Death Row

I promised a friend that if she ever stopped drinking coffee that I would stop drinking caffeine. Stupid me. She finally decided that tomorrow is the day she is done. Forever. And she announced it today. A days notice is all she gave me! I was hoping she wouldn't remember the deal we had made (because she's old), but she did. What have I done? I'm so sad. So I'm sitting here on my couch drinking the last bottle I will ever have. I'm going to have a debilitating headache tomorrow and Wednesday, then I'll be fine. But I'll still miss the taste and burn every day. There is nothing better than a Coke from McDonalds and the burn as it goes down. Ahhhhh.  This is a cheap excuse... but coke kind of reminds me of my mom. That's one reason I have such a high regard for it.

 But really it's an addiction. 

Jerk.

Goodbye old friend. 

Help Me Justify This:

I want these shoes for Wilson. Really bad. 

I just feel like $32 for a kid shoe is pretty steep. I love them though. LOVE THEM. I figure each kid can wear them and they can just get passed on down, even if I have a girl. I would totally make my little girl wear them, after-all I dressed Wilson in a pink Polo shirt. So gender boundaries don't mean much to me. However: how dirty would an 18 month get these shoes? Would Wilson trash them within the 5 months that he's able to wear them? I need answers.

Oh yeah, and Christmas happened.

Oh dear, look at that hair... He really looks like a different person. 

looking at stuffs from his stocking...

He played with the slinky for .2 seconds before breaking it. But those were some glorious .2 seconds.

Yes... I forgot all the details about Christmas. But he's got cute green PJ's and he's too young to remember it anyways. This was my lame attempt. 

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.