First of all - Good News (for me). I don't have to make blog private anymore because my very helpful friend Mandy told me how to disable right click so people can't steal your pictures. I'm excited about that.
Secondly, we had a great, yet busy as always weekend. Friday afternoon I was in a bad mood because we were having pictures on Sunday and we still didn't have family coordinating outfits. I don't mean matching, but at least something that goes together NOT as in me in pink polka dots, Ryder in green stripes and JM in a blue shirt, you get my drift. When I told John Michael my dilemma, he immediately said, "I am NOT going shopping with you tonight." I pouted a little bit and either he felt like being really nice, or he just wanted me to shut up, and he agreed to go with me (I like it when the whole fam makes trips to Jackson with me, more time with them!) So off we went and I had a little bit of luck. While we were out, we decided to visit the our beloved Burgers and Blues for dinner.
We got on home because I had to make tailgate munchies and get packed up for the next day. We had to leave our house at 6 a.m. in order to get to the 11:00 game with enough time to tailgate. Brutal. As soon as we parked we wanted to change Ryder's diaper in the car before we walked to the tailgate. I figured we'd walk him over to the bushes and let him try before we put another diaper on. He had other plans.
You know you are at Mississippi State if...
...your two year old pees on a tire in the parking lot of a college football game.
Face Paint
We were excited that John Michael's family came to the game this weekend!
Smiling so sweet at aunt Carolyn
Ryder and T
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Snuggling outside before church Sunday. I asked Ryder if he wanted to come snuggle in my lap. He replied, "I don't want to snurkle with you"
After seeing what he was going to wear, he decided to be a dinosaur for the day. He made it very clear all day, "I'm a dinosaur, rrrooaarrrrrr"
Sunday afternoon we had some fall family pics done, so I wanted to take a few myself before we left. I can't ever get him to look ahhhhhh.
Unless he's in the middle of using the bathroom that is. No surprise here.
And these are some that he posted on facebook. They weren't actually going to be Christmas pictures for us, but he had Christmas stuff up, so what the heck.
Sunday afternoon I was going through some clothes that were passed down. Ryder quickly spotted this outfit and said he wanted to put on his "rescue suit?" Which was not complete without his glasses.
Over the past few weeks when I am putting Ryder's pants on, he just has to pull them up himself. And every time he does, he goes Urkel on me. This is real...
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Ryder loves all things truck: firetruck, dumptruck, big truck, little truck. So this morning I heard the garbage truck coming down the street so I told Ryder "Hurry up lets go outside, the garbage truck is here!" I opened the door and he sprinted out yelling to the garbage man, "I want a popcicle!!! Popcicle Popcicle right now!!!" I guess the only other truck that's ever come right up to our house was the ice cream truck and he got a little confused. He cried for a good five minutes when I told him he could not and would not WANT to get a popcicle from the garbage truck man.
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Ryder's class went to the pumpkin patch this morning (in their backyard)
So I snapped some pictures before we left the house.
And here he is by the same pumpkin stand two years ago. I remember thinking this was the cutest picture I'd ever seen. I'm retracting that thought now....
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Way Back WHENsday
If you didn't read as a child, this won't mean much to you. But I can see it now: It's 1991 and I'm digging through the bottom drawer of my white wicker armoire full of The Babysitters Club.
And Boxcar Children
Maybe I was a total bookworm, but that's ok.
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Tip of the day (from Pinterest): Store your lettuce in a mason jar to keep it fresh longer. This is tonight's leftover lettuce. I'll let you know if it holds true.
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