And we were there! It was an awesome game. The first two innings were a little intense, so I left. Found me a table and a chopped brisket sandwich. Preggers girl was happy.
Then the 3rd inning came and it was a party from there on out. A stranger high-fiving, towel waving, fans cheering, good time.
We won! We won!
Who doesn’t love OU-Texas Weekend?
It was a pleasure to go again this year. 
Ah, the State Fair. We ate Cuba sandwiches for brunch. Around 9:30. Super yummy. While they weren’t fried bubble gum, they did the trick.
So glad Misty could come with us this year. She and I have been to several games together, but this is the first year Misty, Tony and I all sat together!
Speaking of sitting together. This is where not a lot of that happened ;-) We technically were on the 50, but got pushed down by some OU frat boys. Our sideline didn’t have the perfect line down the middle,but you definitely get the idea of the intense split.
Boomer Sooner! Beat Texas!
I’m saying this with fear and trepidation. Carsyn might actually be potty trained. Whew. There it is. Out there. In print.
After 4 months and some intense few days and then me practically ignoring the whole thing, I think we’re there.
It boils down to me being sick of the pull ups and believing they were a crutch for her. I told Brandy we were going to be intense and deliberate this weekend so she got on board early. Carsyn started wearing panties on Wednesday afternoon and hasn’t looked back.
She let’s us know when she has to go so we can provide moral support and assistance. If you ask her throughout the day if she needs to go (my attempt at gentle reminders) and if she doesn't, she’ll reply “no, thank you”. Which is admittedly better than her saying, “I got this. Back off lady.”
In full disclosure because I hate moms that say their kid is potty trained at 18 months and make me feel bad…she is wearing a pull up for naps and night time. I think we can drop it for naps after this week. She has woken up dry every time.
Hooray for big girls!!
MawMaw bought Carsyn a ball while we were at the OU game a few weeks ago.
Carsyn learned about the plague of frogs in Sunday School. How awesome is it that God put two baby frogs on MawMaw and PawPaw’s back porch for us to look at.
Piggy-backing on yesterday’s post, I’d also like to announce Carsyn’s Baby.
It should come as no surprise to you Early Childhood scholars or you parentsX2,3,etc. that Carsyn has found her own way to handle the news of a new baby at our house…she got her own.
She has started blaming her baby for everything. “my baby spilled my water”. “my baby needs her blankie”. “my baby hit me with her spoon”. “tell her no! she needs to go to timeout”.
At first I thought it was an imaginary friend that she calls baby (she doesn’t name anything. all her dolls are baby). But then she offered up all on her own that her baby’s name was Joma. It’s a made up name. We don’t actually know anyone called Joma. This isn’t the first time for the name Joma to pop up. Mom and Brandy both recognized it.
If you ask her where Joma is, she’ll pat her chest and say her tummy. Some times she says her baby’s name is Karla. Not sure if she’s a two name girl or if Carsyn is having twins.
This is quite the memory and I love Carsyn’s imagination.
Baby Reed!!! Coming to a hospital near you on April 6th (ish. around then. could be the week before. NOT on April 1st. Maybe we’ll wait until April 12th – after the Masters. I’ll just keep you posted)
I almost titled this post Try Try Again, but that seemed like TMI. Admittedly the March miscarriage had me a little apprehensive about another baby. Yes I wanted one, but the timing was the issue. I just didn’t want to be pregnant and risk it again. Finally Tony said it was time.
I’ll be 14 weeks on Friday and free and clear of the 1st trimester. I have been sick and very tired. Most of August consisted of me laying on the couch and Carsyn asking if my tummy felt better. Followed by her telling me I felt better and to get up momma! Sweet kid.
We have had two ultrasounds and feel confident there is a happy healthy baby growing.
Tony and I have been married for 8 years. We started dating in January 2000 and have been together ever since. We met before that. Since this blog is a memory book … let’s walk down that lane.
Like most tales, there are two sides. We don’t even agree on when we first met. Of course I am right and he just doesn’t remember. I was in high school when we met for the very first time. It was at his house (a pink house across from an elementary school that my mom first taught at…small world). There were a bunch of BSU (Baptist Student Union) people going to play games and hang out and I tagged along with Misty. She’s nice like that. Misty and Tony were friends first and she introduced us that night. He has zero recall. Clearly I made an impression.
Fast forward several months to August 1999. My freshman year in college. Again, Misty was nice and we’d meet at the BSU and then drive to lunch almost every day. Tony happened to be there one day and Misty asked if he’d like to go with us. He declined claiming to have already eaten. This is the part that gets dicey. I’m ready to tell it. Because we’ve been married for 8 years and I feel secure in that. Also because if you want a story told right, you have to tell it yourself. Perhaps I was bold because Misty was there. Perhaps I was innocent, but I encouraged Tony by saying “You look like the kind of guy who could eat again.” Right there in front of a lot of people that I didn’t know. Did you hear it? The silence and then the laughter from all his friends. This little girl just told a fat joke.
No matter, it worked. Tony came with us. In fact he gave me his backpack that day.
This time I made an impression.
Carsyn gave me some advice this morning as I was dropping her off at Brandy’s house.
“Don’t take your clothes off at work.”
Now that little nugget of truth is a keeper and quite frankly applicable to so many.
Carsyn is so funny. She’s smart, quick, contemplative, serious, silly, sassy, and creative.
Here are a few things that she’s said lately:
Carsyn is very independent. After locking my purse with my phone in the back of the callie car at Target and locking myself and baby out…we finally got OnStar to open the car. It’s only like 120 degrees on that pavement and Carsyn insists on putting herself into her big girl carseat (side note: She’s NOT a baby!) Of course that entails crawling in, checking the AC vents (which aren’t blowing because I’m still standing outside her door on the 125 degree pavement waiting for her to hop into her seat!), checking on her back pack, climbing up onto the seats so she can finally crawl into her carseat. At this point I am OVER independence. I may or may not have said something about you have 3 seconds to get in your seat or else. I may or may not have said something about it being 130 degrees outside. By now she’s feeling the heat and decides to tell me. She pulls her tiny little hands into fists and shakes them in front of her and says ‘You’re making me hot Momma!’ Really? Hot? I’m making YOU hot? Oh girl, you haven’t seen hot. Get in that seat!
First thing you have to understand about this story is, I’m not allowed to brush Carsyn’s hair. Not sure where this developed, but she freaks out when I try. Sunday morning…it’s simply the grace of God that she gets a pony tail. After her bath last night, Carsyn was standing in front of the TV looking at her reflection. (it was off in hopes of quick PJ dressing) Her hair was all matted together, stringy and Tony said it looked like a mullet. She was tossing it around as though it was long flowing over her shoulders and said ‘My hair so pretty’. Confidence. That right there is confidence! Love you baby girl.
Boomer and Sadie got out on Sunday afternoon. Carsyn and I had to drive around the neighborhood looking for them. She thought it was exciting. I thought it was hot and annoying. After we got the dogs back home, Carsyn yelled at Boomer. ‘Boomer, you listen to me! And you listen to ma momma!’ Amen sister!
In the mornings, Carsyn gets to watch Little Bear on Nick Jr. It consists of 3 little short stories in about 25 minutes. I really try to turn the TV off after the first two so we can get dressed and head out the door. One day I was running behind and the third story started. I needed to get the dogs food and Carsyn usually insists on helping with that. I explained I was going outside to give the dogs food and she held up her hand and said ‘5 minutes. I’ll come to you’ Thus the day Little Bear trumped the dogs.
Feel free to comment with your favorite Carsynism.
