Museum fun...

The Mississippi Children's Museum opened up a few weeks ago, and we took Sam for his first visit this Saturday.  I must say, I think they did an unbelievable job with it--it is AWESOME.  He had an absolute blast.  And for those of you who have girls, they have plenty of exhibits that are girly, which I think is really nice.  It always seems like museums usually focus more on masculine things, so it was great to see dress up areas, stages, ballet barres, dance areas, etc.  We were there when they opened, and we had no problems with crowds.  Sam asked me today when we are going back to the museum--I have a feeling it will be soon. 


Washing windows



Pumping gas with Dad





Working on some plumbing



Building  his house--we watch a lot of HGTV

Shopping at the Farmer's Market

Painting/Drawing in the Art Area

Working in the stone quarry

Strumming his banjo.  

Cooking waffles

Driving the shrimp boat



Racing cars

And yes, I know he needs a haircut.  I'm working on it.

Why?

Why in the world do children have to get sick in the middle of the night? Is it some unwritten cosmic rule? 

I was asleep for maybe an hour last night before the puking began.  And I am washing A LOT of sheets today.  It's not pretty. 

Here's hoping that tonight won't find me in the same situation.

Day three of...

Getting up, passing my child off to my parents, going back to bed, getting back up, showering, putting on clean pj's, eating my mother's food, watching football, and re-reading Harry Potter for the umpteenth time.  In short, it's been a glorious Thanksgiving holiday.  GLORIOUS. If you're judging me for my laziness, it's just because you're jealous.

I hope that your holiday has been just as fabulous.

The schedule for this afternoon:

1. Sit on couch in pj's
2.  Finish my book.  Again.
3.  Play Words With Friends
4.  Watch football.
5.  Eat peas, pork tenderloin, okra, macaroni and cheese, and chocolate cake
6.  Pray that the bulldogs win.

Since I've been really slacking on my blogging, I'm cheating and posting a bunch of recent pics.  I pinky-swear I'll be better about posting this month.

I cheated on Halloween this year, too.  I figured that this year might be my last year to dictate what Sam wears for Halloween, so he wore last year's cute hamburger costume again.  I'm sure next year he'll want to be something with an ugly mask.  Blah. 

A rare family pic before a cocktail party.

At a pajama party with Santa. (Santa declined to wear his pj's.) Sam was more interested in the reindeer suspended from the ceiling than in having his picture taken with Santa.

Playing in some leaves at Grandy and Mimi's.  

Praying that his daddy is still in a good mood later tonight.  Go Dawgs!

All I Do Is Win...

 I never said that winning is pretty, though.  It certainly wasn't this past Saturday night. That "W"  was ugly.  However, 6 wins = bowl eligible no matter how unattractive and sloppy our team played.  Christmas came early for Anthony this year, and he has spent some time today researching and booking hotel rooms in possible bowl locations.  And yes, he realizes that we still have a nasty schedule remaining.  Let him have his fun. 




We were fortunate enough to have skybox tickets, and at one point I thought my husband was going to throw himself to the ground.  Seriously. My mother-in-law graciously took Sam home after halftime, and that's when Anthony went into "Losing Is Not Fun With Sherm" mode.  Anybody remember that guy?  He's not cool to be around. 

Family pic.  Sam was interested in 3 things:  The Jumbotron, the band, and his Papa's binoculars.  He thought he could change the channel on the Jumbotron by using the tv remote.  Good thing he can't because I don't think the student section would be happy with PBS on during the football game. 

Sam had NO NAP at all that day, but did surprisingly well. 

 His nap the day after the game?  4 1/2 hours.  He was spent. 

Hayride & Pumpkin Patch...

Last week Sam and I went with his little school on a hayride.  Once he saw that he would be pulled behind a tractor, I think his year was made.  It was a lot of fun, and he loved getting to pick out his pumpkin. 

Not flattering of me for sure, but I have now become the mom who's never in pictures because she's always taking them. So I'm putting it up.   

Checking out the goats and the cows. 

Picking out his pumpkin.  For some reason he thought you had to sit on a pumpkin to determine its suitability.  Maybe he knows something I don't.   

Running through the hay-maze.  It was a big hit. 

Cookie Monster...

 Those of you who know us personally are well aware of our fondness for sweets.  Fondness is probably too mild of a term, but I'll roll with it anyway.  A few weeks ago, I thought I'd get into the Halloween spirit and let Sam try his hand at baking.  He had a big time.

And made a big mess.

Oh, well.

He had a ball...

 I know...I'm really, really, behind.  I'm trying to rectify this problem, so please excuse my backlog of pictures. 

At the Georgia game this year, I was fortunate enough to have my entire family in town, which NEVER happens anymore.  Both brothers were in attendance, and the Bulldogs were able to pull off a much needed win against, well, the other bulldogs.  I was just glad the guys in maroon won.  It was also Bulldog Bash that weekend, so while we sweltered in the sun, Sam enjoyed himself quite thoroughly. 

Apparently it's way more fun to throw the balls out of the ball pit while telling everyone within hearing distance what color they are. 

"Red, blue, anutta blue, yellow, geen, anutta yellow, geen, arnij..."  (Obviously this is Samspeak.  I try my best to stay away from heinous spelling errors, but I'm only human.)

He could have done this for hours.  I, however, could not.  Did I mention how hot it was?

To get him out of the ballpit, I convinced him to get his face painted.  He wasn't so sure about it at first, but then he warmed up to the idea. 

Post-game.  One of the very few adult pictures I have of my brothers (and my dad.) My mom had taken one for the team and had left much earlier with a very hot and tired Sam.  I realize I look disgusting here, but have I mentioned how blooming hot is was that day?

Do we look alike? Most people think so.  Does Sam look like me?  Most people don't think so.