and accumulating more stuff only to fly to NYC and stay in a smaller hotel. Add my fear of flying two more times (it was actually 4 because of the layovers) with a little boy who had been throwing up every flight and I was actually quite irritated. I know, I know I was literally complaining about my blessings and opportunities but packing two kids around on airplanes and in big cities is not ideal. Not to mention the fact that I really don't care that much about big cities like New York.

So there I was annoyed all the way around and to top it off my MIL had bought tickets for us to see Wicked... ugh, I was like wut ev! The tickets are free right? The reason behind me being so negative was varied. I'm a little bit of a reverse culture kind of person. When skinny jeans became popular I didn't like them, so I didn't wear them for quite some time. When flats became popular I hated them forever (I still can't believe they are as popular as they are it's been like 10+ years). Some of it is just to not follow other people and some of it is because I genuinely don't like MANY of the "new" trends at first.

 Wicked has a similar story for me. I won't go into vast details but during High school in drama class there were people I liked and others that I did not for any number of reasons. When wicked came out it was huge! Some of the kids I did not like had gone to NYC to see it, some with their families and some for a Drama club field trip. Either way there were girls that loved the show that I did not like and they talked about it all the time. You could say I was experiencing a bit of transference. I didn't like these girls and I was transferring that dislike to Wicked. 

Going into the show I had low if not almost no good expectations, I was sure I was not going to like it. I should also add that stories, movies and TV shows today often love to have the "twist" in the plot be the "bad" guy is actually a "good" guy and the "good" guy is actually a horrible person. I don't like that. I think it's confusing and that many times our culture does that to make kids think that bad people are not actually bad. To a point this is appropriate because black and white situations are not common, but not the way our society portrays it nowadays. I was sure the show was going to be about how horrible the wicked witch of the West was and yet somehow she was also simultaneously the "good" guy. 

Totally random- Look! It's Roy! This add was in our playbill and I was totally wishing we could go see it!

Brian and Anna (they liked it too)

I'm pretty sure there are only about 3 people reading this post still. So I am going to go end this quickly without talking about the plot other than to say I did not feel like wicked did this. For those of you who have seen it you know what I mean and for those of you who haven't... well you SHOULD definitely see it. I LOVED the show. I thought it was great! I loved the music, the characters the story and I even cried a little at the end. I was so glad I went! Thank goodness for a Mother in law who forces you to do things (Haha I'm kidding ;). This literally ended up being my favorite part of the whole trip. Who'da thought?!

Moral of the story? Try new things. Wow, you would think I had learned that by now.