Tailgate Trauma

This weekend Anthony and I headed to Starkville to watch our Bulldogs take on Auburn. I hoped that I would be good luck. Last year one of the only home games I made it to was the Alabama game, and since we won, I was sure that I was the reason. (Makes perfect sense, right?) We arrived at our tailgate around 12:00, only to find that some other people had decided that they wanted our spot, unapologetically took down our tent, and leaned it against a tree. Can you believe people? Not a good start...I don't think I've seen Anthony that mad in a long time. There aren't many things that get under his skin, but you just don't touch the man's tailgate. Needless to say, things weren't off to the best start.

It turned out to be a beautiful day, except that it was hot as blazes. A lot of our friends asked about Sam, but I'm glad we didn't take him. I'm pretty sure he would have been miserably hot. I'm thinking he will make his official gameday debut at the Kentucky game. It will be much cooler, and I think he'll be happier bundled up rather than sticking to his stroller. Regardless, we had a great time despite the final score, and I'm still trying to catch up on lost sleep.

Since Sam wasn't with us, and I know our family would like an update of him--let's face it, they don't really care about Anthony and me anymore--I've attached a video of Joe playing patty-cake with him. It's pretty cute.

What I did at Grandy and Mimi's

This past weekend I was supposed to have gone on a trip to Baton Rouge and New Orleans with a good friend of mine. Gustav had different plans. Instead of enjoying a few nights out, eating wonderful food, and shopping until my feet hurt, I was forced to make other plans. Anthony was headed to Starkville, so I headed home. I was planning on shopping on Magazine, but Memphis will do in a pinch. Sam and I shopped all day Saturday; he helped me pick out some cute dresses and a great pair of jeans. Joe claims that Sam has his Papa's fashion sense...we shall see. All in all, the weekend turned out okay. As we packed up on Sunday, Sam was getting a little cranky, so Dad took him outside. (The kid LOVES being outdoors.) This is what I found when I came out after them.


Don't call child services...I am not Brittney Spears, and I promise the mower wasn't on.

Sam's Christening

On Saturday, August 30, 2008, Sam was christened at Saint James Episcopal Church in Jackson, MS. We were very fortunate to have several of our family members in attendance, including Sam's new godparents Jennifer Antonio and Mack Heidelberg. Jennifer is Anthony's first cousin, and Mack is a longtime friend. We are so pleased to have them be such a big part of Sam's life, and I think they will each be such wonderful influences.

Sam was actually pretty good; he slept through most of the process, and he only briefly protested when the water was poured on his head. Overall, it was a successful day. (Except for the bulldogs embarrassing loss--we won't talk about that now since my husband is just now beginning to get over the sting.)


I've posted a slideshow so that you can see a little of our day.

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We're now sitting around trying to enjoy a Gustav-filled Labor Day. I hope that our friends and family on the coast and in Louisiana come out of this unfortunate situation unscathed. We are thinking of you.

Head, shoulders, knees, and...

Lots of fun stuff has happened this week; I was going to wait a little while longer to post these, but I couldn't resist. This week Sam has...












discovered his toes... (hence, the post title)

figured out that he doesn't have to sleep in the same position all night long...

AND

If you're easily bored, don't click on the video.

I realize that not everyone finds our child as fascinating as we do. I also realize that we have friends and family that want to be a part of his every move. Sam may not be sleeping through the night, (although we did make it 6 hrs. straight last night-too bad they're not the same 6 hrs. I sleep...) but he is making real progress as far as holding his head up goes. Tummy time is getting a little bit easier for him. If you're interested, or if you just need your daily Sam-fix, here you go.

Is anybody else's husband "deaf"?

So we're in the process of getting Sam to sleep through the night. For some reason our 18lb. 3-month-old (yes, you read correctly--18lbs) still thinks he needs to snack during the night. I know, I know...we're getting very close to letting him cry it out. Anyway, during the week, I handle all the middle of the night and early morning feedings. It's only fair--Anthony has to go to work. However, I really look forward to the weekends so that I can get a little relief from my better half. Picture this...we had our friends, Tara and Clay Holder stay with us this Saturday night. Tara is 26 wks. pregnant. In an effort to avoid terrifying them, I told Anthony that since he was in charge of weekend feedings, he would need to snag Sam before he went into a full-on, middle-of-the-night, why-aren't-you-people-feeding-me-meltdown. Anthony responded, "I'll try." (What does that mean, anyway? Does he "try" to go to MSU football games? Something here doesn't add up...) Sure enough, Sambo decides he's ready for a 1:00 snack. I nudge; I call his name...nothing. The husband doesn't move. I very sweetly (pick up on sarcasm here) stomp out of the room to get the sweet babe and feed him. Back into the crib he goes. 5:00 rolls round...Anthony doesn't hear him, AGAIN. Needless to say, I was not very sweet to my husband this morning.

I don't think he'll have a hearing problem next weekend.

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