My Crawler

The video speaks for itself. My little baby is growing up!

Unintentional Hiatus

Sorry for the lack of recent blog updates. I came down with an awful stomach bug a couple of weekends ago when we were supposed to go to Amarillo. Needless to say, we stayed home. My mom came down to visit that weekend instead and would up catching the same bug. Luckily John and Drew avoided the sickness and we are all feeling better now. The big news in our world is that Drew is now crawling. After a few weeks of rocking on his hands and knees, then crawling army-style on his belly, he has managed to get the hang of the normal, hands and knees crawling. I'll set him down in the living room and walk to the refrigerator for a drink. By the time I turn back around, he's halfway to the kitchen with a big grin on his face. He's so happy to be able to chase Mommy around the house! I spent a few hours on Saturday babyproofing the kitchen because he'll be getting into everything before we know it. I have a video that I need to post, but of course it is still living on my memory card. So, I promise to update again soon so you can all see the amazing crawling Drew. A couple of days later he figured out that he could use the crawling to his advantage. Now he crawls to a piece of furniture (usually the coffee table) and starts pulling up. He can easily get onto his knees and has good balance there, so it's just a matter of time before he starts getting onto his feet. Bumps and bruises, here we come!

Making Friends

Hey guys, Drew here. Things have been busy lately, and Mama has been so nice to update my blog for me. I thought I'd write tonight's post myself. I'd like to take a moment to give a "shout out" to all my friends.


Here's me and my buddy Joey. He came over for dinner the other night and we had a great time playing. I even shared my toys. (Sadie, you could learn something here.) It was fun to have somebody my own size to play with, but of course our moms broke up the fun with some boring picture time.

Here I am with my best friend, Sadie. (Look close and you can see that she's giving me a kiss.) She's always trying to kiss me or woof at me or investigate my toys. She and I love to take afternoon walks down to the mailbox, and she's such a good guard dog that she lays down beside my crib when Mama gives me a bottle at bedtime.

Here's me and my Mama. What can I say? She feeds me, dresses me, makes sure I have clean britches on, gives me baths, and smothers me with kisses. I'd definitely recommend that everybody get a Mama.

Here I am with Dada. I love to wrestle with him, and I have learned that if I can manage to get some drool in his ear, I will win the wrestling match. Dada and I love to play and watch sports together.

Here's a "shout out" to all my other friends - Aunt Ashley, Uncle Jim and family, my pals at church: Allie, Sevyn, Leah, Mikayla, Ryan, Ashlynn, and Isaac, my cousin Ryan, and of course my awesome grandparents - Grandmommy & Granddad and Nonnie & Paw Paw.

Life's good, man. Even if Mama and Dada keep putting me in these silly Baylor outfits ...

Easter

Drew's first Easter was great. In our Easter basket from Grandmommy Mills, we got a book about Easter, so we read the story of Jesus and his resurrection. The weather was a little rainy and overcast, but we had a great church service, spent lots of family time together, and snuck in a nap or two. Since the weatherman was forecasting rain for Sunday, I got Drew dressed up on Saturday for pictures outside with his Easter basket. Naturally, the second I set down the basket, it became a fun game to dump it out and eat the eggs. I think the pictures of him playing with the eggs are cuter than the posed ones would have been!

The first picture we took...


And the second...And then Drew figured out that eggs are fun to play with.

This is what I call Drew's "Really, Mom? More pictures?" face. Poor kiddo, he has more pictures taken of him than most supermodels. He's such a good sport. (You will notice that he did not wear his cute brown dress shoes to church, since he loudly told me Sunday morning that shoes made him angry. He didn't fuss about the sweater vest, so it was a fair compromise.)