Here's our sweet Levi at 5 months:
And here's one of Linc. I just love this picture; what a heartbreaker:
I hope you guys are having a good season. We are having a great summer so far. Lots of pool time & play dates.
Have a safe 4th of July!
xoxo
So I've been thinking about the slang that we kids use today. I'm using the term 'kids' loosely here, as I still think of myself as in the age neighborhood of 20-22. I'm not too crazy about the slang, gotta be honest. So I've decided to bring back some of the phrases I used to say in the 90's....or maybe even the 80's for that matter. I joined forces with my friend Todd (he is not a blogger, so this link will take you straight to his website...BTW, if you need any legal consultation, he's your man) & we have come up with a list of rad phrases that we don't hear so much anymore. We are bringing these words back to cool, my friends. No longer be embarrassed to shout out, "Talk to the hand!" because in my book, 'it's all good.'
Here they are:
1. Not!
2. Psych
3. LYLAS (love you like a sis)
4. Don't have a cow.
5. Sweet
6. Rad
7. Take a chill-pill!
8. That's whack!
9. She's all that and a bag of chips
10. Don't EVEN!
11. Kickin' it
12. Nix
13. Broad (that one is Todd's, but let's be honest. That's before our time.)
14. Nice bun
15. Top shelf
16. Jonesin'
17. Bitchin'
And the best one of the group in my opinion (kudos to T):
18. Just save it!
These eighteen phrases are just the tip of the iceberg. We could add on for days. So go ahead, make your own lists of phrases & sayings you want to bring back to cool.
Or comment on this post & tell me about them. This game is totally boss.
The jealousy set in hard this afternoon. To give some back story: We went to The Little Cottage Co. at The Factory today to get Levi his own night-night. I was not informed that today was its 40% OFF Day. The entire shop was filled with frantic moms of little girls, running around with piles & piles of smocked dresses, gathering all their arms could carry. Considering that each smocked dress costs around $100, I'd be acting like a crazy person too. But I was thanking Jesus Almighty in that moment that I have two boys & don't have to worry about dresses, bows & Mary Janes. Seriously...there I was, standing in line for a $10 stuffed animal, & the woman in front of me had 3 huge piles of clothes that rang up to $412. I almost had heart failure right then & there.
I had prepared Lincoln for this moment...when Levi got his very own night-night & it would belong to Levi alone. We ended up choosing a yellow duck because it looked nothing like Lincoln's. I unwrapped it & set it next to Levi & he immediately smiled & grabbed onto it. If any of you have felt these things, they are so incredibly soft & warm. He loved it & has been hanging onto it since the purchase. Lincoln has been eyeing it like a crook. We were all on the floor playing this afternoon, & Lincoln walked over with his dog night-night, wanting to 'trade'. I explained to him as best I could that Levi has his own duck night-night & that Lincoln has his own, too. Nothing was going to be traded & each boy was to be happy with what they have. He asked if he could pat the duck. He rubbed the tag & started sucking his thumb...a sure sign that he intends to have that duck be his. He looked longingly at the duck & said, "Lincoln hold it on the couch? Lincoln cuddle it & pat the duck on the couch?" I said no. I could see the jealousy start to set in, but he was okay with the decision. I mean, come on. He has 4 already. I think tomorrow will have the night-night struggle, but for now, he is content to allow Levi to have the duck. Whew.
Here are some photos of the situation:
There's Mitch, our nephew, who is in town for the week:
Here he is, trying to initiate the trade:
And here's me and Levi. How cute is he?
In other news, Lindsay & Liam came over the other day to play with us. It was, as always, so much fun. It's going to get even better the older the boys get. They are one day apart & are so cute to watch. Here are some of them 'playing' together.
"Liam, let me explain to you how things work around here..."
"Momma, we really don't have time for this right now. Liam & I are in a very important meeting. I guess I can pose for one picture..."
"Well...that's about all the time I have. I've got other things to do. I've got to throw up on Mom, have diarrhea & then wake up at 5am. Time's a wastin." 
Heh heh. Babies are so fun.
If someone had asked me what I thought of Elijah Wood 2 weeks ago, I would've said, "He's that short shrub that plays in Lord of the Rings...Snore.." But if you ask me what I think of ole' Eli today, I'll say, "Totally smokin' dude that dances on Yo Gabba Gabba!" Our family eats, breathes, & sleeps Yo Gabba Gabba these days. Everyone that I have spoken to thinks it's the most ridiculous show there is. All I have to say to those people is this: bite me. Any show that can make Lincoln want to brush his teeth, clean up his toys, & eat healthy is a show that will be stored on our DVR. So Ben & I were surprised when we turned on the episode & saw Elijah Wood get up there & dance his Puppetmaster. It totally makes me like him more now. Lincoln loves it, & we all do the dance at least once a day in our family room. The quality of this video is pretty crummy, but you'll get the gist.
Go crazy,
xoxo
Well, we are officially throw-up-free around this part of Williamson County. Apparently, Lincoln got just a 24-hour stomach bug & by noon the following day, he was back to his old self. I, on the other hand, was exhausted from staying up with him all night long cleaning up & doing load after load of laundry. It was totally worth it though. In the midst of his maddening nausea & in the middle of the long night, we were both sitting on the bathroom floor. He had his Thomas couch laid out with his pillow & night-nights, lying down so he could be right near the toilet if he got sick. I was sitting right there next to him, telling him I would fix the sick in his belly & that he would feel better the next day...all the while, patting his hot forehead with a wet cold washcloth, just like my mom used to do when I became ill. He looked at me & said, "Thank you, Momma...for cleaning my throw-up & washing my head." What a sweet champ. Into my heart he leaps.
Tomorrow, we are bound for Cape Girardeau, Missouri to celebrate Gigi's 80th Birthday Party! Gigi is Ben's grandmother & Levi's namesake. Her family name is McLain & that is Levi's middle name. Gigi & Levi got to meet for the first time last week & it was a momentous moment. Here they are upon greeting...I know, can you believe this woman is 80? She sure doesn't look it, does she?! Incredible!
Tomorrow will be a day filled with lots of memories, family & laughter. And only a 4-hour drive...not too bad.
Here are some more photos of the fam from last week's visit:
Flavor-Ices in the summer. Can you get any better than that?
Aunt Tara (Ben's sis) with Levi:
"Popsicle Picnic" (Ben coined this term)...Ben, Linc, & Cousin Wyatt in our backyard having a picnic with Flavor-ices:
I hope everyone's summer is going well. I'm already tired of the heat. Have I told y'all my distaste for summer? I would be the happiest girl in the world if the entire year was October. Best month ever.
Anyhoo, I'm sure I'll have lots of good pics after tomorrow's jaunt. And oh yes, let's not forget that we're going to Ben's ALL-TIME-FAVORITE-RESTAURANT tomorrow. It's called Wibb's (and I'm not speaking of the national BBQ chain here). And when I say 'restaurant', I'm really telling a lie. It's more like a shack in the middle of nowhere that maybe holds 20 people total with a big lady in the back cooking up pork. A restaurant it is not, but a gem it sure is. It's the ultimate barbecue joint & Ben loves it. He's so excited to go...he's like a kid on Christmas Eve. Seriously.
Have a great weekend.
Take a run through the sprinklers,
until next time.
How's this for predictions & seeing the future? Last night I was feeding Levi & thought to myself, "Wow, Lincoln's 3 years old & has never had the stomach flu. That's amazing." Fast forward to this afternoon when I go pick him up from summer school. His teacher walks over & says, "Lincoln just threw up all over himself & is crying for you." I get out of the car & go see him...He's covered in throw up, crying hysterically because he has no idea what the hay-hay just happened & is complaining that his head hurts. Awesome. What's that? What's that you're saying?...Ben will help me when he gets home from work? Oh no friends, he's working late tonight...tonight is going to be so much fun.
Say a prayer for me that I don't get whatever this is....
Throw-Up Stinks,
xoxo
