Out to Lunch

I mean that literally. Although I won't hold it against you if you thought I was referring to myself and my scatter brain. The lucky baby was able to accompany me on a few work-related things and in the midst of it we decided to partake in a family lunch.



Our restaurant adventures go swimmingly when the little guy chooses to sleep through them! It is great because it means not only do we get out of the house and have a little human interaction but also that I can eat something more than a Pop-Tart. Brown sugar and cinnamon. None of that strawberry stuff. Those things are gross. It's amazing how little time there is to eat during the day when you have a newborn. If you take advantage of naps to make yourself some food there is absolutely no way you will have time to wash clothes (approximately 200 baby-related loads per day in addition to big person laundry), wash bottles, vacuum, feed animals, take a shower, etc. (yes, I am aware of how incredibly exciting my life is). But if you go out to lunch you not only get to eat food someone else prepares and cleans up but you get to completely avoid the before-mentioned tasks. You know, that whole out of sight out of mind thing.

Anyway, the only problem is that so many restaurants have TVs. And on those TVs they are often tuned into ESPN. Which means I pretty much eat by myself as David stares at his true love....sports. And on a day like today that is a problem because it results in this:


A distraught hubby because football season is over.

:)

Super Bowl

Because I’m not terribly awesome, I only have one picture from the Super Bowl festivities. And you just saw it.

And I wouldn’t even have this picture if the host of the shindig we attended hadn’t snagged my camera and taken it! Pathetic.
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Equally as pathetic? The fact that my husband is wearing his t-shirt from when the Carolina Panthers were in the Super Bowl seven years ago. Did you hear me? SEVEN. It’s fine though, they were pretty close to being in the Super Bowl again this year. So close that they now have the first pick in the draft. And while my husband curses me for knowing what an ottoman is, I do the same to him for knowing what the NFL Draft is…. it’s why we work, folks.

Sleepy Hippo

We have a very sleepy little hippo on our hands!



He must have had a very relaxing bath....



...and happy dreams!



Hey! I'm awake! I was just resting my eyes...



Aaaaaand back out.



Cute feet!!

First Outing!

Exactly one week ago today we took the little guy on his first official outing. As you can see, he was super excited about the whole thing! We planned a very extravagant afternoon to make his first out-of-the-house-and-inside-another-building a wonderful adventure for him!



Or not. We went to Lowe's. For about 15 minutes to pick up a few necessities on our way to my mother's house.
But we managed to make it through without incident and he slept the entire time which meant...drum roll please... no crying! Success! Since then we have taken him out to lunch once to the Filling Station (YUM!) and today we took him to Green Valley Grill to celebrate our birthdays with my mom, sister, aunt, and grandmother. He's been great every time! Lets hope we can keep up the trend! :)

The Many Faces of Liza

Baby Gray was finally able to meet Anna and Liza! I can tell you one thing, she is a fire pistol! So cute and sweet and super sassy (in a good way!)





Fuller is really great with her... such cute cousins!





The magnifying glasses are ALWAYS a HUGE hit at LuLu's house... always!

Baxter vs. Whipped Cream

First of all, I need you to know two things.

1. I absolutely adore this dog. I think I've made that pretty evident in the past...

2. We don't give our dogs "people food." Sure, they still stay close by when we are eating since inevitably someone (read: David) will spill and they will reap the reward of his inability to move a utensil carrying food morsels the 8 inches from his plate to his mouth. But, as a rule, the dogs are not fed people food. To this rule I have one exception. And it involves the very occasional placement of goopy goodness on Baxter's nose. Usually it is ice cream but this time it was whipped cream. And why, do you ask, do I do this? It is because when something is on his nose he absolutely can NOT figure out that he needs to lick upwards towards his nose. Baxter+Food on Nose+Can't Figure Out How to Get it Off= Happy Laughy Fun Time for ME!


I just can't do it, Captain! I don't have the power!

Okay, Okay... I know this kind of seems cruel... but it isn't. Okay it is. But really it isn't. Because inevitably he will drop his head and the treat will fall off and he will eat it and be happy. So everyone wins in the end! Especially me... because it is funny.

You may be reading this thinking "that girl needs to get a life" and to that I say... Yep.


Okay, a little help? For realz.

First Stroll in the Park

Ehhh, on JANUARY FIRST (I am so on top of this whole blogging thing...) we took Sir Gray on his first walk in the park! Honestly, it was the first time the little guy had been out of the house at all except for his doctor appointments. Since we had a slight reprieve from the frigid arctic temperatures that have become North Carolina, we decided to take advantage. So, we bundled him up and out we went on our first adventure!



Okay, not all of us bundled up.... One of us opted to wear shorts. In January.



Then again, the other one of us has no room to talk about wardrobe.... Clearly I am in desperate need of a full length mirror so I will never again leave the house looking like Mr. Hanky.


Ummm, guys? Can we go back inside? This ain't exactly Jamaica...

All in all, it was a pretty great start to the new year!