Tony holding his baby girl and Baby Gage. hmmm...not that long ago when it was Carsyn that little.
Sweet baby boy. Love that smile!!
Seriously Mom. NO MORE.
Carsyn was such a sweet little girl while Gage was here. She was very concerned about the baby. "bay-be" She need to know where he was and if he was ok. She checked the monitor while he was sleeping. He was waking up from his nap one time and crying out. She rushed to his room and Granny wasn't following fast enough. She ran back to get Granny. Said 'bay-be. bay-be". Um, hello. There is a baby and he is crying. Not going to happen on my watch not get in there lady.
If he needed his diaper changed, she wanted to get the diaper and Desitin. Such a good little helper. Made my heart smile.
Not goin' lie. No one is having fun in this picture. Carsyn was really ok with my holding Gage. She just need to be up in the chair with me.
MamMaw and PapPaw came over to see baby Gage and I suppose Misty and Granny. We had a great Saturday. First pedicures, then home for lunch. I made a brisket, mashed potatos, corn, salad, rolls. Misty made chocolate chip cookies for dessert. It was yummy! It's my standard, 'yay you had a baby and now you need to eat' meal. Super easy, tastes great and enough for leftovers.
Here is PapPaw with two of his great-grandbabies. How sweet that they all match. Go OU! (we're working with Carsyn to say OU. brainwashing. whatever)
Here most of the crew. PapPaw, me, Misty, Gage, Granny and Carsyn. MamMaw is taking our picture.
Tony was on call, mowing the lawn, and suffering through the Sooners narrow victor, but still found time to hang with Gagers.
Carsyn brought this home from Ms. Brandy's house yesterday. It's a first. It hung on the refridgerator until the artist ripped it down. Her art, her prerogative. Daddy taped it up. He thought it was special and deserved to be treated well. sweet.
Carsyn and I had a play date Friday night with friends from church. Carsyn is so sad that there are only boys to play with...not really. She is upset about the dog. Not sure why. She likes our dogs and the dogs at Ms. Brandy's house. Michelle is comforting her.
Michelle's little boy Jack also wanted to come check on Carsyn. Sweet boy.
We had a great time. Thanks for hosting Catherine!
Do you see that sticker? Carsyn got it at Walmart. She loved that thing. It lasted over 48 hours. When it finally fell off Carsyn actually mourned its passing. Not a full on cry-fest, but little groans from the depth of her soul.
Thankfully childhood wounds heal fast and we moved on to a Hallmark gold sticker.
Carsyn and I had a mission on Labor Day - get that baby girl some shoes. So we got all fancy and hit Target. Found some super cute shoes (I'll show you those later), all size 7! What?!? 7. Seriously hurts my tummy a little bit.
Since we were looking so sassy, we offered our selves up as dates. Tony was finishing a round of golf, so we went outside to wait on him. We were hungry and didn't dare wait inside and waste valuable seconds getting out the door.
Lots of times I'll squat down to take a picture of Carsyn. Try to get on her level and avoid top of the head shots. Can you see my shadow? Carsyn wanted to squat down beside me. So sweet. Of course it also completely eliminates the whole 'on her level' purpose of the poise in the first place. Results : shot of Carsyn's bow head.
Bonus for being Daddy's date? Oreo cookies!! Hooray for that yumminess.
Hmmm (I put the Hmmm in her thoughts because she actually says that. Ask her where her baby is, you'll get a hmmm...with hands raised up as she walks around the room looking for it. wondering who else at our house does that? Hmmm.) Hmmm... what's this?
I've been married for 8 years to my first boyfriend. We are both from Oklahoma and huge Sooner fans. Over five years ago we were relocated to Texas. Some times it feels like I'm in a foreign country, but I've learned to adjust. We had our first baby on Dec. 30, 2008. She is the most amazing suprise God has ever given us. I'm taking life a day at a time, learning to trust my Creator and His plan for me.