Jazz-ity Game

We went to the Jazz game tonight and decided to take Wilson with us this time. He has come with Ryan to watch me play soccer before and has been really good about just sitting and watching so we thought we'd try it out. They played the Houston Rockets. The first half was swell. Wilson just sat on dad's lap and ate a hot dog with him. 

(this picture was before the game waiting at the train depot for some friends)

Ryan wanted to take him out and walk with him a little bit during half time so I watched the awful choreographed martial arts kids 'dance' to Bon Jovi and not break their boards.... When Ryan finally came back Wilson was wearing this...

Now I'll admit, he looks adorable in the jersey. But I couldn't believe he paid the amount he did for a Jersey that Wilson can wear for another couple of months. Lets just hope I have a family of boys that we can pass this on to. 

In the end the Jazz lost because Al Jefferson fouled a Rocket player with 6 seconds left which allowed them to pull ahead by one. Stupid foul too, if you're going to foul someone they better NOT make the shot. But alas, it was a total let down. Because the game was so close it got really loud and I was worried for poor Wilson's ears. I hope I didn't cause any permanent damage. 

And this is just because he's cute.

What Have I Done?

Look at that fantastic hair. It was long, in his eyes, mullet-y, and adorable. I loved it and I said I would never cut it...

And then I got peer pressured by my husband to buzz it. Sad day. My Bunco group told me that it would grow in thicker if I buzzed it, Ryan honed in on that info and MADE be buzz it. I tried to leave it long on the top with a mohawk, but he wouldn't let me. He's mean. Now I just have to wait until it grows back and I'm NEVER cutting it again. EVER. 

 Most people says he looks older... I just cry when I look at him. I don't really, but I was REALLY sad for those first couple of days. (and Wilson, I'm sorry if you read this in the future and you feel bad about yourself... I still love you)

Oh Wait, he had a Birthday!

Way back last year this guy turned ONE!! I wanted to do a Mr. Man party because if you remember I think mustaches are hilarious on babies. So I put together a small little party for the guy that included mustache cupcakes, ties, and mustache party favors. Simple, but fun.

The guy didn't really 'dive' into his cake. He just kind of poked at it. I had to cut in open and shove it in his mouth to get him to start eating it. Even then, he just ate the chocolate mustache decorations. I won't show you a picture of the cake because it was embarrassing. I had grand plans for a mustache cake, but I didn't fully think it through. I didn't realize that mustaches don't have a whole lot of detail to them. So once I cut out the basic shape I realized I had nothing else to really do. But I pushed on and decided to ask Ryan's opinion on the color of the mustache and he suggested red. Well, red turned out to be a pukey salmon color and looked more like lips. So to fix it I decided to go brown... which turned a dark green... making the cake look like a pine tree. Lame. So I threw some extra chocolate mustaches (which also looked like ornaments) and we went on our way. Cake story: done. 

 This is the cupcake stand. It's hard to see how awesome they are, but trust me. Also, notice the tie under the stand. 

And this is my friends baby that is just 2.5 months younger than Wilson. He's a big guy and even out weighs Wilson by a couple of pounds. I can't wait until they can really interact and start to be friends, because at this point really all they did was sit and stare. And look at what a hipster my kid is in that shirt.... SWEET.

Freaked

Wilson had a hard day today. Really, I had a hard day today. It included me having a break-down in front of Wilson's crib manifested by bawling on the floor. That's a different story though, not what I came to write about.

So tonight we put him down for bed and I was watching TV out in the front room. A while later I started hearing scratching from somewhere. Ryan was gone walking the dogs so I was all alone. I thought it was the neighbors at first doing something in their back yard. Then it kept happening. Then I started hearing knocking. It sounded like it was coming from the back wall in our house so I started to get a little freaked out.

Another backstory: When Wilson was just barely born I had my own Mitchell from Modern Family experience where I thought I heard someone out in the front room and then go into his room on the baby monitor. Well, I was so freaked out that I didn't even get out of bed to save my son. I was too freaking scared to GET OUT OF BED and save my son. I know, WOW. To be fair, I was sleep deprived and had convinced myself that I was hallucinating the sounds... But let's just say that I was relieved when (after I had gone back to sleep) he woke up crying and hungry a few hours later.

And we're back. recap: I was home alone, scared that someone was in my backyard/house and going to kill me... The knocking continued, then I realized it was coming from the baby monitor. Well, I didn't want to have another Mitchell moment so I got up the courage to open the door to Wilson's room and check on him even though he had been quiet for an hour. Well, apparently (although he had not made a sound for the last hour) he had gotten bored in the dark and had stuck his foot out of the back side of the crib and was kicking the wall.... I walked over to him and he just smiled, eyes wide open. What a brat.

Conversations Between Parents

Let me set the scene:

I'm doing the dishes at the sink with the dishwasher open next to me. Ryan is at the stove. Wilson is at the open dishwasher taking out the silverware and dropping it on the floor. He then takes out a knife and drops it on my foot.

Lacee: "Ow! Ryan!!"

He rushes over and gets Wilson before he has any more accidents.

Lacee: "This is Ryan's parenting technique, (said with zero conviction) 'Wilson. Don't. Stop'."

Ryan: "Well your parenting technique goes, 'Ryan! Come and get him!'"

Nice. I'm a horrible parent.

Adventures in Humility

I'm a fairly athletic person. Was. I was a fairly athletic person. But since I've had Wilson I've put on a "few" extra pounds and haven't really worked out hard. I've gone running, and walking, and played volleyball a few times, but those are pretty easy sports to pick up. I grossly underestimated the difficulty of soccer.

A friend I used to work with at Home Depot put on Facebook that she was looking for some more girls to play soccer in her co-ed team. I played  in 4th grade... seems like a good fit, right? She assured me that she hadn't played soccer in about as long, and she was also really out of shape so I would still be welcome.

I had my first game yesterday. I assure you, I was amazing. But not really. The part that I keep thinking about and just laughing is: As soon as I got in I would start running and not kidding... my upper body would get ahead of me and I would fall over. This happened FIVE times.... in about two minutes. It was quite embarrassing. Let me reiterate that NO ONE was near me... I just started running towards the ball, and I would fall over. This left my knees pretty scraped up.

I somewhat got the hang of it after those first few minutes. Running I mean. But soccer really isn't a sport that you can be good at without practice. Plus it was probably the most athletic activity I could have tried to start with since having Wilson.

Although I'm not very good, and I can't run fast anymore, and I can barely stay on my feet, I had a lot of fun. And I look forward to my games every Monday night from her on out.

Handyman

My miserable, horrific house was broken again. And neither or I are very handy. I like to pretend like I am, but Ryan would much rather just call someone to fix it. Our dead bolt broke the other day and I couldn't open the door. It was pretty ghetto for a bit there. People that came over had to come in through the garage. Classy. I really didn't want to call a lock smith to come fix it because I really thought dead bolts would be a pretty easy change out. 

So with the help of the one Jones (but really James) who showed me how to take the old one out, I went to Lowes and bought me a new dead bolt! And installed it myself!! 

Is it weird how happy things like this make me?