Daddy
I look so much like my Daddy in this picture from this weekend. I had to share. Love you, Daddy :)
Chump
Definition in the book of Charlie:
Chump (verb): to chump; the act of karate chopping something, the cutting of any foods, what happens when the potty seat almost falls on your pee pee, the cutting of hair, the pushing down of laundry to make more room in the basket
actual examples:
"You stand here and let me chump you with my chop."
"Can I help you chump up that tay-toe?"
"Ahhhh, that seat almost chumped my pee pee!!"
"I don't want Jennifer to chump my hair off!"
"Here, let me chump it down and I'll put this towel in there for you."
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Big Boy "B"
So, seems like in a week Brady has grown so much. I am sad sometimes, but I am reminded by Jamie often that we should be so thankful our boys are healthy and growing and never be sad to see it happen. Here are some words he can say now:
"Tad" (for his "tag" blanket)
Cat
Charlotte (his girlfriend:)
Grant
Dark
Horse (and says it a lot)
Easy (that's what he calls our little friend, Colt. Apparently he's heard it a lot)
Bites
Crab
And now, officially, he has slept through the night. We've moved into the stage where he learns everyday, and I can see him growing. I love him and his precious personality. Every morning he wakes up he says, "horse?" He begs to go outside and see the horses all the time. He will also bring you a glove and a ball when he wants to hit with the bat. He's a ham, and his mean face is one of a kind. I love our little "hootie hoot."
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Our friend, Tony
Let me begin by explaining a little something. Charlie has three people in his life I have heard him call "friends."
#1: "Best Friend" is his cousin, Grant
#2: "Girl Friend" is the beautiful, Gracie Reese
And officially, since last week, his #3: "My Friend" Tony Hicks.
Tony is a great guy who has worked with Jamie for years. Tony loves making kids laugh, and because of this my boys love him. We visited him on Halloween and he put on this huge suit just for the boys.
Since Charlie has been getting serious about this Star Wars stuff, Jamie has been filling Tony in on it. One day Tony calls that he's coming over. We had no idea just how great this visit would be. He brought Charlie a box full of Star Wars action figures. 
Charlie LOVED them to say the least. While Charlie and I were rocking the kitchen table with some saber fights, Tony was holding Brady and making these crazy animal sounds that I can't describe. Then, the other day I was trying to make Brady laugh by making the wildest sounds I could. Charlie comes storming into the living room and says, "Hey, that's what my friend Tony says!" It was priceless. More so if you know Charlie. He doesn't just call everyone that.
Anyway. I'm thankful for Tony. He takes care of Jamie, and now he is looking after my little guys. He's the best!
click here if you can't see the video
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#1: "Best Friend" is his cousin, Grant
#2: "Girl Friend" is the beautiful, Gracie Reese
And officially, since last week, his #3: "My Friend" Tony Hicks.
Tony is a great guy who has worked with Jamie for years. Tony loves making kids laugh, and because of this my boys love him. We visited him on Halloween and he put on this huge suit just for the boys.
Since Charlie has been getting serious about this Star Wars stuff, Jamie has been filling Tony in on it. One day Tony calls that he's coming over. We had no idea just how great this visit would be. He brought Charlie a box full of Star Wars action figures. 
Charlie LOVED them to say the least. While Charlie and I were rocking the kitchen table with some saber fights, Tony was holding Brady and making these crazy animal sounds that I can't describe. Then, the other day I was trying to make Brady laugh by making the wildest sounds I could. Charlie comes storming into the living room and says, "Hey, that's what my friend Tony says!" It was priceless. More so if you know Charlie. He doesn't just call everyone that.
Anyway. I'm thankful for Tony. He takes care of Jamie, and now he is looking after my little guys. He's the best!click here if you can't see the video
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Say What?
Pentagon lets services members march in gay pride parade in uniform
Woman behind military mom's picture breastfeeding in uniform fired
Stupid liberals. And there's something extra I'll throw in for free.
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Morris Glass
Let me start by saying that I am certain that I know most everyone who will read this won't read it totally, and those who do probably will find it mundane and rambling, but my purpose in writing this is because months and years from now I want to remember just how heavy I felt after this time spent at Appalachian State's Holocaust Symposium.
In a brief nut-shell, I am not a history buff, but I am a huge respecter and believer that in order to prevent history's mistakes, you must educate yourself and your children in the past. Here is an article written in the Watauga Democrat Newspaper about Mr. Morris Glass. Mr. Glass was a teenage survivor of the Holocaust. I won't go into the details he spoke of at the Symposium or the details I read about in his book, Chosen for Destruction. What I will say is that for over an hour I sat in a room filled with people of all ages, 12 to 90. Those from Florida, those from Deep Gap, those that were college graduates, and those who waited tables for the Symposium. Those obviously "free thinkers" with Bob Marley shirts, and those with buttoned up starched shirts and ties. It didn't matter who they were, because as this man began to speak with a thick Polish accent no one moved. No one. I found myself even holding my breath at times and seeing those around me do the same. It wasn't the horrors he told of, although they were difficult. It wasn't the tears he shed, those were hard too. It was the realization that an entire generation, stronger than anyone we know, is slowly slipping away. The words he spoke meant so little on paper, but to hear him draw in a breath and swallow back tears was priceless. Today's world is constant with fear, violence, and terror and my generation has become completely numb to it all. As Morris spoke he said, "The reason something like this can happen is when people began to think it can't." I am afraid that's where we are. I wanted to meet him so that my heart would know these horrible nightmares of history were true. I rode home is complete silence, I cried some, I thought a lot. It's been on my mind since Tuesday.
His story was so empowering. It made me question my own character over and over. I know the things he went through would have broken me. I know I would never have come out with the inspiring character Mr. Glass has. If you ever have the chance to speak with someone from the greatest generation do it. Soon. Their stories on paper or film can't possible touch you like their voices. Attached is a video of a few short words from the proudest American I have ever had the chance to meet. He knows what a gift it is to live in the greatest country in the world, and he hasn't forgotten for a second what made it that way.
Click here to see the video.
Ford of the Lie 2012
In honor of my precious niece, Kendall, I have named this post "Ford of the Lie," which was her name for 4th of July many sweet years ago.
This year the 4th came and went in true patriotic fashion at our house. Tiff and I love the 4th and we love making the very best of the holiday. This year our cousin, Katy, made our kids matching elephant shirts. Don't worry, we celebrated in Avery County so no one snubbed us :) The night before we had a massive sleepover at my house. Kendall, Grant, Casey, and Charlie camped out with Jamie in the yard, and I set up a projector on the house and played a movie. Not tooting my own horn, but "TOOT TOOT!" Seriously, I kinda felt like I was the Holiday Cheermeister again. Anyway, this event lead to Charlie's spiral of a very tired, un-happy and 
un-grateful to be an American day. He trudged along, but wouldn't allow me to tell him Happy 4th of July, didn't participate in our patriotic singalongs in the car, and wouldn't wear the super necklaces thrown at the parade, but I know he had a blast. He just puts on an Oscar the Grouch front from time to time. Brady loved it all except the fire trucks. He LOVES horses now, so he was very excited to see those.
After the parade we went to the Banner Elk park for putt putt, a picnic, and book sale. Mom was a trooper and got B to sleep while we all played. We went back at Tiff's house and played, went to church, and then hit the golf course for fireworks. Not sure which one, and apparently calling them by the wrong name is one of those unwritten stupid golf etiquette rules, so I won't guess. It was awesome. The whole day. I love my family and I love my country, so when I have a day set aside to simply love and celebrate both of those, well, I soak in every minute. |
| Please note the choking going on when I tried to share my necklace. |
I'm very thankful for every moment I am given to be a mother, wife, sister, daughter, and nutty crazy American Republican. This IS the American dream, but I just call it my life. Read more...
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